Seven Hills High School - Yearbook (Cincinnati, OH)

Text from Pages 1 - 156 of the 1946 volume:

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Louise Serodino, Miss Ange R. Faran, Miss Ruth Russell Jones, Mlle. Nelly Tripet, Mrs. W. J. R. Alexander, Miss Shirley Kemper, Miss Camilla H. Park, Miss Ann Rife, Standing: Mrs. Julius Geisler, Mrs. Pierre. Juhel, Miss Martha Washington Carey, Miss Augusta B. Smith, Miss Jean Fraser Walsh, Miss Arloine Neufeld, Mrs. Harland Jones. Not in picture: Miss Jessamine Campbell. page 4 Milestone le gourd of j M5f88d MISS RUTH RUSSELL JONES President MISS PEARL COTTERAL MISS ANGE R. FARAN Vice President S ecre tary and Treasurer MRS. WILLIAM H. HESSLER FACULTY Mary L. Alexander. Jessamine Campbell Martha W. Carey. Margaret B. Geisler. . . Edith A. Hall .... Jessie F. Jones .... Ruth Russell Jones. Edith T. Juhel .... Shirley Kemper. . Alice Marting . . . Arloine Neufeld. . . Camilla H, Park. . . .,.,,,...,. .,,........... A rt . . Glee Club and Music Appreciation . . , .Head of Physical Education . , . . .First and Second Grades . . .Social Studies and English ..............Kindergarten . . Head of History Department . . .Head of English Department . . .Third and Fourth Grades ............ModernDance . . . .Head of Science Department ................,..,.....English Ann Rife ........ ....... A ssistant, Physical Education Louise Serodino ............ French Augusta Smith ............ ......,..... L atin and Spanish Lucy G. Soukup ..., ............ C horal Singing Nelly Tripet ...... Jean Walsh. . . . . . . . .Head of French Department . . Head of Mathematics Department SENIOR CLASS COUNSELOR Ruth Russell Jones page 5 Milestone IN MEMORIAM Ofmcie Olga Aawgafon And then I think of one who in her youthful beauty died, The fair, meek blossom that grew up and faded by my side. ln the cold, moist earth we laid her, where the forest east the leaf. And we wept that one so lovely should have a life so brief, Yet not unmeet it was that one. like that friend of ours So gentle and so beautiful. should perish with the flowersf' WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT page 6 Milestone On ffm .jlbrfiefft .x4!nniuer5a,rg This year marks the fortieth anniversary of C. P. S. We are proud to know that, throughout these years, during war and peace, our school has maintained its high scholastic standards, set by our founder, Miss Mary Harlan Doherty, and that the graduates have gone forth into the world as better citizens of their communities, their state, and their country We think it is perhaps signilicant that this important anniversary should occur in the first year of peace, a peace which, we hope, will last forever. We of the Senior Class realize the responsibilities we shall have in the future, and we feel certain that, thanks to our beloved C. P. S., we shall be able to make ourselves worthy of the honor placed upon us as the newest alumnae of our Alma Mater. It is with sadness that we leave C. P. S. lt is so much a part of us, the dominating inliuence of our childhood and teen- age years! Qur only pleasure, as we leave, will be in looking back upon the good old days , How many phases of our high-school life will remain with us always: the animated bunch of coats climbing slowly upstairs to the coat-room, the mad scramble in the Senior Room at two-thirty, the grinning horrors who bowed down to us during Freshman Week, our clandestine expeditions down the banisters, our artistic attempts to transform Miss Walsh's Medusa into a thing of beauty! We shall always remember Mademoiselle's Jimmy, her cats, and the exciting hockey games in sub-zero weather. Who Cincluding the neighborsj will forget the exquisite seniors sprawled on the lawn, basking in the warm rays of the March sun? And who on the Annual Board will forget the long looks and haggard countenances, as we strove to get the annual to press? Our Senior year is almost over. Soon we shall have received our diplomas lwe hopej, and shall return, as visitors, to see our dignified UD likenesses calmly regarding the halls through which we so recently passed. And during the years, as anniver- saries march on, we shall fondly and gratefully look back to C. P. S. page 7 Mz'Iestone iijage ..fAgZZiZbL6ll? 2EiL6lPCil Cameron Dill ..A..,.,..,,...,. V..,.,...... E ditor-in-Chief Marjory Koehler. . . . .Assistant Editor Ann Vail ...,. .i.. B usiness Manager Lonsdale Green. . . ..., Literary Editor Harriet Biery. . . .,,.l. Art Editor Patty Armstrong. . . . .Snap Shot Editor Debby Wilder i.., ..,. H umor Editor Anne Upson .iii .,.. S ocial Editor Zeng? .xgcfuisom MRS. JUHEL MRS. ALEXANDER MISS WALSH Literary Advisor Art Advisor Business Advisor Annan! Earl! BUSINESS SNAP SHOTS GRADE ll. Freddy Maue Judy Price 10, Dorothy Ann Wood Carolyn Marsh - 9. Carol Lockwood Sharon Payler 8. Adele Thomson Betty Hungerford 7. Penelope Herr Joan Eankhauser 6. Betsy Dill Anne Woods 5. Nancy Vinsonhaler Clover Brodhead 4. Margaret Ann White Penny Hall 3, Stephany Prank Lydia Wyman 2. Ann Schmidlapp Margaret Strauss 1. Joyce Henefelt Margot Kittredge page 8 EQQWL Q RJ. fx o xg 'O ' 355 fo fxx iigm Wg! A331 f,MQ fi Wy 0 m Og? fFfO' A 4 C7 457iiJgXi?J O QQ Milestone SO mo-QQ43 lo Q-1o.ue. .Q-evra QQJLULQQ' AMA? mu' Cd' Q1 -Lu-em.: UF-'lffv wal C1 f,0,C,,,9. ffm 15-19+ FOO fTT1Q,v-L-QJ Jbe mm Gund '-Leica A6631 Dqlgf,-, fDC3 'Lt in 3-0-QJUCU ,A gl MTWGILJ ' L-QQ -Q-urn. 'Hiro curn all C30 '-dd -I. SU K6 Gnu JLQQQL' LLP, cru.. EQ ml ' . 18 Cam' J' ,Qyeiw.y.uj?J .-Q49 g . Lac-u. C.o..u. Q.a.n,, mo oQdLamf.o.a v f fy 'Qi Q-9-9-f 0-J'l0'U-'hd Wuxi CVO 01- n LKUU' NO. MONETTE HELENE ANDRRQE d QKUQII. ,Qwe to-U3-15.00 dlcJ'n'l' arg -Shcvmofzb -QJ'cCfr'r1 Odvwmu 3:55-LQ-L0-,o'CQLjuaJQ3 -hmmm uv91o'Q lseek, 'iesgud oJ1.ou.u.ci 9zanoQd2Q4Q.mCL TQQYOW- C5-QD. 'dim ,9.1.:.n.M91CU.mon.rv.u1.LLfi 'bca Luc-nolmfiw W. Af,-AYQ1 ,AA ,4-Q65 Milestone X, PATRICIA ARMSTRONG page ll D WWW? R MW' XM xl WWW J WW N6 I, x U 9 lvlf U j, A A - 1 fv 6 Mzlevcprze X54 QNV ff JH ,U 'N , ff W Jwfbyyx Q W W ff f W' CM? fa QW X, A 1 gy' if M V WAIT! VM , M WU X , W HARRIET MARY BIERY xv g 13 UM rf! 'VV af M'Mf6 fijgmf wl- i Xu! A em Milestone 5 f S Q-La.u..L zu. in-...S - 3-D-'rs N ' - -Sl 5 -T3 .w.L..gg..bQ, H - . ' . 'Y-V-Qxlsst s.fb,,3- fxv,x'.kgS. 3-6 gig lLl3x5i1 . oi 'sffv-K' JL Jm?.'-113 f! 'ij 1-'Q-in-gg-5 ctsgg - 'H' D-N'-Sala S51-.xi-r-3-L Lg,--Q-ab. 5.15 L? 3 KL-5215- IS-I-.:-5,3 Q-in-gg' 'EIN'-'Ng-99-H-was 0- ss-S-aa. U-:Se 3-.....,.,,s cs. si-as - sk 6 MENVRSS C . sw- gw-XNG Q 'N ' .'S' w' 'SCN--xx -CAROLYN LOTHROP CARRIER G'-1 fRR- -S -R-Lang uc: f-xg,..,,,. 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S535 w ' '- 1 I ,, r . 4- Q ' , 1 - s f L S K ' J 1 -Z G,'-..lr ,, 'xA .I -1 ' x - ww C MQK . xl YV D YVt,.4.,,,,. J -- x 'lnvt -J ' '.....4x' 5 N up Qgvdx., . I K'--14 -, x X ,- xx , 'rl , V ...mv y,.,,.,NM.--Af: TQ.. .,,, X 'ir ' X I EMILY LEA GEST .. . 'Y x ' ' s' X ' ' Y ,P 1 wb - ' 'J Xtra M 5 r R X it A.-.1 - 'Nj x -Vu , T 1 X 3 page 1 7 B M ilestone B,Q.L-a.i.-n.!-x.x.y:5LD.C3'925C:cx'x.L.J-4.5c'LL- Q44d 'wwf xkmsx- :Ammo Highs awe coLus-g5uQ3'-QmQLnu,L5.vg,gDm-Id Quai mga? zgumlflo Q.o-hui Cbfgglg QAM MW M ggi E RM ww 2 sg U??sit,2.?i ag if 5 ffm 2255 Bm mmm Qf Hmmm 3555? M ' 22 MQEELQRQQ, 5? g 5-D252 Doxpmyiimi L 9-r S ' -C-CUAJJJL . ? Qw- Q.l.fdClhC5LU?CXOC1.0.URtQl.Q!.41 aww Wm i k w0'g'C0.x3dHLaX qcxifuagt-6inLOC m.w4LwVgLuoQdJbag1 39,0415 5i,l1f50 U1Ji.B.9.0.CnCi1Y5 G.LfliUl0QLLP C1U.C9l.5U.GL QDLLf2,9gQPg 1 yuan-UAW? 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Zaaff, ,YVva,kA,d A,u,3',7'Q1'vl-LOUISE ,gag MM ,610-w-6-cal' Na,fg2 L, 1440 C niacin' 9 liuwu' of j ?13'e'-EL Milestone Wifi My 2 ' ' ,awww fnf0f9'0'-Eff VZQQJJJZQLZV AW WM!! ,NQM Qifw 3 ffl? WZJ Mwwf Aj. MARY IVES 5 MQQQVM? Q7bgAAWW74,7.,z, fi WJ Qwfia, Nlzlestone f ww M Y MARJORY ANN KOEHLER page 24 Milestone Q BETTY ANN MCGARRX' page 25 f, In 'X x SWK! -Q1 fix .Q wig .-3,5 , . . Q 1- Ni: 5 ,ig mlb Milestone HJ... NXL'-XS. SLC1'Q9-15'-'-'CQ SONIA JOYCE POLLACK page 26 i estone .D - MI i-A.6,g,.DV'L1J1.Q.3.3d 631.0 Sv3LRL,.,,8+9wCs3' we. 'U 'Y' 'fgrami-,Evc., ocgnrd'-N-9'D.! LdCTL5 Y. Kp fefbkdwom ,JQSD amd 9063 Kidd. LQQJ5 1-:hn- R7-Y Www QN7' D011 ,www- of-2-ffEP ?'- 0 WTC 4 Xa' fl6C5db-3sdO'U55'-Q 1 136,09 N4n.QfDjXYQwi,l35597::o3 if-CS 3a..r-fl-cyip rwn.sU' Q5Qg4..'Yu-Q x,Q.S'Ldc5uJN - 3.0. l Mg, 3-jclswd OW' L-4113-6 page 27 345' 9 Milestone LOn.cuv.JfbnJIw.8 dJ1b0nU1J'.iYunH.?9fCDnU-Irulvznifct-SLO -4.3-.nn.n.lgJ ldrfu. Lvf'r'Lafpb Lebqz.. so-h.n.r'U nnni, ln-ru.o.n,qJV i U zr w 1.0mm-111.5 Lccuam LfLt..Ll1.,n,fJ. . ruc,, Q 'clcl - 7-in L1mJ..2.s.n.n,nl V 9J1rY1cr1.LHJn.c11ofLl-9-d-un-QD rv-h.fr1,diup.n1.dJrzd0-MJ mv'QuJu' ANN ELIZABETH VAIL 28 801.21 umm Milestone fm fbfrfw, V' LOLLO-,449u.fQ,U:QJJ.-. 'E' A-4-.0-4,4,9.+J fN'Y7O-l,kb9x I gu.4al'Ll'l'z31i4.4.2-6LA,ka1.s.oo-9.0-rxc6 .Q.D.Qj3.4Jn.n.Oi3.o-4.AJ'La,e-1-LIL: BCL!!-K4 L frvuavgtga C.x.8..u..Q.JrQQf144' 1.501111-OQJ... ctncjlni-,LA-3? WM. IiQ9.,cYwg.4v: 0.1-1,n1.,v.nfsAwxJ.JL'3f'KQ-2Cl.A YD-Cu..f.JQ'-Ao-..-6-u..V j,?,Q,-A-0-x.sz.EJL1..v.:uz,l i S I ELIZABETH DEBSRAH WILDER +9-,lu CTCC9- Q-aux.:-A Qi' d-A if OY1 'afU'L'f '!3'J'l9'WN- - ?J2,e-:JL ' ' 'Y-calm qfgxhlw-X page 29 Mz'IestOne enior Cyay Ummm President , 4 . , . .Ann Vail Vice-President . . ...... Anne Upson Secretary-Treasurer , . .,.. Mary Louise High page 30 Kg mg 355 YX5 f Q5 LQSSQS Q E .N ka x Q 1353 E255 5 S' X5 U gf F . , Xl' 5 Milestone ,ri f d Z f f ,A - g. fb r-4 if f , Q ' g .3 ' is f , or 5 T .r r ' ' . B .X ,l Q- P ' omiom Ifronl Row: Joan Geisler, Sally Vxfadsworth. Znd Row: Barbara XVilder, Ann Rixey, Sayers Hill. 3rd Row: Margaret Duhme, Sally Fry, Anne McIntyre, Mary Biddle. Judy Price Ellen Van Antwerp, Jane Mclntyre, Virginia Otterbein. Freddy Maue, Not in PIICIUTQT Karlanne Foley. President . .. Ann Rixey Secretary-Treasurer . . , . Karlanne Foley Class Counselor . . .Miss Vkfalsh page 32 Milestone .SQOIOAOWLOVQ5 Front Row: Caroline Stanley, Betty Houston, Carolyn Marsh, Nancy Foshay. Znd Row: Janna Marvin, Ellen Tangeman, Anne Durham, Kitty Beall Morris, Ann Burridge. Back Row: Toni Avery, Dorothy Ann Wood, Betty Chapman, Molly Maish, Clarinda Matthews, Elizabeth Carson. Not in Pirture: Katherine Lahusen, Jane Vinsonhaler. President . . . . . Anne Durham Vice-President ..,, , . Jane Vinsonhaler Secretary-Treasurer . , . Ellen Tangeman Class Counselor . ,... Miss Smith page 33 ilhlestone Y l l 4 , , 1 Q.. l'?.5 1111811 from Rott! Patricia Streezer. Patricia Stanley, Carol Lockwoo Po x c Haven Jones, Joyce Bennett, Charlotte Craig. Eugenia Bauer Bark Row: Roseanne Vfallter. Sharon Pavler. Nancv Birnel. Jean S hmidlapp Jacqueline Hewitt, Nanci' Fast. Elizabeth l,lovd. Nanci' Crothers Joan Drvden. Not in Picture: Sandra I-laucl-.. President . Vice--President Secretarv . Treasurer Class Counselor Page 94 Polly Keck Patricia Stanlev Elizabeth Lloyd Jean Schmidlapp Xllle. Tripet Milestone I3O uv. 1, ebl 03 euenlf an Lg LL ra e5 1 WWW sb A J 6 All if JCY5 fra Front Row: Jill Chapman, Billie Hansen, Lavinia Grimes, Aline Andraud, Jeariibig W Zeigler, Jeanne Miller, Charlene Simons. N ' M v Middle Row: Ruth Ellen Moore, Ann Hayes, Lois Leming, Diana Price, Joan K V Fankhnuser, Penelope Herr. E Back Row: Barbara Hill, Greta Ciroenke, Barbara Bolce, Henrietta Drew, Hart Hagin, Patsy Geiger, Anne Forester, Betty Hungerford, Adele Thomson. ? W T in Picture: lizabeth Legg. QXVX X ,ga A JJJQ QLQEQH Gwodf , ,I 5 , President , .', .......... i. ,Barbara f xi: Tfsurer . ,, V., ,fl fljzf. A n Hayes X ,ii Q Cl:L,Co MM. ...., Miss Carey , f' 0? , t F 5-2 i. I f' v Tay' Digg- Agb af Q K A Pre t . . ........,. X K .. Barba a Bolce X 15 Secre r Qbfgmline a xv 3 VA ' ? Class Counselor. .,.,.......,... Miss Park ,C 5' jg. v 5 QQ page 35 X, Mfaf ee Weave J-v l ft- f Milestone Q l A HIL! QE!! ed Front Row: Patsy liisher, Anne Woods, Clover Brodhead. Middle Row: Barri Schmidlapp, Betsy Dill, Polly Perry, Betty Bonneville. Seated Back Row: Marguerite Foshay, Elizabeth Carruthers, Elizabeth Woodward Sherry Hessler. Standing: Sally Sampson, Nancy Vinsonhaler, Kay Wallingford, Betty Resor Carol Prank, Anne Newburgh. Not in Pierurei Clarinda Schmidlapp, Ruth Harrison, Frances Hauck. FIFTH GRADE President . , , ....,...... Clarinda Schmidlapp Secretary .. . ....,, Carol Prank Class Counselor , . . , . .... .... M rs. Hall SIXTH GRADE President .... ..,.. . . , ...,...,, Betsy Dill Secretary ,... . . Anne Woods Class Counselor . . . . , . .Mrs. Hall fpage 36 Milestone ejlzircl ana! fjn14rfA Qu ea Front: Lucille Dingilian. Peggy Forker, Seated: Mary Dryden. Stephany Prank, Lydia NVyman, Sandra Sehmidlapp. Bach Row: Katherine XVilliams, Suzanne Mougey, Penelope Hall, Betsy Lazarus, Libby Poshay, Marjorie Smith, Noi' in Pirture: Montica Brohard. Charlene Diserens, Pliiabeth Mirsl-ty, Margaret Anne Vvlhite, Susan Salkoyer. President .... . Katherine Vvlilliams Vice4President . , . , ,Lydia XVyman Class Counselor . . . , , Miss Kemper page 3 7 Milestone jlfjf CILVLC! 520011 Qu 8:5 Seated: Heather Brodhead, Mark Shapiro, Jane Roberts, Jill Lauer, Carol Ann Sinn. Nancy Lauer, Joyce Henefelt, Christine Huber, Ann Douglas Standingi Margaret Strauss, Ginny Durrell, Kenny Ross, Jane Slemmer, Celia Bennett, Ann Schmidlapp, Wendy Bowman. Nor in Pirture: Tara McCarthy, Tina Hawley. page 38 Milestone .j6l'LC!8l g0,I LL8lfL Seated: Keith Jones, Anita Burroughs, Kathleen Mayer, Jackie Schmidlapp, Susan Read, Judy Kimball, Abby Carroll. Billy Henefelt. Standing: Michael Pleasants, Gail Phinney, Lynn Mirsky, Eunice Davidson, Nlary Reis, Stacy Floyd Rockwood. Not in Picture: Carolyn Kuhn, Peter Klein, Virginia Lee Adair, Karen Gravengaard, Kitty Heekin, Anne Clark, Sally Martin, Carol Morsch. page 3 9 page 40 wi AVIDJV 5 Yay 229 QQQQL3 QQ Milestone 5749 .XQVLIQDLULK g26Ll C! Seated: Marjory Koehler, Cameron Dill, Ann Vail. Standing: Harriet: Biery, Deborah Wilder, Lonsdale Green, Patricia Armstrong Anne Upson. ' page 42 Milestone -ifze xglwafenf Cyolfmcif First Row: Ann Rixey, Lonsdale Green, Marjory Koehler, Bach Row: Joyce Bennett, Ann Hayes, Ellen Tangeman, Judy Price, Freddy Maue, Greta Groenke, Kitty Beall Morris, Polly Keck. Not in Picture: Betty McGarry. President . , ,.., Lonsdale Green Secretary .. .,.. Ann Rixey page 43 Milestone .Tire ,glfefaloing-,gifone Z?0a,rc! Elizabeth Carruthers, Sally Fry, Ellen Van Antwerp, Judy Price, Mary Ives Freddy Bdaue page 44 Milestone jAe .ggowfenf gonna! This year is my tenth birthday, overshadowed by the school's fortieth: no bells or spangles for me, but I have come through this tenth year of my existence with quite a bit of quiet activity. I helped collect War Chest and Red Cross dollars: I took care of lost everythings in the school, and I had an auction of my pound: the girls and I supported and wrote letters to our little Dutch War Orphan, Steven. Most important of all, I helped the honor system become more firmly anchored in its fifth year. I tried very hard to be a pleasant and efficient go- between for our faculty and our girls, as well as a fair and representative small government in C. P. S. aglleloloing-agglfone Meow Last summer we sent out patron letters and, through the kindness of many parents and alumnae, we were able to raise sufficient funds to have The Stepping-Stone printed. We were also left money by the preceding class, and we shall continue this policy. We are sure that, in the years to come, the paper will grow bigger and better, and the staff Wants to wish the best of luck to next year's members. The staff of this year's Stepping-Stone is as follows: Editor- in-Chief, Ellen Van Antwerp: Associate Editor, Mary Ives: Athletic Editor, Sally Fry: Social Editor, Judy Price: Assistant Social Editor, Elizabeth Carruthers: Business Manager, Karlanne Foley: and Copy Manager, Ereddy Maue. A4gQZL8 CZPZG! ggiglil liJLLlW15 When in the course of human events it becomes necessary to compose an epistle concerning the bombastic. belligerent battles between our famous teams, the Blue and the Gold, we sit perplexed! But, enough of this perplexityl We started off the year with vigorous hockey games, and wound up by playing two out of three games, to determine the Blue and Gold hockey championship. Continuing our various activities, we moved indoors to begin our competition in volleyball and basketball, and in the Spring we hope to have a very successful baseball season. The Blue and Gold teams are organized in such a way as to create competition and interest among the girls. The two teams consist of girls from the Seventh through the Twelfth Grades, who are guided by Miss Carey, our helpful and congenial counselor. PATTY ARMSTRONG-Captain of the Blues ANNE UPSONW-Captain of the Golds page 45 Milestone President ..,.,, , Debby Wilder Treasurer .... . . , . . ...... Anne Upson gt, cm gem The Glee Club got off to an uproarious start under the direction of Miss Campbell. The girls this year were subject to tryouts, and for one week they mounted the third floor stairs with fear and trembling. They survived, however, and started in on the Christmas Program with gleeful, if not noisy fEd. Note: ? ? ? F D, spirits. The Christmas program consisted of a Cantata, entitled Bethlehem, presented along with selections by the intermediate grades, and readings from the Bible by the younger girls. Now the Cilee Club is preparing for its spring pro- gram and has already two songs, The Star and the China Shop, in preparation. There will probably be more songs and another program later on, but, anyway, it has been loads of fun, and Miss Campbell has proved to be an excellent director. page 46 Milestone President ..... . . Chastine Hardy Vice-President, . . . .Barbara Wilder Treasurer ...., . Molly Maish ,joof6gAi .jf-!a5!tAacA5 Prom an exciting interlude during the American Revolution, to a visit from a misunderstood Swedish cousin, the Dramatic Club of C. P. S. entertained a capacity audience on the evening of November 20, l945. Under the direction of Mrs. Kathleen King of Schuster-Martin, the cast and crew, with the help of Mrs. Juhel and Mrs. Hardy, all cooperated toward a grand performance. The P. T. A. presented us with footlights which have done Wonders for our stage. We hope that our forthcoming produc- tions, which will be given in May, will meet with equal success. page 47 A. . , , li ' ,J . f A 4 I V M, . f - 'lx I J' 5 , vb . x fm, , 5 I I W ,gf gs I Y 4 f 1 .M ,, 141 W X W Qffgu M6 1 f 1 .f 4 W , MW . W V, 1 , WW 2 W fafffm-wif! ,2 fx-,ff -2 , ' 7 2 . .. , .fr f. , ,, my ,414-, e,,,, . I g,1 :Q, I fi ITT W !