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

Text from Pages 1 - 25 of the 1943 volume:

DEDICATION ’ e,the class of 1943,wish to dedicate this book, to all those who have helped us and ore-pared us for the work ahead.We thank them for the time and energy they have out into teaching us,and only hooe that we may orove worthy of their efforts. cd RUTH ASELIN Aseline... what, would we have done without Ruth to tease? She took it beautifully and was still our friend.Have noticed that controlled look of hers occasionally? Ask her about Scarlet O'hara...She also surests green alligator shoes for work.They are such morale builders. We nominate Asey most likely to succeed-did you notice how she outdid the school selling Diants this spring? DOROTHY A ffiRMAN That gleam in her eye is dynamite-she's a devil,with that fiendish isa� xxrixh8K grin.If there are knots tied in the garden twine,Boicourt-aceae embroidered on the bur-lao bags or dogbiscuits in the faculty dining room, there's a poker face that's hiding a multitude of sins. What the gerberas and gremlins will do to the flori greenhouse without Dutch is doubtful. She's got the will and knows the way to getfc a job done. We'11 lay our odds on Ammerman to win ? FRAFGSSCa 3Irci;he o Chesea is definitely a complex character. 3oir.eti.aes she's buried deeo ir a good Red look novelette, but we usually kno- she's around by means of our ears — ie '-ear myt' in' fro -i a lusty yell to crooning , mournful sonfs(’). She's a yool farmer, loa s of fun and even if her o,,-r mo rale is dovm she manages to keen ours on the up Lrade. FR FCSS IRC’ -' Fran ny is one of the original members or the ho ...e-roers club. Here at school -'o keen track of her by that infectious laufh — Sho has the fift of making friends with any one, fro!Q a new Junior to a lonely serviceman. Iran'y has a secret weakness for bunny boots, willows and Gardenias. Whenever possible, she has one of' th-ro around. Frances Irqwn, telephone is the endless rrfr ir -re heer at least once a d y. Remember the time she left the dininr -roor. three ti - es in one meal? PATRICIA CKA3E Pat has done a s ell Job of keeping us on the straight and narrow for two years. Loyalty and an abundance of enthusiasm are two of her many grand traits. She's a New York JitVr-£ug, but a loyal Vermont booster. Pat's weakness is a cup of coffee every ni ht at 10:00, which seems to keep her £Oinc into the wee hours. GRACR CRTkSY Grade, the gourmet, the epicure. Vhen it comes to good old water, she'll tell you whet; er its pure or putrid -- and if it be ourc, keen the oump Jumpin' --she'll drink it dry. There must be brain builders in the fountain of life, because Grace is the honor intellect of the can . The girl's a whizz with a hoe or a hammer and is chan-li on cherry picker and eater. The future is yours. Grade, and we'll bet you get that farm in Penney, dth the chickens too. ' CLARA FCS3 According to Polly, life is real, life is earnest .... and what were thos- other noises you made?.. '7e hope the Doctor Denton's last another year — they '. re so attractive.... She has a taste for mysteries and thrillers and 3ack to nature ... ’7e all knou� something about Puerto Rico now, and our good neighbors to the south. Isn't there a song called Danny Roy ? A’:'”S GROTON Goty, on too, is ons of the quietest members of the class. 3ut given half a chance,sfce is worse than the rest of us. Chickens are her love (or one o them) though, strangely enou. h, we susooct the Navy co-es first. Ve will always fc hear the cheerful chug 'inf of Bluebird and remember the great variety of arms and legs swarming, over him, ith ip'-r generally hidden sorae-wheres in the crowded mess. The whole entourage was generally headed for Howard Johnson's. Goty is our best friend! DORIS LESKIN If you hear an infectious giggle nearby, it’s 2-1 you're hearing Doris.Once she starts she never stop3.What1s more, the class,including ? � .Andrew is soon rolling in the aisles, even if they don't know v hat the joke is.Doris is also the official class Blues Singer. That throaty gurgle,swelling into a crashing crescendo, then dropping to a whisper that echoes eerily through the halls,is something that will never be forgotten,once heard. JANE KILLS I!ac is our girl with the scrapbooks- everything from recipes to poems.She can lead a mean conga line and her rhumbaJWe will miss those lessons and the flair with the paintbrush,when she heads back for the Isle of Pines. The Air Corps has some good men-Keep 'em flying, ITac. MARY PEARSALL Lolly — She may be culet, 'out she's no mouse! That subtle sense of humor is oven more priceless when Lolly stumps wg noisy Jokers with a kindly crack. She has strode easily through two years of fun and hard work unconcious of our envy of her calm and endless reserve of •. She made a rc Lay Queen and is generally found atop Honey or Nell. EDNA PENNELL Gertie or Edna .. is another charter member of the home-,yoers club, le didn't hear much about those week-erids — could we have mis ed somethin 0 She is a pretty pert pansy grower, too, — witness that harvest. It se-ms to be definite that she will raise vegetables in Rhode Island this summer with plenty of soldiers not far away. 