Oxford School - Oxfordian Yearbook (Hartford, CT)

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BARBARA KEENEY She owns a dress shop smart and new And always knows the latest fad. She sings on all the networks too And her sponsors run when she gets mad. noRoTHY KELLOGG She stands on a soap box In Times Square Waving her arms And tearing her hair. She lives in an attic Above the shops And feeds on tripe And Vicks cough drops. HELEN KING To an efficiency expert she's happily hitched And he with her is quite bewitchedg She carries out his every wish And always prepares his favorite dish. She keeps their kiddies neat and clean And better dressed children you've never seeng But when Saturday evening 'rolls around A gayer young couple is not to be found. PEGGY KIRK Her husband used to Be undernourished But under her guidance He has flourished. Now he's a healthy Athlete And Peggy's victory Is complete. ELIZABETH She sits you down And opens your jaws And pokes about With sterilized paws. Her patients love her But in vain. She is as cold As novocaine. CLARICE -Mc PHERSON She's a famed woman doctor And people galore Save their tonsils for her operations. She paints lovely pictures Of the Cape's sandy shore Where she spends all her summer vacations. MC CLELLAN 3

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NAN FERGUSON She has a handsome husband And a family nice and neat. This combination ought to make Her happiness complete. But with her painting and her sculpture She whiles away her extra time, And if there's nothing else to She puts her thoughts in rime. do, PEGGY GERMOND She married a cousin Eight times removed, Her New Britain accent Has improved. She lives in a mansion, Abides by the rules, And opens her cans With Stanley tools. BARBARA HUTI' She lives in a cottage That's spotlessly neat, Her husband is pleased With the way she cooks. Little children adore her And come in to call, And she reads them stories From fairy-tale books. l22l GENE HOXIE She pours tea from a silver pot At every church bazaar- And also for sweet charity's sake, She strums a steel guitar. Her virtues are so numerous, You can't count them on your fingers. Although she isn't in the room The memory of her lingers. HARRIET HUNT Her clothes are quite flawless, Her manner most charming. Her smile when you meet her Is very disarming. She leaves nothing whatever to be desired And that is the reason she is so admired For she's taken the place of Emily Post, And now her rules are copied the most.

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HELEN RAREY IANE oLMsT1sD She sits in an office All through the dayg By shorthand and typing She gets her pay. Though she works very hard As she types away. Each evening she is Exceedingly gay. She could draw you a picture-whatever you wanted, Green pussies and fish that have wings. And we're sure in the future with spirit undaunted She'll paint portraits for cowboys and kings. CAROL Rosn She spends her years Reforming souls. The African native She consoles. Each night she darns Her husband's shirts, Then gives them away To the bare converts. l24l CAROLINE WILDE With a boat called Boothbay Buzzard' She won the American Cup. She brought it back to Hartford And now she won't give it up. Her house has only three bathtubs And that would never suffice, So she bathes her youngest in the cup. The result is exceedingly nice. ANN WYPER Once a fortune teller told her She would be a divorceeg Men who know it's hard to hold her Believe the gipsy's prophecy. They all know she's inconsistent, Know that she will change her mindg Yet whole flocks remain persistent Slaves of lovely womankind.