-3f'f ' ' 'Q' W M- W page 48 1 If 4 '.-mm!! M' X , ... 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Emmy relinquishes her merry giggle to Charlotte CTake good care of itlj Lon leaves her love of Delta Beta's to Carolyn Marsh. Helen leaves her great big beautiful eyes to Betty Houston. Tatine Wills the telephone to Polly. Lou leaves the C. P. S. treasury to Morgenthau Cto keep him busyj Patty H. gives Kentucky to Sally Wadsworth. Maisie leaves her personality to Caroline Stanley. Margie Wills the worms and baby pigs to Freddy. Betty leaves her Western Hills men to Kitty Beall. Sonny gives her petiteness to Joyce Bennett. Upson wills her convertible to Judy. Vail leaves her blonde tresses to Snookie. Debby leaves Aunt Gussie and her ta i-route to Barbie. ff5 SIX . if is xl! u 8 :X -av A FRYSMNAN ' NG 565332 page 50 Milestone Hair .... Eyes. . . Lips .4.. Hands .... Torso .... Legs .,..,. Personality . Voice .4.., Feet ..ri Clothes. . . Pingernails. Grace, . , . Poise ,.,. Glamor. . . Beauty . . . Smile. . . Laugh .,,. Complexion ..i. Vitality. . . Talent ,... jjfte Lgcfeaf .Senior Sonny Honey . . . ,Lon, the Eye-deal Woman, Green . . , . . . . . . . . .Lethal Lips Wilder . ,.,...,, Monette, the Coquette ....Carol QRose La Roseb Carrier ....,. ...Emmy QYou Gest itj . . . . . , . . .Lazy-Daisy Maisie . . . .Helen CYou-tell-emj Griffin . . . . . .Margaret CTootsiel Benton . . . .Margie CBest-in-townj Koehler . . .Betty, our Ten-Talon Tomato . . . .Carol Cfiracious-mej Brokaw . . . .Tatine fSophisticationD Hardy . . . . , . . . .Bambi Conover Dill . . . . .Armstrong The Pace . . . .Anne Cpepsodentl Upson . . . . . Ann CMany-ha-haj Vail . . .Patty CLady Estherj Hotchkiss . . Lou QVitamin-pillj High . . .Hattie Van Dyke Biery xx I ffy Nfl ff 'J X SN Rl FULF lLLr1ENTC?D H o page 51 B99 Lou . 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PATRICIA ' Pisamo' A Prem, Nothing At Proms Long Way' More Jim That 5 Smle Cham E eU H . . ., Straight 'You Are 4Theq MARY H tt B b ' Ab l l S lf f A a le Ey lashes ees ls Nj-3 me Y uppl U M Sunsh ' Tell Mew- CAROLYN Driving too Planning A Month S A Place to ..Night and HHH! W Glamourous Losing Her ln a Four Tglh Always Thais 41 Ihth EMILY Felix NValking The A Man HG d LEA NEnwny' A Chggk at tO YVemMng Fingmnads VVhhout O9 , GEST Midnight School March A Woman Mommy NSDALE IH GREEN YOU HELEN - Gtdnga ,, H , FRANCES B00g5ie LEZCQESS DE-Feist In Town College A Horse Wstilgmlf, Ii Dmlf GR1EEiN l Degree i ea 2 'Vow page 54 Milestone 1 9 S . enior afagg lCONCEVUON A TE NAME IS CALLED HAS EEARS UQgSHI5Y oE NEEDS mgfgffg SAYS PARADEE CHASTINE HT ' . 1 H H , MACGREGOR H,mme,, Personality The Beetle ' W1t,h Her Sea Island Private Love Me Oh Yeah? f.B. Nad Fde TfkPbOH2 HARDY 4 Ag A A MARY I, ' - Not to Laugh 1 LOUISE Lou Lots of Ojxmg Collecting at Her Own T. O. Because Y Want D? HIGH Pep Week-End MOUQV Jokes OL' now' - - Mustering .. V M 1 PATRICIA XVish1ng und r XVhy Don t For the ANNETTE Patty' A Sailor ,FAM the Moon QFQSIE1 PQZU- Ffhlgogfls ge D5fTh7iS' Lloueyof HOTCHKISS U95 and Stars Know who ore ten. ere. . J A .. . . ,. . L' 1 ' A HS k C3 NJ C MARY .Maisie Wit Roller Wlttlclzlng :satin mo e 4 etsy ust 'ne IVES Coasters Norman Raven Fur Coat In Your Eyes Question - BAARJORY BQ Bdng Abk I H H H ANN 'Mclrgyw Brown A Nurvber Forgetting to Play Brains Symphony U h h h - KOEHLER Eyw Ofqqnngs dw Phno !'W BETTY A G d Sitting Home - A Week 1 A V 'I Thlink If ANN Mac I 09, - on Saturday With Jonsey of A 1-1112 Temptation Could Be MCGARRY D1Sp0S1f10f1 Night Week-Ends Arranged . I A SONIA Semng Her JOYCE Sunny Petiteness Elevators Miami Beach Horse Win the Nmhing UPQYSOHQUTY' 'lrreffllfqcfil POLLACK Ky.Dmby The Dark . . .Y 1 ANNE UUPPU' Men fEd. Note: Giggling Slum? by A Vacation You H NFVH WcfIlf' UPSON vyhyyy a Fue Know ANN T A TTT ' Light-Pootingn TT T TT A TTT TT T1T i ELIZABETH ' Vail' Double-jointed Horses It down Debra' An Whereiyor Ghey loo. ' vAiL Thumb the Stairs AMO-Gvfe When TTTAT . .. L LT A , ESLZZEQLH A-Debby Siler gjglgg T 135355 llmsiel Q Cmfaker MANY Pjgfiff. WILDER Weapon g i Like YO ' page 55 Milestone ,7!Le agbnior Qeolfecy Thunder crashed as sharp lightning made fantastic shadows on crumbling stone walls and empty, staring windows. Rain was pouring from the lofty roof. The scene was C. P. S., twelve midnight, June 8, 1960. One by one, dim shadows slipped up the walk from Johnstone Place to the dusty, cob- webby vestibule. This was indeed a strange reunion for that illustrious class of 1946. What unexpected event had brought these successful people from all corners of the world? That renowned, Cthough eccentricj C. P. S. hermitess who had amassed a tremendous fortune through her sale of egg recipes had passed away, leaving one of the most peculiar wills ever to be executed. This ancient C. P. S. graduate Cwe think we had better not mention her namej left orders for all the graduates of l946 to be called from wherever they were to the deserted school on the fourteenth anniversary of their momentous commencement. First of the Wanderers to arrive was that famous adventuress and explorer, Patty Armstrong, who for seven years had been in the heart of Africa searching for unusual species of wolf. With her was her invaluable assistant, Debby Tiger Wilder, specialist in the field of botany, also former Cand extremely temporaryb Queen of Egypt. The lights of a huge limousine flashed on, as Margaret Benton Cdiscoverer of the rare Coriopsis germj hurried along with a Medical Journal under one arm and a collapsible iron lung under the other. The gleaming Rolls- GrifHn-Royce, invented and developed by you know who Helen, pulled up to the curb. On the door of the car was a huge government seal. Three prominent women, their hats hiding their faces, climbed out of the car. Suddenly, by a flash of light we recognized them as Mary Lou High, Secretary of the Treasury, Betty Doc McGarry, Head of the U. S. Health Department, Cshe has just Hnished an extensive investigation of measlesj, and Marjory Koehler, chairman of the committee of the S. S. D. A. E. CSimply-Super-Duper-Atomic-EnergyD. Representative Chastine Hardy and Representative Carol Carrier, co-authors of the much contested Hardy-Carrier page 56 Milestone Bill for the Improvement of Luggage Racks and Install- ment of Drinking Fountains in All Busses, arrived next. A brilliant fuchsia-colored motor-cycle roared up the weedy drive, splashing water on a familiar figure, none other than our own U. S. President Dill Cby special amendment to the Constitutionj, who was just at that moment being photographed by Newsweek's ace photographer and drama critic, Sonia Pollack. Who was in the motorcycle? The tall figure climbed off the seat and, tearing off her rose-colored goggles, presented herself to the group as the winner of the famous French race, the Andraud Speedway Race, Carol Flash Brokaw. But, wait. Another woman was climbing from the side car. It was that famous painter of perfume ads Cespecially well-known is her Romance du Johnstone Place adj, Ann Oh you Tabu Vail. I-Iatty Biery, Lon Green and Mary Ives, the Epicurean founders of the Eat Calmost anythingj, Drink CWagner's Vichyj, and Be Mary Cand we do mean merryj Association of America, took their places. Seventeen women were accounted for. Would the other three arrive? Suddenly, whom did we see but the l960 winner of the Nobel Prize for the best dimple and the brightest smile, Anne Upson. Where were the other two? The l8 waited in the gloomy hall, huddled together at the bottom of the creaking stairs. Suddenly the doors burst open and in came the two lawyers with the all-important will. The lawyers were Emmy Gest and Patty I-Iotchkiss, the legal wizards of the century, especially chosen for their great ability and legal knowledge. At last the great moment had arrived, What would the will say? Each member held her breath. Perhaps it would be she. Quickly a lantern was lighted and the will was opened. Slowly the lawyers began to read, first one, then the other. The Hrst bequest was to all. It was not money, but the old C. P. S. building, itself. The other, money, would be divided among all, provided the school was reopened. Everyone screamed! But, a billion dollars being a billion dollars, the calm heads prevailed, and all agreed to cooperate, As the chill drafts whistled down the empty halls, the lawyers read the last bequest: 15,000 egg recipes to be used for school lunches. Thus the strange reunion of the class of l946 drew to a dramatic close that stormy night of June 8, 1960, HARRIET BIERY '46 page 57 , Pg s 1-ox.-Psunid MAMA3 f , L 1 uv V'KAQx.Ub.E Rcxwefffl' ,, ,,Uf 1 'Duff Two LQQJWQT Lt-4EE.5g4:5KE A 'Xf ' A . ,,wM,..-4,4.A4.4, are us 3 Q ' 7 3 Ei . .,,,,, ., . A '-Qifhw it al '. fs- M, -' f x A Q. , .R f , ' x i X f f fl? 1. Q, ANvow 9 Eu TWO ,. ,x g 'Vx-was A Y U LANL' F1 4 ,HH - ' Mi3Jfg'g fn' . Mxmugyml-:S ff-LV' ' 'gyjqa-ff if N Ffa' if . NAC. LHQEQ, M W , z .ff ,,,,,, .. ' f V, wi A 1 f , 1 443- 1, 5 V 6. 25351 , Q kf vw- ' 0, ,Wvs-sf ' V 4 .V f I K?xQ4,JxSu g Tltso DQEJ' 'N T745 S95 --- v- - - f page 58 is af' +.. . fm.-Q., . , :.,..,,..,,,w ur Ls:-ow ' Sem NOFF Wmcmm- me Bmxs Bsmuo -vu Qwacsp YQQPLE ASUECWEQ N'W f.'S Ho-J 55949111 -wx-,Riu-T we urge? .yn VUAQ-UN' 3v.uNC-'flue -N XNWNANA LBUPQQQ Nffhdj A'R'ms-nQ,s:1N- . Q X ' GQIN, You -A page 5 9 v i N 0 COMHEN Milestone Waugkfg .Senior-effa One rainy morning in 1934 Cback in the Dark Agesb four shining faces appeared in the portals of C. P, S. These were Maisie, Vail, Upson, and Margie. The second day, at ten-thirty QEd. Note: School begins at ninej a grubby face appeared at the door. This Cof coursej was Debby, who has been Wilder and Wilder and later and later ever since. That is what you call a good beginning. Four years later, a long-haired, juvenile Veronica Lake made her grand entry. Her name was Patricia, but with our limited vocabularies Kthey're still limited: everything is limited these daysj, we soon shortened it to A'Patty or Pisamo . When we were big girls in the iifth grade, two Southern belles, fresh from Louisville, joined our merry ranks. Carol and Tatine have been regretting it ever since. By this time, our reputation was so wide-spread that no one came until the eighth grade, when Lon, Bambi, and Lou came, to add to the confusion. Our escapades were many: we made our headquarters in the left corner of Miss Faran's office, Our hibernation was chiefly due to such nonsensities as throwing ink-wells, dropping books and shoes out the window, rubbing snow on the black-boards, and throwing paper wads at any stray passer-by in the halls, Hattie loves exams, so she showed up just before midyears. When the Freshmen were struggling wildly for desks in Study Hall, we found a competitor, a gorgeous blonde, tagged Monette. We defied our Seniors, maligned them and belied them in fierce terms on the signs we wore around our lily necks. Next on the program were Sunny and Emmy, who added to the melee in Miss Walsh's room. Qur mascot was Medusa, but our attempts to beautify her were nullified by the dish- pan hands we acquired from scrubbing this valuable antique. That same year, another little episode occurred, which will not be mentioned further, except to say that this incident marked the founding of the Doherty Chain Gang . There still remained a spark of life, which was nursed into flame by Mac, Patty Hotchkiss, and Maggie. That year we abutted on the window-sill, and made thirty dollars with our Chamber of Horrors in the illustrious Junior Bazaar. Ever since then, Mamzel1e has been attempting to go back to Europe. That year, we began to grow up fslow process, but it worked, we thinkj. Helen and Broke ' came this year. Look at us now-the ideal Senior Class. We bullied our Freshmen Cbut not enoughlj, took complete possession of the Senior Room, and now walk sedately Cexcept for Vailb through the halls, wearing our halos, and dreaming of the sad night when we shall take our Trip-down- the-aisle, tripping over one another. page 60 Sept. 19 Oct. 2- Oct. 4- Oct. 29- Nov. 8- Nov. 9- Nov, l5- Nov. 20 Nov. 21 Nov. 26 Dec. 20 Jan. Jan. l5 Jan. l7 Jan. 28 Feb. Zl Feb. 21 Feb. 22 Mar. 5 Mar. ll Mar. 13 Mar. 21 Mar. 22 April l April 15 7... Milestone 1945-1946 C IQ .Sf CZLMIW Opening day at C. P. S. Those doors are thrown wide open to reluctant pupils. Paradise is lost for another three months. There is a convocation to announce the Annual boards. The Freshman Trial -- we love it! The New Girl's Party is held in the Green Room. A good time is had by all, we hope. Miss Townsend, a representative from Wheaton College, talks. Lt. Commander Beam speaks in the girlish halls of C. P. S. Miss Ellen Behrens, a graduate of C. P. S., returns to her Alma Mater to talk on Chinese Fantasy. The Dramatic Club presents The Stay at Home Rebel and My Cousin from Sweden . They ban very good. Mr. Evans, from the Seventh Presbyterian Church. comes with a serious note about Thanksgiving. The blissful Thanksgiving weekend is over. Was it lost? The great day arrivesl Christmas vacation. School reopens. Heavy footsteps trudge again through the halls of C. S. The Annual pictures are taken. Everybody, smile! Miss Catherine Hanna comes with some very interesting data on the Taft Museum. You guessed it - Exams! Mr. Hessler speaks. Mrs. Hill tells the girls about the style show, which is to be held during the spring vacation. A much desired holiday. Dear George Washington! Mr. Dickerson speaks about Girls' Week. A representative from Katherine Gibbs comes to give us some useful pointers on a possible career. Dr. Koert Baars speaks in behalf of the World Student Organization. His talk was enjoyed by all. The Annual prizes are announced. George. come in and sweep up the chewed fingernails! Spring Vacation! Ah, such bliss! Back to work. Cheer up, girls. This is the last lap. The Mz'Iestone at last goes to press. Sighs of relief are heaved by all. page 6l we WQ 4-.Jg if nu .rm v i..,i D ' ' NX V . ,.k,! 55 ,MM?' M A megifm , , X Q 1-if , f .fc G by , X s i f imfffff f page 62 bw Z2 '5ESQ2 -Y 'YW l',' wtjiffsfggigggggf - --- v gum 1 if W - 'iiiflw fi--. 5- qi- , f 'f 5f'Bi5:ffilgl:L,4Sl25T HM4alLlg.QjTQ:,f3- jf iEiiEE?:-iLl???i'ffNQiE??gEiV3 u T'5 ,-h.1g- - A':1V -L-l., K' -1 - .J -, . , gf.. , T -- - f-Y. fzfflgf ':::::T'7?f-4if43f17F3S2E?iIWl:'ijA512lQL::Qf3f2--3- nifi i' xLWi!T.. f Y4YYi:Eii??iffiW Hzqh School Design Prize- Arm Vail '46 page 63 Milestone WINTER BIRDS We learned about winter birds this year. We like them because they stay here and sing to us all winter. They are not afraid of cold and snow. We hung a bird feeder on the pear tree at school. We saw many titmice eat there. Sometimes we see them at our window. The walls of our sleeping room look very pretty because we decorated them with paintings of winter birds. There are cardinals, chickadees, bluejays, nuthatches, downy woodpeckers and juncos. COOPERATIVE COMPOSITION BY FIRST GRADE MY VEGETABLE GARDEN I used to have a vegetable garden. It grew and grew and grew. I had so many vegetables, I didn't know what to do, So I ate all my spinach and my parsley too, And I still had so many vegetables, I didn't know what to dog So I sold all my vegetables, and got a lot of money: I got a lot of money and bought myself some honey. KATHERINE WILLIAMS, I:Ourtl'l Grade THE TOAD I met a road, down the road. Dressed in the very latest mode. W'ith spots of green and yellow bright, He goes hopping our of sight. CHARLENE DISERENS, Fourth Grade ROSY CHEEKS We had an extra play period, Florence watched us play. I fell off the teeter-totterl Sandy gave me a bump. We played 'AWho is afraid of the big bad wolf? And we also played stoop tag. We came in with very rosy cheeks. PEGGY FORKER, Third Grade page 64 Mzlestone GEORGE WASHINGTON One day. February 22. 