Sanford Preparatory School - Chrysalis Yearbook (Hockessin, DE)

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History of the Class of l938 IN 1933, the present dignified, and much revered Senior Class had its beginnings in a small, round, red-haired boy, whose curly mop was the delight of the adoring women faculty, and who submitted, in a wriggling way, to being kissed goodnight by them. This was Randy Clark. The class also included a lanky, precocious female child with pigtails, who was in a lower grade, but who forged ahead to her present status. Thus was Ginny Daugherty, and all this took place in the dark ages before Sunny Hills even had an upper school. The next arrival, before the high school was formed, was Gwinnett jones, who startled the conservative peace with offensive bangs oozing down her forehead. In 1935, the comparative quiet was again broken by the arrival of the first Upper School students, who thought they owned the world, and first in this wonderful ownership was Barbara Beranger, openly scornful of everything below and above the exalted rank of a sophomore. The class was complete for that year. By the time next fall rolled around, Randy had shot up and become wary of admirers of his red hair, Ginny was as wild as everg Nettie, formerly Gwinnett, had had her first permanent, and Barbara had abandoned lipstick for classes. Then came three new arrivals: Hannah Mitch- ell, who told us all about farms and Quaker meetings, julie Stad with violin in tow, whose numberless musical family figured in every other sentence, and Dick Geiger, who never said a word. That spring came Mae Frank Pickering fFrankie, after the first dayj, from New Orleans, with that soft southern accent, and a new way of fixing her blond locks in a topknot. The members of the Class of 38, as juniors, grew and waxed strong. Hannah became famed for her birthday parties at her farm, julie for her uproarious laughter and piano jazz, Dick for his ping pong and latent ability to dance to the fastest rhythms.

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HANN AH REBECCA MITCHELL Woodside Emmy, Hockesrin, Delaware Born May 30, 1919 at Wilmington, Delaware HANNAH has the genius of being a cook, and a good one. Her chocolate cakes fwhich to the Senior Class are few and far betweenj, are truly marvels. That is the culinary side of Hannah, correct to a crumb. From another perspective, she might be found knitting sweaters of mysterious shape, which, when finished, turn out to lit or not to fit the future owners. On the hockey field, she stands stolidly between the goal posts, gripping her stick with shaking hands and trying not to be nervous as the wild, stick-brandishing team sweeps down upon her. This is only on fall afternoons. At other times during the day she is helping with the nursery school. Her spare moments are taken up with hunting pictures and quotations for her ethics notebook and raising velvety dahlias for the living room tables of Sunny Hills.

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By the fall of this year, our illustrious Class of '38 was complete with the addition of Ashton Geipel, who came during the summer, and brought with him an irrepressible good nature, and Ray Russell, that sheik from Philadelphia. Early at the commencement of this year, we elected our class officers. Ray, despite his apparent newness, became president, Dick Geiger became vice-president, and Frankie, secretary-treasurer. Their duties, beside class meetings, involved see- ing jewelers, the outcome of which was rings and pins slightly changed from last year. In our final newspaper project, Ray, the President, became besmirched with black ink from printing stencils, Dick nearly went cross-eyed from putting minute drawings on the stencils, and Frankie was almost driven completely crazy from cutting the printed sheets to the proper size. But in spite of these difficulties, they still remained good class officers. Once the whole class was together, there was no stopping them in anything. In football, Ashton was a belligerent linesman, Ray and Randy speedy ends, and Dick Geiger one of the star backfielders. Ginny absolutely cowered the opposing hockey team, as center, and later as halfback, Nettie and Barbara shot goals from left inner and outer wings, respectively. julie was also a halfback, but had the misfortune to break her hand early in the season. Her queer contraption to keep it in place while it was healing, made her the class joke. She had the kind of break typical of prizefighters, and women who hit their husbands. Hannah, clad in white shin-guards, filled the goal very effectively, and Frankie was a fierce sub- stitute at halfback. The class went at Core Period so enthusiastically, it could be heard for miles around. They made more noise in their miniature Constitutional Convention than those in the actual one, almost two hundred years ago, could possibly have made. Then there was the trip to Washington, where the boys fooled around' with water, either soaking their feet in it or waking each other up with it, and the girls talked in their sleep, and out of it, too, and kicked each other out of bed. The whole class had themselves finger-printed at the Federal Bureau of Investigation, except Nettie and Ginny, who thought they might want to do something drastic in the future. The whole class became so absorbed in watching the aquarium, that the authorities had to turn the light off to get it out. There was the drive south when no one could accommodate the enitre group, and we foresaw a night in the cars. At our final destination, Culpepper, Mother gave the girls printed bandannas to wear on their heads, and the boys jews' harps. The boys refused to be seen with a bunch of immigrantsf' and kept pulling the bandannas off, while the girls listened patiently to the inexpert, but loud playing of the harps. With our last year drawing to a close, we have much to look back on, humor- ous and otherwise. We would like to tell here, of our appreciation for the three post-graduates who contributed to our funny and serious moments both: Alice D. Simmons and Bill Stewart, who were part of last year's Senior Class, and Billy Aydelott, who came to us from way down South in New Orleans.