Pennsylvania School of Horticulture for Women - Wise Acres Yearbook (Ambler, PA)

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Wise-Acres HL SJ'tovjE’i Enter the class of ’40 ... a bit jittery at the “get-acquainted party” ... not even knowing which end was up. . . . Jane Meigs falling in the brook for the good of the Scavenger Hunt “breaks the ice.” . . . Bryn Mawr Horse Show with hot dogs and ice cream. . . . November 23rd and Thanksgiving holiday finally arrives. . . . Our first S of II dance, Mr. X puts the cob webs in many a gal’s brain. . . . Peanut Week. . . . The big Christmas dinner with the Dramatic Club play and seniors carolling under our windows. . . . Class officers elected: Vicki Emery, President; Isabel Wisner, Secretary-Treasurer; Mugs Geuting, Student Council representative. . . . January, ’3S—Back to the bees, the birds, and the flowers—only the poor things must be all dormant. Only the ice and snow to greet us! Winter or summer, horticulture is still horticulture, as we found in our classes so quickly resumed. Coca-Cola season begins. (Mid-year exams to some.) Up all night studying—then try to stay awake during the two-hour exam. Some one ought to invent a different system! Oh well, at least one couldn’t flunk all her examinations. Alumnae auction. A revelation to see the grads in action! Miss Taft won the prize (?) of the evening, a live chicken. Spring must be really coming, or why the Philadelphia Flower Show? It was like a picnic. S of H girls under all the Cornus Florida, or esconced in the center of a Spring Bulb display eating Miss Barber’s sandwiches. Tempus fugit—trite but how true! Time for spring vacation. It takes exactly ten days for some horticultural students to comb the hay seeds from out of their hair, and put their lip stick on straight. May—an eventful month—with memories we will cherish for a long time. The Hampton Quartette sang for us at Quarry Farm. The Bush-Brown’s picturesque studio-barn made a perfect setting for the beautiful negro spirituals. Gala Garden Day meant the Riding Club’s major production of the year, the circus! No rain—no temperamental horses! Miss Taft’s surprise: cowboys and performing ponies! May Day—Jane Meigs a lovely queen. Who can ever forget Peggy Sanford’s one and only line in the play—“I’m dying for a little love.” Shades of Shakespeare! Dr. Patrick’s party for the cast (just about the entire student body this year) in the Ambler Drug Store. What would May Day be without Dr. Patrick? Her yearly efforts to make this an outstanding event are more than appreciated. 25

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Nineteen-forty' £Z.x-nzzmlj£ri±-- (2[a5, Lee Barron “Lee” Lee has left us for greener pastures—a goat farm, and a husband. While she was here, she left an indelible impression of gayety and wit. Mary Louise Beardsley “Shrimp” Between parties and skating, Shrimp managed to spend enough time here to make a great many friends, who were all very disappointed that she didn’t come back this year. H. Suzanne Hensel “Sue” Though Sue was with us for only one year, none of us can forget her energetic good humour and love of fun. Needless to say. we’ve all missed her, and hope we’ll see her sometime in the near future. Barbara MacCormick “Bobbie” Bobbie was quiet, but not so quiet that we haven’t noticed and regretted her absence this year. We have missed her calmness and reserve. 24

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Nineteen-forty- One thing after another. Picnics and then more picnics until hot clogs stick in your throat. Just the same they are lots of fun! Dramatic Club picnic with a swim or two thrown in. . . . Marjorie McKaig’s super-dooper picnic with swimming, canoeing, archery and heavenly food. Elections for the year resulted in Betsy Vansant being president of the Student Council; Isabel Wisner, president of the class; Marjorie Johnson, secretary-treasurer; Peggy Sanford, Student Body Representative. Senior class banquet given by the juniors—very smooth affair. Even a dance—beautiful gardens, moonlight, soft music and a few men about. What could be more perfect? Commencement. At the last minute came rain, so the exercises were held inside. Good-bye to our big sisters—no more books—UNTIL . . . Back at school again—Seniors! . . . Our first impression of the incoming Juniors—they are going to overpower us in size and number—not seeming half as timid as we were at our first party. Again to the Bryn Mawr show—nifty horses, swell jumping and showing. Our next quest: Collecting the usual array of bugs, soy beans, plus anything from caterpillars to teddy bears . . . our first dance this semester given by the Dramatic Club, preceded by a grand play—oodles of cut-ting-in, fun, and sore feet from unaccustomed high heels. The juniors’ hay-ride for us—the Pennocks team and ours—we’re all stuffed into place to the tune of Mr. Bush-Brown’s bass voice. Down to fire place for hot dogs and cider. . . . (Thanks, juniors, for a perfect evening.) Now for the Germantown Book Fair—the oldest and newest editions. Raymond Massey's “Abe Lincoln in Illinois”—enjoyed tremendously. The banquet and annual Christmas program—the impressive (if we do say so ourselves) ceremony down stairs singing “Hark, The Herald Angels Sing,” tripping through poinsettias and wreaths. ... Following the banquet came “Mistletoe and Hollyberry,” repeated by request. . . . Pretty late now, but out into the snow to go carolling with Miss Watt. . . . Finally storming in on the Pauls’ invitation for hot coffee and a wonderful time. Snow, snow, snow—drifts 8 feet high. . . . Gardens of Ireland lecture. . . . The Ice Carnival, and were we thrilled! Somebody was a Santa Claus giving us those tickets. Dance—bunny faces all over the walls (any resemblance to any persons living or dead purely coincidental). Flower Show time again. “I say, is this a good garden book?” . . . Yes, the one with the Red Cover!” . . . There’s no place like home, so back we go for Easter. Delightful evening with virginal and recorders. The Elizabethians had something! Whee! The circus again—if only it doesn’t rain. 26