1732. a little boy was born. His name was George Washington, He was born in Virginia. Vwlhen George Washington was a little older, two of his friends came over to his house. George said, Let's catch the wild colt. After a while they caught it, Then George got on. That made the colt mad. so he jumped and struggled and jumped so high that he fell dead. The boys looked very sad. Just then Mother called, Come to breakfast! Then George said, Mother the colt is dead. What, the colt is dead? Well George, I am glad you told the truth. When he grew up he became the first President' MONTICA BROHARD, Third Grade 2 ll v g H If l If THE AQUARIUM We have an aquarium. In it we have three fish. Two fish are gold and one is black. I like our aquarium very much. Also we have some seaweed in it. We have some snails. We have some snail eggs. Celia Bennett put a worm in the aquarium, She found it outside. All of the fish chased for the worm. MARGARETA STRAUSS, Second Grade ABRAHAM LINCOLN Abraham Lincoln was born February l2, l809, in a log cabin in Kentucky. He was named after his grandfather. who was killed by an Indian. Abraham was very poor and so was his mother and father. When Abraham was seven, his mother became very ill and died. Abe and his sister and father were very sad. Abraham went to school only one year: yet he still tried very hard to learn to read and write. Abraham was the tallest and strongest and most honest boy in the neighborhood. One day Mr. Crawford told Abe a story. Abe said he loved the story and asked Mr. Crawford if he could borrow it for a week, and lVlr. Crawford said he could. That night after dinner Abraham read and it was very late when he went to bed. He took the book to bed with him and put it in a crack in the wall. In the morning when he took it out it was wet! So after he was dressed he returned it, and he shucked corn for three days and that's how he paid for it. Some time later, when he was fifty-two years old, he was elected the President of the United States' STEPHANY FRANK. Third Grade page 65 Milestone Intermediate Prose - First Prize THE OLD ERINGED QUILT Through all the years of my life, one particular thing has always seemed to linger in my mind. This particular thing happened in my childhood. When I was about eight years old, I used to watch my dear old grandmother do her beautiful sewing or other handiwork. But the thing that attracted me most was a beautiful wine-colored fringed quilt that Granny would work on hour after hour. It was a large quilt, so it took a very long time to make. Every day she would get a little further, and every day the quilt would become more beautiful. It seemed that her whole ambition in her last years of life was to finish this quilt. I can still remember the last day when Granny had only nine more inches to go. And I can remember even more clearly when I went to bed that night knowing that in the morning the quilt would be Hnished. The next morning it was actually finished. But then, another thing troubled me. Whom or what was the quilt for? I had never asked. I had never tried to guess, Later that morning I went over to my grand- mother, who, I could see through her old, wrinkled face, was very happy, and asked her for what purpose she had made this quilt. She told me, to my surprise, that she had made it for her own pleasure, but since I liked it so well, she would give it to me, I was, of course, surprised and very happy: and, from that day on, the Qld Eringed Quilt has been my most prized possession. Every night when I go to bed and pull the thick, woolly, quilt over my shoulders, I think of my dear old grandmother, making what I called the i'Q1d Fringed Quilt . ALINE ANDRAUDY ,51 Intermediate Prose - Second Prize I AM AN AMERICAN I am glad I live in America, because here we have a Democratic Government, and freedom. We have no war in this country. even though we have just won one of the hardest battles of History. Here in America we are not starving. We have homes, many untouched by war, We have clothing, loving parents, and many other lovely things. and best of all we are, or at least should be, happy, Happiness and love are the greatest of all things. In America we have the living things, the trees, the birds, the animals, and the water and sky, to be thankful for. OhT that doesn't count, you say, Everybody has those things! Yes, everybody has them, but not everyone can appreciate them. In Europe and Japan, the people can only think about the ruins that were once their homes, their hunger and thirst, the freedom that they do not have, and their bad luck, Very few people realize all they have. Be thankful that you can live in America and enjoy these comforts and learn to appreciate them. Be thankful that you are an American. SHERRY HEssLER, '52 page 66 L Milestone Intermediate Prose - Honorable Mention THE FACULTY AND BLUE NEWCOMB AND VOLLEYBALL GAME We have had many exciting events this year, and the one that I thought the best was when the faculty played the 'iBlues in Newcomb and Volleyball. When .it was almost time for the game to begin, all the teachers began to giggle nervously. One thing that amused me very much was that Mrs. Hall had on Clover Brodhead's gym shoes, Then all of a sudden Miss Carey announced that a great athlete had come to play for the faculty. For a few minutes the girls were in suspense and stretched their necks to see who it was, when all of a sudden in bounced Miss Kemper. The clothes she wore were so funny that all the girls laughed until they were red in the face. She had on a sailor shirt that was much too big for her, a blue sailor tie, some white shoes. black stockings, and an old fashioned pair of gym pantaloons, At first the teachers tried to play Volleyball, and because of their superb skill, they were badly beaten. Then Miss Carey suggested playing Newcomb, to which they all agreed at once. They were better at Newcomb than they were at Volleyball and so, when the bell rang, the score was lO to l5. We all had fun teasing them for days after, and I doubt that they will ever play Newcomb and Volleyball again of their own free will. NANCY V1NsoNHALER, Fifth Grade Intermediate Poetry -4 First Prize BAMBI Lightly leaping through the woods Under the arching trees, nf g y Scampers the little fawn, L' Into the grass up to his knees. E L There stands his father, tall and proud. ,, 5 Staring at the startled fawn. ff W He was there but now he's gone, The fawn sees something jump across his path, Then loudly sounding there comes a splash. lt's a frog in a pond who is taking ct bath, The fawn next sees something odd to him. A rabbit who's eating some clover for Uim, Now do you know who the fawn could be? Why ofcourse you know: lt's Bambi. BETSY DILL, '52 page 67 Milestone il' 4 Q 5 p- 1 LIKE MY SLEEPY DOLL This is about a tiny, little girl Who doesn't get into a great big Whirl When asked which of her toys she Likes the very best. I like my sleepy-doll, she answers IfVith a smile. II like my sleepy-doll, eyes gleaming All the while. 'I like my sleepy-doll with the closed Up eyes, Not the doll that when wounded up, cries I QI farm .:,..N ft Iflglu I -Qs: i ' ' h 'ix ww I like my sleepy-doll with the curly Grin, Not the soldier what is made 0' tin. I like my sleepy-doll, so cuddly and Warm, Not even my baby-doll with the lostea' Arm, I like my sleepy-doll whose fur's made O' blue. Oh, how I like my sleepy-doll! Don't you? JEAN ZEIGLER, '51 Intermediate Poetry - Second Prize WINTER IN THE COUNTRY Spacious waves Of billowing white As far as the eye can see, Whose purity is broken Here and there By man or tree. But life is In the minority: It is winter and snow That reign. And there is no sound Over the quiet earthg All is simple, And white, And plain. JILL CHAPMAN, '50 page 68 - g Milestone If , ' A X -It I T-- fi 1 if i W lt' . 'll TPM' Intermediate Poetry - Honorable Mention WHO I SI-IGULD LIKE TO BE Now I should like to be a boy, And perhaps I'd go by the name of Roy. Then I wouldn't haue to be prim and properg I'd just run and play with my little Cocker. If I were a boy and not a girl, I wouldn't euen look at a curl. I'd chase the bees and butterflies, And listen to the birds' cries. I'd be free to roam the woods alone, Until for such things I was outgrown. ANNE Wooos, '52 AN ELF Like a dew drop in May, He watched from the bay, He was dressed in clothes Like an elf, I'd say, With a little jacket, pretty and gray. The little elf had a cute little face, He walked at a perfect pace: He had a cute little nose That looked like a rose, He was loved by his friends And the fairies too, Who always dance On the morning dew, ANN HAYES, '50 High School Story - First Prize THE PICTURE The quiet pat of soft soles and impatient chatter of high heels sounded on the hollow marble floors. All through the day, from the time the sun Hrst came through the high east windows, splashing on the long wooden benches and white stone, until it reached the west and page 69 Milestone threw the long, weird shadows of moulding armour from one end of the gallery to the other, the people came and went, some hurrying through for a hasty look at more well-known pictures, others moving slowly, intently, through the halls, with studied observation of every work, large or small. Whatever it may have been that brought him there, each Iinally found himself looking at a certain picture. Sooner or later, each one saw it. It was not a startling thing. It was no jewel by Rommey, Rembrandt, or Van Gogh, It had no heavy, ornate frame: but before it, every footstep halted. Some people stopped and studied as if trying to discover the secret of its tremendous power: others looked: then looked away. Perhaps each was afraid that someone might read what was in his face. A young woman, guide-book in hand, dropped her dime in the turnstyle and entered the gallery. She stood still for a moment, watching the shadows on the floor, and then, whimsically, she followed a long, thin shadow, formed by the bright green feather on her hat. At the end of Gallery B. she stopped, and, opening her guide-book, she read, Number 372 - Evening near Rockwell - a contemporary American painting in oil by Henry C. Evans. This picture represents the culmination of years of study at home and abroad. Through the harmonious combining of human study and landscape technique, a remarkable impression is obtained. It seems to show impending disaster. The girl's hands fell to her sides as she lifted her eyes to the picture before her. There it was, lt was just as she had seen it before: not as she had really seen it, but as she had often imagined it. She knew without looking closely that the figure beneath the tree had her blond hair and graceful figure. Eagerly she examined every tree and meadow. The picture, itself. was the same, but the sunshine which had made it bright for her was not there. Her heart and mind had been her light when her eyes were closed. Every leaf had been drawn for her with words even as it was placed on canvas: and this picture had been her hold on hope, through months of pain and waiting, until, Hnally, light came to her not only from within, but also from the sun, Suddenly she realized that what had been described in love's brightness to give her hope, had been painted in despair, It had been as promised: no correspondence or contact until the long months were over and she would see him with her eyesg but what did the picture mean? She hurried back to the information desk where postcards and reproductions were sold: and. putting the guide-book on the desk she pointed to the name of the painter of No. 372. Could you tell me where I could ind Mr. Evans? she asked, I understand that most of the artists are in town for the exhibit. The Clerk stopped counting a stack of Renoir prints and, reaching under the desk, handed her a folded, two-day-old newspaper. 'Tm surprised that you haven't heard, he said, Mr. Evans died two days ago. Had some kind of unusual sickness. They say that he knew that he was going to die when he painted that picture. Queer looking sort of thing, isn't it? It gives me the creeps-. HARRIET BIERY, '46 page 70 Milestone WINTERS CAN'T LAST FOREVER -The morning seemed endless. It was a hot August day, anyway, and sitting there in the dust weeding the hard gravel tennis court, breaking off all my beautifully cultured nails, was not my idea of a good time. I was anxious to get down to the dock for the noon swim, because I knew it meant that I should see Barney, and I had been waiting to see him for three years. Every time I thought of him, which was all morning, I had to sit back and gaze contentedly into space. Consequently, Mother began to get angry at my indolence, and demanded caustically how I expected to play on the court if I didn't work on it. So I had to do my dreaming and remembering secretly. It seemed like just yesterday that we had said goodbye on our dock, I, in my pigtails and faded blue shorts stained with red canoe paint, and Barney, in his colorful plaid shirt which it has since been my main ambition to possess. The sun was catching the light in his hair, and making his eyes more blue, and he was saying, So long, Susie. Be good, and remember your Uncle Barney. I'll see you next year. I could also remember the way he turned and stepped into his boat and sailed off, with one last wave of his hand, one last grin, leaving me alone on the dock, He had said that we would see each other the next year, but every- thing had gone wrong. I-Ie went into the Navy right after his graduation from school, and I suffered through those intervening summers in a hot, sticky Indiana town. Now, at last, things were the same as ever, and I was going to see him again, if the dreadful morning would ever end. I pulled the nasty weeds with greater vigor, as if the more I pulled, and the more irritated I got, the faster the time would gop I was soon one big dust heap. I actually loved my brother when he sauntered over towards the corner where I was working, and in a drawling voice announced that I could stop, that Mother had taken compassion on me since I was unused to such hard labor. I broke speed records as I changed into my bathing suit and raced down to the dock. I was as nervous as an actress making her debut, because I was so afraid that Barney would not remember me or the good times we had had together! After all, it had been three years, and both of us had changed, I knew. When I reached the dock, I had to look nonchalant and calm as I stretched out for a sun bath, because my family always seem to know what is going on in my mind, and they would not have let me live in peace if they had known I was so excited about seeing Barney, who was four years older than I. The whole situation had seemed, and still would seem, incongruous to them. I stretched out luxuriously on my stomach, feeling the sun hot on my back and legs. If I looked to the left, I could see a white sail about a half-mile away. Although it was too far for me to distinguish his face, I felt it was Barney. I-Ie was coming closer to the dock, while I chattered wildly to my family, trying to keep the excitement out of my voice. Finally at the proper moment, I sat up suddenly, and, in a surprised page 71 Milestone tone which I had spent all morning practising, said I believed it was Barney. My brother, who at times seems unbearably wise, replied sarcastically, I-low amazing! I bet you had forgotten all about him. I blushed to the roots of my hair, mumbling about the nastiness of little brothers, as Barney called a greeting and waved, all the while coming closer to the dock. I-Ialf of me wanted to hide, the other half, to jump up and down. All I did was sit there perfectly still, not daring to speak. He had landed expertly at the dock now, and was talking enthus- iastically to my family. At last he looked at me, making me glad I had put on my prettiest bathing suit and that there was still some curl in my hair. Aren't you even going to speak to your best beau, Susie? I must have said the right thing because he laughed and pulled me to my feet, dragging me towards his boat, but all the time my mind was a perfect blank: it was a wonderful blank, though, and I didn't care. Before we had been out sailing Hve minutes, I had lost my shyness, and he was teasing me and I was liking it, just as it had been before. I-Ie hadn't changed much, except that he was a little more serious than I remembered him to be, I-le no longer called me Susie. I was so happy in such peaceful and pleasant surroundings that I wanted the gorgeous morning to last forever. When Barney nnally brought me back. I was a half-hour late for lunch, but all I could think about was the afternoon, when Barney and I were going sailing again, and I pirouetted gracefully into the dining room, much to the disgust of my family, We were sitting on the porch when Barney came, and of course the whole family had to talk to him, while I sat there twiddling my thumbs, anxious to get started. All of a sudden Dad said, How long a leave do you have, Barney? I hope we'll be seeing you around a while, I'm afraid not, sir. My leave is up in a few days. I have to take the early train for Chicago tomorrow. Tomorrow! As if by magic a cold wind blew up from the lake, and the sun, just a moment before so warm and friendly, was now hidden behind a cloud, its rays bleak and depressing to my spirit. We were both silent as we cast off, for I was angry at being taken by surprise, and depressed because the things I had wanted would never be. Barney must have read my mind because he very quietly said, Mkt least we have today, Susan. Let's not ruin that, And I knew that he was right. We sailed for hours, while Barney told me about the Navy, about his hopes for the future, and too soon the sun was sinking, the sky was all purples and pinksg the night breezes were coming up, and we had to start for home, It's been a wonderful day, Susan, he said as we reached the dock. I only wish more than anything that I didn't have to leave. We've hardly had time to get reacquaintedf' No, Barney, it hasn't been really fair. I had looked forward to seeing you so muchl page 72 Milestone , Theres always next year, Susan, and I promise you this time that we ll have a wonderful summer together, After all, the winter can't last forever, He was holding the dock with one hand, while he helped me out with the other. He stood there holding my hand a minute, smiling into my face. Then he said, 'iGoodbye, Susan. I'll write, and remember about next summer. and he was gone. I don't quite remember what I said or did from that moment on, except that I could hear his words, I'll write, over and over, and I felt like singing, because I knew that he would. No. the winter couldn't last forever, and the wonderful summer days, and Barney. would come again. ANN VAIL, '46 f X 'Q ,I ur U High School Story -- Second Prize THE GOLDEN PULLET The warm sun beat down on a small boy's tousled head, but, somehow, it couldn't seem to dry the fat tear drop that lingered on the boy's tanned cheek. Toddy was trying so hard not to cry: but, try though he might, a loud sniff accompanied each memory which led up to his present sorrow. Toddy had lost his chicken. It wasn't just one of Daddy's many, but his very own. The chicken had really been Tommy's, too, for it had all begun with Toddy adoringly following his big brother, as the latter did the chores, Toddy's other two brothers never seemed to have the time or else were too preoccupied to bother with their little brother: whereas Tommy was never too busy to point out a new bird or call out, as he climbed into the truck, UI-Iey, fellow, Hnished your work this morning? and beckon to the eager boy to join him while driving to town to do the daily errands. As they talked, there grew between them a dear secret, almost a password. Tommy would tell Toddy of a little golden pullet. She was perfection in every way, and Toddy could readily see her soft golden feathers ruffle as a tiny Zephyr played with them. The man and the boy planned how, one day, they would discover this pullet, raise her, set her, and eventually have a small clean farm where, each day, the two of them would work and care for the offspring of their Golden Pullet. page 73 Milestone Then Tommy left his happy home to ight so that Toddy could ponder and dream about the Golden Pullet securely. When his other brothers left, too, that spring, Toddy held the full responsibility of the chickens: the boy not only collected the eggs and fed the chickens, but he also helped his daddy set them. Each day, Toddy would take great care with the chickens, and, after he had finished his jobs, he would sit upon the steps of the chicken house Kas he was nowl , thinking about.The Golden Pulletg his dimples would tack a smile in his face, and, he would skip off, merry with the exuberance of youth, to find and inspect a new distraction. One morning