Oxford School - Oxfordian Yearbook (Hartford, CT)

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SENIOR CLASS WILL Janette Austin leaves her casual way to Nancy Knowlton. Betty Ballard leaves her devotion to teddy-bears to Ellen Hooper. Just so you'll have something to love, Hooper. Betty Bean leaves a big hole-by the loss of her artistic talents. Betty Boucher leaves to Anne Murtha-no, she's changed her mindg she won't leave him after all. Mabel Cheney leaves her place in the Senior Room to herself for next year. fWe feel that we are leaving a valuable addition to next yearis class., Barbara Costello leaves her soaring voice to a certain soprano with a sawing voice. Miggie Dewing gladly leaves the English Department. Why, whatever will Miss Evans be able to do without you, Miggie? Jean Doherty leaves her vanity to Janet Tilney. KWe mean your compact and comb, ,Iean.j Mary Eddy leaves one of her abilities to each of quite a number of girls. Gerry Foley leaves the example of her acting to Paint and Putty. May we buy our tickets for next year now? Doris Frank leaves her complications in writing to Edith Conklin. Polly Frisbie leaves her animation in athletics to Elizabeth Turner. Effie Cilbertson leaves her tardiness to gym fwhy Effie, were you ever there?J to Adalyn Purdy. Elinor Gregory as a pianist leaves the next Senior Class peace and quiet in sixth period study hall. Anne Hatheway leaves William Shakespeare C Bill lo Annej to the Oxford library. Bee Johnston leaves a pair of unbreakable glasses to the Pound. Lee Merrels leaves some of her curls to Connie Laird. Polly Mitchell leaves her eyebrows to Virginia Tuttle, whose own are unfor- tunately not noticeable. A Nancy Poeller leaves her friend the bus driver as the busian fnot in dictionaryl guardian for future Oxford commuters. Alice Rowley leaves her memory to any one who can find it. Sally Skinner leaves-well you know what it isg we can't explain it-to whoosie- what's-her-name, you know whom we mean. fWe donlt know any more about this than you do.j Joan Sullivan leaves her half-size theme paper to some other Lilliputian. Lorry Walker leaves her gymnastic genius to O. A. A., provided there's room for it all. Helen Waterman leaves her quiet charm to be divided among a certain group of girls at Miss Guernsey's judgment. Lucy Waterman leaves her great big blue eyes for some one else to wonder with. Mary Worthen leaves her giggle to Grace Morris. Now Grace, pity us, and use discretion. 27

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SENIOR CLASS PROPHECY Time-2034 A.D. if .:,1f,fQ T was twelve o'clock on Midsummer Night's Eve in the garden. For one lfjti hour the flowers could talk. Little Johnny-Jump-Up squeaked first. '4Hol Smoke, said she, 'fLet's fret ac uainted. I was Sullivan, the head Ml' f hyM' hh c 't D q o t e mne a a amps. Not Sullivan of Oxford, 1934?,' inquired Iris. 'Then don't you remember me- Gregory? Why, I named my fifth child after you. 'fWhoopee, screamed Tiger-Lily. You're both from Oidford? Me too Boucher-you know! Me too, me too, yelled Daisy Dewing. , I also, murmured Cheney Trillium. A great shout went up. All the flowers claimed Oxford as their Alma Mater. - Wh es, said Bluebell Frank, I found out b mathematics that all the class 0 wou e re orn as owers in is gar en. f 1934 Y' yld h h fl ' th' d X Why, Dee, Bouncing Bet Ballard exclaimed, hullo! I took up mathematics too, when Martinelli wouldn't give me a job as Elsa when he sang Lohengrin. That was a funny thing, wasn't it? I sang so beautifully. Twa-twa-twee-tweef' Costello the Poppy sang out, 'fl sang too. Carmen was my favorite heroine. Twa-twa-twee-twee-twa- Enough of that, for Peteis sake, chuckled Bean from Dutchman's Breeches, your talent is too noisy. Take mine for instance: now there is nothing as noise- less and pleasing to the ears as art and sculpture. Why Picasso himself congratu- lated me on my quiet art. You know he never cared for loud colors. Ker-choo, Colden Rod, will you please get outlw howled Holly-Hock Waterman. You're a nuisance. Co awayf' 'flinksf' said Golden Rod Walker. Nuts! Now, Hollyhock, don't lose your temper, murmured the sisterly Aster Water- man. ullemember 'All that glitters is not goldif, Has that got anything to do with it? piped Daffodil Mcrrels. Colden Rod is not gold. Now take a look at me if you want to see real gold. My coloring was always dazzling. Why, I remember that Crown Prince Trevor told me that I alone could make him appreciate real beauty. Why, take the time at the Roxbury Palace- f'Who cares for palaces?,' murmured Forget-Me-Not Johnston. I like the natural beauty of brooks and woods. Palaces, om , eacocks, arades, riceless I h H P P P P P pear s, .... o , no, no, no. You've changed, B. L, said Queen Anne's Lace. What happened? Well, Hathewayf' answered Forget-Me-Not Johnston, I met the duckiest farmer imaginable. We kept cows and chickens happily for thirty-five years. Such devotionf' said Worthen, the Peony, I never would have thought it of you. Still, I was married that long myself, only we didn't live in the country. My usband was a bank president. hPetunia Eddy joined the conversation. If she said shortly, 'fmarried an arc eologist. That is all. V IA lonighwhistle was heard. What is that? breathed helpless little Jean, the io et. , protect me somebody. O. K. Doherty, said Buttercup Frisbie. Here I sit with egg on my face. What is that noise? 28