Ossining School for Girls - Quill Yearbook (Ossining, NY)

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A kill 17 is in .. N gm ., IN.. 1 ? n 1- s I, Saw 1 'Z Q... TY. 4 A . . 111 Iizm-'fl I .,. 141 . 4 i In !,f'a Qui U' - s x H5 iii 4 HIP' 'Nfl ,,a X I U, YY Ail- ,. ,hp Nw rl' md UH 1 eillf' iw gp ihl. 4 111 in igrfii Un Q w AA. a'h1nfi1 t iii mffn L l MARGARET WILDE . Peoria Illinois CGMARGSS ACADEMIC CoURsE y P-eace hath her victories No less renowned than war. Hockey Team, 1914-15. Secre- tary of Senior Class, 1915-16. A general peach is the name by which Marg is known, and it is a Well-deserved one. No one is so sympathetic to every one, so good in her studies, and so good a sport at the same time. Quiet it is true and peaceful-but how much these qualities can some- times hide. Her success at West Point have shown us that. cn.,

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LUCILE WALKER P i . C 0 eorm mmois C1LE', MUSICAL COURSE ffYJ1e1'e'3 naught in this world yi sympathy, 1' 'Tis so becoming to fhle Snulrmd face. r1il'C2lSlll'GI' of King's Daughtem 1911-12. 1912-13, 1913-14. Supreme Court, first member, 1913-11 191 -I-15. President of Junior Clasf 191--1-15. Hockey Team, 1914-111 Hockey Team, 1915-16. Baskel' lmll r1iO2llll, 1914-15. Presidellifi, Senior Class. l.ueile's five yC2lI'S :mee have made her H Hlenm of attend' lu he missed by the depaffm elznss. Hel' geuiality 211111 C01 lu, smile lmve won for her due polii. lznrilv. Her SCi1Oi31'Ship his bf I'm'cIed her just 1'C21S0n the 51343611011 I loner roll every 111011tl1111dent3t tu years she has 116011 3 S prululg her name 1121 Ussining. M1 Peori A npeace fldfi N0 less re tary of by Which H well S0 Sym 200d in Sport if ig true mugh tl times Point ha

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THE QUILL for 1916 The Class History N the midst of our garden ,there once grew a rose f ll of roses and in the loveliest of them all tree u , lived a nymph, so tiny that human eye could hardly discern ber. She had a snug little room behind every petal of the rose, and a most delicious scent there was within. How lovely and transparent were the walls, for they were shaded in the most beautiful of rose colors. p All' day long, the little- nymph revelled in the sunshine, flew from flower to flower, and danced on the wings of fluttering butterflies. She would peep here and there in various class-rooms to see if her Ossining friends were happy, for she loved them all. One day, before she came to the end of her routine, the sun went down, for she had begun rather late. It became very cold, the dew fell, and the wind blewg it was high time for her to get home. She hurried as much as she ever could, but the rose had shut itself up, and she could not get in. The poor little rose nymph was dreadfully frightened, for she had never been out in the night, and had always slept safely behind her cozy rose- leaves. Here and there she fluttered, until her tiny W11'lgS could work no longer. A big gust of wind whisked her up into the air, and then she dropped into the midst of a strange garden. She looked about and was wondering wh-ere she could be, when, Welcome, my dear cousin, said the Sweet-pea Ezlgvlgh-t Eo1u seem fatigued, and I will call my rs o ep you. ' UNO, answered the Rose, my time seems t0 have '9XPiI'60l, for I have bloomed in Ofladness all mils year- The sun shone and warmed nie, and the ill' llgefreshed me. I drank the pure dew and the SS rain, and I lived, I breathed. But, to-day, and here I have been thrown, the sport of the 38 before my labors were complete, I found myself lost, eur-