Ruthie, the big black hen, brought forth from her ten polished eggs, ten wee puffs, upon one of which the sun had bestowed, as a blessing, its own brilliant yellow: tiny lights shimmered through the fluffy coat of the chick, as its fairy-godmother shone down. Toddy knew that this was The Golden Pullet. And so it came about that with the God-forbidding silence of a seven-year-old, Toddy kept his secret until Tommy would get home. The boy and the chicken became attached, as only a youngster and an animal can: often that summer, when he had no other job to do, Toddy would tuck the pullet under his arm: and, utterly content, they would start off down the dirt road: the dust would tickle Toddy's toes, and the Golden Pullet would give forth a complaisant chuckle. The fall came. The trees stood nodding at each other while the fall breeze rustled the ruliies of their bright dresses, and each field lay at rest, waiting for the iirst snow flurries to hide its tired brown face. And with the fall came lessons, even for seven-year-olds. And after school, Toddy would skurry home to a piece of bread and butter and The Golden Pullet. One crisp day, having just learned of Tommy's expected return tomorrow, he met the neighboring Commission man, Mr. Sam, on his way to talk to Toddy's daddy. Nl-li, there, young feller, said Mr. Sam, and oh! how good the world seemed to Toddyl Home, that aftrnoon, Toddy, of course, went right to the Golden Pullet, but the bird was not there. Angry at first with his pullet, the boy, suddenly realizing what had happened, rushed, with a stinging sensation in his chest and eyes, to his father, and asked with faltering words, A'NVhere are the chickens? Why, I sold a few of them today to Mr. Sam, Toddy. Why? A deluge of tears followed this, but, after much effort, Toddy's Daddy succeeded in finding out his son's story. How the boy's hopes ran wild when he saw his handsome daddy go to the telephone and ring up Mr. Saml But, alas, the hearty voice of Mr. Sam carried to Toddy, No, Tom, I'm sorry about it, but I'm afraid the young feller's little hen got took down to the station with them others, and by now - let's see - yep, 'fraid so, it's 4:30 now, and they was to be put on the 4:lO westbound. Sure am sorry, Tom - and so with heavy foot and broken heart, the boy shulflled out and sat, crushed, on the steps of the chicken house. The child sought, in vain, to discover why, just a day before Tommy was to arrive home from the wars, his surprise and all chance page 74 J Milestone of pleasing his brother had had to be taken away. And so he sat, remembering Tommy and their hopes, and fearing that he would never be able to speak of the Golden Pullet again. Softly, that fat tear drop made its appearance. As he walked toward the house, Toddy stumbled, and as though he were in a dream, from out of nowhere strong arms lifted him out of the air, high, high, above their owner's head. Tommy - 'AThey fooled me, Tod. I got out a day sooner, and here I am! Toddy gave his brother a big bear hug, but recalled, sadly, his thoughts a few minutes ago, It will never be the same again between us. Mommy and Daddy had left: Tommy got down on one knee and said to his little brother, Do you know what I thought of when I was off there lighting Japs, Toddy? Well, I thought about our chicken farm and the Golden Pullet, Do you remember our talks? Toddy wanted to speak of his joyous plans to show Tommy the Golden Pullet, how glad he knew Tommy would have been because of the fulfillment of their hopes, but only said weakly, Yes, and wished to avoid all further discourse on this unhappy matter. Toddy noticed, thankfully, that Tommy had risen and was lifting from the porch table a big box, seemingly having forgotten his previous remarks. The box was placed before the boy's slightly drooping figure. I think you'll like what's in this box, Tod. I got it while I was waiting for Ben Barnes to give me a ride home. I-Ie had to meet the 4:10 wesbound and help load some stock on her. While I was helping too, this is what I found. Open it, fellow. Dejected, but still glad for new diversion, Toddy tediously opened the box. The lid fell back. There a dainty golden pullet arched her neck. Startled and mystified, Toddy gasped, 'iOhI Is it - .I-Ie noted the black mark on the chicken's beak. Beaming, Toddy lifted ever-loving eyes to his brothers fine face, and with a happy chirrup, thc Golden Pullet settled herself busily in the curve of the boy's arm. TONI AVERY, '48 . S wwlmwffw 1-' X-. ll 75 We M aw www W-L5 Milestone g High School Story-Honorable Mention THE HEART MUST LAUGH Ann tossed the covers away from her and sat up in bed. The rain beat a steady tattoo against the windows and seemed to match the trace of tears in her eyes. She leaned back against the pillows and emitted a long, tear-choked sigh, her eyes red-rimmed from lack of sleep and recent crying. i'Ann, dear, she heard her mother repeat, time to get up. Almost noon. i'All right, l'm awake, she answered dimly, not particularly caring if her mother heard or not. Oh, l'm so miserable! She wept into the dampish pillows, beating them as if they were the cause of all her troubles. After this storm of tears had exhausted itself, she climbed slowly out of bed and walked to the opposite side of the room, where she took a stand. Hrmly, in front of the dressing table mirror. Ann now indulged in looking at the swollen face reflected in front of her. 'AIt's really not so bad, when it's just natural, she thought, making allowances for the present condition of her face, 'land my hair isn't too bad to look at, and my figure is passable in anybody's language. These thoughts were quite over-critical at the time, because Ann was Hquite easy to look at, with deep, almost violet eyes, accented by long, dark eyelashes and straight eyebrows. Her nose was inclined to be a little short, but it was thin and straight, and her full, rounded lips made up for anything lacking in her nose structure. Her hair was naturally curly, waving slightly over her forehead and hanging in soft curls over her shoulders. As for her figure, it was definitely passable, and her natural grace added even more to her loveliness. ln other words, Ann Clark came very close to being beautiful. These things did not seem to comfort Ann in any respect, and her troubles were still as big as ever. Sitting at her dressing table, brushing her hair mechanically, she again thought over all that had happened to her in the past two weeks. Two weeks ago, she had been happy and carefree: now she felt lost and unhappy. The event which had brought about the tragedy in Ann's formerly peaceful life, had been the arrival of one Bonnie Lee Stevenson. Bonnie was from a plantation in Nlasonfield, Alabama, and had every aspect of the Old South, about her. While Ann was nearly beautiful, Bonnie was indeed exquisite, and did not have even the slight- est hint of a short nose. She was endowed not only with a perfect face, but also with gorgeous blond hair and a deep southern accent. Every- thing about her was feminine, and Bonnie, lacking neither brains nor beauty, accented her attributes to their fullest capacity. Thus in two weeks Bonnie, had made every boy her champion and the majority of the girls her jealous enemies. Among the boys was a certain gentleman who went under the descriptive name of Sandy Murdock. Sandy's light, golden-brown hair, plus his handsome face and engaging grin, went with six feet, three inches of powerful and well distributed manhood, which had previously been the sole property of page 76 ggi f Wg gg W f Mz'Iestone Ann. Speculation had occurred as to who his commander would be, with the arrival of Miss Stevenson, who now seemed to have complete charge of the situation. As a matter of fact, Sandy paid no more atten- tion to Ann, but devoted all his time and allowance to Bonnie. Another problem now had arisen in the form of the Country Club dance, which was being held the following Saturday, and naturally it was a must on every girl's social calendar. Yesterday, Monday, Sandy still had not asked Ann: so she had accepted a date with Bill Arthurk who had called last night. Ann was sure she would be miserable with him, but she had to go, if only to spite Sandy, Today, however, she regretted it, because, she thought, Sandy might still ask me, and now I couldn't accept. These, then, were the reasons for Ann's sleepless night and for the many tears that had been shed in the process. Ann finally finished dressing, camouliaged as best she could the signs of crying, and went downstairs to her breakfast. Mrs. Clark, if she did see any traces of her daughter's emotional upset, tactfully avoided mentioning it and instead said that she thought Ann ought to have a new dress for the dance. Ann, there's the most adorable black evening dress at the Junior Shop that I thought you might like for the dance. It's rather expensive and I don't approve of your wearing black much, but I think it would look quite well on you, and besides I think you need a new dress, Could you come down town with me this afternoon? 'AThat'd be swell, thanks! Ann answered, trying to make her voice sound cheerful, even though the mention of the dance made her wince inwardly. That afternoon she went with her mother to see the dress, and immediately bought it. The dress was something every girl wants, and the thought of having such a glamorous gown deinitely gave her spirits a lift. Wednesday through Friday passed too quickly for Ann, even with the added blow that Sandy was taking Bonnie Saturday night. That morning Ann was hovering between the idea of getting sick and not going, and the thought that, if she didn't go, she wouldn't be able to see Sandy. Deciding to see the thing through, now that she had started, she spent that afternoon getting ready. This process included putting on nail polish. seeing that all her clothes were in perfect order, washing her hair, taking a bath, and, finally, getting dressed. By the time all this had been accomplished, and her make-up put on with great care, Bill had arrived, and was waiting downstairs. The thought of going with Bill seemed to her almost like going with her father, as Bill and she had grown up together and had lived next door to one another most of this time. When she went downstairs, however, she was a bit surprised to discover that in a tux, he seemed very good- looking, Bill is three inches shorter than Sandy, and his hair is just plain blond, nothing exciting, she thought, mentally comparing the two, but I guess he'll just have to do for tonight. Bill whistled low under his breath when he saw her enter the room. Why, madam, he said, I never knew I had such a glamorous gal for a neighbor! I'd better catch up on what I've been missing these yearsY page 77 Ml.f9SfOH6 With these words, he presented her with a corsage box and a courtly bow, a smile twitching at the corners of his mouth, which sent Ann into gay laughter. Saying goodbye to Mr. and Mrs. Clark, they drove to the Country Club in fairly good humor. Ann's lasted only as far as the steps, however, where the sound of people laughing and the soft playing of the orchestra reminded her that Sandy and Bonnie were in there, some- where, together. With this thought, the old jealousy and pain stabbed at her heart, and she went into the powder-room practically in tears. Later, dancing with Bill, she cheered up somewhat, as he proved to be a wonderful dancer. Though the rest of the boys cut in, Sandy refrained. This hurt her terribly, and Bill somehow seemed to know and understand. Having a good time? he asked gently. Oh, yes, a wonderful time! Everything's just fine! she replied, almost completely truthful. A'Don't worry about Sandy. Annie: he'll realize what Bonnie's like soon, and what a marvelous gal he's passing by, in you. ThanksY she whispered, huskily, and squeezed his hand. l'll try to be more convincing from now on. You know something, Ann? You can kid yourself into thinking that you're having fun by just laughing every now and then, but you can't fool me. 'Til you laugh from the bottom of your heart, I'll know you're not completely happy. So don't worry about keeping up pretenses with me: l've known you too long to be fooled. Just relax, and don't do or say anything you don't want to, 'cause l'll understand. After that, nothing more was mentioned on the subject of Sandy or how she felt about him, but it seemed to her that a weight had been lifted from her heart. and she forgot all her troubles in her new gaiety. Sandy cut in on her Hnally, his usual charming self, and Ann was surprised that she felt no delight or glory in dancing and talking to him, Instead, she watched Bill talking to a group of his friends, seeing the respect in their eyes for him. Realising what a fool she'd been, passing up something that was fine and true for the glamour of someone like Sandy, she waited expectantly for Bill to cut in on her, but Bill didn't move from his friends. Every now and then she caught his eyes follow- ing Sandy and herself around the dance floor and suddenly realised that he was trying to give her what he thought she preferred. Ann interrupted Sandy in something he was saying about football and excused herself. Bill saw her as she came toward him, and walked over to meet her. Taking her in his arms, he danced with her quietly to the music for a minute, and happiness and joy overwhelmed her. Looking up at him, she smiled gaily and said, 'ANow, Bill, I am completely happy: everything is as it should be. Bill, seeing her smile, laughed contentedly, and held her tighter. He could tell that she was not pretending, for her heart was laughing, too. DEBoRAH WILDER, '46 page 78 Milestone High School Essay -First Prize LISTEN Listen? Can you hear it? Listen, not with your ears, but with your whole soul and imagination. Yes, your ears are too small, too inadequate to capture the entire character, the full opulence of personality in the music. Your ears are merely instruments which allow the music to lift you, carry you, to crush and mold you in its many moods. Listen! Open yourself wide. Let this music penetrate into your very veins and nerves, Feel the music, immortal in its opening strains. It floats as if resting on billowy mists that are gently stirred by a breeze. Then it changes to the role of wind and blows the leaves in a swirling game of tag. You can see it. You can feel it. But you are a bystander not for long. You, too, must enter into the game. You are a tiny particle of dust. The music rises away from its opening theme and catches you up with friendly fingers. Up, up you are swept, losing sight of the world and all that is mundane. Your senses are not your own. They belong only to the ethereal bars of music. You are free. The light. yet steady strains throw you about in a sphere studded with gleaming joys and freedom. Worry, sadness, and all unpleasantness is chased away. You are ineffably happy here in the playful, joyous power of music, Listen! lt grows bolder. lt struts, now nonchalant, now diflident, lt trills and ripples like tiny waves chasing themselves down the smooth, sandy stretch, each on millions of tinkling glass feet. It becomes loud suddenly. The ripples are grotesquely transformed into heaving breakers smashing wildly on cutting boulders. ln the turmoil of sound, you are cast from your God-like paradise. Lost, you are pursued by the monster, Faster, down, down you spin, thrilling and yet harassed by fear. Listen! You are once again yourself, The fear and falling are gone. You are suspended in a haven, once again with the world in sight below you and your studded heaven above you, You are overcome by drowsiness and comfort instilled by the music. Love and Beauty sail around you on silvery ships. They take you on board and you drift at random through a sea of sunset. But soon the sea is disturbed by stormy music. Your ships are tossed about and again you fall. The terrific roar of the symphony is almost unbearable, and yet it is awing and inspirational. lt hurls its planet-like weight after you. In its omnipotence you are but a slinking puppy, crouching from your master's rod. You are minute and lost, and in your feeling of weakness, the symphony seems to overpower your tiny form. lt exalts in its own richness and luster, leaping victoriously to its climax. Silence falls, silence like that unheard in the depths of a dense forest, asleep at night. But is the multi-mooded. glorious, and enchanting spell to be broken? No. Listen! You can hear it still. lt is music that lingers., always lingers, beautiful, like the golden resounding of a church bell: powerful, like the roar of a mighty locomotive after it has rounded the bend far clown the tracks. You can always hear it. lt can awe you, thrill you, invigorate and depress you. lt is always there. Listen! LoNsDALE GREEN, 46 page 79 Mz'IestOne i W fit IP 5 IN BEHALF OE THE STREET LIGHT When a young man whispers in a low tone: Ah, Light of my life, chances are that he is not talking about a street light. This only goes to show that the average young man doesn't appreciate to the fullest extent the advantages and assets of the street light. Universally, people ignore it, walk by it, completely unobservant of its services to the earth. And who can blame them? Certainly not I, for, as yet, lVl.G.lVl. hasn't produced a film portraying a handsome, poverty-stricken young inventor, in the person of Don Ameche, starving, slaving over his latest invention, the street light! Yes, until that day. the street light will continue to stand unnoticed: and its inventor, be he Greek, Roman. Egyptian, or cave man, will lie unrecognized in the recesses of the earth. As fruitless as this attempt may be, I shall try to point out to the reader some of the contributions which the street light has made toward the safety and beauty of any city, town, or hamlet in which it is employed. The most obvious use of the street light is that of guiding motorists and pedestrians after dark. Sometime during your past, long or short as it may be, you have undoubtedly heard these lines from the old nursery rhyme, Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star : Then the traveller in the dark, Thanks you for your little spark: He could not tell which way to go If you did not twinkle so. Well, what would happen to the poor traveller on cloudy nights if it weren't for the street