Rowland Hall Saint Mark's - Hallmark / Lantern Yearbook (Salt Lake City, UT)

Text from Pages 1 - 16 of the 1939 volume:

TIME LAr TTIRP Rowland I lull, Sail Lake C ily, Utah Volume 9, Number 3 JUNE, 1939 Subscription Price, $1.00 Yearly CLASS HISTORY I he senior class of ihirly-nine be an twelve years when Joan, now ' known as Jo. ’ skipped into school with her red bobbing curls. She remained two years as the lone member of the class until third grade lound a skinny companion for her, known as Maybelle. We went on our merrv way in the lower school playing dolls, hopscotch, and all the olher silly |Kistimes peculiar to our gangling age. On entering eighth grade we were overw helmed 10 lind ourselves surrounded by twelve boisterous members. Among these w ' ere Betty, 13enise, and Jackie Irom the Wasatch, wJio could really sling a baseball bat. (They took gym in those days!) 1 hen there was that tvNosome, petite hdna bcie and straight-haired Kirt. b ranees, the only girl who (an build a fire without matches, burst into our midst singing the |)raises ol scouting. And here’s live bells lor our student body president. lYn, our all around girl who has carried ofl athletic prizes lor our class. Libby came (juietly and innocently into our j)ortals. Nan brought along her string ol diets and Jean lent sophistication to our naive class, or were we naive 1 he much dreaded week in breshman year came upon us and attired in black stockings (one inch thick) and with straight hair that was Iree ol ( ' uric ' rs lor the week, w ' c i)aid homage to Ye Mighty Seniors. 1 hat vear Margo brought the latest slang WT)icls Irom Ogden, and June, resembling a Iragile china doll, joined us and was looked after hy us girls with a maternal instinct. Soj)l lomore year and we all considered ourselves grown up (.s(M7ie ol us were even sixteen). Kirt de- cided her career w as to be the mother of twenty boys. Ildna bae was the envy ol the school with her shiny new ' car. Joan went off men, and Betty and Nancy on. and in general the year w ' as a successfid one. 1 lowever, we were no paragons of virtue, in lact deviltry was our special line. Remember the time we took tlie door knobs oil, girls. Still there was one serious member in our class. Lngelmann, our Magna girl w ho carried five subjects triumj)hantly 11 complainingly. Ratsy, 1 he Born Lady. ’ ((juotation hy Madcime Joly) bc ' came one ol us in the Junior year. Soon she lost her sedateness alter we taught her our boisterous w ' ays. At long last there was a string of cars wait- ing out in Iront lor our more glamorous members. LANTliRN STAH Anne Kirti.ey Hdilor-in-C ' luel Man(’i:k T(k mbi:s ------ Asst Edilor Jean McClanaiian . - - - Basiness Manam r fiETSY Bamberoek - - - Ass I Btisinvss hlaiiagar t ETTY AN CoTT (wrwml Rcportor Iac uei.in Lee ------ General Reporter Louise WRINGER Exchange Edilor Nancy I elts Alumnae Editor Katharine W ' ric ' .mt Sports Editor Mar( ' ,ari:t 1 )otiiby - - . Sophotnore Reporter Mary Barbara Lendi.eton - . - hreshman Reporter Ticker Overeiei.d - - _ i Stall l holograplier IYggy Pearsaei. - - - Ass t Stall Photographer b:i )ITORIAL bare we 1 1! WJiat a definitely I inal word lhal is. It is a word that soon we Seniors will be saying to ’ou. dear Rowland Hall. I hose ol us w ho have been here a long limc ' and those ol us who have been here only a short while will miss so many things, things that will never happen again. So many everyday occurrences in our school routine become doubly dear wlien we realize that we are doing them lor the last time. As we look back upon the year that we entered Rowland Hall, it seemed then that Commencement was a very, very long w ' hile ofl. Yet those live years have passed so swiltly that now ' we lind ourselves graduating. Mc st ol us will go away to school and gradually we will drilt apart, but always sve will remember our glorious days together at Row land I lall. Let me take this opportunity to thank again the Lantern Stall and Miss Jones lor their line c( 3 op- eration in making the Lantern what it is. — Edilor. 1 he w ho le spring was si)ent in planning our dates lor the big event, the Junior Prom. At last we were Seniors. Now ' it was our turn to be em ied. We w ' ere graduating! 1 here was a slight toning down ol our notorious w ' ays but our shouts still echoed through the halls and we still racked our brains lor gym excuses. What with the bhanksgiving dinner our Senior play and our round ol larewell parties, this has been our busiest year and take it Irom ‘weuns” who know , it’s well wortli the waiting lor. -- Edna Eiic, loon, Mayhcdle, 30. Pago Tiro The LANTERN THE CLASS OF ' 59 DKNISE EIJZABETH BINTZ ' Denny hv young, the blest, the gay. 7 he fared, the loving — they who dream So happily, so hopefully.” — Caroline Southey. A.A.. ' 35 . ' 36 . ' 37 . ' 38 . ' 39 ; Choir. ' 35 . ' 36 . ' 37 . ' 38 . ' 39 . PATRICIA ANNE Q ARKE Pat “Where thoughts serenely street express I loir pure, hoir dear their dwelling place. ” — Byron. Secretary and Treasurer of Altar Guild. 39 ; Class Treasurer. ' 38 ; President of A.A.. ' 39 : Choir. ' 38 . ' 39 . Secretary of Judiciary Comn iltce. 38 . PENELOPE CRITCHLOW Pen 77i ere iras comfort ever on your lips. And the bind look on your brow.” — Lady Dufferin. Presirlenl of Student Body, ' 39 ; Class Sec- retary. ' 35 ; Class President. 36 ; Choir. 35 . ' 36 . ' 37 . ' 38 . ' 39 ; A.A.. ' 35 . 36 . ' 37 . 38 . 36 ; Chairman of Judiciary Committee. ' 38 . JEANNE BURTON ENGEI.MANN Jeanne Comely and capable, one of our race. Posing there in your gown of grace.” — Thomas Hardy. Class President, ' 38 , ' 39 : A.A.. ' 37. ' 38 . ' 39 ; Legislative Committee. ' 38 . The LANTERN Page Three THE CLASS OF ' 39 NANCY HARRIET FELTS Nan V (Pur heauty greir from year to year. And many a splendid circle found you The center of its glittering sphere. — Thomas Peacrx ' k. C ass Secretary. 36 : Alumnae Editor of the Lantern. 38 . ' 39 ; A.A.. ‘ 35 . 36 . ‘ 37 . ‘ 38 . 