Oak Grove Coburn High School - Oak Leaves Yearbook (Vassalboro, ME)

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XLI Vassalboro, Maine, June, 1938 Number 1 EDITORIAL STAFF Edilm'-in-Chief REBECCA GREEN, '38 Auixtanl Editorx ETHEL WENTWORTH '58 BETTY BROOKS, '39 NANCY GUPTILL, '39 ELEANOR IRELAND, '40 Bu,rine.r,r Manager BETTY HOYLE, '39 A5,ri,rlanl Bu.rine.r,r Mamzgerx HENRIETTA BURBANK, '38 JEANETTE HAGGETT, 38 MARGARET PERKINS, '39 PHYLLIS WEBB, '39 1938 1938i 1939, Ari Editor BEVERLY JOHNS, '53 PHYLLIS SOMERBY JEANNE GRAYLE LOUISA SHELDON Clan Edimrf Calendar Commiltee Athletic' Editor DOROTHY ROBINS, 38 1940, VIRGINIA COLEMAN 1941, JOANNE PEABODY 1942, NOEL LOMBARD 1938 BARBARA HARNDEN 1940, ANN BLACK 1938 ALICE BROWN 1941, NANCY GATCHELL 1939 MARTHA O'NEILL 1942, JEAN CAMERON All communications should be addressed and checks made payable to Manager of OAK LEAVES. Price of OAK LEAVES, 32.00. The members of the Oak Leaves staff wish to thank those who have contributed to the success of this magazine and Wish to express their appreciation to those patrons who have made this magazine possible by their advertising. Our sincere gratitude is extended to our kind Adviser, Mrs. Owen, and her assistant, Miss Brown. 3 OAK LEAVES Q N , S W li.. 1' 1 .53 S sf OAK GROVE MARCHES ON-AND UP While we are all in ecstacy as we watch the walls of our beautiful new recitation wing rise almost like magic and we can hardly wait to christen those spacious new recitation rooms, yet our principals modestly and smil- ingly tell us that the worth of a School is not in the elegance or extent of its buildings but rather in the quality and power of its students not only while they are in school but as long as they shall live and that on-e's students must always be finer than one's buildings. We who are practical minded certainly think this is a challenge to us, for nothing is being left undone to provide efiiciency, comfort and inspiration. The latest equip- ment for ventilation and heating is being installed, and the walls will have the best treatment for acoustics so that teachers and students may always speak in those sweet and gentle voices which Mrs. Owen tries so diligently to have us acquire. Besides four spacious classrooms more than thirty feet long, there will be two smaller recitation rooms, a Reading Room for our reference work, rest rooms for faculty and students, two new labora- tories with individual tabl-es beside a window for each Biology student, a room for Arts and Crafts and beyond that a studio over forty feet long with a fireplace which should add plenty of atmosphere for artistic temperaments. Even though we did not have such fine recitation rooms, the charming arcade which brings us to the New Wing is such an architectural gem that it should bring us with glad hearts to even the dullest lessons in Mathe- matics. The arcade has been so arranged that through its arched windows we not only see the East Gardens with their flowers and the great pines be- yond, but through the west windows we also have the panorama of our own Kennebec Valley. Other schools may build recitation buildings as fine as this New Wing but we have never seen one where every window holds so much beauty of gardens, meadows, groves, winding river, and moun- tains on the far horizon. We love it, we carry it in our hearts when we graduate from Oak Grove, and y-et we can leave it all for those who follow us. Rejoice as we may, therefore, in our new recitation building, in the depths of our hearts we still feel that the grandest thing about it is that the New Wing is fortunate enough to be built on our own beautiful hilltop. 4 OAK LEAVES CHALLENGE TO COUNCILORS What are our standards? For what are we striving? As a school? As students? As teachers? As councilors? Are our standards the outer sign or the inner value? Are we here striving for knowledge from books-or for living, working knowledge of life? Are we striving for perfection for ourselves or for a spirit of th-e group which will help each one of us to be bigger than we ever could be alon-e? Are we striving for goodness as something to show off in the spirit of Jack Horner and the plum, something to make us feel much, much holier than thou ? Or are we honestly trying to open the door of life? Do we want to exist through life, blaming others for our own fbarrenness, or are we striving at last to become instruments of God's will, or the fullness of life? Are we bringing the great sweeping spirit of life to the earth, or are we merely blind holders of the great gift, who do not dream of the magnificent power of the thing that exists within us? Life is bigger than any one of us. Life is a force which has climbed through the eons and which we now possess through no will of our own. We had nothing whatever to do with our coming to this earth. The gift of life was placed within us and we may remain unaware of its power or we may awaken to it. That does li-e within our power. To grasp hold of life is to grasp the power which has conceiv-ed the potentialities within us. All the big problems find their solution there and all the little prob- lems dissolve. We have been trying to define school spirit, but that seems more impossible the more I think of it. School spirit is too big to capture and put into Words. That is like trying to put Oak Grove-all of it-into words. Words are poor things when it comes to life. Our perception has to tell us. Isn't our school spirit in the end, the ability of each one of us to grasp life and to live it with all th-e sincerity in our hearts? J. B. MENTAL MIRRORS Perhaps one of the hardest things to face is failure. Occasionally all of us take inventory before an imaginary mirror and? behold ourselves, not as we would like to be, but as we are, in a stark, vivid picture entirely devoid of any of the softening lights which We are so prone to add. If this reflection shows only failure, it is indeed a critical situation which calls for immediate and intelligent action. At this juncture there are only two possible roads to follow, an effortless resignation to and acknowledg- ment of defeat, or a determination not to be beaten, but instead to make this failure serve as a stepping-stone to success. Contrary to popular belief, it is not the weak alone who fail, rather it is the weak who accept failure as their ultimate end. Many strong and 5 OAK LEAVES noble people have faced discouragement and disillusionment, but they would not permit themselves to becom-e entangled in its grasp, and have emerged only richer and finer for having met and conquored this enemy. Let us be able to face our mental looking glass with honest eyes and say: I am a success because I have profited by my failures ! SHIRLEY WHEELER, '39. BOWDOIN COLLEGE HONORS OAK GROVE Some of the very pleasantest events of the year include our neighboring colleges from which we enjoy many court-esies as well as many guests. We feel much honored that Oak Grove has been selected by Bowdoin College and the Art Museum there to receive as a permanent loan some very inter- esting pieces. We are especially thrilled to welcome to our hilltop the marble statue of the Lost Pleiad who is to be placed in an alcove of windows where she may find her sisters on starlit nights. Among the other classical casts included in the collection that is coming to Oak Grove are Apollo Belvedere and Aphrodite of Melos who will grace the new Art Room, a Caryatid of the Erectheum, the Laokoon Group, Niobe, and Artemis of Versailles. We are delighted to receive this collec- tion from Bowdoin tCollege to add to the interesting ones we have had for some years from the Smithsonian Institute. We hope that Oak Grove's love for beauty may continue to attract other valuable gifts from museums and institutions that have something to share with a school like Oak Grove. . A PROVERB We all have stood on the edge of a field and watched the grass, ranging in color from green to brown, softly waving against the sky. Here and there the field is dotted with a clump of bushes. To the left, right, and front the field is bounded by a stone wall and a line of wild shrubs. For a great distance, all my eyes can see are these fields, divided by rambling stone walls. The soft, long grass bends under the breeze. I watch it, entrancedg how like mankind it is . . . the grass is not strong, it has no framework to hold it up, therefore it bends. If man has no strong will, he follows the crowd, the leaders. A strong body is nothing without a healthy mind. It has nothing within it to make it do good things, it is at the mercy of those who are strong. Next time you watch the long grass--think of the Chinese proverb: Soft grass follows the wind , and make whatever resolutions you will. CONSTANCE MORIN, '39. 6 OAK LEAVES ANOTHER VOLUME FOR THAT OAK GROVE CASE The charming volume Tall Children which Alicia Kay Smith published a little over a yearago has now been followed by a whimsical and altogether delightful book of verses called Over the Moon Edge . This talented and very young author has illustrated it hers-elf something after the manner of the Cheerful Cherub but in an original way that is quite her own. There certainly is something in the Oak Grove atmosphere these days that develops th-e creative arts which are so fostered by our Principals, and as they come to their happy twentieth anniversary they already have quite a collection of books written by their own stud-ents. With the appearance of Alicia's second volume has come her election to the honorary literary society, National L-eague of American Pen Women. f-Lv'-L ' 5 if 12 E552 'f ff Z' -. :fiw.:i'3 :Sfa, Yi M. Q55 .574 .f,' .er Mawr V. J . il' time 9 ' V- 7,1101 VY N A-,17 7 OAK LEAVES ' .1ffo'o'M?'3X I I of . YW - i i - Y TO rolsmv - vcnmt mm E DANTE ns .0 mum l'mm,vyf I W 4v - - TA A U , ' 1 V W- Y x sw N lhfowfwio l www iQ 'XX - BEAUTYt Beauty is as large as the universe, and as small as the tiniest snowflake. Beauty is as deep as the ocean, and as high as the farthest star. She is one of the world's greatest treasures, and yet she is so free that the poorest man may enjoy her, if he seeks her in sincerity. If he is to enjoy her gifts, h-e must be worthy of them. He must learn to be sensitive to beauty everywhere, in nature and in the common expe- riences of life. His heart must always be open to the call of beauty. Then will wonder and worship continually grow in his spirit. He must learn not to be jealous of beauty's gifts, but to share them with others. He must learn to look for the possibilities of beauty in the soul of the plainest person. For there is the potentiality of beauty in everyone, however much it has been crushed or hidden or stifled. He must loathe nothing but hate, falsehood and injustice, and these he must fight with all his strength wherever he finds them. They are not beauty, but an ugliness, which is fatal to beauty. In the end, beauty is not a thing to be sought in itself, but to be attained as we seek truth, and strength, and peace, and love. The knowledge and understanding of beauty Will come to him who wholeheartedly seeks them. And the knowledge and understanding of beauty are the knowledge and understanding of life itself. He who drifts through life, not caring enough for beauty to seek her out, does not live fully. Beauty is close to the heart of life, and he who does not know beauty knows but the fringes of life. If he touches the deeper mysteries of existence, of birth, and deathg of love, and renunciation-he will find beauty, but without them his life will be barren and empty, he will live his span of years like some blind creature of the earth, only half awake to th-e meaning of life. A man's understanding of the meaning of life is as great as his appreciation of the beautiful things which life offers. :lfAbbreviutcd Commencement Essay. 