light? This is a rather far-fetched example, but surely you will agree with me that automobiles would be running on the sidewalks, and the late strollers would be falling over fire plugs if they depended entirely upon starlight without any help from the 'AGas and Electric Co. Just for experimentation and the sake of satisfying your curiosity, that is if your mind is temporarily in reverse. try driving a car through Rookwood Subdivision, without the use of headlights, on some night when the street lights are out. If they can't arrange to be out, try using a 'Abee-bee gun. After ending up in someone's fishpond or in the middle of a briar hedge Ctake your choice - it's your carl, page 80 Milestone I think that everyone will agree that street lights are indispensable as far as guiding someone in the dark goes. Closely connected with the street light's use as a beacon, is the sense of security that it gives to the lone wanderer, After all, adults are just grown children, and the same fear of unknown, unpredictable perils is prevalent in both. Why does a child cry at bedtime? Why does a late caller hesitate to go home? Because the imagination creates images present only in the dark. When in the protective rays of a street light, the traveller assumes his self-confidence once more. No matter what you say, dear reader, even you feel ill at ease alone on a dark street, and you must admit that the frequency of street lights prevents one from arriving at his or her destination with a remarkable supply of ideas for a pip of a nightmare. l shall let you make your own deduction from that, for, unless he is of a definitely morbid character, no one cherishes the memory of a nightmare, and to most people any sort of prevention is welcomed. Therefore, l say that the use of the street light as a haven equals its use as a guide. Quite often street lights have been used as landmarks. Surely, when making inquiry about your way, someone has said to you, Three blocks west and turn left at the second lamp post, or We're the white house with the green street light in front, ' After school when city children gather for a game of hide and seek, they often use a lamp post as home free. And what would the romantic novelist do without a street light for the hero and heroine to meet under? fPerhaps l should say: What would the hero and heroine do? j Think of the usefulness in the lamp post, itself. Mailboxes often are hung on it, as are traflic signs and posters. During conventions and elections one might find flags, streamers, and all sorts of pictures pasted over every free inch of post. The previous items are not the only things that one finds on lamp posts. l-lave you ever noticed the odd collections that gather there on October 3 l P Also, just think of the reckless drivers who would have ended up goodness-knows-where had not a friendly lamp post kindly stopped them. Disregarding the useful side of the street light, for a moment, let us take up its scenic qualities. Have you ever glanced out of the window in midwinter to see the gleam of a near-by street light reflected in the tranquil snow like a million diamonds? Beautiful, isn't it? ln any season one can find beauty in the city through street lights. There is an old-fashioned gas light outside my window, behind which a maple tree has spread its branches throughout the years, so that now they almost envelop the whole lamp. ln the fall there is nothing lovelier than to see the amber glow filtering up through the whole tree. Another fascinating sight is that of the lights of the Parkway, weaving, turning, just as if a huge, luminous serpent were devouring Cincinnati, And on hot, stuffy summer evenings when the front porch feels like the inside of an oven, the cool, clear light of a near-by street light seems to pierce the thickness of the humidity and float gently down on you with each stirring breeze. Although a street light is not something a poet would write sonnets to, it is one of those unrecognized figures which makes a city beautiful. Motu' MAISH, '48 page 81 Milestone , -2 -4. H igol v f I 4 - A I . N J THE LAKE xc The first day I saw the lake, I looked out from the window of my room. lt was not as I had expected, but smooth and oily, like dark polished glass: dull and sombre. There was no motion: there were no sails on the surface, just a vast, empty, dark expanse. The sky was lcaden, and barren of clouds, reaching far out to where the horizon should be. but merging into the gloom of the water, a continuation of the gloomy colors, varying from slate gray to muddy purple. This scene instilled the mood of fear, of foreboding, and no one ventured forth. NVhen night came, the small moon weakly struggled through the heavy sky and glimmered faintly on the still water. As I awoke, next morning, I heard the continual swishing of water rushing in and out. The sky was bright, clear blue with soft white clouds. The waves were lusty. vigorous, full of life, relentlessly rolling in: white-capped, inviting and challenging, like a gay antagonist. Sails floated out on the gleaming, bright horizon. All day the noisy, gay waters washed the shore, At night the moon shimmered and glittered on the restless waves. Another day, the sky was packed with rolling dark clouds, the sun breaking through to make a great contrast. The lake was loud and angry: the waves were powerful and rough, throwing spray into my window. The wind swirled the sand about in fury. There was no gay invitation to even the most adventurous: no sails appeared. The horizon seemed closer, with a bright sharp light between the water and the sky. The moon hardly shone that night. Then came a balmy day, not cool, not warm. The lazy clouds drifted in a peaceful sky. The waves lesiurely lapped the shore, the sails drifted gracefully out to the far distant horizon. The full moon spread a brilliant pathway from the sky to the beach beneath my window. JANE MCINTYRE. '47 High School Essay - Second Prize INTERNATIGNAL GASTRONOMICS As you know, there was a ban on traveling in this country, and, of course, only those in the armed forces or connected with the war were traveling in foreign countries. Nevertheless, we decided to get page 82 Milestone around the OPA and enjoy rubbing elbows with people of other countries. We did it all in Chicago. We indulged in prandial research. Russia was our first objective: therefore we Went to The Yar, a most authentic Russian restaurant. We were greeted in the lobby by a blue-smocked head waiter. The waiters wore less elaborate smocks. The Russian Orchestra gave off robust tunes and dances by Russian com- posers. XVe were presented with a menu of foods with long Russian names. As we waited for our food, which we ordered out of curiosity, not knowing what it would be, we gazed at the decorated walls. There were paintings of Russian characters. Russian wolf hounds, legendary figures of Russian history, all in the brilliant colors used in such paintings. The dish we chose turned out to be hamburger with a Russian sauce. The meal was topped off with a typical desert of rum cake fi la Russe. We felt transported for a time to a foreign place. As we left The Yar, we noticed there were other interesting places near by. Another night we chose Jacques, which is a fine French Restaurant. This place was tucked away in our minds as a very special excursion in gastronomics. The French head waiter in tuxedo and monocle led us to a quaint open-air patio much like the gardens in New Orleans. The diners sat beneath multicolored umbrellas, and the tables were arranged around a central fountain which was surrounded by flower boxes. Screaming gay birds in cages added to the scene. This time the menu was not so confusing: but, even so, one of the party chose a dish which turned out to be hamburger with a French sauce. French wine and French pastry topped this meal. The next gourmandic trip was to Alt Heidelberg Restaurant, a typical Cierman establishment with a Bavarian orchestra that played tunes by German composers and was loudly applauded, The waiters wore red silk jackets with bright brass buttons. Along the walls were trumpets from which hung red-bordered flags. German beer flowed without end, Again we chose from the menu and again the choice of one of the party turned out be hamburger, this time with just good brown gravy. Then on Sunday night we sought out The Blue Danube. which was a typical Hungarian eating place. The room was cool and dark, but the walls were illuminated, and little Hungarian scenes with typical costumes on the people attracted our attention. In the front, but behind the orchestra stand, was a scene of Budapest. It was interesting because there are really two cities, one on each bank of the Danube River. The orchestra was a truly Hungarian group, many were Hungarian gypsies, and there was a cymbalon, a strange musical instru- ment that looks somewhat like a piano but with a top like a dulcimer, with wires that are struck by little felt-covered hammers. The enter- tainers were dressed in the bright peasant dress of Hungary. The menu had typical Hungarian dishes on it. Some chose goulash: others, chicken paprika: but one chose a dish, hoping for something unusual, with hamburger as the result. Thus far we had had hamburger in four different languages. The evening was gay and noisy with sweet music and singing and whistling. Our interest was engaged by the name Shangri-Ia, land of dreams, peace, and rest. This turned out to be a Cantonese place with Chinese page 83 Milestone g F - waiters that ran at a dog trot. carrying loaded trays high up above their heads on stiflly extended arms, balancing the trays on three fingers. The furniture was of bamboo, the lights were rosy colored, and the vines and jungle plants extended from the ceiling. We couldn't even guess what the Chinese dishes were when we read the menu and so we asked the smiling waiter in the coolie coat to choose for us. We had a fine chicken soup in little cup-like bowls, a meat dish with green bean sprouts and rice, no bread of any kind, no extras. - the sauce was of mush- rooms. Our desert was almond cookies and tea, fragrant golden tea served in little handleless cups. This time there was no hamburger. We enjoyed our excursion in foreign lands, taking our tour in gastronomics in Chicago. ANNE MCTNTYRE, '47 'Ss Q X X W - High School Essay-Honorable Mention WHAT CHRISTMAS IS Christmas is many things. To little children, it is stockings and Santa Claus. lt is Christmas trees and candy canes and presents. lt is excitement and happiness. Little eyes sparkle, little hands clap, little feet dance up and down. lt is learning about Joseph and Mary and little Jesus: it is singing Away in a Manger. lt is playing with new trains and putting tired dollies to bed. lt is putting on new snow-suits and trying out new sleds. lt is joy and gladness. lt is Christmas. To the grown-ups, Christmas is different. Last year it was different from this year. Last year, like this, overseas packages were mailed by October fifteenth: but then you waited two or three months to learn if they had, or had not arrived. You sent Johnny a flashlight Cif you could get onej, or a pen, and, especially, lots of photographs. On Christmas Eve, you wrote him a long letter, telling him how everything was at home, saying you hoped he had received your packages, and thanking him for the bracelet he mailed from Paris, or the ridiculous grass skirt from the South Seas, You told him how you missed him, and how you hoped he would be back soon: you were crying as you wrote, but you mustn't let the tears splash on the paper, that thin air-mail sheet, which took longer than V-Mail to reach him, but it was something of yours that went to him - maybe. If you were lucky, that was what you did. That was Christmas to page 84 Milestone your waiting and longing, but still hoping. If you were not lucky, it was different. You were all by yourself on Christmas Eve, because you wanted to be alone with your memories. You went to your desk, or your hope- chest, or wherever you kept his letters, and took them all out, Then you looked at his picture, inscribed, in a beloved hand, To my darling Janie, or To my best girl, Pat. There he was grinning at you in that crazy way of his. Remember how you teased him about that ridiculous lock of hair that was always falling over his left eye? Remember how he sent it to you, in his first letter? Angel, he had said, treasure this lock. I finally persuaded the barber to give it to me, and now the whole camp calls me 'Curlylocksf You did treasure it, and there it was, blond and curly as ever. Remember how you used to flick it back from his face? And how you wondered where the owner was. So this was Christmas? What was so merry about it? Honey, he wrote in another letter, I am now on a tropical island, which would be beautiful, if it weren't for the fox-holes and barbed wire, The ocean is blue, the sun is hot, and the mosquitoes are awful. How I wish I were home! That's what he had wanted most, to come home, And here it was Christmas, and he was never coming home, because he was lying some- where on a South Sea island, under a white wooden cross. I-Ie was dead, and yet they talked about Peace on Earth: Good-will toward Men. Outside, children were singing: God rest you merry, gentlemen: let nothing you dismay. Let nothing you dismay? Johnny was gone, Johnny who loved you: and Tommy - you never met Tommy, but he was in love with somebody, Johnny, and Tommy, and Rodney, and Monty, and Pierre, and Jean, and Juan, and Ivan, and Dmitri: thousands and thousands of them, dead or dying. Was this Christmas: death and sorrow, and loneliness? I-Iis next letter was one you would cherish always. 'Alf anything happens to me, darling, don't worry too hard. Have a good cry, and then go on as if nothing had happened. I know you won't forget me, but just remember me as a guy who stepped into your life for a while, and then stepped out again. Now, don't worry, darling, I don't intend to get killed by some puny little yellow- faced monkey. It's just that we do a lot of thinking out here in our fox- holes, with the bullets whistling past, We are all homesick and when we get together, we bring out our muddy-fingered snap-shots, and talk about our wives and sweethearts and kids, Before I came out here, I didn't expect to come back, but now I know I will. Just wait till the doorbell rings, and you see me standing therel Baby, just remember this: we don't think the job were doing is so big: it's just something that's got to be done. We are going to get it done, quick, for you, Baby, and all the people in the world. Well, he would never ring your doorbell now, He would never laugh with you, or take you to the movies. I-Ie was gone, and yet he wasn't, really. I-Ie had given you the most precious thing he had to give, and he wasn't sorry when he did. He wouldn't ring your doorbell any more, but there were memories. Maybe that was Christmas: a time to blot out sorrows, and keep page 85' Milestone the pleasant memories. That's what he wanted you to do, and that's what you would do. For you, Christmas was a time of memories, of happiness, a time to be happy, and to make others happy, a time for giving, a time for love, for singing, and visiting, and going to church. That was Christmas. This year is different. The guns are stilled - we hope, forever. Thousands of boys have come home: and for those who will never come home, the longing is no longer so aching, but wistful, sad, perhaps a little philosophical. The war is over. The little things you missed are here: you laugh now over what once seemed so colossal. Gas rationing is over: meat rationing is over: shoe rationing is over. Soon you can buy nylons, radios, and cars. I-low important they were, when you couldn't get them? You wonder why you thought so much of little things that didn't matter! Maybe you are one of the lucky ones who didn't lose somebody dear to you. NVe hope you are, but you must be one of a few. Those of us who have suffered will, in time, forget the bitterness and horror of what is past, and do our best to make this world a better one, You are not going to wait till New Year's to write your resolutions: you are going to make them now. For you, Christmas is a time of peace and good will, and of resolve to help your fellow man. So you want to be a philanthropist? Well, that's fine, if you stick to it. Doesn't seem to be much wrong now, does there? The war's over, life is almost normal again. Really, there isn't much to do. You can sit down to a Christmas table heaped with turkey, sauces, vegetables, fruits salads, and nuts, and top off dessert with a glass of champagne. But, wait a minute: if you really want to be benevolent, here are some facts that might help your There is probably not one little boy or girl in France today who has ever tasted ice-cream. Few of them have ever seen an ice cube. The only chocolate they know is what the Americans have given them. But that's only the beginning. Maybe you live down South, and you don't realize how cold it can be. Maybe you live in Maine, or Massachusetts, or Minnesota, or Ohio, and you need all your winter clothes. But do you really need them? The wind blows cold in Paris, Brussels, Oslo, Moscow. The snow falls fast in the Pyrenees and the Carpathians. Food is scarce. Paris children gather twigs from the Bois de Boulogne, to feed their tiny fires. Berlin children crawl through the rubbish of Unter den Linden, looking for food that is not there. Freezing, starving Poles and Czechs shiver in drafty railway stations, waiting for trains that may, or may not, come. Little Jewish skeletons sip their meagre bowls of porridge, nibble at the single hunk of black bread, that it may last longer. They are starving, They are freezing. They are dying. This is Christmas. Christmas, they teach us as children, means peace and love, understanding and giving. You who have so much, give to those who have so little, Stretch out your plenteous hands across the sea toward the broken, fragile, scrawny souls and bodies. Give them your hearts, your hands, your love. For love is God, and God is Christmas, and we were made in God's image to love one another. CAMERON DILL, 146 page 86 Milestone High School Poem --First Prize BLAME THE SCIENTIST The world is a brilliant sphere of flame, Torn by jagged boulders ten miles high Which rip out canyons that are