'Ye'll be seeing you, Edna! JOYCE SA' GREE An all around swell is Joyce, although a little amazing at times. If you see someone wandering around in the middle of summer, with a coat or., it’s Joyce. If you see someone plou. hinr around in a blizzard in her shirt sleeves, it -ill surely turn out to be — Guess who. She walks in the rain and oversleeps a little now and then, but she's really cuite safe. A little happy-go-lucky and a lit+le bit on the deep thinking side, too, Jerce is a girl we'll always remember. PCL.LY SCOTT Down to earth is Polly, and we can usually spy a large smear of xit across her face hen we come in from the orchard or vegetable gardens. In the stable, sewing watches on her blue jeans, laying; her accordian, or eating, Scotty knows what she is doing. Then you see that dreamy look come into her eyes she is probably thinking of: 1. The Sears Roebuck Catalogue 2. That little blood bay thoro-bred mare she's going to have some day. i t JANS SUEDLEY Smed — the lady in red who vanishes regularly every weekend. Hand's off that chocolate cake — except when she isn't looking. ’.Yhen They Begin The Beguine Smed is in a dream. Six foot two and is thee interested? Take care Sammy doesn't rur away with you some one of these days, honey. METHYL TURNER Turnie is‘our girl from down Maine way . One glance at her landscape plans will convince you that she was bora with a pen in one hand and a drawing board clutched tightly in the other. One of her much envied attributes is neatness. 'Ve strongly suspect that she gets up in the middle of the night to make her bed. All kidding aside tho', she's on our ballot as the Swingaroo Kid . BC YOU RELEIiBER i . . . .Or v ill you ever forget that first agonising evening at the party the seniors rave us??oor little greenhorns that we were,we climbed through strings,balanced potatos and pushed peanuts around as if our'vr very lives depended on it.Chesca was the only individual among us.She amused herself that night by throwing a knife at her door,until some choice remarks from Jane Rosenthal put a halt to the clatter. For most of us the next day consisted of strange faces,getting lost and taking notes from new teachers about things that no one could make head or tail of. .....when the horses came at the ghastly hour of 2 o'clock in the morning?The poor things must have been a little bewildered to see a great host of strange people prancing around in pajamas and other assorted night clothes. The next day there was hardly a minute when'the stable was empty. .........the vegetable classes after supper? There was one in particular that lasted a little too far into the dusk.Andy had euite us hoeing corn in the pitch dark. He certainly got a fine crop of grass on those 3 rows,didn’t he? ....the Hobo Party we had? The'signs leading us to the fire place •were choice: Rest weary feet here. Sit lightly.Hobo Haven and so on. '(here were rolls and pickles and things,all done up neatly in those ¥ed hankies.The smoke got'in our eyes,and the hamburger quickly disappeared down our throats.There was even hamburger left over,or |ould'have been if Holly hadn’t been there. Those were the days’. ....The trip to the Harrisburg show,in the chartered bus? So many‘people there,and yet you were always bumping into someone you knew. Remember how G-oty and Chesca,proud in their new-found knowledge, told a man that the chicks he was selling had Cocklorosis ? They discovered later why he had looked so puzzled.lt was Coccidlosis. And the ride back-everyone singing songs,with the front half of the bus either 3 bars ahead of those in the back,or singing an entirely different song.There was not only a medley of songs,but of arms and legs,too.£ ’-Ve finally got untangled, but some of us are still wondering why we didn't come away with someone elses leg where our own should'be. ...what about Countess,with the handsome finish on her body,the well-preserved fenders,si lent hern motor,blaring horn and smoothly working windshield wiper?As often as not you could find Tempermental Tillie ambling along behind under vigorous protest.Tillie is still in fint condition(see Hr.Andrew for full details) but it seems as if Countess has one wheel In the grave and the other three on ice. le breathe a silent prayer that she be preserved,so that other flori and ag'studnets may know her many charms ....Kay Days one and two? Last year it was Robin Hood.The hero spent his time ditching a'sword and Friar Tuck spent most his time worrying about his pillow. This year it was square dances,polkas and the maypole dance-all of which were executed admirably,though’ with much puffing and blowing.Holly looked every inch a queen,too. ....Li33 Barber's evening snacks? Never did the school bell sound so sweet as when it announced those welcome tid-bits,ice cream, popslcles’or watermelon-they were all very welcome. ....Peanut � eek? Half the school sneaked around trying to avoid the other half- ho were doing exactly the same thing.Then came the % Christmas banquet-sinking by candlelight,best bi ana tucker and last but definitely not least,all :he wonderful goodies on out? •plates. ....Saturday afternoon retakes? Yes,Dr.Patrick,I II be down. Grr—rr—rr. ....All the mysterious illnesses that occured this yearT First you saw them,then you didn t.It might have been anythin from hydrophobia to Stoallprx,butfc it turned out it was nothing but spots before the eyes. .... the time we were pruning and Chesea got stuck in the tree? Mr. Andrew had to- rescue her,while the rest of us looked callously on,laughing and clinging weakly to our trees. .... the time,when Goty,.just an untaught Junior, carefully dug up Mrs.Bush-Brown1s prize experimental plot of Korean Lespedeza?Not a single blade was left. ....when the mares foaled and how we kept hopeful watch every night-each person hoping against hope that she would be there for the big event?What a bunch of bleary-eyed droops wex were—it looked as if every step mlgho be our last There are probably many other things you will remember too, Dr,.Patrick Dramatic Club suppers,the school bus,that wonderful feeling as you finished your very last exam and many others.This little bit of edltorlalism is a hodge-podge of thoughts set down as they come.You know what memories are like,so pardon the confusion (and the typing). I just hope that when you bring this out of your attic xx£ at some future date,to glance over,that it will help bring back afresh,what a good time we had at the old S.of H. Here s Luck- P.Scott 9 r