39 ; Treasurer of Student Body. ‘ 38 ; Altar Guild. ' 36 . ' 37 . ‘ 38 . ‘ 39 . EDNA FAE FIRMAGF Edna Fae laughing girl . . . and yet I see her lie Under a deeper tide eternally. — Gibson. Class ire President. 37 : Class Treasurer. ' 39 ; Choir. ‘ 35 . ‘ 36 . ‘ 38 . ‘ 39 ; A.A.. ‘ 35 . ‘ 36 . ‘ 37 . ‘ 38 . ‘ 39 . ELIZAfiETM HASKELL HUTCHINSON Libby Put my heart it is brighter than all the many stars in the sky. - ' Poe Class Treasurer. ‘ 36 . 37 : Class Vice-Presi- denl 38 ; Assistant Directress of Altar Guild. ‘ 38 ; Crucifer. 39 ; Choir. ‘ 37 . ‘ 38 . 39 : A.A.. ‘ 35 . ' 36 . ‘ 37 . ‘ 38 . ‘ 39 : Altar ( •uild. ‘ 56 . ‘ 37 . ‘ 38 . ‘ 39 . BARBARA JOAN KEYSER “Jo .A perfect u’oman, nobly planned To irarn. to comfort, and command. — W ordsu ' orth. Class President. 35 : Choir. ‘ 36 . ‘ 37 , ‘ 38 . ‘ 39 : A.A.. ‘ 35 . ‘ 36 . 37 . ‘ 38 . ‘ 39 . Page Four The LANTERN THE CLASS OF ' 39 ANNE ODELL KIRTLEY “Kirt “Her mirth the world required She hathed it in smiles of glee. Arnold. Class Vice-President. ’35. ’36: Class Presi- dent. ’37: Assistant Business Manager of the Lantern. ’38: Editor-in-Chief of the Lantern. ’3 : Vice-President of Student Bodv. 38: Cheer Leader. ’35, ’36. 37: Cho ' ir. ’35. ’36. ’37. ’38 ’39: A.A.. ’35. ’36. ’37. ’38. ’39. CARY JAQUELIN I. EE Jackie ” ’ her life was like a swiftly rushing stream. Green and scarlet.” — fohn Gould Fletcher. General Reporter I.antern. 39: A. A.. 35, ’36. ’37. ’38, ’39. JEAN I.OUISE McCLANAHAN Mac” rhose frank eyes irhere deep I see An angelic gravity. ’ — Arnold Secretary and Treasurer of Altar Guild. ’38; Secretary of Student Government. ’39: ’ice-President of A. A.. ’38: A. A., ’35. ’36, 37. 38, ’39: Business Manager of Lantern. ’39: Altar Guild. ’35. ’36. ’37. ’38. ’39. MAYBELI.E AUGUSTA PORTER Maybei.i.e A modest maid, deck ' d with a hlush of honor. Whose feet do tread green paths of youth and love.” — Daniel. Class Treasurer. ’35. A. A.. ’35. ’3 ' 37. ’38. ' 39: Altar Guild. ' 37. ' 38. ' 39. The LANTERN Page Five THE CLASS OF ' 39 MARGARET LOUISE SPARGO “Marco ’’And on that cheek and o’er that brow. So soft, so calm, yet eloquent The smiles that u ' in. the tints that glow.” Byron. Class Sccrelar ' . ’ 37 . ’ 39 : A.A.. ’ 36 . ’ 37 , ’ 38 . ’ 39 : Allar Guild. ’ 39 ; Choir. ' 37 . ’ 38 . ’ 39 . JUNE SCOWCROFT SWANER “Duney” A thing of beauty is a joy forever: Its loveliness increases: it will never pass into nothingness. ” — fohn Keats. Choir. ’ 38 . ’ 39 ; A.A.. ’ 35 . ’ 36 . ’ 37 . ’ 38 . ’ 39 . ELIZABETH AN COTT ‘ B. She iras a queen of noble Nature s croirning. — Hartley Coleridge. Exchange Editor of Lantern. 37 : Assistant Editor of Lantern. ’ 38 ; Cieneral Reporter of Lantern. 39 : A. A.. 35 , 36 . 37 . 38 . 39 ; l.egl. lative Committee. 38 . RUTH FRANCES WIGGS ‘Franny’’ ”A springy motion in her gait. A rising step did indicate Of pride and joy, no common rate That flush’d her spirit.” — ' Lamb. Class Vice-President. ’ 39 : Class Secretary. ’ 38 ; Vice-President of A. A., ’ 39 : A.A.. 36 . 37 . 38 . 39 ; Directress of Altar Guild. ' 39 : Choir. ' 36 . ’ 37 . 38 . ’ 39 ; Altar Guild. ’ 36 . ’ 37 . ’ 38 . ’ 39 . Pofir Six The LANTERN PEOPLH Names make news. Nisi (juarler lliese names made this news. March 28. Spring V acalion was formally ushered in hy Ticker C)verficld. Anne Kirlley and Nancy hells. They sallied lorlh lo 1 lol l ols in a shiny, clean converlihle car. hul ihe season for converlihles was rushed. It rained. Three sopping wcl people dashed home from I lot Pots and went into seclusion lor the rest of the so-called SIPPING Vacation. April 21. The 1 reshman class in general and I ois Stewart in particular did themselves proud l)y giving a sim|)K’ super progressive dinner party for the Juniors. 1 he guests, however, did not under- stand that the Stewarts Wee hit of Sweden was merely an apjietizer so they stuffed to an overloaded condition and were harely able to make it to the other houses. April 22. The Eighth Grade w orthily Ixirsts into print through that too original party given at Sue Prayton s. 1 he guests were literally ordered to arrive in their younger days costumes. Ginny I lutchinson was awarded the prize for the cutest get-up as she came as an immaculately groomed lillle hoy. We think perhaps Ginny has missed her calling, in coming to R. II. Peggy cates won a prize for the most original, and that is no exaggera- tion. Miss Yeates appeared complete in diapers, hahy honnet and all. Mayhe Peggy s missed her calling too. yXpril 24. Miss Pen (alias Antelope) Gritchlow put the new ' high jumping equipment to a grueling test as she sailed gracefully over the 4 mark, l en should instruct Patsy Clarke, Joan Keyser and some ol the other less ahle antelopes who think they have cleared the W asatch Raii( e when tliey lop lh( ' 2 ' . Girls, the sandpit is lor jumping purposes only, and not as a prelude lo Black Rock. April 29. A notable dav in our little red hook. I should say a notable night, for Ticker Overlield held a slumber party that was really something. It was attended by all the Junior chiss and some Seniors. We were all treated to the opening ol Union Pacific, and then w ' e rode to the airi ort. Janet Quinney formerly ol R. 1 1. came with us to the movie. I never could understand w ' hy these things are called Slumber Parties. As usual our theme lor the next day was Gotta get some shut eye.” (We’re still trying to find out who got up at 4 a. m. and opened a can of spaghetti.) 