continents wide In which men by the millions make their graves. The mountains crash to earth with deaf'ning roars, Burying cities with their burnt remains, Which instantly are seized and whirled on high And dumped into the lashing ocean waves. ELIZABETH CARSON, '48 I flip, Q ,M ill First Prize Primary Drawing Elizabeth Foshdll, Third Grade PRISONER OE WAR Tones sepulchral and a hollow voice had he, Deep in his head, like two incandescent coals, Burned his eyes- Eyes that were black, and blacker with despair, Gaunt of frame, beaten, and broken, he Who, not so long ago, had for the last time Kissed his dying child, Watched Death, with his bloody scythe, reap harvest. His skeleton lingers gripped his grimy cup. Burning, terrible eyes for the last time looked Upon this world- World of torment, hunger, sickness, and despair. Today, he and three hundred others died. His glutted guard, a snarl of loathing on his puffy lips, Dragged him off, And thrust him, roughly, into the burial pit. Oh, you who live well in security, How could you have allowed this man to die, Tortured and starved: Forsaken him and let him die like this? A few of you foresaw the coming storm, But those few could not stem the rushing tide And were imprisoned, And died, and still are dying there, like Hies. flnspired by pictures of the Nazi prison camps, and by stories of Nazi atrocitiesj NANCY FosHAY, '48 page 87 Milestone High School Poem - Second Prize MSCI-IUBERT REMINDS ME OE A TREE IN WINTER A tall black silhouette: a cold, white sky, Long, lonesome branches and a mournful sigh. Priendless and freezing: a proud, mammoth tree. Long racking sobs blow the last leaves free. One crying heart and its music which was great. Fingers made by genius and a world made by hate. Cold, proud and hungry: a despairing soul Dying unwanted, unknowing, at its goal. BETTY CHAPMAN, '48 J ,N e.. WI Q' f' ' x at 'Nils , f' I' ., H High School Poem - Honorable Mention RED IS EOR COURAGE As though its life were not enough and had to be of brighter stuff Than that of which other states Are made, with forests green and fields -With beigey weeds and seeds of jutes- As though it had not been content with common lot which God had sent Her other friends whose hearts Were humble but not noble less Than those with race and grace as rootse- She bears a sign, and though you doubt, and think that it was made without I-Ier destiny's bright star As guide, or that she should in honor wear A branch with pain and shame as fruits- She wears it now and always will, though noise of civil strife is still And gone's the fuel on which it fed. And who's to say it's not a sign, When, looking 'neath her friendly pine, We Hnd that Georgia's soil is red. HARRIET BIERY, '46 page 88 4 i Milestone THEN WE SHALL KNOW Do you ever wonder- just wonder, What it is that lies beyond? Beyond the stars, beyond the blue, Beyond the bright, beyond the dark? Do you ever ponder on what you cannot know? What lies between the mists and winds? Why Time will never turn or stop? Why Life won't change to nothingness? Do you ever dream of what may be someday? Will l remember then this hour? Will l know then what lies beyond, And what are joy and sadness? Do you ever wonder what Fear can be? Wonder if gladness is real and alive? lf there truly is a life beyond? Wonder if we really live and die? Do you ever think that earth may crumble, And sky and all above may disappear? It is then that we shall know at last What lies beyond, what is life we and death. LONSDALE GREEN, '46 V, in, H gr - ff fx at Milestone 7 ON TRAVELINC1 ON A DAY COACH How fortunate are those people who live in places obscure and uncivilized. who know nothing of the electric toaster, the steam-boat, or the railroad coach! I-low peaceful their lives: yet how barren! They could never experience the triumph the train traveler experiencs at that victorious moment when he has successfully tripped, stepped upon, and outrun at least three peace-loving individuals in a race for a seat. They could never know the pride a qualified traveler feels as he walks the length of the car with firm, deliberate steps, never once grasping desperately at the nearest arm, or tottering unbecomingly into some- body's lap. Perhaps you, as the traveler, have overlooked these little triumphs and successes, taking it all for granted-that is, a trip as a thing to be endured but not loved, void of all humor and experience. This theory is not true. Let us start from the beginning of the journey of enlightenment. You have known the mad rush for the last reservation on an airplane, then the hours standing in line at the Pullman office, only to find that the last seat is taken by the man directly in front of you, short, bald, and fatigued, who looks as though he should stay at home with his wife and ten kiddies, anyhow. There is, however, always the coach, and your friend in a not-too-distant city is expecting you. The day arrives for the trip. It is about five in the morning, and pitch black. You are sleepy and want to go back to bed. and the taxi hasn't come yet. Members of your family are clinging to you tearfully, but really anxious to get you out of the house and return to a semi- peaceful existence, without flying suitcases and ringing telephones. At last the taxi, minutes late, comes roaring down the street, to everyone's relief, It resembles a thing obviously thrown together by a disinterested car builder, with noticeably bad aim. No matter, it is a vehicle which will convey you to the station in Hfteen minutes, you hope. The station, a madhouse for millions, all hurrying, shoving, pushing, and yet all looking remarkably sanel The tide carries you to a gate where a man, obviously bored with the whole thing. calls out places in an unintelligible tongue. You stand with hundreds of people at the gate, scheming ways to get through Hrst, but as it happens, you are always last through. I have found though, that a sturdy suitcase held by the teeth, and a cumbersome golf bag over the shoulder helps a great deal in dividing the crowd for yourself. Once you are through, it is fairly easy to sprint ahead. You may make enemies for life, but a seat is practically assured for you. If sprinting is impossible, you'll just have to fight. I have already described the struggle for a seat. I shall presume that you are seated as comfortably as possible, and are heartily gloating at the numerous people you have upset in your flight down the length of the aisle. You are sitting, anxiously awaiting your companion. Dozens of people come straggling by before that one sits down next to you. Will it be a man or woman? XVill he be young and attractive? Will she be pleasant? Awaiting your companion is like opening a Christmas package, but the results aren't always the same. It is easy to strike up a conversation once your companion is seated. After a while he will undoubtedly say, Are you going far? The usual reply is Yes, I'm page 90 Milestone going all the way to - - -. How about you? The rest of the conver- sation differs, according to whether your companion likes the scenery, symphonies, or smorgasbord. Time passes quickly when there is someone with whom to talk, and soon you get that old feeling which means a meal is in order. Where is the diner? You ask the conductor. who bursts rudely into hysterics, to your embarrassment. Obviously there isn't one. There is, however, always the little man with the liver sandwiches and salted peanuts. Sometimes the menu varies, and you have a choice between sausage and liver. Sometimes he has coffee, or tomato juice, or such luxuries as juicy apples and rich, creamy chocolate bars. If you have an especially de luxe coach, you may even get literature with your meal- Cowboy Stories or The Holy Roller Weekly. A wise person will bring his own lunch, or at least campaign to sit next to someone who has brought his. Sometimes you can wheedle a sandwich: sometimes, only a tomato seed in the eye, but at least you won't starve to death. Ho, hum: No matter where you are, your eyelids have a way of drooping after a meal: so a short nap is necessary. lt is one of the hardest things for a girl to look her best while slouching against a crumpled coat piled in the corner, trying to get some sleep. It is the best policy to remove all excess hats, gloves, and other articles while napping, because it doesn't look then as if you fell into such a comical state accidentally. When your mouth drops open ridiculously, people may think you wanted it that way on purpose. You can even look fairly attractive if you droop yourself correctly over the arm of the seat. People might look at you and say, A charming sylph who is unused to trains and wishes to be back among the woodlands. Such a thing has never happened to me, but I feel that there must be some type of girl who looks attractive on a coach seat. All good things must come to an end, including naps. You awaken when your companion accidently drops his suitcase on your head, just as the train is pulling into the station. In two minutes, you are standing in the aisle ready to hop off the train. A sudden stop sends you flying boldly forwards into the back of a chagrined, but more stable passen- ger, You are pushed off the train and up the ramp to the station, looking for a familiar face among thousands. Sometimes a pathetic expression on your face brings a redcap or Traveler's Aid attendant, a person who is always helpful. No familiar face is waiting, principally because the train is two hours late, but there is always a taxi, Within two hours, at least, you will be soaking languidly in a bubble bath, babbling delightedly to your friend, ready for any kind of evening. Even after a train trip, life goes on as usual. It wasn't so bad, was it? At least it was enlightening, you keep telling yourself. ANN VAIL, '46 em Milestone FOR SYLVIA FROM JOHNNY Jenny buried her pretty face in the big box of bright red roses. They were beautiful, Jenny was beautiful. In the bottom was a card written in that familiar hand, Por Sylvia, sight unseen, from Johnny, sight unseen, Meet me at the letter desk at the U.S,O. at nine. That was all. He had given no warning that he was coming home from over- seas. That was just what Andy would have done. But this was Johnny. Jenny's hands trembled slightly with wonder and excitement, What would he be like? She sat down tiredly, and a few unwanted tears settled like dew on the cool, fresh roses. Why couldn't these flowers have been accompanied by a note saying, i'Por my Jenny. I love you. Andy. ? She had loved and lived for Andy. He was everything in the world to her, but then time seemed to stop and she had nothing, nothing to live for. The telegram, A'lVlissing in action, had come only three weeks after the day they had parted. Jenny so clearly remembered that day: a day full of laughing with the always fun-loving Andy: a day full of happiness from their promise to be married when he got back: a day full of tears when he had taken her in his arms for the last time and whispered, Good-bye. my Jenny. I love you. Ever since that day and the day the telegram came two years ago, some of the pep, beauty and love of life that had always been so characteristic of her, faded, but she retained to the fullest extent her sweetness and charm. She had the sense that it takes to realize that the lives of two must not be wasted because of the loss of one. And so she carried on with a brave and endless spirit, trying to forget the way Andy would wink and smile whenever she had on a new dress: the way he would pinch her chin whenever she amused him: the way he looked, so tall and handsome, when she would open her door to him. She tried to forget. On joining the U.S,O., Jenny was given the name of a soldier in a hospital over-seas with whom she was to begin a correspondence. That was one of her jobs at the U.S.O. She was given an impersonal history of Jones, J., too, He had been sent from the front lines to the hospital to rest, suffering from amnesia. And now for almost two years Jenny had written every week to Johnny Jones, and he WrOte nearly every day to her, She signed her letters Sylvia because she felt that letters signed Jenny would have gone only to Andy. To Johnny, these letters signed 'lSylvia meant everything. He could remember no part of his life except the days since he had been in this hospital, and Sylvia was the only person he knew of from home, And from her letters he grew to know her, and he saw that Sylvia was an ideal person. To Jenny, at first, the correspondence meant her job and A'Jones, J. and nothing more. His letters revealed little of his character. It was hard because he was new even to himself. There was nothing behind him. But as the months passed by, Jenny began to perceive his personality as one she would like to know better, and she realized that the Sylvia who wrote him every Monday meant a great deal to him, though he never mentioned love. And now the unseen Johnny was here. For Sylvia. from Johnny. page 92 Milestone Jenny put the roses in a vase and felt her heart jump with excitement ahead of her. She felt as if she had known Johnny for a long time and yet she had no idea of what he would look like, how he would act, She put on a pale blue dress to match her eyes, and the mirror reflected a beautiful girl, a happy girl: but for a moment she wondered why it couldn't have been Jenny going to meet Andy instead of Sylvia to meet Johnny. For Sylvia, sight unseen, from Johnny, sight unseen. Meet me at the letter desk at the U.S.O. at nine. As Jenny walked down the hall at the U.S.O., she tried to picture Johnny, wondered what he would say, what she would say. She was about to see for the first time the man who had been so dominant in her thoughts for the past two years, along with the unforgettable memory of one dead. As she approached, she saw the figure of a tall soldier standing alone at the letter desk with his back to her. She quietly walked up behind him, her heart pounding wildly, and said as calmly as she could, Hello, l'm Sylvia. He turned quickly, and taking both her hands in his, answered, And I'm Joh ------ He didn't finish. They stood hand in hand staring at each other, unknowing, On her face was a jumbled look of fear, surprise, and disbelief: on his was plainly written a deeply confused expression of a man who, once dead, suddenly Hnds himself living again. Tears were in the eyes of both. He took her in his arms. Andy, My Jenny! LONSDALE GREEN, '46 TY-fa Q! E , , y , W F5 i , f , X ' reid. CHQICE Oh, you may pray to heaven To make your dream be real, To make it really tangible, A thing that you can feel, But I will pray as earnestly To make mine stay the same, A dream, when real, is shattered, And dream is not its name, BETTY CHAPMAN, '48 page 93 Milestone gn 1? CDLF HANDS The human hand is a remarkable thing, for it has done practically everything to make the world what it is today. For instance, think what the author's hand has done. Books, newspapers, magazines, stories, and poems have all come from the author's hand. All the plays we read and see and hear on the radio were once laboriously written out by the hand of some talented person. And oh, what a dull world this would be without the artist's hand, which has created for us the beautiful paintings with which we decorate our homes and books and magazines. For some of us, the only time we ever see glistening snow or burning sand dunes, rolling plains or jagged mountains, western prairies or southern cotton Helds is through the medium of pictures. Music, too, has been created for us by an altruistic hand, the hand of the composer who has written songs, operas, symphonies, oratorios, chorales, and a million other types of music of varied temperament and construction. And the hand of the musician, perhaps pianist or violinist, has delivered all of these from their virtually useless and imprisoned state on paper to the freedom of the air and to our ears. But the hands of the author, artist, musician, and composer, while adding to our culture and enjoyment of life, hardly may be termed as 'lnecessary to life. Consider the doctor's hand-the hand which has had many, many years of training, the hand which during an opera- tion can save or throw away the insecure life of the patient. These lingers have done more for humanity and happiness and life than perhaps any others in the world. The hearts and hopes of many a suffering man, woman, and child have been spiritually lifted by the knowledge that the calm hand of a trained surgeon is ready to cure them. Yet, busy as hands are today, they were even busier yesterday, when practically all industries were carried on by hand. There were few machines and factories. Think of the rough, tough hands of the cobbler which not only had laboriously to sew up and nail together the shoes and boots but also had to cut out the heavy leather to begin with. Think of the quick lingers of all the women who spun their own yarn as well as page 94 Milestone knitting and weaving it. And even further back in time, the monks in their secluded monasteries used to copy whole books by hand and illustrate them as well. How the hands of the serfs of those times must have cried out in pain! They had no modern tools and inventions and machines to assist them in their hopeless lot of scratching their very existence from the soil. But hands are more important than just for the work they do: one simple action may decide the fate of millions of people. For instance, when the atom bomb was released from the airplane by simply pressing a small button, millions of people suddenly were killed, and many extremely important questions were aroused. And just think what a simple goodbye wave of the hand can mean and has meant to millions many times in the past. And doesn't one's hand take a tremendously important step when it signs its owner's signature to a pledge or agreement which must then be kept? But the most decisive hand of all is C1od's hand by which this world was created: The sea is His and He made it: and His hands prepared the dry land. Is this not the hand which leads us all? ELIZABETH CARSON, '48 A 5 WN L h e 6 or A CHRISTMAS VISION To-night Marianne couldn't get to sleep. It was three days before Christmas, and Marianne hoped that holiday would never come. She hated the thought of Christmas alone. On Thanksgiving Day her husband, Johnny, had been killed in a