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

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Nineteen-forty (2ta±± Tune— Man on the Flying Trapeze' I’m stuffed to the gills with Spruces and Pines of compassing circles and drawing straight lines of prickling out seedlings in nice little flats then pricking out more 'til I think I’ll go bats. I’ve studied my ferns and keyed out my flowers and pondered o’er Soils ’til “Dawn Patrol” hours. I’ve pruned and I’ve sheared all the neighboring trees when it’s 50 below and a 10-mile breeze. I’ve set out Tomatoes in neat little lines I’ve tied up the Lima and Cucumber vines Oh yes, and I’ve even run up and down chasing the plow pulled by old Buster Brown. Can’t you just see me pursuing a bug with a gleam in my eye and a cyanide jug I’ve absorbed Chemistry and there for a spell I drank H,0 and ate NaCl. 1 distinctly remember each heifer and cow I’ve groomed and I’ve fed so I can’t forget now I’ve dropped in my chair when the day's work is done But the best part of all is, I’ve had lots of fun. 30 Carolyn Jones '40

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Nineteen-forty■ Ob !Bud September 18, 1939, doors opened on thirty-two enthusiastic Juniors, a huge class, rather overrunning the spacious grounds of our new country-life home. First social gathering: A party in which we mingled with seniors and faculty, carving animals arid figures from vegetables. (It would seem that a horticulturist has to be a sculptor too!) Happy introduction to the spirit of the School by Seniors’ Scavenger Hunt. In October it was our turn to entertain. A Hayride-Doggie Roast being the occasion. Mr. Bush-Brown, the life of the party, singing ballads for us around a blazing campfire. (Refreshments: Cider and hot dogs.) Typical of our activities: One warm afternoon during the fall, passersby were very much bewildered to find the whole Junior class kneeling in a circle dabbling at the lawn. Investigation would have shown that we were planting two thousand Muscari botryoides bulbs—the gift of last year’s Senior class. Hallowe’en! The tables were turned—faculty served us our supper in a hall decorated with candlelight and spiders’ webs. Ghostly atmosphere enlivened by two mysterious strangers—a witch and scarecrow, who sprang to life, gamboling and dancing before our delighted eyes! Imagine our surprise when they proved to be Mr. and Mrs. Bush-Brown. . . . Costume contest followed when students disguised themselves as insects, chlorophyll, etc. First prize went to a flower arrangement. Dr. Hodge, representing a very sick plant, was restored to health by draughts of Manganese and Potassium, administered by plant specialist, Dr. Patrick. On November eighth. Junior Class elections resulted in officers: Jean Graham, President; Mary Rea, Student Council Representative; and Rhoda Specht. Secretary-Treasurer. December 5—our initiation into the rites of Peanut Week! A week outstanding in sisterly love which certainly should dominate the Christmas season. Excitement and thrills. The banquet and Dramatic Club play climaxed this week of fun. Home for a month! Christmas vacation and exams over. Time to bring forth the punch bowl and long skirts again to trip the light fantastic in a mid-season dance. March: Business and pleasure combined in our visit to the Philadelphia Flower Show. We may only have been Juniors, but that didn’t prevent us from being as critical and as observant as the Seniors. April 11: Penny Carnival, a unique party involving the guests in games of skill, mystery, bargain sales, and FOOD. Mr. Andrew rolled up the highest score. Proceeds went toward the purchase of Schubert’s C Major Symphony. Looking ahead . . . 32