8 OAK LEAVES Let us not make the mistake of thinking that only visible, tangible things may be called beautiful for Beauty may 'be discovered in many strange and unexpected places by him who truly loves her and recognizes her. She hides in secret and surprising spots. One may find beauty in the plainest face, for beauty is a quality of soul, not of features, and he who learns to appreciate beauty of soul knows beauty in its high-est and noblest form. Every bit of beauty se-en becomes a part of the heart that sees it and he who finds beauty grows continually more beauti- ful, both in face and in soul. Beauty is the religion, the creed of the artist, and every beautiful piece of music or of literature was inspired by some beautiful thing s-e-en or sensed by the artist. We are all artists to some extent and long to create Beauty. Who has not felt a response to the call of some lovely thing? There are many ways in which we may create beauty. Every loving deed or word is a thing of -beauty. No soul can be happy unless he is in some Way creating beauty for someone else. Since every beautiful thing gives birth to some other lovely thing, Beauty can never die. Let us try to be ever creators of Beauty. Merely to find Beauty is not enough. He who onlygfinds Beauty, but does not in some way create her, will at last cease to find her at all. If life is to be full and compl-ete, it must be permeated by the consciousness of Beauty, and by the urge to create Beauty. Beauty is not a need but an ecstasy. It is not the image you would see nor the song you would hear, But rather an image you s-ee though you close your eyes, and a song you hear though you shut your earsg A garden forever in bloom and a flock of angels forever in flight. Beauty is life when lif-e unveils her holy face. ETHEL WENTWORTH, '38, THE QUEST Where is the noble woman, where is she Who heeds not influences false or bas-e, But sees with vision clear the chalice pure Which guided Galahad in days of yore To seek high quest in challenge, struggle, strife? The dreamer, who knows Well the heights beloved By those who see 'beyond our ken, and lives Quite sternly loyal to the lofty code Of honor unimpeachable, and truth? Who shirks not duty nor is e'er dismayed 'i At sound of call imperious, yet low, 9 OAK LEAVES V V M h N11 SX' . nfl GLIMPSES ON THE SKI FAIRWAY 10 OAK LEAVES Of that sublime, still voice within her heart Which bids her falter not whate'er the sacrifice? She heeds- the call with quick-ened sense of joyg Into the fray she goes with steadfast heart. He calls with purpose and she answers: Yea, I'l1 gladly go! But show me how to help Thy troubled, wayward peopl-e in this day Of storm and glooming shadows of distrust When all folk doubt and follow Wand'ring stars, When Thy sheep lose the Way and find not Truth Nor Life, but stumble in the wilderness To follow will-0'-wisps, and not Thy Light. And in the silence of her heart she hears The voice so solemn, tenderly inquireg Child, hast thou thought indeed, what this quest means? This War-torn world is full of greedy men VVho spoil the innocent, oppress the weak, And force by might of sword the helpless throng To Worship at unhallowed altars strange Which teach no doctrine of the gentle Christ. The nations still by cannon and by bom-b Make might their right, relentlessly unfair. Hast thou considered this, O valiant mind,- That many helpless babes make our dim slums No better than dark dungeons of despair? Bleak Penury has robbed them of their right, Their heritage, their time of carefree joy. Corruption like a grim sepulchral ghost Or like some ravening werwolf' beast Doth stalk the council halls of our fair land, And hides in homes where once pure honor dwelt. The still, small voice in solemn accents speaks, But soon with clarion note it calls' a reveille: Be not cast down with melancholy thoughts, In every man there is a fire divine That keeps him always ill-content until Through noble aspiration he finds peace. Does this not make us think there is a plan In this mysterious universe of ours Which one far-off Utopian day will be fulfilled? Then Camelot will stand with her fair spires Foursquare, a city built to music rare, A city therefore never built at all And yet one built upon eternity g 11 OAK LEAVES Where war's defaming blight no scars shall etch, Where pure religion undefiled is throned, Where faith is never smirched nor justice scorned. In that land all may find the cherished Grail Because each heart doth keep a holy tryst With the all-seeing Comrade who can guide And guard us through the labyrinthian Ways Of complex living, Pilot-Master-King. These earnest words she ponders in h-er heart She sees the vision clear, that chalice pure Which led Sir Galahad in days of yore To seek high quest in struggle, challenge, strife. Return, Jeanne d'Arc, O make us strong again! And give us courage, strength, and thy great faith! O TO BE AT OAK GROVE NOW THAT SPRING IS THERE! NEW YEAR'S EVE Old year, I would not lose an hour of youg Each moment I would hold close to my heart, The moments of beauty and of love, And the moments of growing wisdom. I would not lose a mornent's pain or fear, Or loneliness, that gives me song. 12 OAK LEAVES I would cherish in my heart The Old Year's gifts- Beauty, love, and wisdom- Won from loneliness and pain. New Year, I do not ask of you That you bring me happinessg Only that you bring the gift of life- I would meet life gladly, Taking what is given Of Sorrow and of pain, Nor asking more of joy Than is granted unto me. Only this I do ask of life:- That I may ,learn to weave its gifts- Into a pattern of song. ETHEL WENTWORTH, '38. GIVING To th-e others I have given of myself, My gaiety, my courage, and my strength, And a measure of my love. With the others I have learned to laugh and Weep, To sorrow with their sorrows and their tearsg To rejoice with all their joys. But the others never kn-ew my deepest heart, I could not give its wholeness unto them, And a part of it went free. I have kept a part untouched by human love, It waits for him to Whom someday I'll kneel, And humbly give my all. ANON., '38, ,1ll.1.- BROADWAY ABOVE ALL NATIONS IS HUMANITY Upper Fifth Avenue in her decaying hauteurg midtown Fifth Avenue with her Swank, polished glittering shops and storesg Riverside Drive in her passing grandeurg Park Avenue in her newly-found prominenceg they are all cold, unfeeling,-snobs. But Broadway, brazen and uncouth, with Warmth and laughter, tears 15 OAK LEAVES and sentiment, beneath her bitter cyncinism, is real- ugly, and yet beautiful. Carefree and eager-she embraces allg on her stages and screens- mighty dramas, mediocre plays, flop-quick musicals, tawdlry burlesques. But behind the scenes, beyond' the tinsel and gauze and glitter. lies the greatest play of all,-heart-wrenching human drama, the painful climb, and the swift slip downward. Broadway is thronged with her people-old-timers selling pencils on street corners: new-comers gazing wide-eyed up the street that is their hopeg hardened troupers swinging confidently along in the knowledge of their success. But see! It is growing dark. The famous lights of the Great White Way are beginning to glitter. From the high. dark island of a distant roof, all that can be seen of Broadway is the faint aura of redf light that hangs over her through the night. She seems to be sleeping and at peace, but the ceaseless murmur of her traffic is an insistent reminder of the life's blood that surges and throbs through the Heart of a great city. Blue dust of evening over my city Over the ocean of roofs and the tall towers Where the window-lights myrad and myrads Bloom from the walls like climbing fiowersf' -Sarah Teasdale PHYLLIS WEBB, '40. 1.- 1ll PINE AND STAR Against the sky of night A pine tree stands, Strong and sure and beautiful And nestling in its arms Is one small lonely star. Oh! be to me the pine tree For I, too, am A small, lonely star. ETHEL WENTWORTH, '8. 14 OAK LEAVES YOU Lilacs Budding, Breath of spring, Warmth of sunlight On the world, Light on your face- Your face I know so well And hold so dearly, Sunlight on your face- And love in my heart. ANON., '38. A LETTER FROM THE PHILIPPINES It is only a year ago that I was Waving good bye to you and dear Oak Grove where I had such happy days. I shall never forget Oak Grove or Mrs. Owen. This year finds me at home in Baguio, on the Island of Luzon which is about halfway around the world from Maine, or approximately twelve thousand miles. By boat from San Francisco it takes twenty-one days, stopping at Honolulu, Yokohama, Kolb-e, Shanghai, Hongkong and Manila, but by Pan American lClipper the trip can be made in live days and that b-rings us much closer. Baguio which is about a hundred and twenty-five miles north of Manila can be reached in one hour by train and is a unique city, more like a beauti- ful park in a forest of stately pines atop green clad mountains. Although one mile above sea level, its ideal climate which never knows frost or severe B1 .r 15 OAK LEAVES heat, makes it a mecca for visitors during th-e whole year, but especially in April and May which are the hottest months in the lowlandfs. The beautiful United States Army Post, Camp John Hay, is not far from my home. We often go there to see th-e Igorot women Weaving G strings and blankets, and occasionally to attend Canao, which is usually given in honor of some visiting celebrity. Among the soldiers at Camp Hay are Igorots from almost every non-christian tribe of the Mountain Province. The Bontocs, Ifuguaos, and Kalingas are the warlike head hunt- ing tribes from the land of the famed Rice Terraces, and the peaceful Benguet Igorots are those who live in and around Baguio. At a Canao each one of these tribes gives an interpretation of some of its native dances, as taught by their parents, and such as were actually danced back in their native villages in celebration of Marriage , Victorious Head Hunting Expeditions , Rice Planting and Harvest Time . I could ramble on for hours telling you of the many interesting things in the Philippines. Do you know that Dr. Fulton of Yale just made a trip over here by Clipper to get a Tarsius monkey in Bohol which is the only place in the world they can be found? I could tell you of my trip to beauti- ful Zamboanga on the Island of Mindanao, Moro Land, where the monkeys really do have tails, so don't believe the song. I cannot complete this panorama of Baguio without mentioning the most important industry, gold mining, for the Philippines produce more gold than Alaska and the Benguet Consolidated mine and its subsidiary, Balatoc, are among the richest gold mines in th-e world. They have given em- ployment to many thousands of Igorots who formerly maintained only a bare existence by farming some small plot in these rugged mountains. As a result these Igorots, now grown prosperous, swarm into Baguio on pay day to make the Baguio Market Place a colorful scene. The Philippine Archipelago lies about six hundred miles southeast of China and five hundred miles north of the Equator. There are about one thousand inhabited and six thousand uninhabited islands in the group. The largest is our island, Luzon, which compares in size with the combined areas of Maine, Massachusetts and Connecticut. Do you realize that I can leave Manila by Clipper at five o'clock in the morning, have lunch in Hong- kong, and return to Manila the same day in time for dinner? I wish you might all fly over to visit us. With fond memories of Oak Grove and best wishes to you all, ANN CLEMENT. . TWILIGHT The smoky sky with the rosy streaks: The place where the foothills waver, cease g And the fairy mists over the hills Bring a feeling of mystery and peace, Hauntingly tender, hauntingly sweet. 