Oldfields School - Rarebit Yearbook (Glencoe, MD)

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FUHEWUBU lt seems incredible to think that soon we shall be leaving amidst a confusion of roses, white gowns and friends' farewells. Now we can comprehend that feeling of want- ing to set out on a journey, yet being reluctant to leave behind us so much. How impossible it is that next year there will be no milk and crackers, no teahouse to break the final shred of our will power, and no bumpy train trip with the familiar cry of Glencoe at its end. As we leave, we realize how much these years have meant. We shall miss Oldfields for all the happiness and fun we have shared, for all the friends we've made among faculty and students, and for a combination of little things: the cow- bell, the velvet steps and those sleepy eyed curtsies, the little details that make up Oldfields. As we go down the hill, we know wherever we may be, we shall never forget our years here, and a little voice tells us that we shall come back up the winding driveway and enter the old house on the hill once again. This time as proud alumnae. POLLY PARKER

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Dear Lord God we thank Thee most humbly for the opportunities of living and loving together here at Old- Helds, for the warmth of friendship, the unselfish devotion of the faculty, for each and every happy hour, for all the love and security which has bound us, as in a cocoon, in all our years here. As we set forth, we pray that we may help others as Oldfields has helped us, that Oldhelds teachings may be as stars by whose rays we may be guided and its intangible spirit may shine through all our troubles, even as the sun breaks through a ceiling of clouds. Help us to be the kind of girls of which Oldfields may be justly proud. Watch over those who here remain. Open their eyes to Thy blessings, let their spirits unite with the very soul of Oldfields and may they be forever thankful. Amen POLLY PARKER, Editor PH YEH

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