1 lo, my, well never lorget it. Tick. April 28. Muriel Pugh had one of those things too, for the Sophomores, brorn the way they talk, it was a great success. If they got little or no sleep, they did lar better than we did. May 1. Ye olde school beauties had an eventiul hall hour of parading up and down before the eyes of the judges in the newly invented posture contest, bor weeks beforehand most of the school had been marching back and forth to the tunc of ’ Chin in, head up, ears forward, tummies in,” etc. It was a common sight to sec some of the stockier lovelies trying vainly lo balance a book on their heads while their chests rapidly receded under the strain. Our bet for the winner will be a close draw’ between lldna bae, Pobbe and Kleinc. May 2. Mr. Ploomstrand, our new ' tennis instruc- tor. received an enthusiastic and rousing welcome on the R. II. courts. Immediately after chapel the radiators and window ' s were a mass of blue and w hite figures. Margaret Poothby and Patsy Pomeroy raced for a coveted spot on the radiator. Too bad you’re so little, l alsv, ’cause you sort of lost out. w ould a woman teacher ever receive such a wel- come 1 ley. Peggy Pearsall, you pushed 1 lelen Whiling right oil the window ' sill. Who got here lirst anyway. May 13. 1 lap[;y P)irthday to Ton’s. That isn t correct English, but it’s our way of wishing Sallv Poise and Evelyn White best w ' ishes on their 16th birthday, which they celebrated by a delightful jjicnic up Pig Cottonwood, and a dance afterwards at the Old Mill. Are w ' c jealous! More power to you both, especially you. Evelyn, as. you made a latal slip and fell in the nice cool creek. Here s ho|)ing it didn t result in double pneumonia! May 30. Commencemen III Need w ' e say more. W ' e II miss you Seniors. It’s been lun knowing you and writing about you. Ncui and Kay, K). AUTOBIOGRAPHY hour years old with corn colored hair. Ciinyham dresses that were easy to tear. Life full ol fun. atid very fine hxrei)t I wished that I were nine. Nine years ohi with school a dclik ht. No alyehra my life to hliyht. Inlo eVimm ' s fairy tales I did delve But. oh! how ea{ cr to he twelve. 1 welve years old with parties and heaux. One broke my heart hut no one knows. A blue {� rey car in a shop I ve seen And so I longed to l)e sixteen. Sixteen years old with my car a treasure brrmi city to city I drove with pleasure. But always at home hy twelve I ve heen i nd that s why I yearned to reach eighteen, b.ighteen years old I ve reached at last I m now old enough to have had a past. But Dad calls me hahy and spoils my fun. Gee. 1 II he glad when I turn twenty-one. — Edna Toe binnaga, ’ 59 . The LANTERN Svrvfi SPORTS COLUMN Sad bill true, ibis year’s Senior class is carrying a a ' some ol ibe school’s backbone in sports ac- tivities. 1 low can we ever forget hdna Fc c as that extra super basketball player? W ' itbout her springy lorwarcl tactics the Senior team would have lost many i)oints. Fen is one ol those girls with an ability to excel at almost any sport. 1 ler skiing is simply A No. 1 and she has set the school record ol l on the high jump. I atsy Clarke, our able A. A. president this year, will soon graduate. Wc want to congratulate her on her successful year as president of our s[)orts organization and hope that next yc ar her ideas and enthusiasm wi 11 be con- linued. The A. A. elected its new ollicers lor the next year. Ix)uise Wringer was elected President and w’c hope that everyone will stand shoulder to shoulder and be In her out as much as possible. It is only the stucfents cooperation that can make the Athletic Association succeed and no one [person can lx res[)onsiblc for putting pep and enthusiasm into the school. I bis year a new ' idea has been presented through Miss Talbott. That is the idea of a posture contest. The linals were held on May 1 but the winner will not ))e announced until commencement. A shining gold cup is to be engraved w ith the w inner s name. 1 be tennis lournament has been rather slow in starling this ’ear so the matches are not very lar advanced. Wnl from the bard bitting material that we have seen banging across the court it seems that the linals will be played in a blaze of glory. It’s amazing bow ' well some of the bresbmen and So[)b- omores can carry the ball l)ack and forth across ibe net. Ginny I lutebinson. Margaret Bootbby and Bar ' an Cott are surely uj and coming tennis players and we exi)ect to see them go far in ibis tennis tournament. The final wind up of the sports ibis year will be the annual A. A. picnic. The exact [)lace for this picnic to be given has not been decided upon. This picnic is purely a sports aflair with lots ol sports represented. It is at the [)icnic that the tennis linals are j)layed off. Before lunch il there is a swimming pool bandy the girls usually take ad- vantage of it. Then comes a delightful lunch ol some sort (bat is usually a sur|)rise. We hope this picnic will be the best ever and a fine send oil lor our graduating Seniors. — ' S or s lldilor. MY SANCTLARY I .‘soiirKi rcj)ose in my secret kearl And I fled there wilh hilter tears I ' or someone had wounded me wilh a dart Tipped wilh careless jeers. — A dry B(irh(irct Pcudloloti, 12. fV f C l-.ifllll The LANTERN WIND IN MY HAIR I really liacln L known Kim lor such a lon Lime — - only three months. I remember the first time we met. It w;as in the rain. I had been caught in town with no coat and w as hurraing to get to a shelter when — ' there he V ' as. standing over me. Perhaps I shouldn t have accepted when he of fered me half his umbrella, but I noticed how the sun had bleached his light hair and tanned his lean muscular hands and I couldn t refuse. And then too. there was a cold wmd and it was chilly to be out long without a coat and so 1 let him walk home with me. The rain had not ceased when we reached m ' gate, but the sun that was sneakingly trying (o creep from behind the clouds could not compare with the sun that was in my heart. The bushes had that shining greenness which alw ays comes w ' ith the rain and the air w ' as filled with a fragrant, acrid odor that almost made me diz y, as he asked if he might see me again. It was the rain that made me so strangely light and happy. 