hunting accident. Marianne wished she were dead, too. She was dead: that is, she was, inside. Marianne ate and slept, but only because she had to, She hated everybody, even her three-year-old son, Dickie, Dickie was so like his father? The way he walked. the way he held his head, his eyes, and his curly hair, all of these traits were like Johnny's. Dickie didn't, couldn't, under- stand about his father. He kept asking, 'lWhen is Daddy coming home, Mommy? And what would Marianne tell her coming child? How could she make the baby know its father, when it had never known him, and would never see him or be seen by him? While all of these thoughts were chasing each other across Marianne's brain, she fell into a troubled and restless sleep. Mrs. Hopkins, Marianne's mother, was so worried about herl Marianne was so uninterested in everything going on around her! Mrs. Hopkins had hoped that if she decorated the house and put up the tree it might make her daughter feel a little better: but, no, Marianne page 95 Milestone refused even to come down stairs and look at the tree. What to do with Marianne! Of course it was a shock: and so hard on such a young girl! Marianne was only twenty-five, the poor child. Mrs. Hopkins did so want to do something to help, to ease Marianne's pain: but there was nothing to do. Mrs. Hopkins glanced at her watch and saw it was late. Her husband had gone upstairs a little while ago, and now she followed. During the night Mrs. Hopkins was awakened by Marianne's cries. They took her to the hospital, and Mrs. Hopkins stayed with her all night. When the doctor came out of Marianne's room he looked worried. While talking to Mrs. Hopkins, he tried to hide his concern, but she sensed the trouble. Mrs. Hopkins, said Dr. Baker, 'iMarianne is a very sick girl. She has lost the will to live, We are doing everything in our power to pull her through, She has to help, too. NVithout her aid, l'm not sure what will happen. We have given her some medicine and she will sleep for the better part of the day. l suggest that you go home and rest. lt has been a hard night for you. We will call if there are any further developments. Mrs. Hopkins left, confident that Marianne would get the best possible care. Marianne was dreaminge-odd, fantastic dreams. lt seemed as if she were in some cloudy, filmy place. ltQit was heaven! She saw no one: then all of a sudden a form appeared - the form of a beautiful woman, all dressed in blue. lt was the Virgin Mary. She approached Marianne and spoke to her in a low, melodius voice: she told her that she must be brave and happy. The Virgin told Marianne that she must, above all, want to live. She told her that once, long ago, she had also brought a child into the world on this very night, Marianne, in her dream, stood dumbfounded, unable to move or speak. Suddenly this vision disappeared and another one was in its place-a vision of Johnny. She ran to him, crying. She was in his arms and he was comforting her, telling her not to cry. He told her that she must be brave: that, just because he was no longer with her on earth, it did not mean he wasn't there, because he was. He was by her side, always, talking to her, helping her, and above all, loving her, Johnny said he would always be there when she needed him. He said she must be good and strong when bringing up Dickie, and, if she ever needed his help. just to call and he would be at her side. She was calm now and had stopped crying. Johnny released her and said, Remember, dearest, I am always with you. He bent and kissed her, then disappeared. Marianne ran after him, looking everywhere and calling his name, But all was in vain. Johnny was nowhere to be found. The next thing she knew, she was awakened by a nurse, and a soft, cuddly bundle laid in her arms. lt was her baby--a boy, born on Christmas Day. She was suddenly cold and afraid. Then for a second page 96 Milestone Johnny reappeared and repeated his words about being brave, Marianne now had a new strength. 1 She asked for her mother and little boy and told the nurse to tell Dickie she had a wonderful Christmas present for him-a baby brother. i When Mrs. Hopkins entered Marianne's room the girl was asleep, with her baby by her side. Mrs. Hopkins stared in amazement-here before her very eyes was the Virgin and the Child. CARQL Locicwooo, '49 YV U1 1 e. Q 5 vw PRAYER Little children at the close of day Kneel at their beclsides, heads bowed, and pray. Little children in all the different lands, No matter under what skies, Raise their little hands. Does it matter if their color Be yellow, red or white? 'Tis but to only one God Their prayers do rise at night. Little children at the close of day Kneel at their bedsides, heads bowed, and pray. CHARLoTTE CRAIG, '49 ff? i Milestone fe . ,fm - u.s...1l. THE CLOCK There it stood. I think it had been standing in that dull, gray hallway for nearly half a century, I don't know where it came from, but ever since I had come into the house it had been there. It certainly wasn't anything to look at, with its dark walnut case with the finish a little worn off. The face had big gold numbers and a little country scene in the middle, I had heard it said that the clock had quite a historical background. During the Civil War it had contained some important papers and documents that helped in the emancipation of the slaves. We had a tunnel in our basement that was used during that time: it is boarded up now, but I can remember the time that we played there. The sharp ring of the door bell woke me from my day-dreaming, and I realized with a start that it was the man to take the clock. It was wrong to take it. Mother knew that as well as any one, but she insisted that it was just old and getting in the way. Dad was the rather indifferent type and didn't express his feeling one way or the other. Personally, I think he was a little glad to see it go. I don't know why, though. I let the moving man in, and I suppose I gave him a rather disagreeable look, but I didn't really care. He picked up the clock and bodily hauled it away. After it was gone, there was a big yawning in the space where it used to be, and I felt rather dejected. I think even father was sorry it was gone. It was about two weeks later there came a knock on the door, and I went to see who it was. Even without asking the man what he wanted, and why he had come to our house, I could tell. Father had missed it and had called the moving man to bring it back. There it was, garbed in a wooden covering-the clock, EUGENIA BAUER. '49 1 'I f 'l'l 17, - , A Wir' I My WL Ei VV lxlxx f A ul First Drawing Prize X 1 JA Jane Mclntyre, '47 page 9 8 Milestone ALUM 1907 'kBerne, Lucille Kroger, B.A. fMrs. Albert Bernej Caldwallader, Louise XMcLaughlin, Dorothy Kellogg CMrs, Charles McLaughlinj Osmond, Emelie Schmidlapp CMrs. Arthur Osmondj 1908 Clark, Margaret, B.A. Cox, Marianne Clark fMrs, W. Howard Coxj 9tHolden, Grace Morgan CMrs. R, A. Holdenj lVlcCullough, Ethel, B.A. 1909 Davidson, Alma Eaton, Ruth Crothers 4 CMrs. Ruth Crothers Eatonj XFaran, Jane Findlay Finnell, Virginia Bell CMrs. Spencer Einnellj Goodall, Winifred, B.A. Rawson, Gwendolyn, B.A. Schmuck, Ruth Kinsey, B.A., Mrs. Staley, Marion Gaulding CMrs. W. B. Staleyl N A E 1910 Anderson, Julia Dittmann, Barbara Thrasher CMrs. George Dittmannj Dominick, Helen Kessing, Jennie Moffatt CMrs. Oliver Kessingj ToeWater, Charlotte Shipley CMrs. George M. ToeWaterj Williams, Louise A. 1911 Banks, Louise Root CMrs. Philip W, Banksj Buhr, Corinne Lawson CMrs. J. Arthur Buhrl Craig, Ruth Thrasher, B.A. CMrs. James Craigj Dimock, Imogen Kinsey, B.A. CMrs. George Dimockb Earan, Angeline Russell ,kGreen, Helen Kinsey, B,A. QMrs. Joseph Greenj FHill, Adelaide Singleton QMrs, Lamar Hilly Marmillot, Jean Sattler, B.A. QMrs. Maurice Jean Marmillotj Stapleford, Margaret Titus CMrs, Edward B. Staplefordj Waterman, Mary Mallon, B.A. fMrs. Allan E. Watermanj XDeceased page 99 Milestone 1912 5'1Blackburn, Harriet Buckingham, Doris Rogers CMrs. Alfred O. Buckinghaml Carothers, Helen Holmes, B.A. CMrs. Ralph G. Carothersj Donogh, Dorothy Faran, Angeline Loveland, B.A. fMrs. James J. FaranJ Fischbach, Aline Moore, B.A. fMrs. Victor W. Fischbachj Glascock, Katherine bkGodley, Katherine, B.A. Land, Dorothy Duncan CMrs. Porter Landj Meacham, Adele Campbell, B.A. fMrs. Lawrence Meachaml 'Price, Grace Grimm fMrs. Stewart Priceb Simrall, Lillian Crothers fMrs. William SimrallJ Willison, Marie Kuperschmid CMrs. Robert D. Willisonj 1913 Barnes, Margaret Tangeman fMrs. George K. Barnesj Enger, Janet Rhodes fMrs. John Engerj Greer, Mildred Chase CMrs. Everett Greerj Hicks, Madeline, B.A. Holmes, Mary Herbert CMrs. William Holmesj Homan, Helen Kroger CMrs. Rudolf Holmanj Kroger, Jane Grifliith CMrs. Chester F. Krogerl Thrasher. Corinne, B.A. 1914 Baker, Beatrice Carmichael CMrs. C. W. Bakerb Bishop, Frances Howe CMrs. Alfred Bishopj Brewer, Nellie Knabe CMrs, Jehoiada J. Brewerj Brooks, Sophia Mallon, B.A. CMrs. B. J. Brooksj Dunn, Helen Justis, B.A. CMrs. Donald O. Dunnj Flynt, Helen Geier, B.A. CMrs. Henry N. Flyntj Gordon, Ruth Hatfield, B.A, CMrs. Harry L. Gordonj Hofer, Gwendolyn Crawford fMrs. R. H. Hoferj XHolden, Mary Landis fMrs. Ira S, Holdenj Lyle, Dorothy Barrett CMrs. Donald Lylej Reid, Augusta Porker, B.A. CMrs. Horace W. Reidj Woeste, Marjorie Hinsch CMrs. Joseph Woestej fDeceased page 100 Milestone 1915 XButterlield, Jean Sohngen Earny, Margaret Withrow, B.A. CMrs. Eugene Parnyj Homer, Louise Kinney CMrs. James L. HomerD Krauss, Harriet Langdon, B. A. CMrs. Sidney M. Kraussb Littleford, Mildred Brooks, B.A. CMrs. John Littleford, Jrj Maue, Olive Koehler CMrs. Harold W. Mauej Nelson, Frances Pogue QMrs, Robert Nelsonb Shellield, Elizabeth Suydam CMrs. Samuel F. Sheflieldb Witten, Julia McLaran CMrs. Laurence C, Wittenb 1916 Badham, Dorothy Lyon QMrs, Dorothy Lyon Badhamj Eddy, Louise Chase, B.A, fMrs. Donald Amos Eddyj Gates, Kathryn Rogers CMrs, John Gatesj Goodall, Mary Porker CMrs. William Goodally llnman, Myra Langdon, B.A. fMrs, Claude C. lnmanj Jones, Ida Crothers CMrs. James G. Jonesj page Keck, Mary Lou Moore CMrs. Karl G. Keckj McCurdy, Virginia Geier CMrs, Gilbert J. McCurdyj Smith, Anne Palmer CMrs. Harry C. Smithj Straehley, Oriel Comacho CMrs. Clifford Straehleyj 1917 Cone, Louise McLaren, B.A. CMrs. Henry Houghton Cone, Jr.j Eenley, Margaret Anderson CMrs. Greene Eenleyj Gerard, Frances Johnson CMrs. Turpin Gerardj Gildersleeve, Dorothy Anderson fMrs. Roger Gildersleevej Goebel, Ruth Wilson CMrs. William A. Goebelj Loveland, Clara Olds, B.A., M.A. CMrs. Henry Goodyearb YGuckenburger, Jean LeBlond, Elizabeth Conroy CMrs. Harold LeBlondD Loveland, Clara Olds, BA. Marvin, Louise Scherl, B.A., M.A. CMrs. S. C. Marvinj Maxon, Miriam Tate. Mrs. CMrs. Bruce E. Maxonb ltDeceased Ol Milestone Mitchell, Julie Gavin CMrs. P. Lincoln Mitchellb Munyan, Mabel Hughes fMrs. A. T. Munyanb Pflager, Dorothy Holloway, B.A. CMrs. Henry Pflagery Shaffer, Elizabeth Blake CMrs. Prank Shafferj Smith, Elsie Robinson CMrs. J, S. Smithj Stickney, Louise Hatfield CMrs. Bruster Stickneyj Upson, Alice Barnard CMrs. Mark Upsonj Williams, Virginia Burkhardt QMrs. Raymond Williamsj 1918 Comey, Jane Dinsmore, B.A. CMrs. Harold D. Comeyl Donaldson, Guida Marx, B.A. CMrs. Eames D. Donaldsonj Hatfield, Virginia, B.A. Jones, Helen Serodino, B.A. CMrs. Hildeburn Jonesj LeBlond, Mildred Ziegler CMrs. Richard E. LeBlondj Mantle, Jane Smith fMrs. J. Brown Mantleb Miller, Barbara McKay, B.A. CMrs. Clifford Millerj Montgomery, Alice Boyce Cope CMrs. Vaughn Montgomeryj Poysell, Dorothy Hayward, B.A CMrs. Robert E. Poysellj Vwfallace, Elizabeth Pratt CMrs. John Moore WallaceD Whitely, Grace Lynn CMrs. H. A. Whitelyj Whiteside, Ruth Cooper, B,A. CMrs. H, A. Whitesidej Yeager, Anne Pennington fMrs. Allen Yeagerj 1919 Ashton, fMrs. Marguerite Brown, B.A R. C. AshtonD Barrett, Helen Kaiper CMrs. O. S, Barrettj Behrens, Ellen Daniel, Hannah Mallon, B.A. CMrs. Denison, CMrs. Lewis Danielj Anne Mendenhall Lonnis Denisonj Eisk, Isabelle, B.A. Morss, Marian Hayward fMrs. Noell Morssj Parry, Alice Pape CMrs. James Parryj Safran, Virginia Beckler CMrs. Virginia S. Sarranj Stimson, Harriet Ramsey CMrs. Earle Stimson, Jr.D Thomas, Helen Dail, B.A. CMrs. Francis B. Thomasb Deceased page 102 XA Milestone l92O Bieser, Adelaide Burger, B.A. CMrs, Carl Bieserb Eenton, Anita, B.A. Green, Dorothy Talbert, Mrs. Harshman, Elizabeth Sparrow CMrs. A. C. Harshmanl Hill, Edith Harvey, B.A. CMrs. Langdon Hillj Judy, Martha Cooper CMrs. E. M. Judyj McCutcheon, Katherine Miller CMrs. James McCutcheonj Miller, Helen Lee CMrs. Paul Millerj Rixey, Dorothy Meyers CMrs. Eppa Rixeyj Sergeant, Polly Perkins, B, A., Mrs. Shubert, Anne McKinney, B.A. CMrs. George W. Shubertl Stites, Janet Wurlitzer, B.A. fMrs. Luke Sells Stitesl Stoehr, Martha Mundy QMrs. James Stoehrj Wood, Geneva Lane CMrs. John Woodj Borders, Della Vail fMrs. Melville Bordersj Cassatt, Olivia Deering, Audrey Purvis CMrs. Philip J. Deeringj Eorsyth, Katherine Poster, Isabelle Gessing, Janet Meyers, Mrs. Hielander, Natalie Zuber, B.A. fMrs. Frank G, Hielanderj Jones, Edith Witherspoon CMrs. Richard W. Jonesj Kemper, Happy Korn CMrs. Lawson Kemperj Mallory, Mary Louise Isham QMrs. Harold B. Malloryj Peters, Virginia Dale, B.A. CMrs. Charles B, PetersD Reynolds, Aimee Brown CMrs. Bertram Reynoldsj Shafer, Eunice Chase Resor fMrs. Arthur Shaferj Wallace, Dorothy Henderson CMrs. William Wallacej 1922 Chase, Emily Eliot, Phyllis Albert, B.A. l92l QMrs. John G. Eliotj ' E - Y BA4 YGeddes, Frances Waite, B.A. man ugema fMrs, Norman Bel Geadesp Baker, Margaret Mitchell fMrs. George R. Bakerj DkDeceased page 103 Milestone Hall, Elizabeth Newstedt, B.A. CMrs. Clair Halll Harrison, Agnes Sattler CMrs. C. L. Harrison, Jrj Mcl.anahan, Amrah Woodbury CMrs. C. D, McLanahanD Reif, Mildred Cadwallader CMrs. Herbert R. Reifj Robertson, Virginia Ellis fMrs. Earl E. Robertsonj Stemble, Dorothy Edwards CMrs. D. Maynard Stemblej Williams, Ruth Young, Thyra Martin CMrs. William R. Youngl 1923 Chapman, Marian Burger, BA. fMrs. Horatio C. Chapmanj Denham, Evelyn Shewman fMrs. Wilbur Maurice Denhaml xDiX, Monica Cioebel fMrs. Tennile Dixj Eleischmann, Dorette Kruse CMrs. Julius Eleischmannl Hood, Virginia Todd CMrs. Hubbard Hoodj j Kreimer, Virginia Newstedt CMrs. Herbert Kreimerj Matthews, Mary Randolph Meacham, Eleanor Rapp Perrine, Mabel Bonifeld, B.A. CMrs. Wayne Perrinej Shuff, Mary McPherson Matthews lMrs. Thomas K. Shuffj Walker, Christine Crigler fMrs. Raymond Walkerb l924 Brodhead, Martha Mithoefer QMrs, James E. Brodheadj Bruns, Sarah Matthew CMrs. Wilbur H. Brunsj Conkling, Susan B. Clugston, Esther Schultz CMrs. Wayne Clugstonj Dunham, Amelia Eord, Mary Mills, BA. CMrs. Starr Eordj Cuoltra, Ann Hinkley CMrs, Sidney Ellison Cioltraj Hagin, Betty Whitehouse CMrs. Hart Haginj Kline, Dorothy Herrlinger fMrs. Klayer Klineb McEldowney, Hazelhurst McCaw CMrs. William McEldowneyj Marks, Josephine Galbraith, B.A. CMrs. Edward Marksj Morlidge, Virginia Van Winkle, BA. CMrs. John B. Morlidge, Jr.D QMrs. Standish Meachamj 9FDeceased page lO4 Milestone Morris, Louis Jean Miller fMrs. Heber Smith Morrisb Reck, Ruth Higley CMrs. Paul Reckb Rowman, Marie Miller, B.A. CMrs. John M. Rowmanj Rohde, Olive, B.A. Rohde, Virginia Smith, Marian Milnor, B.A. CMrs. Stuart Hilton Smithj Stillwell, Frances Hunt, B.A. CMrs. William E. Stillwellj Todd, Elsie Kidd, B.A. CMrs, James S. Toddj Wright, Harriet Wiggers CMrs. Gregory Wrightb 1925 Ames, Betty Breneman CMrs. Van Meter Amesj Bell, Caroline Mathews CMrs. Harry E. Belll Bishop, Marian Hill, Marjorie Gibbons CMrs. Charles W. Hill, Jr.D XHunt, Isabelle Pendleton Jennings, Isabelle Lull, Grace Leyman CMrs. Raymond Lullj Lyman, Christine Ramsey, B.A. CMrs. Henry Lymanj Milburn, Cora Louise Andrews fMrs. John T. Milburnj Pape, Gladys McGruer CMrs. Gordon Papej Porteous, Catherine Merkel fMrs. Arthur Porteousj Reaves, Elizabeth Smith fMrs. E. Billingsworth Reavesj Rebhun, Margaret Andrews CMrs. Daniel Rebhunj Richardson, Rosemary Sawyer, B.A. fMrs. John M. Richardsonj Shartle, Ruth Kinney CMrs. Thomas Shartlel Vinke, Eleanor Hawley CMrs. Theodore H. Vinkej White, Jane Schwartz QMrs. Theodore R. Whitej Winkler, Frances Huntington CMrs. Alexander Winklerj 1926 Arnold, Helen Beck CMrs. Edward E. ArnoldD Atkins, Rosalie Ballantyne CMrs. Robert B. Atkinsj Buss, Frances Ann Suire CMrs. Eugene R. Bussj Carter, Mary Alice Ault CMrs. William W. Carter HD 4:Deceased page 105 Milestone Dibblee, Dorothy X Goebel, Marjorie Jones Kemper, Roberta Jones, Mrs. Kenney, Jean Hamilton, Mrs King, Katherine Laird, Sophia Helen Fisk fMrs. John A. Lairdj Loveland, Jane Breese CMrs. Franklin Lovelandj McDonald, Evelyn Perin CMrs. Robert McDonaldj Martin, Jeanette Nichols fMrs. Dwight Martinj Spencer, Thomasia Hancock fMrs. Hugh M. Spencerj Trotter, Margaret 1927 Ames, Josephine Church fMrs. Azel Amesl Blemker, Page McBurney CMrs. John Blemkerj Braunstein, Charlotte Groom Mrs. Buchanan, Josephine Breneman CMrs. William Buchananj Chase, Jane Hunley CMrs, Andrew T. Chasej Crothers, Margaret Conkling CMrs. Russell P. CrothersD Elliot, Charlotte Kidd CMrs. John Kiddj page Espy, Ruth Mitchell CMrs. Wallace EspyD Franz, Virginia George CMrs. Richard Franzl Gilson, Louise Rogers CMrs. Earl Gilsonj Hallett, Eleanor Ballantyne CMrs, Arthur W. Hallettj Hoskins, Gertrude Keller CMrs. John H. Hoskinsj Huntington, Helen C. James. Dorothy Knauft, Mary Elizabeth De Bus CMrs. Robert Knauftj Menzils, Bonita Painter CMrs. Henry C. Menzilsj Perin, Virginia Danson CMrs. Reuben Perinj Ross, Barbara Chandler CMrs. Robert Rossj Ross, Virginia Stegeman CMrs. Raymond D, Ross, Jr.D Russel, Caroline Collier CMrs. Albert L. Russell Tassey, Virginia Martin CMrs. Fred W. Tasseyj Withrow, Adelaide Edwards CMrs. Andrew Hickenlooperj Wrampelmeier, Shirley Brooks CMrs. Fred J. Wrampelmeierj Zeigler, Margaret Wherry CMrs. James Zeiglerj Deceased 106 Mz'Iesfone 1928 Ashbrook, Frances Goebel fMrs. Elliot W. Ashbrookj Atkins, Belle Hancock CMrs. Asa I. Atkinsl Boardman, Jean Richardson fMrs. Arthur G. Boardmanj Carroll, Margaret Ford CMrs. Stanley Carrolll Elsey, Isabella Lee CMrs. Crawford Elseyj Garber, Louise Perin CMrs. Fred W. Garber, Jr.D Grubb, Margaret Roos CMrs. Howard B. Grubbj Harrison, Elizabeth Douglass fMrs. Robert Brandon HarrisonD Hessler, Iola Osmond CMrs. William Hesslerj Holland, Charlotte Wheeler QMrs, Nelson Hollandj b'qHufIman, Dorothy