16 OAK LEAVES Royal blue now decends on the earth, Trees, young and old, grow velvety-dark And nod grotesquely at the sky. We'll sleep 'til we hear the song of the lark, Hauntingly tender, hauntingly sweet. ANN BLACK, '40 IRONY SUPREME 'Tis Christmas night, when shepherds, Who watched their flocks, heard angels sing, 'Tis Christmas night, when over all the world, Some twenty hundred years ago, peace reigned, And a Holy -Child was in a manger laid, Because there was no room within the inn, And the Three Wise Men came, adoring, And bearing gifts, gold, frankincense, and myrrh, And yet tonight in Bethlehem, Before the place wherein the Child was born, Stand men in khaki, bearing guns, Stand armored cars, and hate, and fear. Are these the gifts ye bring the Child- The Child who was the Son of God, Who died for us upon a cross, That we might have eternal peace? TO- All fair and lovely things I give to thee- The sudden splendor of the ocean's blu-eg The whiteness of beaches in the sung The purity of birchesg The silence of a summer afternoon, The mournful sighing of the pines, Green moss in a shadowy wood, Elves' cups on a knotted stump, A tiny spotted fawn beside a brookg A soft, 'blue hour, just 'before darkg The crickets' cheerful song, 17 E., '38 OAK LEAVES The worldless majesty of starsg That one still hour, before dawn, That brings self-knowledge, proud and unafraidg The hand of a friend in time of needy A friend's eyes in a crowded room, The safe knowledge of sure loveg Understanding and pity for humanity- These goodly things I give to thee. W., '38. BRIEF INTERLUDE The water lapped rhythmically 'against the boat lying at anchorage within the sandy bar, as I lay stretched on the deck. The sunbeams danced upon the ripples that played along the side of the boat and the green water that was as clear as glass seemed as deep as the sky was high. I could hear the mewing of the gulls flashing by overhead, the Whistling of the soft wind blowing through the eel grass at the Water's edge and the low clang of a distant bell buoy. Along the horizon rose great mountains of white clouds broken only by the huge rocks which stretched upward, bleak and bare, towards which the breakers sprang as young, joyous and impa- tient hounds. As I gazed at the cloudls, I discerned a smudge of grey and soon felt the long, even swell that rose and fell betokening an approaching storm. The birds flew higher, uttering discordant cries and the rigging hummed mournfully as the boat began to lurch in the choppy Water. I furled the sails, and stowed the jib as the mast creaked to and fro. The wind had increased to a gale and the boat pitched at her anchor as the waves bore her hither and thither. Dark, foaming vbillows dashed over the bow and then like the boom of a gun, the storm broke from the murky blackness. Torrents of rain fell and the hail skidded across the water treacherously as the lightning streamed across the somber water. Then the wind shifted to the northwest and steadily diminished as the sun struggled through the low-lying clouds to touch the tops of the green waves chasing each other past the boat. With a swish and a swash the boat again lay at anchor, and no signs of th-e preceding squall were visible. The sea, though it responds to the race of the winds and -becomes a lake of stormy waters, responds as quickly to the softer moods of the West wind and becomes almost as placid as a mill pond. In the depths below, the waters preserve their undisturbed calm though the surface may roll with towering waves. Even so, now and again, we meet great souls who, like the deep hidden waters, keep the even tenor of their peaceful lives unaffected- by th-e thousand disturbing currents and cross purposes which threaten their lives with tumult and storm. W BETTY Bnooxs, '39. 18 OAK LEAVES ,NX DAUGHTER, TEACHER AND MOTHER 19 OAK LEAVES HUMILITY Lord, what am I that I should know this glory? When all that I would ever do for thee Comes to so little. And yet I see: Three robins hop triumphant in the grass: The morning spring from night Awake with dew: The world in leaf And sun and shadow Magic-caught together. I know a. friend. Lord, I am deeply grateful What can I do for thee? ANON, '38, A SINGLE STAR It was strange how a single star In the wondrous blue of the sky Recalled words long since said-and forgotten. Then the moon appeared- A bold silver circle through The lace of a tree. I thought I had forgotten The look in your eyes and the sound of your voice But the splendor of the star, the sky, And the moon faded away. And in that moment you were closer than ever before. ELEANOR IRELAND, '40, 20 OAK LEAVES SHARING I want to share with you So many thingsg The splendor of the ocean's Bluebirds' tiny wings, Frogs singing by a road, Firelight, A wee ant's heavy load, Peace at night, A friendly spaniel's bark, Sunrise, The clear song of a lark, Fireflies, Daffodils, bending in a row, The hum of a bee, An untouched field of snow, The roar of the sea, I Want to share with you So many things, blue , All the beauty, old, and new, That friendship brings. GOD IN MY HEART I would sing of the World's beautyg And yet it is not I who would sing- It is that within me which is not myself, Which is greater than I can be, And yet which is more truly myself Than all my littleness. It is the light of the universe, Refiected in my soulg It is the rhythm of the world, Echoed in the pulseJbeat of my heart. It is not I who would sing- It is God in my heart. 21 E. W., '38 E., '38 OAK LEAVES , , YT, EPISODE It was merely a smile, a comforting hand, a kindly word- And it happened so long ago. But yesterday as I felt depressed, alone, I wandered into the wood. The playful brooklet smiled at me, And the graceful willows comforted me, The caroling 'birds sang their songs to meg But it was merely the thought of That smil, the comforting hand, and the kindly Word That lighted my heart. 22 ELEANOR IRELAND, '40. OAK LEAVES IN A PULLMAN The miles slip away beneath me, The miles filled with silent houses In which the hurrying millions Are for a moment hushed in sleepg The roaring streets of the city In which the hurrying millions Feverishly seek for pleasureg But what are miles? I live in the room of my heart, The room lighted by your eyes And warmed by your smile. The hurrying millions fly pastg But I care not, Except to pity them for a moment - You do not live in their hearts. W., '38. MOONLIGHT AT LANAIKI A cool, sweet breeze is blowing across the face of the Pali whose great smooth precipice stands as a bulwark to guard the island folk from the onslaught of the ocean waves. The one-thousand foot sheer drop makes it seem as if ia giant with a huge knife had sliced off the mountainside for s-everal hundred feet and left it smooth. An eerie feeling of emptiness and strangeness runs through the veins of the spectator as he recalls the tragic tale the native Hawaiians tell concerning the Pali. When the famous King Kamehameha, who lived on a near-b-y island, came to Oahu he was so impressed by its wild beauty that he determined to make it a part of his domain. The natives of Oahu defended their homes valiantly but they were eutnumbered and as the battle went on they were driven back into the mountains. Finally, they were driven to the very edge of the Pali and made their last desperate stand until King Kameha- meha and his warriors drove them over the Pali where they perished as they fell to the rocks a thousand feet below. Only a few Oahuans lived to tell the tragic tale of their brave comrades when King Kamehameha conquered Oahu. But tonight there is nothing melancholy about this scene of ind-escribable beauty. Near the edge of the windswept bluff, little clumps of mountain grasses bend to and fro, seeming to dance in time with Zephyrus as he lulls them with his song. The trees stand like sage old sentinels guarding the site of that ancient battle while the wind is crooning a lullaby in their 25 OAK LEAVES branches. Through the calm night, and gazing down with Sphinx-like mystery that faintly pierces the dusky shadows with her luminous light, the full Hawaiian moon watches the scene. Inscrutable and aloof, who can deny that she may be recalling that fierce struggle of long ago when brown-skinned, noble-hearted men bravely Went down in defense of their homes. The crags which tower above send long shadows across the adjacent country and seem to be contemplating the landscape as though they were ancient shepherds watching over their flocks. In the fields at the base of the tall mountains, the vegetation is dimly silhouetted like the setting for some giant opera and after the overture of Nature's orchestra, the action begins. On the right side, against the edge of the steep and damp mountain, winds a road with a strong stone wall along its outer edge. In the darkness of the warm still night, stray autos glide along, winking their eyes as they dodge in and out along the winding road and seeming to play hid-e-and-seek as they appear and disappear. Below the Pali on the beach tonight, a festival is being held. The tantalizing odor of roast pork is Wafted along the beach from a column of smoke that rises in a long lazy spiral, and the folk are laughing gaily. A malihini would wonder what it was but a kamaina would know that those busy natives are eating poi, the main food of the Hawaiians. It is made by pounding the taro root and mixing it with water. The merry- makers are dipping two fingers into their calafbash or bowl which is filled with poi, and then twisting it around their fingers preliminary to eating it where knives and forks are quite unnecessary. The glowing rocks in yonder pit show where the roast pig was made ready for the feast and there is a primeval atmosphere about the feast that carries our thought far back through the centuries of civilization. Now swaying figures are moving gracefully back and forth as they take part in another typical Hawaiian custom. They are dancing the hula, which was originally a temple dance under the instruction of the priests and which illustrates one of the Hawaiian legends in action and song with graceful movements of hands and 'bodies, and with nods and becks and wreathed smiles . Strains of music, melodious and stirring, are chanted in the native tongue by the men who watch the dancers at this lua or Hawaiian feast. There is something so primeval and sincere in the whole scene and something so natural as we listen to the waves splashing, rolling and reced- ing along the beach that as we return to our own homer at Kamehameha we feel that for an hour we have turned back the pages of history to watch the same ceremony that might have been seen here a thousand years ago. LOUISE BARNES, '40. 