1 he rain always made me lhat way! And the wind! Of course it was I he w ind. So you see that s how ' w e met. I hat s how we fell in love. Yes, w e w ' ere in love. We didn t know ' it at lirst. but alter w ' e met again. I suddenly realized that I was only happ ’ with him. and that w ' hen he went aw ' ay. I lelt strangeb ' downcast. I can still remember those days togetlier. I low ' could I forget those walks in tbe country, when we walked hand-in-hand down a dusty lane, never speakifig lor hours, just content to I)e near each other! I le always loved to watch the sunlight silt- ing dow ' n through the arched trees and hear the (|uiet whisper ol the wind through them. Ws, those were ha|)j)y days, days before we thought ol our marriage ' , days before w ' c thought ol any coming disaster. My lo ’( ' r was a flyer. This I act seemed so ro- mantic. .so thrilling to me. I loved the tales hc ' told !))( ' ol (he air and of how ' he sj)enl those hours up in (he blue with no companions except the clouds — ' and the wind. Then his flying became a thing to keep us a[)art. and I grew to hate the hours I spc ' iit alone, as women have sifice time began waiting — waiting lor their lovers to return. And (hen, at last, one day the blow fell. A special I light was to be made across the mountains to a strandc ' d community, far in the interior, carrying food to the stricken people, lie was to pilot the plane. I should have been proud and hap|)y that ihc ' man I loved was to do this deed of mercy, but somehow a lorel)oding fear clutched my heart when I hoard ol it. The trip was terribly dangerous. I he w ay led over snow-covered mountains and sharp, razor-like peaks. Any trouble over thorn meant death lor any flyer. But an experienced pilot could take the su|)plies through! And he was an ex- perienced flier — ' the very best. Everyone had said he was, but somehow’ the cold fear never left my heart. I went out to the airport with him and w ' atched him leave. I le kissed me goodbye and laughingly promi.sed to marry me right off w hen he returned. When he returned! If he returned! I le waved his hand to me as the motor roared and the jdane rose into the w ' ind. I he day w ' as cold and the steely clouds soon sucked the [)lane into thc ' ir midst. A few ' gray flakes ol snow’ Ix ' gan to fall. I hey fell on my u[)turned face, and they were wet and cold. The wind l)lew through my hair. — Pu Condon, II. MY I’AlJJNd STAR I was iiplionic ky the .strong wings ol despair, A late of loneliness not iinliLe hell helore me. And in the misty darfness alone with my thoughts I saw only one path fitting my anguish. I was steadily drawn cleeper hy an unknown power Tose great magnitude made me cry out in terror But it held me in its grasj) like ((uicksand ( hoking the little hope I had within me. Swiltly. dizzily I was swc|)t into the unknown, I he mournlul strain ol the I ' Jegy in my cars. I he hitter tears ol self j)ity still upon my lace I lad once heeti warm; were now Irozen in their |)la( ' e. I hen suddenly I saw right hcfo.e my eyes A sj)ark ol heaven shoot across the sky Shattering the gloom for a split second. Showing a speck of heaven I had long lorgotten. A star, like a tiny j)ehhlc Irom paradise. I ().ssed Irom an existence ol the pure and holy lo the dark long roadway ol sinners I Ringing its mission into the world. In the lilthy stench ol my misery and grief It alo ie was fresh, clean and |)ure And in that one .second I reveled in my long awaited Ireedom Like a prisoner r)cwly released to the sun. I he way grew easier as upward I rose I ' or some hand seemed to help fue along, t he dark wings ol desj air which I d worn so long i ow turned white as the light ol hope shone, I he world was translormed at last l or I .saw my way c lear and straight 1 he mist had lilted, the world was bright. 1 hat heavenly star 1 II always hless. Mary Barbara Pcncllelon, ‘12. Jin iilFmuriajn I )ii:i) Ma y, IOth. 1050 illi I lie pas.sing of Mrs, . 1 . t ' . Barnl)eryer goe.s one of llic nK)sl i)elov(?(l iiliininae ol Rowland Nall. Mrs. Batiil)erg( ' r was one of llie fir.sl pupils lo enroll in lliis W.I100I and since llial day slie lia.s been a never falling friend and deeply inlere. ' iled sharer in our .school affair.s. I he memory of her heautiful life will always he an inspiruLion lo sludenls of Rowland I lall. The LANTERN P(UU‘ iiu ' ON A IMJNl) DATE I low excilccl you arc! Your first IWii! A l)lincl (laic — ' bill N’bo cares f low many stories have ’ou read where ibe heroine meets her drue ' love as a blind date? Your heart skips a heat. Perhaps, il you look your best, the same thin w ' ill happen to you. With such inspired hope, you don your new dress over your new’ly coiffed hair (which you think is exlremely flattering? hut which does nothing at all 10 the hoys heart) and vainly parade im and down Ix ' lore the mirror. After this promenading goes on lor a w hile, you re so used to seeing yourself that in your mind s eye you have taken at least three inches 011 your hips. You put on and take off )’our formula expressions w hich are sup[)osed to he inf a llible. he only trouble is - w ' hat do you do w ' hen you ve used them all! At last he has come. You make what you hope is a dramatic entry down the stej)s, hut unfortunately some sarcastic remark comes from one of your parents and ’ou finish your descent in a thoroughly humble manner. ou are introduced to the new ' sw ' ain and ' ou turn on Smile No. 1 w ' hich should (dways he used just as you meet him. It is startlingly brilliant, showing all your gums, and he is rather taken aback. I low ' cver, you proceed gallantly, talk- ing about the w ' cather. etc., which even bores you. All this time the dillerent smiles are appearing. The hoy reacts to these in much the same way as you look at a large number of j rools, one after another, wondering how ' you could muster up such a lot of terrible exj rcssions. Al last you arrive at the dance. I le takes your wrap and you hc ' gin to formulate the rest of your cam|)aign. Ah — ) ' ou have it! Talk to him about himself. (You have heard that all men are egotists.) With the interested, slightly curious smile No. 4a, you ask him sweetly w hat he is going to he. what sport he likes best and everything else about him.sell. I he poor hoy thinks you ve probably got a yen lor sleuthing .so he humours you. You arc terrifically bored hi cause you d much rather talk about yourself. I)ut alter all, il this is how ' the other girls get the hoys, you guess you can do it too. I ime goes on. ou have completely exhausted your luncl ol conversation and are now again hack al the weather. ou have not said a witty thing all evening. (Of course, afterwards you think of the most subtle, charming things to say). The sen- tence “Shall w ' e have some punch ’ is getting a little monotonous. P)) ' this time you leel practical!