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

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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.

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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 .

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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.