24 OAK LEAVES GIRLS AND COSTUMES FROM HAWAII-BUT NOT A GENUINE INDIAN MID-NIGHT FOLLIES The moon sails o'er the sleepy land, Bright stars are twinkling in the skyg Light breezes dance a saraband, While aspens murmur a lullaby. The frogs are singing in the fen, The fireliies are bringing light, And all is gay and blithe again Where moon-elves frolic all the night. ARLETTA THORPE, '40 VAGABOND SOUL My soul is a Vagabond wand'ring Which soars to the top of the worldg It bathes in the dew on the meadow And hears the first song of the lark. It lives on the music of brooklets, And climbs to the thundering clouds, Then finally spies a bright rainbow And slides on it far down to earth. LOUI 25 SA SHELDON, '39 OAK LEAVES MEDITATION-ON WRITING A POEM I sat, and sat, and sat some more, I leaned on my elbow and looked at the door, I bowed my head and shut my eyes, I covered my mouth and smothered deep sighs, I drew little circles and squares and lines, I stared at my dress and counted designs, I looked at the teacher and then at the clock Which seemed to look down to disdainfully mock. JUNE FRAZER, '38. SORROW He cried because the sun Had found a cloud to rest behind. He wailed because the day Was dark and drear. He bemoaned his fate b-ecause his love Had found a truer friend. He wept, and because of the sorrow Of the present-the light of the future Flickered and went out. ELEANOR IRELAND, '40. i. - MY GARDEN I planted a garden once, long ago, And I patted the earth and loved it so, And I knew that the sun had kissed the seeds, And nightly the star-elves plucked the weeds, Then the moon's tears scatt-ered from out the sky And a blossom opened its little eye. It was most surprising coming that way- Just out of the darkness into the day! I planted a garden once, long ago, I planted it so that wee buds might grow, And now it is crowded with all summer brings I think it has millions of fairy things. A FRANCES CORNELL, '38, 26 OAK LEAVES SUBWAY TRAIN The great black dragon Roars on in the dark, With its two bright green eyes, And its sides all aglow with a yellow light Gleaming forth from the curving sides. But though a dragon in movement and shape, And though it often spurts fireg It's a friendly beast To the workers and poor Who toil in a great cold city. APACHE TRAIL DOROTHY ROBINS, '38. With the beat of hoofs on the pine-strewn path, And the jangle of bright steel bits, We go galloping on- ' Down the winding trail All orange and yellow and red. With the neigh of a horse ringing through the air, And the .snap of breaking twigs, We canter along- Down the sun-striped path All orange and yellow and red. LITTLE BROWN HAT DOROTHY ROBINS, '38 My feelings for you grew stronger every day, Little 'brown hat. Although you are tow and shaggy and I shall keep you always, Little brown hat. unfit to wear, Fond memories you bring, if one day in Spring When we were caught in a showerg A gallant young man with an umbrella quite grand Is now our lover forever. 27 BEVERLY J OH NS OAK LEAVES SHEPHlERD'S THOUGHTS The sky was dark, and the night was cold But a star showne in that sky. Two shepherds stood upon a hill, And- spoke their casual thoughts. One grumbled-what was life- The rose he picked had thorns. The other smiled, and thanked his God: The thorns he picked had roses. ELEANOR IRELAND. Why must I stay at home, I, who long for life? Why must I be safe and sheltered, I, who would face 1ife's storms and tears Strong and proud and unafraid? Why must I be held apart from love, I, who would answer love's strong call With gay and fearless giving of myself? Why was I born, awake To the songs and silences of the world, Alive to all the tortured beauty of the human soul? I feel, and may not know, I see, and may not touch. Life's treasure lies almost within my grasp- Why must I stay at home? ETHEL WENTWORTH. A star peppered sky, A shadowy moon, A velvety sheen on the sea, A wavering pine Like a becoming sign Is calling and calling to me. N. G., '39. 28 OAK LEAVES FRCM OUR YOUNGER PENS A PASTORAL SYMPHONY The twin peaks of Dent du Midi beyond the Rhone valley are bathed in the rosy glow of dawn and then a great ball of fire suddenly rises above the sharp jagged peaks of the mountain back of our little Swiss village that is tucked away in a remote Alpine- valley. On this particular morning, busy, chattering women with large and full brightly colored skirts, bustle about filling the market-place with a cheery din and carrying large baskets under their arms or on their heads. But above the friendly greetings is the clear echo of church 'bells wafted along the valley, calling the simple country folk to their matins. Strong and sturdy Swiss men with heavy, muddy boots are trudging toward the fields. Wrinkled old women, worn from years of hard work, are carrying heavy baskets of clothing toward the fountain in the center of the town. Here the pure water from the mountain stream flows through an old pipe and here the good-natured housewives scrub with zest their rough, homespun clothes. Small dogs are playing in the street while boys and girls with school bags swinging over their shoulders are on their way to school, calling to the dogs and laughing gaily as they hurry toward the little wooden schoolhouse. As the peasant farmers drive their ambling, mooing cows along the street the bells that hang around their necks to prevent them from getting lost, are tinkling sweetly in the early morning. Small boys are driving fiocks of goats and sheep to the pasture for the day. An old man with a long white beard is sitting on the wooden steps of his ancient Swiss chalet that has a picturesque balcony jutting out above the door. The sills of the balcony are decorated with gayly blooming plants that give an air of sweet contentment. The old Swiss is whittling clever little figures and souvenirs from Wood and arranging them beside him with real pride in his craft. The apple trees with their mass of pink and white blossoms are like great bouquets scattered along the valley, while the fields are carpeted' with masses of bloom in great patterns of gold, white and blue. There is a faint echo of yodelling from the mountain tops and there is fragrance on every breeze for it is Spring in the Alps and there is beauty everywhere. NANCY GATCHELL, '41. 29 MY STAR AND I I saw a single star last night, Set in a sea of blueg OAK LEAVES It glowed like a gr-eat white diamond, On velvet dark as the night. That star and I, We seemed to be together, For I was lonesome, too. I wondered if that star was blue, And longed for company, And then the moon came out, And chased the clouds away- I was glad to see that my star Wasn't lonesome now. JEAN CAMERON, '42. 30 OAK LEAVES BIRTH I know not why the song Of one small bird Should fburst my heart with joy But early in the dawn This one light song Far sweeter even than a laughing waterfall Fills my soul And overflows, in bubbling effervescent happinessg Yet this is poignant gladness For Nature now Is giving birth to Spring And I must feel her pain To share her joy. 1941 GOD'S GIFT Early in the morning As the dew drops lightly fall And settle down on grassy hills And flow-ers large and small, I sit upon my window sill, And look at all in view, And watch th-e sun rise bright and red. God made this world for you! And early in the afternoon When the sky is a lovely blue And the clouds are sailing overhead And the wind is blowing too, l walk along the wooded path Beside a bubbling brook And list-en to its murmuring Like a story from a brook. And early in the evening As the stars are twinkling bright, And the moon is shinging o'er us Like a glowing lantern light, I think of all that nature is, And how it paints each view For each and everyone to love! ' God made this world for you! BEATRICE RAYMOND, '41 51 OAK LEAVES A Bouquet of Spring Thoughts VIOLET A violet is so small, On the face of this round b I often wonder how it stay So purple and so blue And always very true. all, S, DOROTHEA BENNETT, '42. When it's April, May and June When all the birds come home From across the whole wide world, The flowers will meet them, in fu Spring is in the air You feel it everywhere When you turn around You see it on the ground. You see it in the garden bright ll bloom. ' MINA URANN, '43. When the sun pours forth its light And you see it in the little flowers After the April showers. I am glad spring is here, When it rains all day long LEONIE RAYMOND, '41. And when the sun peeps through, When it is still raining out, There is a rainbow in the sky With its brilliant colors in a ring. DOROTHEA BENNETT, '42, When the grass on the earth turns green, And the bluebirdls flock to the scene, All is happy everywhere. No one seems to have a care. 32 MAVIS NEWCOMB, '41. OAK LEAVES Spring! it comes but once a year, And When it comes We give a cheer, Everybody and everyone Come to join in the fun. Tennis is a great old game. To be on the team is everyone's aim. Now you see why We're all glad to have spring WCause then we're all as happy as a king. VIRGINIA BARNES, '45 Spring is a Wonderful time of year To be free and never have a fear, When the maple tree has its arms outspread, And the robin has its breast of red. JANE COFFIN, '43 I see a blanket of baby blue High over my head And on it a puff of pure white cotton A fairy's trundle-bed. N Q- .i ni - 'Q .hh ROUND AND ROUND THE RING GO THE BEGINNERS 33 , f A . ,.-' 5.2-f . in-C.- f ' v Is-I, Wf01vx nf H' 'if' X .i -m,fg !7 A 4' 5 V' ' ll gx- W ,V.' 't1ii'L '6b ,' Faiiiiiilii , li.L4!k -7- 1' 0 i t L FRANCES VIVIAN CORNELL Entercd from Hunter College High 1Ncw Yorkj, l936. Scarlet Hockey 1513 Class Play 131g mic Club 131, French Pla 13 , , y 5, 441, Masque :md Dirk 13j, 14, g Le Cercle Francais 13j, Vice President 141g Class President 14jg Presentation of Class Gift Frances is enrolled nt Connecticut College for Wtvmen. OAK LEAVES NW RAD TE ALICE DANE BROWN Entered from Foxboro 1M11SS., High School, january, 1954. Class Play 111, 121, 13j, 14, g Mathematics Honors 121, 1313 Masque and Dirk 12j, 131, 141 g Leader's Class 131, 1414 Choir 131, 1411 Le Cercle Francais 13j, 1413 Class Secretary 14,3 Commencement Essay 14j. Alice is registered at Radcliffe College. School Rhyth- 34 OAK LEAVES JUNE FRAZER Entered from North High School 1Worcester, 1 Mass.1, 1935. Basketball 121, 1315 Captain 1415 Riding Competition 121, 131, 1415Leader's Class 121 131, 1415 Masque and Dirk 131, 1415 Class Treasurer 1415 Skating Club, President 1415 Councilor 141. june plans to enter the Bouve School of Physical Education. REBECCA GREEN Entered from Waterville Junior High School, 1935. Assistant Manager Oak Lea1feJ 1215 Assist- ant Editor Oak Leaves 131 5 Editor-in-chief Oak Leavex 141 5 junior Reading 131 5 French Hon- ors 131 5 Masque and Dirk 131, Secretary 141 5 Black Major 1415 Skiing Honors 1415 Class President 141 5 Address to Undergraduates 14 . Rebecca is registered at Bryn Mawr. JEANNE MARIE GRAYLLE Entered from Glebe High School 1Ottawa, Ontario1, 1937. Class Play 1415 Hockey Team 1415 Christ- mas Pageant 1415 Le Cercle Francais 1415 Easter Pageant 1415 French Play 1415 Class Editor 1415 Class Will Jeanne is registered at Vassar College. 35 OAK LEAVES JEANNETTE HAGGETT Entered from Wiscasset QMe.1 Grammar School, 1934. V Soccer Team Q11, Q21 g Class Play Q11, Q21, Q31, Q41g Rhythmics Q11, Q21, Q41g Expres- sion Q21, Q31, Q41g Masque and Dirk Q31 Q41 g Oak Learer Stal? Q31, Q41 g Skating Club, Silver Cup Q41 g Class Vice-President Q41. Jeanette plans to enter Westbrook junior College. EVE HARRINGTON Entered from Napanoch QNew York1 High School, 1934. Class Play Q11, Q21, Q31g Soccer Q21g French Play Q51g Hockey Q31, Q41g K of A Q31, Q41g Basketball Q-41, Masque and Dirk Q41 g Class History Q41. Eve plans to attend the University of New Hampshire. BARBARA HOUGHTON Entered from Cazenovia Seminary QCazeno- via, N. Y.1 September, 1937. Senior Play Q41 g Hockey Team Q41 g Christ- mas Pageant Q41 g Candlelight Committee Q-41. Barbara is registered at Syracuse University. 