} ' w ' aterlogged. our leet hurt and your hair is coming down. The smiles hnve all become merged into one set .smirk which answers the |)urpose lor every- thing. Mona Lisa couldn t have done worse. At last comes the end. ou say, A lovel} ' party — simply grand’’ to your hostess and your partner double talks in an amazing w ' ay. Tie takes you home -- you in one corner — he in another, and you are still talking about the w ' eather. Me escorts you to the door and }’ou thank each other sw ' eetly -- you frightfully profuse and even summoning } ' our goodnight smile No. 6 -- he rather tiredly. You enter the house and say what a simply wonderful time you had and wTat a darling boy. You never see him again. — Patsy Clarke. 59. ALUMNAE COf.UMN A hit sadly I write my last Alumnae Column lor the Lantern. It has been so much fun w ' orking on tlie staff that 1 think it appropriate to w ' rite about the five last Editors-in-chief of the Lantern. Marie Pximherger, 55. after spending tw ' o years at Stanford and a } ' ear at assar, traveled exten- sively for a year in Europe. Marie returned home last March, and is now ' at her home in Cottonwood. l)arhara liintz. 56, is a Junior at Stanford and a member ol the l i P)eta Phi Sorority. Marijane Pelts,. ’57. attended Northwestern Uni- versity last year and is going to the University ol Utah this year. .Jac(fuelynne Kittle. ’58. has spent her first year ol coljege life at Bradford. She has l een leading a gay lile going to New York and Boston for her week- ends and holidays. Anne Kirtley, w ' ho deserves a great deal ol crc ' dit lor her faithful work as hMitor-in-chief tliis year, will remain at home for her first } ' ear ol college and attend the University ol Utah. — Aliinniae Ldilor. EXCl lANGE COLUMN Mter spending several delightful hours reading magazines sent to us by a lew ' of our sister schools, your exchan ge editor wishes to compliment certain j;aj)ers on articles ol special interest to her. In looking at “The Abbot Courant.” Irom tfu ' Abbot Academy, I found that they had made a .school calendar with all school events tabulated in a verv concise and interesting form. The Kent LI ace School reports in their paper. Cargoes, an unusual number of theatrical produc- tions. In looking through 1 he Stephens Standard,’’ I line! that among the students there are some very capable writers and many ver} ' attractive girls. The Lantern Staff hopes to add more papers to its exchange list next year and also to continue exchanges wi th the ones of this year. — Exchange Editor. P(i(jt‘ I vn The LANTERN CLASS PROPHECY OF 39 1 lere lies Denise Elizabeth 13intz, who lived a use! Lil but du ll life. She slaved for thirty lon years on an elementary l tin physics course in rhyme. She finally shot herself to death when her master- iece was turned down by the publishers. Alter er tragic demise a monument was erected ’ to the memory of one who died that physics might live.” 1 lere is an excerpt- from her suicide note: To be, or not to he. that is the question; whether tis nobler in the mind, etc.’ 1 lere lies Patricia Ann Clarke, who died ol over- work and w ' orry while holding the olfice ol President ol the Society for Extinction of the Male Sex. Her utter contempt for the other hall ol humanity was not made manifest until the late Presidents lirst husband eloped with a snake charmer of Ringling P ros. Circus. I ler second tw ' o husbands died pre- maturely and. although it w as impossible to discover the cause, it was rumored that the late President was merely putting into practice one ol her pet theories. I lere lies Penelope Critchlow ' , who led a stellar lile among the bright lights ol the entertainment w orld. She niarried a I el low ' member ol her troupe and together they took the country by storm w ' ith their (amous impersonation of Anne ol Green Gables.” Pen s husband w as one of the Gables and he turned Green w ' ith envy when he heard the applause Pen got. She was mobbed and suffocated alter a triumphant perlormance at the Roxy. I lere lies Jeanne Burton Engelmann. wJio became a second Florence Nightingale, spurred on by her desire not only to alleviate the suffering ol mankind throughout the world, hut also to hold the hands ol all men patients who were turned over to her care. In her farewell address to the other nurses she said, “How can my tender heart hear to leave this wide field for easing the burdens of others to care only for the hag of bones wTo is my future husband. I do not know. All I can say is. I seen my duty and I done it. 1 hank you. I lere lies Nancy 1 larriet Felts, who wrote Con- fession of a Fascist Spy” while pursuing her daring career in a Mormon Sunday School. I ler thrilling life w ' as cut short when she accidentally tripped on the Ward rug and suffered a broken neck. Un- fortunately she never regained consciousness alter her tragic fall and therelore her dying words were slightly disconnected. Enemy position . . . blue lormal, with secjuins . . . mm . . . tomato juice. 1 lere lies Edna I ' ae hirmage, who died a natural death at a ripe old age. She was an old maid because he never could make up her mind w ' hich one to accept. It isn t that I don t like Marvin, I just like Bud better. I’ve almost forgotten about Sonny. 