Kirkpatrick King, Elizabeth Knapp, Pauline Christie QMrs. Richard Knappj Knoll, Martha Irving QMrs. Alvin H. Knollj Knoop, Annette Wurlitzer QMrs. Frederick Knoopj Lea, Ethel Burlingham CMrs. Churchill P, Leaj Maynard, Margaret Pauli Page Melish, Mary Jane Dietz fMrs. Howard Melishj Mitchell, Ruth de Diemer CMrs. Leighton W, Mitchellj Myers, Virginia Taylor CMrs. Robert P. Myersj Peterson, Susan Hooker CMrs. Richard O. Petersonj Richards, Muriel Gates CMrs. Calvus E. Richardsj Sulzer, Margaret Shields CMrs. Robert W. Sulzerj Sutherland, Mary Taylor, Margaret Roe fMrs, Robert W. Taylorj Whiteside, Louise Haffner CMrs. Henry Robertson Whitesidej Wiley, Elizabeth Schott CMrs. Andrew F. Wileyj 1929 Adams, Elizabeth Balcom, Marguerite Hackney fMrs. Henry Tracy Balcom, .Inj Barnacle, Martha De Bus QMrs.Clark Howard Barnaclej Bennett, Beulah I-Ianselmann fMrs. Ralph Bennettj CMrs. William J. Maynardj XDeceaSed 107 Milestone Cole, Jane Milnor CMrs. Edward Dudley Colej Crabill, Carolyn Miller QMrs. John Crabillj Dinsmore, Margaret Wiley CMrs. Campbell Dinsmorej Douglass, Margaret Fell CMrs. Edward L. DouglassD LeBlond, Ruth Lewis, Peggy 'tMadison, Jane Lewis CMrs. Gray Madisonb Maescher, Agnes Jean Kirkpatrick CMrs. William Maescherj Meek, Frances Dunlap fMrs. John R. Meekb Merkel, Mary Kirkpatrick CMrs. Lewis MerkelJ Miller, Martha French CMrs. Walter Millerj Roberts, Martha Dwight fMrs. Percival Robertsj xShanks, Flora Snell, Carolyn Maynard fMrs. Harry W. Snellj Sutherland, Eugenia Tarbill, Elizabeth Leach CMrs. John Tarbill, Jr.D Traquair, Betty Orr CMrs. James Traquairb Wachs, Louise Schott lMrs. Ralph Wachsj Woodrough, Jane Bakely fMrs. John Woodroughj 1930 Beard, Clara Sloniker QMrs. John S. Beardj Beyring, Ruth Walker QMrs. Dale M, Beyringj Bingham, Thelma Edwards fMrs, John Binghamj Birch, Mary Katherine Henshaw CMrs. Thomas Birchj Fay, Mary Hiestand CMrs. Russell Fayj Gillespie, Mary Margaret Kline CMrs. Bindly GillespieJ Hargrave, Stella Parlin fMrs. John Taylor Hargravej Hatfield, Helen Hawkins, Helen Boswell CMrs. Franklin Hawkinsj Kidd, Mary Jane Herman CMrs. John D. Kiddj Knox, Katherine Kinsey QMrs. William Knoxj Lee, Eleanor Levy, Genevra Venable CMrs. Lewis Levyj : Luhrman, Evangeline Minor, Harriet Jane Keller CMrs. Ramsey Minorj Mitchell, Mary Louise Kohl QMrs. Edward Mitchellj Mitchell, QMrs. Mark Mitchellj Julia Cartwright Muhlhauser, Ann Danson QMrs. Robert Muhlhauserj 'kDeceased page 108 Milestone Phillips, Martha Diehl CMrs. John PhillipsD Richards, Margaret Murnan QMrs. Channing Richardsj Richardson, Monte Stevenson, Mary Elizabeth Herring fMrs. Charles E. Stevensonj Tyson, Frances Kinney fMrs. Charles Wesley Tysonj Weinland, Virginia Pogue fMrs. Robert Weinlandj Woodward, Mary Louise Koehler CMrs. Robert Strickler Woodwardb 1931 Anderson, Elizabeth Beneke, Margaret Ditmars CMrs. Henry Beneke, Jr.j Durrell, Pauline Osborne CMrs. James DurrellD Cioble, Mary Northrup Hackwell, Helen Carruthers CMrs. Lloyd Hackwellj Haile, Dorothy Ethel Hauser, Margaret Louise Teuchter CMrs. John Hauserj Hergelroth, Lavinia Marting, Alice Mathes, Virginia Betts CMrs. Howard Mathesj page Mills, Olive Lloyd Newstedt, Dorothy Pape CMrs. Tudor Newstedtj Schiele, Marjorie Simmons, Helen Merkel CMrs. Percy Simmonsj Turner, Ellen Miller CMrs. Guilford Turnerb Walker, Amy Lynn CMrs. Francis Walker, Jr.j Young, Dorothy 19 3 2 Brooks, Florence Hunsberger CMrs. Sanford Brooksj Deehan, Betty Zane King fMrs. S. Deehan HD Dubin, Lydia Symons CMrs. Sanford Dubinj du Bois, Allyne Wunsch CMrs. Charles A. du Boisj Fischer, Aileen Fry CMrs. John Fischerj Haroutunion, Helen Halsey CMrs. Joseph HaroutunionD Headley, Marian Haffner QMrs. James Headleyj Herrlinger, Jeanne Lawrence CMrs. Albert P. Herrlinger, Jr.j Hill, Virginia Jones QMrs. Thomas Hillj 109 Milestone Hodges, Adelaide Kruse CMrs. Henry Green Hodges. Jr.j Hummel, Mary Louise Nutting CMrs. William Hummelj Hunt, Betty Dutton CMrs. Charles P. Huntb Isphording, Jean Rockaway CMrs. Richard C. Isphordingj MacNeale, Peggy Pogue CMrs. Neil MacNealej Meek, Betty Nottingham fMrs. Leslie Applegate Meekj Palmer, Betty Heiser QMrs. Elliot PalmerQ Schmidlapp, Angie Keller, Mrs. Sheaff, Suzette Haile fMrs. William R. Shealfj Stacey, Jane Hass CMrs. Charles William Staceyj Strauss, Frances Case fMrs. John Richard Straussj Strauss, Mary Brooks CMrs. Gordon Straussj Tunison, Yeolande Schneider fMrs, Clarence Wesley Tunison, Jr.D VVagstaff, Ann Henshaw CMrs. James Buchanan Wagstaffb Zimmerman, Marjorie Kaiser QMrs. John Zimmermanb page 1933 Burlingham, Emma Williams CMrs. William R, Burlinghaml Doepke, Rita Romell CMrs, Robert Page Doepkej Dyer, Rosemary Farr CMrs. Robert Dyerj Fishback, Muriel Stridsberg fMrs. William Fishbackj Fisk, Margaret Pogue Hunt, Grace Mendenhall Iannitto, Dorothy Davenport CMrs, Charles S, Iannittoj Klappert, Dorothy Briggs CMrs. Charles Klappertj Luhrman, Winifred King CMrs. John J. Luhrmanb McShune, Maxine Zange CMrs. Russell McShunej Parlin, Agnes Tietig QMrs. John Parlin HD Rothier, Helen Elliot Schmidt, Jean Murdoch CMrs. Robert W. Schmidtj Squibb. Clara Fay Irving fMrs. George Squibb, Jr,j Strauchen, Nancy Cramer fMrs. Edmund Strauchenj Von Steinwehr, Rosamond Perkins CMrs. Frederick Von Steinwehrj Wunsch, Jane Schmidt CMrs. Robert Wunschj 110 Milestone 1934 Chatfield, Elizabeth Eissen, Virginia Elliot, Lloyd Lanier CMrs. James Nathen Elliottj Ficken, Caryl Peters fMrs. Robert V. Fickenj Funck. Helen D. Wuerdeman CMrs. William Funckj Gentile, Ruth Mary Schiear fMrs. Leonard Gentile, Jr.D Haffner, Doris Hickenlooper, Virginia Heizer CMrs. Smith Hickenlooperj Hughes, Henrietta L. Waters CMrs. James R. Hughesj Kearns, Margaret Kemper, Elizabeth Nutting CMrs. Bernard John Kemperj Kinsey, Minnie C. Sherrill fMrs. Robert S. Kinseyj Kittredge, Caryl Field CMrs. William Kittredgej Motch, Margaret Lester Jones fMrs. Arthur E. Motchb Newstedt, Dorothy Krug fMrs. George Duhme Newstedtb Partin, Marian Carroll fMrs, Fred C. Partinb Rhine, Virginia G. Larkby QMrs. Stanley Rhinej page Wilson, Elizabeth James Dail fMrs. Robert Wilsonj Vkfright, Mary L. Cherrington CMrs. H. Dudley WrightD 1935 Allen, Mary Jane McGowan, Mrs. Anderson, Anne Lea Ditmars fMrs. William Grenville Andersonj Brooks, Evelyn Bosworth fMrs. Leroy R. Brooksb Cromwell, Anne Kittredge CMrs. Henry Q. Cromwellj Damnion, Nancy Mclaughlin CMrs. Francis Damnionj Donaldson, Nancy Andrews CMrs, Andrew Donaldsonj Flora, Jane Sinnickson fMrs. James Royer Floraj Gibbs, Jane Muth CMrs, Walker I. Gibbsj Hackney, Ruth Brodie CMrs. Earnest Hackneyj Kirschnet, Mary Alice Groom QMrs, William Kirschnetj Kreimer, Anne Dunlap QMrs. John Kreimerj McCauley, Emmy Lou Mather CMrs. William J. McCauleyj Parker, Mary Francis Lockhorn fMrs. Richard Parkerj 111 Milestone Sanders, Elizabeth Motz CMrs. A. Eitzburgh Sandersj Shick, Hirell Walker CMrs. William Richard Shickj Sive, Helena Holterhoff CMrs. Leonard M. Sivej Strobridge, Ann Strong, Mary Symons CMrs. Samuel StrongD Thompson, Dorothy Moore CMrs. Wilbert Lee Thompsonj Upson, Anne Burlingham CMrs. David Stewart Upsonj Wood, Betty Lee 1936 Armstrong, Julie Bargar Allan CMrs. Newton E, Armstrongj Anness, Allene Benecke CMrs. Prank J. AnnessD Bishop, Jane Ardythe Brown, Jayne Loughead fMrs. Willis Brownb DeEosset, Dale Bartlett CMrs. Gordon E.DeEossetJ Heekin, Anna Jean Hilberg CMrs. Herbert J. Heekinj Heinze, Bernice Wadsworth fMrs. Robert Heinzej Hensley, Apphia Hack fMrs. David R. HensleyD page Hetland, Betty Lee Spencer CMrs. George F. Hetlandj Johnston, Barbara Brusher CMrs. MacLellan L. Johnstonj McClure, Jane Rothier CMrs. G. H. McClurej Marting, Ellen Christine Murphy, Marjorie Shewman CMrs. Charles Murphyb Pennington, Margaret Buhr CMrs. J. H, Pennington, Jr.j Peters, Margaret Mary Finn QMrs. John Robert Petersj Porter, Emma Poor Hill CMrs. Charles T. Porterj Rusk, Evelyn Pendery CMrs. Thomas R. Ruskj Seaber, Mary Alexina Wilder QMrs. Alfred Seaberj Sherman, Elizabeth Jane l937 Allen, Martha Cherrington QMrs. Frederick L. Allen, Jr.j Baldwin, Anne Miller Murdock CMrs. Francis George Baldwin Jr.j Bartlett, Natalie Ballinger CMrs. Reed Ebersole Bartlettj Crane, Mary Kate Henney, Virginia Eicks CMrs. Max William Henneyb ll2 Milestone Henry, Dorothy Grueninger CMrs. George W. Henryb Jones, Jane Gray fMrs. Leon LeRoy Jonesj McCutcheon, Margaret Hargrave 1Mrs. Charles T. McCutcheonj Margral, Muriel Beucus CMrs. Robert Hinz Margralj O'Nea1, Jacqueline Wood CMrs. William B. O'Nea1j Pearce, Helen deKay Thompson CMrs. James W. Pearceb Pritz, Betty Jane Moore fMrs. Walter Pritzb Warrener, Elorence Howard CMrs, Harrison P. Warrener, Jr.j 1938 Ammons, Ellen Jane Walton QMrs. Glenn R. Ammonsj Anye, Grace Nelson fMrs. Roger T. Anyej Ball, Mary Buchert, Patricia Montgomery CMrs. Charles Howard Buchertj Covell, Mary Ransom Dunlap, Kathleen Liggett QMrs. Thomas O. Dunlapj Page Gast, Judith Auch CMrs. Richard Knowlton Gastj Howe, Georgia Betty Schneider CMrs. William Howej Jones, Georganna Puchta CMrs. Richard K. Jonesj Kains, Eleanor Larkby CMrs. A. Sherwood Kainsj Knight, Patricia Roos fMrs. Robert C. Knightj Lamb, Charlotte Wilson CMrs. Charles R. Lamhj Miller, Ann Lackman CMrs. Edward O. Millerl Nathen, Jane Terry CMrs. Edward K. Nathenj Reiter, Marilyn Bishop fMrs. Jack L, Reiterl Eechheimer, Juliet Esselhorn 1fMrs. Paul Eechheimerj Romell, Nancy Sullivan fMrs. Frank Romellj Ryan, Marian Schwaab, Mary Josephine Lowe, Jane Shepard CMrs. Bruce Lowej Sullivan, Frances Ricketts CMrs, John Sullivanj Van Antwerp, Greta 113 Milestone l939 Boxill, Betty Campbell, Ann Clancy, Elizabeth Crittenden, Ruth Wagner CMrs, James C. Crittendenj Dickson, Paula Maue fMrs. Charles Bullock Dicksonl King, Marjorie Dunholter, Ruth Oberhelman CMrs. John H. Dunholterl Preston, Barbara Pogue CMrs, John P. Preston, Jrj Saltsman, Brooks Johnstone CMrs. James A. Saltsman, Jr Stephens, Cynthia Ault CMrs. Louis Clark Stephensl Sullivan, Joan Woods, Harriet 1940 Auch, Mary Lucretia Paran, Jane R. Fisher, Gloria Wamsley CMrs. Eugene Pisherj Cvlazer, Ruth Eyrich Knoth, Parte Koehler, Dorothy S. McLaughlin, Nancy Mullens, Barbara Feid CMrs. Edward John Mullensj Packard, Patricia Canning CMrs. Gary C. Packardj Page, Betty Ciroenke CMrs. Robert Page? Pease, Miriam Waters fMrs. James Peasej Pugh, Patricia Law Pogue fMrs. William Pughl Robinson, lsabel MacKoy CMrs. Harry Robinsonj Slifer, Mary Jane Solar, Carolyn Raemonde Stewart, Miriam Houston QMrs. James Stewartj Truesdell, Patricia Wyman, Barbara Slade fMrs. Robert Arnold Wymanj l94l Allen, Dorothea Allen, Mary Jo Williams CMrs. Robert William Glazerj CMrs. Stanly W. Allen, Jr.j Kamm, Mildred Littleford lMrs. William Kammj Bryson, Helene Wilson CMrs, Rodney Brysonj page 114 Mason, Martha Ann Goodyear Milestone Carothers, Harriet Chatfield, Lida Groat, Barbara Hackstedde, Mary Louise Hargrave, Joan Hill, Alice Homan, Carol Ann Lunken, Marjorie lVlcCullough CMrs. H. E, Lunkenl CMrs, Robert C. Masonj Pogue, Patricia Poor, Lee Avery CMrs. John Sheppard Poorb Quinn, Jean Rife, Jane Smith, Elizabeth McCullough CMrs. Marion Smithj Somerville, Jean Kirk CMrs. Harry Somervillej Wilby, Mary ,'CWilder, Margaret Ann Wilson, Nancy Grover CMrs. Thomas C. Wilson, Jr.D 1942 Attridge, Helen-Mar Baber, Jane Page Badham, Lyon XDeceased Closson, Martha Alice Cozine, Alice Patricia Feuss, Mary Ann Gilmore, Elizabeth Anne Kitchen, Virginia Anne Pauli CMrs. Robert Kirchenj Littleford, Marjorie Spencer McDevitt, Janet Ramsey, Anne XVood Wagner, Frances Emily 1943 Attridge, Jean Elizabeth Garvin, Adelaide Richardson Heinlein, Ruth Goodyear, Jane Lucia Littleford, Joan Spencer Patterson, Joan Rife, Ann Elliott Stewart, Laura Hall Tyler, Margaret Vvfagner, Janet McCellan Wilby, Caroline 1944 Balyeat, Joan Biddle, Ann Patton page 115 Milestone Boylan, Jane Huntington Brown. Betty Woodmansee Brown. Olivia Ramsey CMrs. Duncan F. Brownj Clapp, Mary Todd Currier, Denise Hall Fry, Nancy Jane Green, Hannah Allen Jungclas, Joyce Valerie Patterson, Janet Pogue, Jeanne Sprott. Mary Ellen Stuth. Sandra L. Utley, Marjorie Jane Van Antwerp, Mary Lawrence Vyfaters, Carolyn Carson Ziemer, Patricia Ericka 1945 Albaugh, Anne Ballinger, Jean Barclay Becker, Sarah Jane Byrant, Mary Margaret Crain, Agnes Gillett Dom, Susan Jo Early, Nancy Rucker Gantt, Lila Russ Heald, Barbara Dora Hicks. Frances Ann Houliston, Lucie Lee Mathis, Sally Ann Meyer, Dorothy Hutchinson Riddle, Mabel Hayes Deceased OWDCQLWW., afif 'J x X? . s uf i J lkgu 3 N, me page 116 Milestone 3'CDeceased President ., Vice-President Secretary . . Treasurer . . . HONORARY MEMBERS Edna Pearl Cotteral Mary Harlan Doherty Helen Howell Louise Hunt Fannie Resor Stewart? Ruth Russell Jones Anna Langenbeck Clara Langenbecklq ALUMNAE ASSOCIATION . Mrs. Horatio Chapman page ll7 , , ,Katherine King Dorothy Koehler . .Margaret Fiske Milestone ENGAGEMENTS Lyon Badham and Charles Mirack Winchester IH Martha Closson and E. Adams Daneman Alice Hill and Audio Thomas Harry Bradford, Jr. Carol Ann Homan and George Redmond Dorothy Koehler and Stanley H. Foster Mary Randolph Matthews and Dr. I. Mark Scheinker Joan Patterson and Daniel Witten Carolyn Raemonde Solar and Major H. Ragner Albrektson MARRIAGES Juliet Esselborn Bissinger and Paul R. Fechheimer Mary Carothers and George Hahn Barbara Feid and Lt, Edwin John Mullens Ill Louise Simrall Garber and Thomas Cartwright Hall Martha Ann Goodyear and Robert Childs Mason Adelaide Kruse and Major Henry Green Hodges, Jr. Elizabeth McCullough and Marion Smith Virginia Pauli and Charles Robert Kirchen Olivia Ramsey and Duncan Fraser Brown Frances Pogue Ricketts and Robert Nelson Margaret Roos and Lt. Howard B. Grubb Gloria Vxfamsley and Sgt. Eugene Frederick Fisher, Jr, Allyne Wunsch and Charles Arnold DuBois page ll8 Milestone I og f N if Ui -K LH: BIRTHS Marguerite Hackney Balcom, a girl Natalie Ballinger Bartlett, a girl Ruth Vifalker Beyring, a girl Ruth Wagner Crittenden, a boy Rita Romell Doepke, a boy Margaret Teuchter Hauser, a boy Minnie Sherrill Kinsey, a girl Mary Alice Groom Kirschner, a girl Martha lrving Knoll, a boy Jane Shepard Lowe, a girl Marjorie McCullough Lunken, a girl Jane Rothier McClure, a girl Ann Dawson Mulhauser, a boy Miriam Waters Pease, a boy Agnes Tietig Parlin, a hoy Barbara Pogue Preston, a boy Nancy Sullivan Romell, a girl Helen Merkel Simmons, a boy page 119 f 1 , W :Jr 'v-, - W 'levy fe 35941--. T'91w'L' f , 1 fo-M ' ' ' . ' , , :J ,JM Wm. U, ., ' 1, V Wm Agagsmi lx lv,-Q - ff fw 5 7 tv W ,X Q Q 44 is xv is f' .uf U 5 f ffgf N, n,-,af - K 1 9 4 of 'X ' X X gf in X c W I , ,xii F5 ' 24 .m-1,r- f ,V , , A , I :A f wikivw v , W ww - J w ,W page 120 VI I emma MQ? J C I cc mmagg? Ewa if fmcfg 2, ' 1 X Y I W .0755 xf V f.:-Rgrfif X X w :L 5u,,La'PN,..J -Qvfwf Milestone THE FASHION TEA The twenty-ninth and thirtieth of March were two days that were circled in red on many calendars, for, on those two days. the C.P.S. Fashion Tea was held, in commemoration of the fortieth anniversary of the school. The tea was given at four o'clock in Shillito's tea room, under the auspices of the P.T.A. Preparation had been under way for some time. The models and ushers had been chosen on a basis of poise and posture by Miss Carey, Mrs. Ives, Mrs. Foshay, Lon Green and Ann Vail. The models were Haven Jones, Molly Maish, Caroline Stanley, Carol Carrier, Emily Ciest, Diana Price, Patricia Armstrong, Charlene Simons, Anne Upson, Sonia Pollack, Carolyn Marsh, Ruth Harrison, Betty Resor, Clover Brodhead, Elizabeth Mirsky, I-ydia Wyman, Stephany Frank. Montica Brohard, Virginia Durrell, Joyce Henefelt, Anita Burroughs, Stacey Floyd Rockwood, Michael Pleasants, and Mrs. Donald Heekin. The ushers were Jcan Schmidlapp, Judith Price, Sally Fry, Mary Ives, Cameron Dill, Janna Marvin, Anne Durham, Betty Hungerford, Patsy Stanley, Eugenia Bauer, Barbara Hill, Elizabeth Carson, Nancy Foshay, Patricia Hotchkiss, Hart Hagin, and Nancy Crothers. During the intermission, Jane and Anne McIntyre exhibited their skill at the piano. Toni Avery and Jane Vinsonhaler were the Fashion Show commentators, and the prize-winning poster, drawn by Judy Price, was exhibited on the tea room wall with the other poster contributions. In a glare of lights and flash bulbs, to music from Bert Fatber's well-known fingers, the models did a fine job, but this was only surface work, since the rest of the school, Shillito's, and the P.T.A. all worked hard undercover to contribute to the success of this venture for our Special School Fund. page 122 Milestone page 123 FASHION TEA Milestone page 125 Milestone We wish to thank our many friends who have helped to make this Milestone possible: Mrs. Andre A. Andraud Mr. and Mrs. Fred Bimel Mr. P. W. Boswell Mr. and Mrs. W. Thomas Craig Mr. J. W. Crothers Mr. and Mrs. G. A. Dornheggen Dramatic Club Mrs. Richard Drew Mr. and Mrs. L. J. Fankhauser Mr. A. W. Forester The Freshmen Class of C. P. S. Miss Hannah Green Mr. and Mrs. Matthew Addy Green Mrs. Frederick A. Hauck Mr. and Mrs. Edwin J. Hayes Mrs. John W. Herr Mr. and Mrs. J. E. Hewitt Mr. and Mrs. Douglas G. High Mr. Clark Hungerford Mr. William C. Hyde Mr. Robert E. Ives Dr. Herman Keck Kenmont Foods and Appliances Kennedy Heights Fruit Market Mr. and Mrs. C. L. Koehler Mr. and Mrs. John A. Lloyd Mrs. H. A. Lockwood Mr, and Mrs. H. E. Lockwood Mrs. Donald A. Maish Mr. and Mrs. J. W. McGarry Miss Aurelia P. Mclntyre Meyers and Rixey Life Insurance Co. Mrs. J. W. Miller Mrs. George Noyes Ponder and Waddell-Meats and Groceries Mrs. Thomas Paxton Price Dr. and Mrs. Sam Pollack Mr. A. S. Prince Mrs. Bertha Spicker Mr. H. W. Streeter The Glee Club The Student Council Mr. W. W. Tangeman Mrs. Alexander Thomson, Jr. Mr. and Mrs. George Vinsonhaler Mr. Charlton Wilder Mrs. E. A. Woods Miss Peggy Wulsin page 126 'S Y, ' fx-X. fikff- xx? -,..ix6i4 K X., -f' ' L1,.. M X j :Z ML,-i df' LX MMMW .G, Prize Poster - 40th Anniversary Style Show by JUDY PRICE '47 page 127 5: W K?R?C? 70 M ' 55 on your dial mfwvww Q wfcdlk - The Biggest Smn Town WH, qfdvu., I HQ' nfwggw-fs...J N5-mw.Ji5 page 128 Milestone X S NXC l.L GQ-MJK fm. my Www? if free! c err www wwgmbeym, W' mm, Vw., W, 55222 WP. LLQJMIT 'W Mi? M 43'b'+C1E1Lruf2on E340 gfywb - ad-O,JT19ej0y of giving of KMC my Lg W hQUQ Us- Qnmwwfmfed '--f' f .' 9l2m.6mx- MPM- new SWA fwLlU1. My 'Ne um 03.5, 0'3o.uic9 Somivm E CHAMBER o COMMERCE BLDG. fymjym U00 MAin 6649 Qowwm, 'lwiw JJMJMJQE. RWM ' dnl O-livin George L. 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