56 O A K L E A V E S BEVERLY JOHNS Entered from Millburn High School fShort Hills, N. jj September, 1937. Senior Play Mjg Christmas Pageant Mjg Ski Club Mjg Skating Club MQ, Easter Pageant Mjg Rhythmics Beverly plans to continue her study of Art in New York. ELIZABETH LOCKE Entered from Lexington fMass.j High School, 1937. Hockey Team Mfg Senior Play Mjg Man- ager, Black Team Basketball MJ, Vice-Presi- dent Skating Club MJ, Basketball Team MQ Choir MQ, Expression Recital MJ, Councilor Q47- Betty plans to enter Bouve School of Physical Education. MARJORIE KNIGHT Entered from Suffern High School, fSuf- frcn, New Yorkj, 1937. Class Play MQ, Christmas Pageant MQ, Easter Pageant Mjg Ski Club MQ, Hockey MJ, Choir MQ, Vice President MQ, Class Poet Marjorie plans to attend the Geneva College for Women in Switzerland. , 57 NATALIE ELEANOR MOORES Entered from Ashland QMe.1 High School, 1937. Cheer Leader Q41g Class Play Q41g Choir Q41g Ski Club Q41 g Skating Club Q41g Easter Pageant Natalie plans to attend Colby College. OAK LEAVES 1935. DOROTHY BERN ICE ROBINS Entered from jamaica QL. I., N. Y.1 High School, 1935. Class Vice-President Q31 5 junior Reading Q31g Le Cercle Francais Q21, Q31, Q41 g Masque and Dirk Q31, President Q41 g Scarlet Major Q41 5 Calendar Committee, Oak Leaver Q31 3 Athletic Editor Q41g Class Prophecy Q41. Dorothy is enrolled at Cornell University. 38 VIRGINIA AGNES PETERS Entered from Grafton QMass.1 High School, Class Play Q21, Q31, Q41g Junior Reading Q31, Chemistry Honors Q31g Scarlet Hockey Q31, Q41 g Scarlet Basketball Q41 g Masque and Dirk, Treasurer Q41g Class Treasurer Q41g Le Cercle Francais, Secretary Q41. Virginia is enrolled at Guilford College. 0 A K L E A V E S MARY ARLYNE ROYAL Entered from Brewer 1Maine1 High School, 1937. Class Play 1415 Hockey Team 141, French Play 141 g Le Cercle Francais 141. Mary expects to attend the University of Maine. VIRGINIA TOLSON Entered from the Hudson 1Ohio1 Country Day School, 1937. Rhythmics 141 g Choir 1415 Class Play 141, Easter Pageant 1415 Skating Club 141. Virginia is planning a Pre-medical Course in New York. MARION HOPE STANWOOD Walter Parker Junior High School 1Reading, Massachusetts1, September, 1935. Class Play 121, 131, 1413 Scarlet Basketball Team 121, 131, 141, Le Cercle Francais 131, 141 g Masque and Dirk 131, 141 g Captain Scar- let Hockey Team 131, 141g Class Secretary 141 g Senior Board 141 g Class Gifts 141. Marion plans to enter Rollins College. 39 O A K L E A v E s ETHEL WENTWORTH Entered from Gardiner 1Me., Junior High, 1933. Class Honors 11,, 12, 5 School Honors 12, 3 Class Play 11,, 12,, 13,, 14,g Le Cercle Francaise 12,, 13, g President 14, g Masque and , 1 Dirk 12,, 13,, 14, g Class Secretary 12,, 13,g Assistant Editor, Oak Leaver 14, 3 Senior Ora- tion 14,. Ethel is enrolled at Smith College. MARY WHITFORD Entered from Plainfield 1N. High School, 1937. - Scarlet Hockey 14,g Class Play 14,g Skat- ing Award 14,g Tennis Club 14,5 Rhythmic Recital 14,g Voice Recital 14,. Mary is registered at Skidmore College. RUTH WOLFE Entered from Winslow High School, Septem- ber, 1936. V Black Hockey 13,, 14,g French Play 13,' Class Honors 13,3 French Club 13,, 14,, K. of A. 14, 5 Honor Essay 14,. Ruth plans to enter Colby College. 40 O A K L E A v E s Post- Graduate and Special Students HENRIETTA BURBANK Entered from Berlin fNew Hampshire, High School, 1957. Class Play Q5,g Scarlet Hockey Team f5,g Class Secretary 15, 3 Assistant Manager Oak Leaver Q5, 5 Ski Club f5,g Class Honors Henrietta plans to attend the University of New Hampshire. BARBARA HARNDEN Entered from Rangeley High School, 1937. Field Hockey 15,5 Class Play f5,g Captain Ice Hockey Q5,g Charter Member Ski Club Q5,g Skating Club f5,g Riding Competition f5,g Calendar Committee, Oak Leaver 15,5 Class President f5,. Barbara is enrolled at Boston University. GENE LOCKYER Entered from Berlin QNew Hampshire, High School, 1937. Class Play f5,g Scarlet Hockey f5,g Class Treasurer f5,g Ski Club f5,g Piano Recital f5,g Riding Competition f5,. Gene is enrolled at Connecticut College for Women. 41 OAK LEAVES PHYLLIS SOMERBY Entered from Westbrook Junior College, February, 1938. Class Gifts f5Qg Class Editor 153. Phyllis plans to enter the University of Penn- sylvania. BARBARA TANNEBRING Entered from Beverly QMassachusettsj High School, 1937. Ski Club UQ 3 Skating Club Q52 g Class Play 153 3 Black Hockey Team Q51 3 Class Vice- President Ol. Barbara plans to enter the Vesper George School of Art. . T0 THE CLASS OF 1938 I hold in my heart Myriad dreams for you To weigh them Improbable As a 'balance of the flooding tides At sunset . . . Life will reveal Its own dream. But know There are strong prayers In my heart That you may go into the world To find your own tall stature- To find truth! 42 OAK LEAVES sonoon NOTES IU? POSTGRADUATE NOTES September 14, 1937, marked that important day when we entered Oak Grove anticipating our delightful year of boarding school life and expe- riences, and as our year has advanced we have begun to know the value of scholarship and culture that Oak Grove offers us. We were delighted at our first class meeting when 'Miss Umphrey consented to serve as our class teacher for the coming year. Her generous hospitality was soon manifest when we received cordial invitations to a get-acquainted dinner party which we shall never forget. In the midst of our many new and exciting activities we were soon hard at work on our class play, The Fifteenth Candle , which opened the series of class plays and showed the dramatic talent of our class. Since then we have enjoyed roles in th-e Christmas pageant, the French play and the Easter pageant, but our debut on the Oak Grove stage was the most fun of all. After the Faculty had opened the winter season of teas by entertaining all th-e upperclassmen, w-e were at home to the Faculty and Junior Depart- ment at the first class tea. Miss Umphrey was lovely as she poured while the girls played the role of hostesses, many of us learning new duties and getting some real experience in social poise and charm. Later we were guests of the Junior Department at their charming Washington tea with its patriotic decorations, unique centerpiece and gay sandwiches. We shall not forget the merry excursions to Waterville and Augusta to concerts and recitals by famous artists, the lectures at Colby College, and the theater parties to the best attractions in the two cities b-etween which we are conveniently located, or the delightful afternoons and evenings spent at Rosemere. The Spring has been filled with recitals, exhibitions, horse shows, tennis matches, study out in the lovely gardens, grinding for College Boards 43 OAK LEAVES for some of us, and that perfect May twenty-first when we motored to Lakewood for a class picnic in an attractive cottage a-bove the beautiful lake. We are looking forward to the activities of 1Commencement in which several of our group are taking an active part and which will have a real meaning for each of us. We regret that this one year we have spent at Oak Grove could not have been many but we sincerely hope that we may honor our Alma Mater in the future. SENIOR NOTES From far and wide our seniors have come this year, each with her talent and personality to contribute to our interesting class. From the very first our opening days were enlivened with the matches in hockey, tennis, archery, and the other fall sports that we were enthusiastic over as well as the riding which has so many ardent followers. From time to time our Principals have invited us to their farm in another town and some of our most delightful hours have been spent about th-e open fire of that old colonial home. The long cross country jaunts on the camp rides that have fill-ed so many Saturdays have been most delightful excursions and we have loved the long rides over the rolling hills as well as the delicious lunches at Miss Humphrey's camp on the lake. Being an ambitious and original class we were not content with any- thing ordinary for our class play. We transformed our school chap-el into a cathedral through which one might see an adjoining art gallery near the Vatican where the walls were adorned with pictures our artists painted for the occasion, the great central one of which seemed really inspired. While the play reached the highest dramatic climax, yet it was enlivened by much humor and was worth all the long practicing w-e devoted to it. Becky Green ably filled the role of the aged Pope, while Ethel Wentworth was excellent as a country cure with a deep philosophic nature, and Dotty Robinson as an oversolicitous and elaborately uniformed attendant quite convulsed everyone. The setting, the theme of the play, and the b-eauty with which it was portrayed have left a lasting impression. The snow we had been longing for came in December and soon all the seniors were gracing our hillsides and campus with skillful gelandesprungs or speedy sitzmarks on the new Ski Fairways, or figure eights on our new skating rink. President Becky captured the ski cup while Jeanette brought glory by winning the skating cup in the Winter Carnival. Meanwhile, Beverly kept the blackboard decorated with the jolliest, most irresistable figurines demonstrating all the technique we were trying to master. The thought of Senior Chapel Talks petrified us until they were over and we counted all the bouquets bestowed upon us. 44 OAK LEAVES The season of Sunday Teas has certainly prepared us for anything how- ever formal, while the jolly picnic lunches and feasts at the Rendezvous are the acme of informality. In addition to her many other kindness our Class Teacher, Mrs. Thomp- son, graciously entertained us all at her delightful summer home at Ocean Park for our Class Picnic. Zestful swimming, hours to bask on the warm sands added to the happy hours spent around her cozy fire-place until we climbed into the bus for our long ride home. As Commencement approaches, a sweet, sad feeling stirs our hearts at the thought of leaving friends grown so dear. The future beckons and we soon set forth but always the Lux et Veritas of our Alma Mater will shine in our hearts. w-Ikllllluwi GAILY WE GLIDE 45 OAK LEAVE s JUNIOR CLASS Station O.G.S. '39 Calling all Juniors! Do we remember the enthusiasm of' the September elections and Miss Burt's kindness in accepting the posi- tion as class teacher in those days when we all felt the first exhilaration of being upperclassmen? Will we ever forget how hard we worked that Saturday before the Hallowe'en party or what fun it was that night? And then the class play came immediately with Connie Morin perfect as the Bellman of Mons. Does anyone know where the hockey team, the basketball team, the skating club, the ski club, and the K. of A. would be without the Juniors? Do you remember Mrs. Owen's Christmas tea at Rosemere for us-or how much we ate? How fast the days flew past until it was time to give a formal tea in the parlors of Briggs Hall! Was not Miss Burt charming as she poured at the head of the table? Will our class ever forget how we gave the Masquerade Party the week-end after vacation? Is there any specie of animal in -existence, any race, nation, or notable of history or legend that was not represented that night? Can we ever hope to forget th-e torture of those Junior Essays we had to read in Chapel-or how many times the victim passed beyond the vale '? Does anyone know how many of our intell-ectual m-embers regularly attended the