1 le s coming out this summer and HI see if I still like h im. Don’t even mention Kay. He w ' ent skiing again this w eek-end.” I lere lies Elizabeth Haskell 1 lutchinson. w lio was known as VJolet Tree to hahituees ol Wend- over’s famous Desert Edge Club. Her hot blues singing was the main attraction of the night lile in town. She married the proprietor of the night club because he relused to pay her hack salary. She was arrested one night in a raid and lell in love w ' i th the police chief wTom she married immediately alter her divorce. She developed pneumonia posing lor [:)ictures for the Police Gazette” and died. I lere lies Barbara .loan Keyser. w ' ho su llered a nervous breakdown while trying to instigate a rev- olution in Chile. On her return to the U. S. her ellorts were lauded by an adoring public and she w ' as lorced to seek a retreat Irom their demonstra- tions. She met a tragic death wJiile executing a daring snow plow turn at I lot Pots. The Snyders ha ' e named their new angora cat Keyser, in her honor. I lere lies Anne Odell Kirtley. wJio s[)ent her declining years in a sanitarium (or mental disorders, due to a very pronounced Irustration com[)lex. 1 ler first scrawny daughter died of Light when her doting mother attempted lo teach the child to play loothall. 1 he second little girl w ' as allergic to tweeds and w ' ent raving mad when her mother gave her a pair ol tweed slacks for her second birthday. I lere lies Cary Jaquelin jco, wJio became a great woman explorer. She discovered many rare animals, among the rarest ol w hich w ' as a Polynesian tribal chieftain, whom she later married. She crashed to her death wJien she tried to load a wJiite elephant in her baby autogiro in the dead ol night. v bile eating an ice cream cone. The w hite elephant and Jackie were cremat( ' d and buried on the hank ol the Congo. I lere lies Jean Louise McClanahan. whose lile unlortunately was fraught w ' ith marital difficulties. I ler only [deasures in lile consisted in driving l Sallc entries in the lndiana[)olis Speed I landicap, singing operatic duets with Betty Van Cott at Carnegie I lall, and writing poetry denouncing the existence ol love. I ler last w ' ords were spoken as advice to the younger generation ol women. They were. Don t marry a Danish immigrant.” I lere lies Mayhelle Augusta Porter, alias T rigger Mabel, alias Slippery Sue, who w ' as shot in a gun battle between Blackie the Stooge and Two hinger Pete. Mayhelle was Blackie’s moll and Pete tried to cut in. A fierce and bloody battle ensued in which Pete accidentally shot the cause of all the trouble. As Mayhelle w ' as drawing her last breath she .said. If only you l)oys had consulted me about this dilliculty I d have gladly told you Lotli llial I m crazy about Willie the Wop.” The LANTERN Page nicrvn Mere lies Mar cirol Louise Spargo w ho struggled loFig and hard to attain the position ol kindergarten teacher at the Twellth School. Being unable to ecjual, much less better, the I.Q. of her more ad- vanced prospective |)upils, she finally decided to devote her lile to religious pursuits. She became lirst assistant to Annie Simple McPherson and drowned in the Pacilic Ocean w ' hile olficiating at a baptism. I lere lies June Scoweroft Svvaner who invented a sign language lor universal use, which does aw ay with all necessity (or learning (oreign languages. She said w ' hen |)resenting a copy of her book to the long suffering members of the French class at R. Ik. the scene ol many of her earlier struggles, 1 wish to aid struggling students the w orld over and il my ow n sad experiences can in any w ay aid the youth ol today, I am ghid to sacrilice my time and sympathy in pursuing this praisew orthy objec- tive. ’ I ler( ' lies Flizal)cth V an Cott, w ' ho died at the age ol 90, alter retaining the Worlds Boxing Championship for 41 years. She killed her second husba[)d. I )r. helix Peanutbrain, with a meat grinder during a discussion ol the subordination ol the w ' ife in the home. She w ' as electrocuted lor this mis- demeanor. and her last w ' ords, as she strangled three of the prison guards, were, “I regret that I must die in the prime of lile; I was counting on a return fiiatch with my third husband. I lere lies Ruth I ' rances Wiggs, who w ' as a good Scout leader until she went berserk and married an Indian j)rince to try to make him do his good turn daily. She loved him dearly and they w ere very happy until he was recalled home. She insisted on a(’com[)anying him in order to convert the Gandhi dancers to good scout ways. But w ' hen she got to India and saw the rest ol her princes harem she |)assed (juietly away, saying her scout jdedge. — Belly Vein Colt, 59. WHAT DOFS IT M1:AN TO YOU? I he cnrlli meant grime aiul sweat to him. I le had no sentiment lor it s moisture. It held forlh hlacL smelly hands . I le hated its pressure beneath his leet. he same ground held opportunity for another. In it his keen eye sensed metal and oil. Money in his pockets clinked a greeting 10 the earth Irom which it had come. I he earth was making him important. Sure he was the marhie champ of the gang. I le was ojily a kid hut the dirt guided marbles. I hey obeyed it he was a worshipper. I he ground was beautiful to another. 11 meant stalks ol corn and wheat. II was a home lor hf-iplid insects Fating weeds that burrowed dee]) in its richness. Margaret Booth by, 41. LAST WdLL AND TESTAMFNT Upon entering tbe room 1 stumbled over a mass ol w ' eeping and w ' ailing seniors of tbe Class ol ’59. Irritably picking myself up from tbe floor I de- manded. Wby all this w ' ailing w ' all effect?’’ As usual it W ' as left to Kirt to explain tbe trouble. Ilacb senior bas to give away ber most precious possession, sbe sobbed, and 1 bave to leave my size eights to Kleine with room for rent. Glancing to my left I saw’ another long, blonde female going com[)leteK ' to pieces. ■‘Oh. I can t, 1 just can t decide; it’s either Rollo or the physics book. My physics book bas all the answers in it, but so bas Rollo. Ob, 1 can t decide ... I guess I II bave to leave tbe physics to Bar because I m sure sbe won’t w ' ant Rollo.” Even jean bad lost ber usual calm as she slowdy signed aw ' ay ber abvays |)resent sophistication to Nancee Toombs w ' bo might easily lind use for it. l Ym w ’i lied her sun glasses to Kay to protect cherished e ' elashes now that she has lost most of them in an unfortunate oven accident. Edna Fcie after a long survey of hersell in the mirror broke into deep sobs, “And just think if I hadn t had to give my figure to Mary Barbara no one w ' ould have diiicovered my bow ' legs. Oh, dear! ” Jackie s flying interest was made to suffer wdien she had to bestow on Rats ’ Pomeroy, an up and coming eighth grader, her Hying wings — it seems both l atsy and Jackie arc a little flighty lately. Suddenly all these mull led cries were interrupted by a very shrill yodeling and sure enough over in the corner sat Denise singing lor the last time. O-la-lo-oti! She has now bequeathed this tunc to Jean Warren in hoix ' s it w ' ill give an added tou(Ji to her vocal career. Pelts shilts her diet troubles to I lelen Whiting — as it s such a burden. Margo (alter years ol practice) lends her dram- atic ability to Ginnie, w ho s still pulling the curtain. Libby leaves her bus service to Peggy Pearsall and also her motto, Just pile em in. ” Maybelle gives her abilit) ' in French to Peggy 5 cates w ' bo s just at that bon jour” stage. Prances is parting with ber choir vestments and leaves them to Ik ' tty Gregor)’, w’ bo is making great strides as a substitute. Joan leaves ber attractive shyness to Betty Sebramn. •• I )uney beejueaths ber hysterical giggle and tan- trums to Mary Whittier. Patsy rewards tbe Presbmen w’j tb ber younger brother w ' bo now’ tops Engelmann, tbe senior Pres., soaking ber tears up w itb a sponge can t decide wJiether to leave her bi-weekly visits w ith Miss Messenger to Kay Wright, tbe luture senior Pres., or to leave ber trucking ability to Barbara Brew ster. — Louise Winger, 40. Tu ' vlvv The LANTERN TMli TRAGEDY OF SANS SOUCI ll was during the time of the French rule over I laiti v hen Maninene and Jonanam were the slaves of M. Acquin. M. Acquin was the owner of a lar e coffee plantation in Haiti. Man inene and Jonanam liv ed in a small hut with their five- year-old son, Barakin. During the long day Barakin played in the forest ' o( tall palms. But while he played, his parents were working in the coffee fields. One night as they -were sitting by their hut listening to the voodoo drums they heard a shot ring out in the dark night. Then someone ran across the fields and coming up to them said. ou are free. We have killed your master and we will kill all the Frenchmen in I laiti until we are our ow n masters.” Barakin didn t know wJiat it meant so he sat still, w aiting lor his parents to speak. Maninene was the first to speak. In deep tones he muttered, 1 don’ know what se mean. Is w ' c free? I le said so hut 1 can t believe it. Free, after all dese years slaving away in dat ol man s fields. Then jonanam spoke. “Barakin, we’se free! Your [)appy an’ you an’ me is free! Think oh dat! hree to lie around ' all de da ' an’ neber have to work agin. ” That didn t mean much to Ixirakin hut to his parents it meant eternal rest. Nine months later a big black man came running through the clearing and up to the hut. “Is there Maninene, an his wile, an his chil here. he demanded in a loud voice. Maninene went up to him and said. Why lor do you want to know. “Because I lis Majesty, the llmperor, wants lo sec you. “Why for does h( ' want to see us and who is 1 lis Majesty, the Fmperor. ' “I laven t you heard the new s. All the brench- men are gone and we have made Christo[jhe our ruler. Now come with me and see 1 lis Majesty. So that was how they came to go to the half fin- ished palace. Sans Souci. When they saw it they were frightened by its magnificence, l ' d into a large room filled with ex-slaves in long gowns and stiff collars, they saw at the end of the room on a superb throne, Christophe. He w ' as dressed in all the pomp and glory of all the ages. “Who arc these slaves w ' ho dare enter the court of Christophe? ” he demanded. The slave that had taken them there answered, “This is Maninene, his wife, an’ his son.’ “Ah yes,” said the great Christophe. “I sent lor you to confer on you the title ol the Duke dc Marmelade, the Duchess de Marmelade, and Lord Marmelade. Now ' follow Tojo here and he will give you each some new clothes. ’ But, Y our Majesty, why are ' ou gi ing these names to us? ” Because you worked so hard for ' our late master. Now ' follow ' Tojo. ” For three days they lived like kings in Sans Souci, living on the best of food and sleeping on beds as soft as down. But on the third day as they w ere entering the court they saw ' that Christo|)he wasn’t there. They hurried to the Count of lemonade, w ' ho had become one of their closest friends in the short time they had been there, and asked, “Where am our ruler. Christo[)he. ” 1 le is in the church praying for a [)riest he done killed. I le’ll he here soon. ” just at that moment a cry rang through the palace. De king!’ yelled someone as they all ran into the church. The king, it seems, had had a heart attack from fear and it lelt his legs paralyzed. De king can t move his legs,” cried Lemonade. “Oh. me! We II have to go back to our little hut. groaned Maninene. A lew days later as Maninene and jonanam w ' ere nutting Barakin in bed they heard a large crowd outside the palace. A knock came at the door aiid Lemonade hurried lo them saying. “The people have all heard about I lis Majesty and they have all come to see him. They will probably kill him because they think he is bewitched and we had better get out while we can. By this time the great doors in the hall had lallen and in the middle ol all the noise they heard a shot. De king has done killed hissell, cried someone. Ihcy had to go back to their hut alter that bul alter a lew days living there