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

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THE SOWING Dot leaves the front door key to Ruth. Hetty leaves her wardrobe to Vera. Bobbie leaves her “Hero” parts to Hannah. Bonnie leaves a sugar lump to Traveler. Laddie leaves the “props” to Marge. Stinky leaves her “jitters” to Kay. Mary .Jane leaves her talent for flower arranging to Buttercup. Freemic leaves her “milkmaid” togs to .Jane. Jeanne leaves her French to Elly. Mac leaves her week-end trips home to Michi. Harty leaves Sparkling Sybil to Stephie. Sally leaves her commuting to Fizz. Ann leaves her loquaciousness to Ann. Lambie leaves her bells to the Academic Building. Lily leaves more “Herbie” worries to all future Juniors. Mitch leaves her “jam sessions” to the Roc. room. Nitwit leaves her “deadpan” to the Cows. Perky leaves her love for dogs to Mrs. Wheeler. Wicker leaves all the “Woodies” to .June. Jeannette leaves Lady to those who love her. Penel leaves her interest in Botany to Sally. Smoogio leaves the refrigerator to Pat. Rho leaves her love to Colonel. Peggy leaves the “pharmacy” to Laurie. Nan leaves her temperament to Alice. Ruth leaves her horse collection to Kayo. 27

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to work with exams in view. Then Commencement ... and rain ... so we gathered indoors and regretfully saw our Big Sisters go forth. Bidding good-bye until. . . . September . . . when we returned, a bubbling group of full-fledged Seniors... and Juniors, too, tagged with their names like so many Woodie specimens. Came tin final step in getting acquainted: our hot dog and corn roast around the fireplace and a ripping Virginia reel which made the dust Hy in the surprised barn— Once again to the Bryn Mawr Horse Show with glimpses of fine horses. . . . Then to a gorgeous Hallowe’en party given to us by the Juniors, where milking maids, fortune tellers and angels in Dr. Denton’s mingled happily. An entertaining evening while Miss Hess conjured up whole scenes before oui eyes on the bare platform of the dining room with her lifelike monologues. . . . And again Peanut Week, with its myriads of bells, wreaths and tidbits to eat, followed by an entrancing play (what lighting effects, they gave us the creeps!) after an equally scrumptious banquet. Then into the night a-carolling we go to Mr. llendery’s cheery house and elsewhere in the neighborhood . . . and then ... reluctantly ... to bed ... and speedily HOM ft. As winter lingered on, a touch of spring was brought to us through some beautiful colored slides showing Wild Flowers of the West. . . . Then one momentous day Mrs. Bush-Brown stepped forward and in a hushed silence announced the award to the School dairy herd of a modal for the highest production of butterfat in the state of Pennsylvania. What enthusiasm and clapping from the farm group!! Juba . . . Juba . . . the rhythm of it we shall never forget, nor the rich voices of the Hampton Quartet resounding through the dining hall. In March the Xew York and Philadelphia Flower Shows engrossed ns as never before, for now we knew things and could look with a professional (ahem ... at least . . . critical) eye upon the exhibits. The amateur night, after several postponements, set the dining room ringing with hilarity; and oh, those advertisements ! Warm days of spring, with dancing daffodils and blue phlox in the woodland . . . delicate cherry blossoms waving against azure skies and fleecy clouds . . . the heavy scent of the wisteria drifting into the halls . . . such are our memories of a season all too full of activities, of Monday jobs, of theses to write, of preparations for May Day .. . and what a success it was! There was Penelope Smith making the fairest May Queen, with fat little Tweedledum and Tweedledee adding to the gaiety of the occasion and the Dormouse and the Mad Hatter joining in to make the jolliest May Day yet. Now we find ourselves looking hopefully to tin future: first to the immediate threat of finals . . . then Commencement . . . and away into tin unknown. . . . 26

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A KEY TO Favorite Expression Where Found Pastime What If Me and Mali I lonev .Out on a date . .Being hungry . She got the point Right off the reel .On the rocks . .Placing the aecor- dion . Her ship came in Good night! .In her fernerv. .. . . .Editing .She weren’t a jack-of- all-t rades Oh, Murder . .Travel-ing . .Listening to radio programs . She had a permanent Ye gleeps ..In the doghouse... . .Photography • She came to breakfast Wait for me, IVrkv . . In the barn . .Plaving classical records .She wore ruffles Oil good . .Greenhouse . .“ Cut ting” up . She were a tomhov Who, me? I’m not mad.. .On the open road... .Riding ...............The speed limit were 15 m.p.h. Ooh-la-la.................Library.............Philosophizing .....She got thereon time Isn’t that wonderful ?.... At home Visiting farms......She stayed here week- ends What are we doing?......in her coupe........Housewifing........She lost that hat fasten,you...............In the kitchen With tears in my voice.. .In a mood Pounding the typewriter .............She didn’t bring her brother to dances Talking.............She ran out of subject matter 2$