Colby lectures and concerts? Does anyone suspect there is any reason besides the lectures to draw them to Colby? Does anyone remember the poems we wrote for English 1Did we say poems 'IJ ? Do you remember the night we tried out for Junior Reading or the glory brought to our class by the seven who won a place in the finals and staged what we are sure is the most artistic Junior Reading in the history of Oak Grove? Can you ever forget the picnic lunches on the west terrace or the way we feast on camp suppers at the Rendezvous? i WHEN A BIRTHDAY CAKE SURPRISES YOUR BEST FRIEND 46 OAK LEAVES Do you remember how smart the riders looked and how peppy the horses were at the Horse Show? Can you ever forget the first sign of Spring on the Oak Grove hilltop with all the beauty of our new gardens, and do you remember how pleasant it was to enjoy another class picnic at the Marriner cottage? Cheerio! Station O.G.S. '39 signing off. SOPHOMORE NOTES This year at Oak Grove which has sped by so swiftly has been a truly happy and successful one for the Sophomore Class who will not soon forget it. We who entered in September as new girls were immediately made to feel at home by the old girls and together we looked forward to the coming year with happiest anticipation. One of our first pleasant respon- sibilities was the selection of our class teacher and omcers for the year. We did not need to know Miss McNutt long to realize how much we desired her as the guide in our activities and with President Eleanor setting a fine examples of high ideals, we feel that our class has steered its course rather well with the help of the other willing and competent class officers as well as the loyal cooperation of Sophomores in general. Several weeks of our joyous opening term were spent in preparation for our class play, The Knave of Hearts , which was a jolly success under the direction of Miss McNutt. We certainly felt rewarded for our efforts when gales of laughter rose from the appreciative audiences as Betty Glendinning, the clever Knave, displayed her histrionic talent, while our dignified Ann, disguised in personality as Well as figure, by the pillows that produced the desired effect of the plump, red-faced king, hemmed and hawed in response to the flattering attention of our lovely president who played the role of a 'beguiling young maid-en, in spite of the condemnation and admonition of the stern and unimpassioned Chancellor, Phyllis Webb, whose clever int-erpretation helped make the play hilariously successful. The first formal tea of the year was the delightful one when Mrs. Owen was at home to us at her lovely farm, Rosemere. The winter season opened with the tea by the Faculty and then we were guests of the Seniors at a most attractive tea in January to which we responded a few weeks later when we tried to be equally gracious and hospitable. As the fun of winter sports came to a climax in the banquet when the cups were awarded, we began to realize that Sophomore Declamations were not far away. Our nervousness was soon dispelled under the guidance of Mrs. Green's generous and talented instruction and We discovered that it was only another opportunity to develop our talents and have plenty of fun at the same time. As the gala event of the season, the Class Picnic, drew near We were thrilled that our class was the one invited to the Owen's beloved farm. We 47 OAK LEAVES accepted the invitation with joyous anticipation. We had the fun of christening the long English tables and benches in the game room our Principals have built there for us. Fresh, sweet smelling hay in a loft where we could jump from high beams, a great barn floor for bandminton, a winding brook in a meadow Where we went to swim, tall trees to climb, flower gardens to enjoy, sheltered lawns where we might sun ourselves. and new bicycles rented for the day gave us fun, relaxation, variety and fellowship. To those who have ever been entertained by our Owens it is only necessary to mention refreshments and numerous eyes will light up with anticipation, but we were there for all day with a big feast at noon around the great fireplace and an informal picnic for supper before we reluctantly climbed into the big bus that brought us back to Oak Grove. Our girls have won ribbons in the Horse Showg we had the only under- class girl on the new Oak Grove Honor Rollg the work of our artists will be prominent in the Art Exhibitiong and we feel that our year has proved academically and culturally successful. We are looking forward with sincere anticipation to the coming year and our opportunity to prove our worth as upperclassmen at Oak Grove. FRESHMAN NOTES In the manner of preceeding freshmen classes we elected our class teacher and ofiicers after all the classes above us had completed theirs. Ever since then we have been commending ourselves for our good judgement as the year has moved happily along. Our first large dramatic project was The Magic Melody directed by A GOOD-NATURED CHEF ADDS A LOT TO RENDEZVOUS SUPPERS 48 F OAK LEAVES Mrs. Green and Miss Ball. Since any amateur knows well the discourag- ment of play rehearsals we were thrillingly surprised when the cast did so nobly. Our versatile president distinguished herself as the young Wolfgang Mozart, while Adelaide was a winning princess and Mary Ann a most dignified empresfs. The setting was perfect in the long parlors of Briggs Hall where an early melodeon and a few antiques gave the atmos- phere of a royal salon. Our sister class, the Juniors, graciously entertained us at tea early in the winter season and a few weeks later we were at home to them. It was at our tea that we were honored by the presence of the Countess Miloradivich who lectured so charmingly the night before. Miss Ball was adorable in her St. Valentine Day surroundings, greatly resembling a Valentine herself. We were especially grateful for her calm management and we who had been worried lest we spill the tea or crash into our guests, really had as much fun giving the tea as in going' to others. We were also happy to welcome Maria Hartwell back to our class at this time. Our class produced some remarkable skiers, riders, and basketball players and although we are not all aces every Freshman girl is a good sport who enjoys trying everything, and Nancy succ-eeded in winning a skiing medal. Badminton, archery, and tennis have had their devotees and much talent has b-een found for soccer. Some of our equestrians distinguished them- selves in the Horse Show and some are among the leading artists. We may be prejudiced but we think we have a talented class. We have worked hard all year and even when the home work came in large assignments, the undaunted Freshmen invariably endeavored to make a few dents. Some of us have groaned wh-en we had to write poems for CAST OF CHARMING FRESHMEN PLAY -I9 OAK LEAVES English but we were later much impressed by the productions of several of our classmates. The class picnic was one of the most enjoyable events of the year with the weather man providing a perfect day. We had hardly arrived at North Pond when we hurried into bathing suits and plunged into the cold waters where our first swim was quite brief-but we made up for it in the after- noon. After a bountiful feast when all diets were discarded, some of us rode bikes which had been amiably supplied by two young Smithfield- ians, while others explored the countryside and returned with vivid sun- burns. The year, which is the first at Oak Grove for the most of us, draws to a close and Commencement Day approaches. Our minds leap forward to next September and we are already making plans for a Sophomore year which we sincerely believe will be even more interesting and successful than our first has been. JUNIOR SCHOOL NOT'ES Although the old proverb says that little folks should be seen and not heard, we are afraid we've been both this year but we'Ve had a great deal of fun about it. Our first celebration came when we were lucky enough to secure Miss Berry as our class adviser. One of the first parties just for our Department was that happy afternoon last fall when Miss Berry took us up the Apache Trail to the Summit for a camp supper as her guests. As we watched each class stage its play we decided we would have to do something very original and unusual if we kept up with our elders and we finally selected the Colonial play, A Dish of China Tea , which we had the best of fun preparing. Ginnie Barnes of Honolulu was a grand heroine while Jane was perfect as the snooty Mrs. Cornelia Trockmorton, B-etty made a charming hostess, Noel was clever as Clarissa, Jean did some excellent acting as Marcy, and Mina with her smelling salts convulsed us all as the voluminous Lady Augusta Clyde. Dotty and Mary were fine managers and everything went off perfectly. Virginia has been a grand president this year and we all wish she could be our president right along. Mrs. Owen entertained us all at tea at her farm besides several jolly parties in the big game room there but we shall never forget that we tipped over one of the little t-ea tables right in the midst of the formal party-or how kind Mrs. Owen was about it. Now that we have given our own tea and attended several during the winter we shall not be so clumsy next year. While on a long ride on which Mrs. Owen invited us on Mother's Day we found a marvelous place on Lake Messalonskee which we immediately 50 OAK LEAVES engaged for our class picnic. The day was all we had heard about from the old girls who had talk-ed about it all the year but some of us did look like lobsters from our sunburns. The view of the lake was very wond-erful and the swimming was fine. Like all the old girls have done, we are now looking forward to the class picnic of next year, and we are enjoying the beautiful gardens which are even prettier than We had been promised. MASQUE AND DIRK With the flair for variety that has always characterized the honorary dramatic society, Masque and Dirk, the program this year has been quite unique under the leadership of the following officers: President, Dorothy Robins, Secretary, Rebecca Green, Treasurer, Virginia Peters, Make-up and Costumes, Marion Stanwoodg Stage and Lights, Ethel Wentworth, and Scenic Design and Publicity, Alice Brown. The opening meeting was held early around the open fire of th-e Masque and Dirk Clubroom as many happy plans were discussed for the study of dramatics, for the ambitious play we selected as our big project that was nothing less than The Barretts of Wimpole Street , and for th-e social activities of the Club during the year. The members of Masque and Dirk have had leading parts in the Class Plays and French Plays as well as the Pageants that have been given during the year. One of the pleasantest festivities of the Club year came in late May when With our faculty direc- tor, Mrs. Green, our entire club enjoy-ed both a dinner party at the noted summer theater, Lakewood, and the opening night, with all the pomp and tradition of an opening night at Lakewood. The year came to an official close on May thirty-first with the initiation of fourteen new members who distinguished themselves for their talent during the year and won the requisite number of points. The initiation was held in the Clubroom, light-ed only by the open fire and candles, and with the symbolical decorations of American beauty roses mingled with white lilacs. We welcomed the following new members-Priscilla Bacon, Ann Black, Jean Bray, Peggy Bu-rke, Alberta Freeman, Betty Glendinning, Eve Harrington, Betty Hoyle, Eleanor Ireland, Marjorie Knight, Constance Morin, Arletta Thorpe, Phyllis Webb and Dorothy Wendel. ANOTHER COUNTESS COMES Having had a share in entertaining a rather glamorous countess last year some of us were a trifle indifferent when we heard that our lecture course for this year would again include a countess Who would be our guest for four days. Even when she appeared on the lecture platform in the jeweled crown and fur-trimmed robe such as she had worn in the glad days of her girlhood in the sunny Caucasus on the shore of the Black Sea, we 51' OAK LEAVES were still in full control of our enthusiasm as we deemed it becoming for democratic Americans to be, but as the Countess Miloradivich, speaking in beautiful English and gently modulated tones, told us of the customs and history of that charming country, mo-st diplomatically avoiding controver- sial subjects, brightening her story with delightful humor and speaking with a sincerity that none could doubt, our hearts were touched. 