again they lound that th( ' y were much happier than they had even Ix ' en at Sans Souci. II yon go to tluMr hut now F)arakin will take you high up the mountain to Christot)he’s Citadel and show you his grave. And if you a.sk him. Barakin will take you to the graves ol Nlaninene and jonanam. lar in th( ' cool, dark forest. — ' l ilsy Pomeroy, 4 ' 5. ifie I hirlvcn The LANTERN SUPAVA ' episodp: Ncxl slop-— 72ncl Street! The man in the brown fedora moves his lips in uidil)ly as he frowns at the evening paper whicli (Hiivers slightly as the wheels of the train continue their monotonous drone beneath him -- -- American Can goes up— U.S. Steel goes down. hair o[)ening nears— Whalen prepares the town. hjiro|)e’s tension grow ' s— News from war-torn Spain. I our more people die--as car collides with Iraifi. Across the aisle, ihe girl in the tight green suit chews rhythmically on her gum as the toe of her sandal-clad loot pulsates noiselessly on the floor — — Stop al Smith s lor meat. Buy soap at the store. Call up Sadie Jones- lor manicure at lour. Two long days ahead— til picnic trip on Sunday. Bay check gone already house rent due on Monday. 1 w ' o seats down, a man slumps dejectedly in his seat. I lis arms, folded, rest on his chest and the lhr( ' adhare elbows ol his coat allow the sleeves ol his shirt to appear faintly. I lis eyes remain fixed on the floor, motionless. exce[)t when they follow the I eel ol lelhnv passengers w ho j)ass in front ol him Yesterday— th( ' day IxJore— Same as today. Walk the streets— ' U|) and dow ' n— Same old w ' ay. Got to get a job— Children ru ' ed more food. No Work— No )rk — I la Appearance too crude? ? ? Slow ly yet evenly, the wJieels ol the train decrease their FJionotonous drone until finally the drone (X‘ases com|)let(Jy. The man in the brown ledora folds his paper, sli|)s it into his coat pocket and A ' alks with striding stc ' ps toward the door ol the .sul )-w ' ay and out. I he girl in the tight green suit rises from Ikt .seal with ellortless zest and still ch( ' v ’ir)g her gum tastily she w ' alks w ' ith spirited steps through the door and on to the platform outside. I h( ' man in the coat with the threadbare sleeves sighs Ix ' avily as he drags himsell w ' earily through the (ar. I lis leet, whic ' h drag behind him, make a soft scull ling noise and not until the door ol the subway clangs shut does that scull ling sound become in- audible. Slowly, the wheels ol the train once again start lh( ' ir monotonous drone. Next stop— 9t)th Street! — Pen ( rilcliloiv, 59. I W ' Ol’IJ) MISS SO MANY T1 IINC S I would so loany things: oiir eyes, your shining hair, Mnsie (liij)|)ing Iroin a piano, ((niet inarhie. ( � reen leaves, gleaming after rain. Ihe lavender and lare ol lilacs soltly hlown, I he still delight anrl j)eace your j)resenre brings. 1 wonid miss .so many things . . — n ( ondon, 11. GOOD-BYE. SENIORS Ihe time has come again for us to bid larew ell to the Senior class. It seems such a short wTile ago that the 1957 juniors proudly took their place as 1958 Seniors. Since they have occupied that place, we have come to the conclusion that there has never been a more enjoyable or more enterprising (’lass. This last two months ol school are the hap- piest, the proudest, and the saddest of all. I Ia[)py, principally for the Seniors, because they are stepping from high school to take their place in colleges and universities, in order to complete their education, and usually to find a suitable vocation. They are looking forward to a bright future. Proudest because the Rcwvland 1 lall graduating class is something parents and teachers alike are proud of. Saddest because it is always sad to say goodbye to a group ol girls you have worked and played. w ' ilh all year, and w ' hom you have come to admire and like. Its going to be very hard to forget Libby’s charming i)ersonality. Kirt ' s lively w’it, Nancy Pelt’s poise. Prances’ pleasing smile. Patsy Clarke’s goexi s|:)ortsmanship. Dunie s infectious laugh, Maybelle s winning agreeableness. Ik ' tty A an Cott ' s incredible smartness and high averages, Joan’s striking red hair, Jeanne llngelmann s puns. lYn s w onderful ability as president ol the student body and also her inim- itable style ol trucking, Jean McClanahan s ix ' rfect posture, Pxlna Pae s petiteness. Jackie s dignity. Denise’s ycxleling, Margo’s keen sense of fun. Let’s give them a wonderful send-off. aixl w ' ish them all the luck in the world in whatever field they may choose. Let’s also add a little P.S. to have them come back and visit us as much and as ol ten as possible. Good-bye, Seniors. The LANTERN ROTISSERIE INN Italian-French Restaurant F. Capiiolo and C. Rinetti Wasatch 2743 323 South Main Buy AssocialecI IHying ‘ yV ’ GASOLINE Associated Oil Distributing Company ( ' laki ncl I amdi kolk, l rvs ' ulviU NEVADA UTAH STANDARD OPTICAL CO. Branches in Provo, Price, Ogden, Logan, and Idaho Falls GLASSES ON CREDIT 267 South Main Salt Lake City KEYSER REALTY CO. 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' o lo any of the clothing stores which you .see advertised in this section, and you arc sure to find ensemhles which will thrill the feminine vanity and also the male eyes. W hatcvcr you do and wherever you go you will want to rc( ' all the good times you have IukI. and in orfler to refresh your memory, you shoidd lake sna()shols. C arners and kodak equipment can he had at the h.aslman Kodak Co. Surely you shoidd he able to find anything you want at one of our advertisers. — Business A unuf er. N 13 Dislinclivo WorL Hyland 190 Brigham Street Pharmacy w lifrr Qtidlily Counts Corner E Street and South Temple Wasatch 956 Wasatch 957 VISIT Artbur Frank ' -vcliisiit Women s DeimrtmenI COATS AND SPORTSWEAR FOR ALL OCCASIONS 208-210 South Main UTAH FIRE CLAY CO. Building Brick Salt Lake City Preferred Because of Quality ARDEN MILK Phone Wasatch 80 I )islinclioti ( hiimrallclcd jLkff- %0 CAST SOUTH T01PU 27543 ' i:;; i ccles