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Anxious that every new girl should become l one of us as soon as possible we sp-ed merrily down the lane to Gannet Field for the opening matches in hockey and soccer, while excitement and enthusiasm for the coming days and the thrill of being back again on our hilltop just bubbling over. There were the new horses with their fine gaits that we were all eager to try, and some of our new girls who could already ride so well. But best of all there was something grand in just being at Oak Grove again. In a very few days Becky Green was chosen Major of the Blacks and Dotty Robins of the Scarlets, while the old girls of each team were all eagerness and expectancy to initiate each new girl into the team for which she was drawn. Adorned and bedecked with the colors of their respective teams the old girls formed two long lines in the gym to receive and welcome each new girl with a peppy cheer from her team, with a handshake from the captain and plenty of fun from the mascots. 9L - HOCKEY While the tinkling of the SCARLET bell was echoing in our ears we were already on Gannett Field and swiftly passing the white puck to a fellow-team- mate in keenest hope for the first goal. The real fun began, however after the teams were chosen for it was then that the expert hockey coaching started. Under the able leadership of the two hockey captains, Becky Green and Marion Stanwood, the Blacks and Scarlets developed amazing skill and it was prac- tically impossible for either side to score a goal. The great day of the first match in the tournament arrived with many spectators filling the bleachers, one side gay with Scarlet, the other under the banner of the Blacks who 54 OAK LEAVES i.'6f Eff ln. CANDID SHOTS AROUND THE RIDING RING 55 OAK LEAVES were announced victorious when Miss Bell blew the final whistle. The second game was even more exciting and ended in a tie although two extra quarters were played. In the third and final game the Black team won a proud victory. SOCCER While the upperclassmen were enjoying their hockey so vigorously, our little sisters were racing up and down the field kicking the soccer ball swiftly and far. Their teams were soon chosen with Joan House captain of the Scarlets and Betty Glendinning leading the Blacks. Here again the tournament saw closely contested games with grand sportsmanship on both sides, and with the Blacks winning the tournament. The thrill of winter sports has come to us since then but the fun of those fall games still remains vividly with us. TENNIS AND ARCHERY Although so many of us chose hockey and soccer above everything else in those zestful fall days on the hilltop when the air is so exhilarating that anything else than a swift game seems dull, yet as always, tennis courts and archery greens claimed their devotees. Every afternoon the tennis fans were awaiting their turns on the courts and when the tournament was over Betty Brooks was champion with Arletta Thorpe and Mary Whitford winning second and third places. Again our courts are echoing gleefully as we are trying to improve our backhandf, and now the spring tourna- ment is here. Our graceful Robin Hoods have sailed forth to the archery green this year with bows and arrows but their domain has 'been invaded by all the exciting construction of the New Wing that is going on so near their green, and like the famous outlaw they have had to give up some of their open country, but not even the archers complain as we watch the walls rise on this b-eautiful new recitation building. .-li-li BASKETBALL AND BADMINTON The increasing popularity of badminton has seen the little feathered shuttlecocks darting back and forth through the air with a merry rate and we have had great fun at the sport although it has not yet been organized for a tournament series. There are so many exciting things to do at Oak Grove that one cannot major in everything and badminton has been a leisure hour activity for all who enjoy it. 56 OAK LEAVES Whatever the devotion to other sports there are always enough who like basketball better than anything else to provide plenty of excitement and keen competition in the basketball series which we think comes at the best season of the year since it has now been placed at the first of March when our exciting winter sports are over, but it is not yet time to be out on the hockey field, courts or greens. The Scarlet and Black teams were chosen from both Lipper and lower classsmen and after a few days of practice, June Frazer was elected Captain of the Blacks and Dotty Robins of the Scarlets. The tournament was exciting and breathtakingly close with the merry Blacks leading at the end of the tournament. In the game between the upper and lower classmen there was much excitement in the third quarter when the lower classmen staged an immense comeback under Captain Priscilla to triumphantly win the game. ' WINTER SPORTS AND CARNIVAL Much to our delight there was a.n early freeze in December so that we had two weeks of grand skating on the little pond and then enough snow for just a taste of the skiing and coasting that was going to bring us so many thrills in January. All ibut four of the girls in school returned after Christmas with skates, and the Ski Club alone included over two-thirds of the School. The grand skating rink was waiting for us and with th-e com- pletion of the new Ski Fairway that was under construction last year, we have had ideal settings for the winter sports we've adored. Skating was given a great boost at the opening of the winter term when none less than Jimmy Madden, a national fancy figure skating champion, danced and whirled over the ice in spirals and curls to gay music, and th-en spent another hour skating with us and giving us some very fine points in technique. Half of the Winter Carnival program was devoted to fancy figure skating, dancing, and stunts at the skating rink after the Queen was crowned. The hours of the afternoon not being sufficient, our skating club petitioned for a sunrise party in February after which Mrs. Owen had a special breakfast prepared for them. With the new Ski Fairway, besides a winding trail in the woods for those who want hazards, skiing was off with a 'big start and some swank in the gay skiing togs some of our girls had wheedledi from indulgent fathers during the Christmas holidays. We have decided it takes a South- erner to teach winter sports-for Miss Ball was marvelous in the way she could line us up on our great broad Fairway to hold classes in skiing technique. It was no time before our experts had mastered the Slaloms, the Christies, the Gelandesprungs to say nothing about the Sitzmarks that others demonstrated with much speed. The second half of the Winter Carnival opened with a novel feature as 57 OAK LEAVES A ROLLICKING SONG AND SNAPPY DRILL OPEN OUR WiNTER CARNIVAL sixty girls on skis formed a great circle to go through a lively drill with their ski poles in the midst of which they jumped completely around all the while they were singing a rollicking song. There was more fun when they went through their fancy stunts and with the minimum spills. There were also obstacle races, and rac-es in and out among the gay colored llags. Oak Grove not only entertained our parents but all our guests from the various boys schools and colleges in the great Social Room where dozens of tables had been arranged around the fireplace and groups could drop in informally in ski togs for uncounted servings of piping hot refreshments for which some groups returned several times during the afternoon. The Carnival was great fun, but so was the jolly getting ready for it, and next year we are planning for an even bigger one. SPORTS BANQUET The climax of winter sports came the night before the spring vacation with our banquet in a room completely transformed by the clever artists who had lined the walls with snowshoes and ski poles tied with the colors 58 OAK LEAVES THRILLS FROM THE START of the Scarlets and Blacks. It looked very sporty by the light of the candles illuminating the room. It was a gay -banquet With merry toasts, many souvenirs, and with the coveted silver cups for skating Won by Jeanette Haggett, and for skiing Won by Rebecca Green. The names of the charter members who passed all the tests in skiing were read and those who had honors in skating. We wish we had space to reproduce all the clever speeches and especially the humorous ones of Betty Glendinning and June Frazer whose Remember the day brought long applause. RHYTHMICS Even though we are keen about so many outdoor sports at Oak Grove, there are some who enjoy 'the indoor gymnastics 'best of all with our fine instruction in Hoor work, apparatus work, correctives, and aesthetic gymnastics. Miss Ball is especially talented in directing us in lovely aesthetic dances as interpretations of beautiful music. The versatility of this work was Well shown in our spring exhibition with the very gay Mardi gras scenes with flashing costumes and lively steps in such a differ- ent tempo from the impressive number called In a Convent Garden . In the long robes of nuns and! priests the dancers went through their temple dance with a majesty, a rhythm, and a reverence that caught the imagina- 59 OAK LEAVES tion of all and was so exquisitely done that no one applauded until after all had left the floor and the last note had ceased. Besides the aesthetic dances th-e program of the spring exhibition con- tained many other features such as the opening number which called for the most clever and accurate marching to make the intricate geometrical designs formed by all the girls in school, and with each section going through its rhythmic exercises with different types of apparatus in a lovely living picture of grace and skill. The program also included some clever apparatus work on the horse and parallel bars besides the fancy marching and ever popular pyramids. Now that the spring exhib-ition is over we begin to realize that the year is almost at an end with only a few more days for the Seniors to lazily aim at the targets on the archery green, to bask in the afternoon sun by the porte-cochere gazing at the lovely rolling hills ibeyond the Kennebec, or just to be at Oak Grove. How lucky are the underclassmen, how fortunate are they to be able to see atleast one more spring on our beautiful hilltop! i.l.l- RIDING We who know our horses and love them, too, were excited beyond words when we saw the handsome new mounts our Principals had added to the stables this fall. We were quite excited, too, that Louise Barnes from Honolulu, who had spent the summer at a camp in Maine, had had a share in selecting two of the new horses. We were especially smitten with Young Warrior, New Star, and Starlight, but we still maintain that none could b-e better than our good old Smuggler and gay littl-e Firefly, while all the others have their staunch friends. With Miss Humphrey again in charge of the riding, assisted 'by both Miss Brown and Miss Berry, we have not only had our classes every afternoon, but those never-to-be-forgotten moonlight rides, the all-day rides, taking the Apache Trail to the summit for a noon f-east, the long rides to Miss Humphrey's camp where we've had such good things, and the still longer Perley Rides. Now as OAK LEAVES goes to press the biggest adventure of all is awaiting us when we set off Friday afternoon for a twenty-five mile ride to Rosemere, where we shall spend the night, initiate th-e young Squires into our Riding Club, the K. of A., and have a sumptuous Hunt Breakfast before we return to Oak Grove. This wonderful year of interesting and -exciting riding reached a high point in the spring Horse Show when our enthusiastic equestrians demon- strated th-eir form and skill before the same competent judges from Water- ville and Augusta who have judged so finely at previous Horse Shows. The competition was keener than ever this year and they found it most difficult to award the prizes, but after some hours of deliberation the 60 OAK LEAVES ribbons were awarded as follows: Beginner Class: blue, Nancy Getchellg red, Jane Cofiing yellow, Beatrice Reymond. Intermediate Class: blue, Priscilla Veazie, red, Joan House, yellow, Jean Bray, white, Ann Blackg honorable mention, Adelaide Torrey and Janet K-elly. Advanced Class: blue, Louise Barnesg red, Eve Harrington, yellow, Nancy Guptill. With our fine horses that are so gentle yet swift we were able to put on some unusually interesting stunts this year at the Horse Show. Roman Riding by Louise Barnes was done perfectly, as she guided our beautifully matched Firefly and Rogue around and around th-e Ring. Other inter-esting stunts were Indian Riding by Janet Kelly, Bareback by Virginia Barnes, Tandem Riding and Tandem Racing by Janet Clark and Betty Glendinning, and Cossack Riding by Marion Kennedy, Priscilla Veazie, Nancy Guptill and Joan House. The Horse Show lasted all day and at noon the entire school and all their guests were entertained at a picnic at the great outdoor fireplace at the Rendezvous where Chef Johnny excelled himself and everyone made merry. At the close of the Horse Show in the afternoon a horseshoe of flowers was presented to Miss Humphrey, flowers and candy to the judges and corsages to Miss Brown and Miss Berry. 61 Sept. 14. 15. 17. 18. 20. 22. 24. 25. 27. 28. 30. Oct. 2. 5. 7. 9. 11 13. 15. 17. 19. 21. 23. OAK LEAVES DO YOU REMEMBER The real Oak Grove welcome to all the old and new girls from near and very far, and halls echoing with laughter? Those individual conferences with each of our teachers after Registration, the model day's program, and the jolly sports afterward? How delicious the hot Hamburgers fand everything elsej were for our first Camp Supper at the Rendezvous? Soft music, shad-ed lights, gay frocks, and friendliness when Faculty gave us traditional welcome Reception? How the Scarlets and Blacks cheered their new members? The ecstasy of riders and companionship of horses on our first Moonlight Ride? When- some peppy new girls signed up for Archery, Hockey, Tennis, Badminton, and Riding the same afternoon? The clever acting in the Post Graduate play? The beautifully illustrated lecture on Palestine by one of our noted graduates? That grand Picnic Lunch on the terrace? How pleased we are when Mrs. Owen's Rosemere parties begin again? How enamored we are with the new horses added to our tables? The expectancy over our C. Q.'s at Thursday Collection? The perfect parties given by every teacher to her Advisees? Exciting tryouts for Soccer and Hockey Teams? The recital of Blanche Yurka? The scarlet, orang-e, bronz-e and crimson of our gorgeous Octo- ber foliage? Marvelous descriptions of Junior Department feast on the Summit? Or the melodramatic tale of the Prince and the Swallow? Chef Johnnie's yummie, yummie camp supper? When all the Freshman alarm clocks went off at 6 A.M.? The charm of Miss Burt's first Piano Recital? Or the excite- ment over Big Sisters? How we covet those swift gallops by moonlight over the country roads? When Mina's giggles made us repeat the firedrill? Our thrills as we see our Principal's dream of beautiful recita- tion rooms really coming true? The admiration, amusement and' reverence when the Seniors triumphed in the their Class Play, Monsignor's Hour ? 62 OAK LEAVES Nov Dec. How happily we planned a lovely silver service for Miss Baldwin's wedding gift? What hordes set off for opening night of Entertainment Course at Colby? Famous Fortune Tellers, Weird Decorations, the Dismal Dun- geon, Stunts, and merrymaking of Hallowe'en? That first Perley Ride with the long jaunt on your favorite horse and the sumptuous dinner when belts broke? The next two Firsts -our grand Sleep-in and Dr. Osgood's inspiring vespers by candlelight? Tumultuous cheers when Scarlets make two Hockey goals? The ease with which the famous Soprano, Natalie Bodanya took her tall notes tonight? How much the Seniors wanted to attend Oak Grove Alumnae Reunion in Boston? And' the dramatic skill Juniors showed in class play? How many happy Rosemere Parties our Principals find time to give for us and how good everything is? The talent shown in Piano Recital tonight? Or how funny some of us looked in our first movies? When all the Juniors waved tantalizingly as they set off to Clinton as guests of our Owens' at annual church supper? The Knave of Hearts and how the Sophomore Play convulsed us? The thrills and squeals fdon't tell Mrs. Owenj at ice on the little pond-and skating soon? The Sleep-in, gay dining room and sumptuous dinner for the forty at Oak Grove on Thanksgiving? How we love skating and thrilled- at this early snow over which our flexible flyers speede-and hoped for enough for skiing? The buzz of Christmas secrets and plans for traditional Sewing Bee? - The voices of tenor and bass with Ionian Singers? How frisky the horses were that hungry girls rode to Miss Humphrey's Camp for fried chicken and apple pie-or how we did the elephant walk? Another inch of snow that made the pine trees ethereal and started our fun on the new Ski Fairway? Mrs. Owen's Colonial Home with Christmas decorations and High Tea for all Juniors and Seniors? And the perfectly won- derful Mozart play the Freshmen staged in their elaborate costumes? The candlelighted chapel and our lovely Christmas Pageant? Our jolly big Christmas Party and Santa himself? All the excitement of tickets, vacations and Merry Christmas ? 63 an. Feb OAK LEAVES How good it was to see one's friends again and how exuberant forty girls were to try their new skiis? When Bevy mastered the slalom and Becky demonstrated a Sitzmark? New Year's Tea at Rosemere for all underclassmen? And our vivid, varied, vivacious Masquerade? When Faculty opened our winter season of formal teas? The spirals, eights, whirls and leaps demonstrated on our new Rink by National Champion Fancy Figure Skater Jimmy Madden? When We skate to music under the moon and hot refreshments welcome us in? How Walter Habenicht's violin held us spellbound? What fun it was to relax happily and tell all you know -if We knew it-during Mid-years? How we envied those who went to hear the noted Kirsten Flagstad? How the Junior Department amazed and pleased us with its play? The movies after Study Hall of breathtaking Alpine Skiing? The great exodus to Waterville and the delightful Recital tonight? The lovely Junior hostesses and the cordial welcome to Maria? When the charming -Countess Miloradovitch was our guest for a few days? The gala formal dinner and Mrs. Owen asking us all to be her Valentine? What skill we showed and fun we had in our Winter Carnival? The fascinating, exotic costume recital with music from India by Sydna White? All the concentration and anticipation of K. of A. Tryouts? 64 OAK LEAVES Mar. Apr. May 26 1. 4 6 9 12 15 18 21 25 26 11. 14 17 19 23 25 29 1 4 6 7 10 12 13 14 16 18 20 21 22 24 Skiing pictures-and Howe? How the Blacks raced away with the Skating victory-and that ludicrous costume party on the Rink? Mr. Bryant and the virgin snow? How really thrilled we are with Dr. Deems' sermons? Why our Principals started penmanship classes? It was far easier to recognize the famous masterpieces than our own schoolmates posed in the wonderful Art Exhibit? Our heavenly moonlight ride on North Road? Our celebration for close of Exams? The intriguing jewelry made in Craft Class? Such a banquet ever, such witty speeches, such beautiful silver cups, such a sporty dining hall or such gay spirits as that cele- brated -by Skiing and Skating Clubs? The excitement of an extra holiday on our Spring vacation? How glad We all Were to see each other again? Our enthusiastic cheer leaders in the Basketball Tournament? That early morning ride to St. Mark's for all the Episcopal girls-and our lovely Easter Pageant tonight? When the General Science Class took another field trip? M. Perrichon, and all the characters in the French plays on which our French guests complimented us so profusely? Or the zest of singing French songs with them after the plays? The daring stunts on horses land offj by K. of A. aspirants? The costumed lecture recital on Hawaii and leis for each? Thrill of riders when two more peppy horses arrive? How we love these picnic lunches outdoors? The poise of the Sophomores in their D-eclamations? Our Spring Horse Show-with swank of riders and dash Creally dash on occasionj of horses? Any Spring gardens as lovely as ours? - How the Seniors decorate our campus, studying out?-Lucky things! The excellent Recital of Violin and 'Cello pupils? Complicated drills, clever apparatus work and artistic interpre- tive dances in our Spring Gymnasium Exhibitions? Why so many were guests of Colby College today? The excursions of Art Classes to Bowdoin College Art Museum -and all their attendants? How fast our n-ew Recitation Building grows? When a Junior 'Class has revealed such dramatic talent? Any Class Picnics as grand as ours at Lakes, Beaches and Country? That classy -Studio Tea given iby six seniors? What Fun the Art Classes have sketching on the Campus? 65 OAK LEAVES June K. OF A. AT ROSEMERE The lovely concert by singing pupils? Such a thrilling time as the 25-mile ride, 20 camping all night at Rosemere, K. of A. initiation and the Hunt Breakfast at 11.30 A.M.? How expert some archers and tennis fans are? How Ethel conducted French Chapel? How sweetly solemn our thoughts are as we see the Seniors rehearsing and wish Commencement were far, far away? Our inspiring Baccalaureate and Candlelight services? WHO EVER SEE THE SPRING They cannot doubt who ever see the Spring! The dew of fragile green Clinging to boughsg The daubs of colour In the meadow grasses- 'Crocus a minute, daffodil primroseg And then the fire Of blossom-scarlet pinks, Pastels and white, Mocking the neighboring green. These blossoms fall, These flowers rejoin the earth, These leaves mature dark green, Dusty, brown, withered- They fall, Only to resurrect when Spring is here, They cannot doubt who ever see the Spring! SIBYL PORTER, Australia. 66 'ff . 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