South Philadelphia High School for Girls - Portal Yearbook (Philadelphia, PA)

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PooTsTEPs ALoNe THE TRAIL ---- ri' fri W 50 g.nol 1 1 , 2' With an apprehensive look toward the slowly darkening sky, lane Carter turned to her companion saying, I'm afraid we'll have to camp here, Helen: night is coming on. Yes, you're right. This seems to be an ideal spot to spend the night, answered the adventurous Helen Haines. I'll gather some twigs for our fire: you start to unpack. lane singing and Helen whistling, the two hikers began their individual tasks. Suddenly, there was a startled call from Helen. Feariul for her chum, lane dashed into the woods, in the direction from which the alarm came. Panting and breathless, she stopped short in surprise at finding Helen in a most comfortable position, complacently reading what appeared -to be a worn book. Helen, what is it? What are you doing? My, but you frightened mel Oh, Ianel Look what l've found. It's amazing, my great-grandmother's name is here. Listen to this article: 'October 15, 1941: As part of a national campaign to produce a strong national defense, a drive is now under way for healthier, more beautiful girls in S. P. H. S. Margaret Haines has been selected as the GIRL OF THE MONTH for her carriage'. How interesting! Where did you find it? asked Iane. I found it under these twigs, she replied. Sitting down to examine the papers more close.ly, lane noticed what seemed to be the corner of a book under a rock. Perhaps it came from this. I can just about distinguish the title. lt reads, 'Diary of .... of . . . ' Helen, can you make this out? lt looks like 'Class of Ianuary '42, South Philadelphia High School for Girls'. Gosh, that's our school: let's read more, said lane with enthusiasm. JANUARY, 1940 Dear Diary: Well, one year has gone and we are no longer Freshmen. The green is just beginning to fade. Ah, for the life of a Freshman! .... When you could go down UP stairways and blame it on your lack of knowledge of school rules .... When you could walk into the boys' gym, as if you didn't know it was the boys', and innocently explain that you thought it was the girls' .... When you didn't know that it wasn't the style to carry all of your books, all of the time .... When the sight of every male was a novelty' Clt STILL ISD. You know the statement, 'United we stand divided we fall?' It's all wrong lwe apologize to Mr. Lincolnl. As itty-witty lUA's some of us were in Bok and 48 1 ' Mrs-

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of all. The object, nevertheless, is not punishment for the sake of punishment, but for preventing further misdemeanors. The most energetic of the population have organized clubs which they attend after working hours. Making a special hit with the girls is the newly begun Charm Club. The feminine population is up to the minute on charm, fashions, cosmetics and all the essentials that go to make up a girl's life. Equally popular is the Social Practice Group, whose aim it is to become more cultured through practice. The more eloquent have affiliated them- selves with the Verse Speaking Group. There is always a place for the theatre and the movies in the progressive communities, consequently, they have founded a Photoplay and Radio Notice Club. They add to their cultural background by studying that of other countries through the French, Italian and Spanish Clubs. The newest of their clubs, namely the Social Service Club, promises to be the most popular and exceptionally beneficial. The members offer volunteer services to settlement houses, playgrounds and hospitals, very much needed service. Truly a democratic, progressive community, South Philadelphia High School for Girls is bound for greater recognition, more prominent citizens and finer service to our country. Pioneers in industry, pioneers in newer methods, they will be pioneers in developing more staunch, devout Americans. When one leaves, one is prepared physically, intellectually and morally to meet the rest of the world firmly. We pay tribute to S. P. H. S. once more. Reach outward-push back the horizon-breathe deeply-they are the PIONEERS. 4 P P A 47

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T: !'f 13.5.2 V- ' ' ' . uf. Fu,7--f--I - K :par-w-f'-r --fr- the rest were in Southern. We saw our estranged classmates .only during class meetings, but it seems that they had a good time by themselves. They had a Costume Club where they dressed dolls. They organized a basketball team which played the Bok girls. They had a cake and candy sale, the profits of which went to the P.T.A ..... and there was plenty of profit. Here at Southern we had those Penny Days. Remember? And how many tummy aches were caused by the vast consumption of pretzels and candy which were sold in the home rooms! lt was this year that we were first urged to bank, and We've never stopped being urged. And then our first Fun Frolicl It was held in the yard then, but even in those cramped quarters the spirits of the girls were not hampered. And how about those funny little maroon and white crepe-paper hats we wore that day? Funny that during those green days, maroon and white should turn out to be our favorite colors. lt was no easy job getting accustomed to Southern. Some of us were almost driven to using a compass to find our way around. But thanks to the untiring efforts of our IOA sponsor, Mrs. Marie Giuliano, as we entered 10B we felt like real established Southernites. By the way, if you look carefully in the composite you'll find the reason why she left us. 'Hl HO, HI HO, IT'S TO THE FAIR WE GO' . . . lt's flat . . . but I guess you grasp the idea. New York . . . fair . . . students .... money. . . . train .... lunch .... more money .... my, but that was a wonderful day! Ha, -Ha .... do you remember .... ha, ha .... our .... ha, ha, . . . . .our Bulletin Board? We were the only class that had one and yet there was no rooms to hang it. There was nothing to hang it on. The suction tubes Wouldn't stick to the wall and Whenever anyone opened the door, the wind blew it down. Finally, the Art Dep't got disgusted and gave us a new one. We tackled the P.T.A. for the first time, but our charts and posters did not arouse much interest. Are your cerebrum, cerebellum and medulla stirred by the words 'Xmas Fund'? Remember? And we didn't mind digging into our pocketbooks to help the orphans made homeless by fire. The school was first made aware that we existed when we started our victories by winning the Autumn Antics . . .. . and they haven't heard the last of those victories yet! JANUARY, 1941 Dear Diary: . Time marches backwards! The llth year was even more interesting than our Freshman year. Snubbed by the Seniors, unheeded by the Fresh- men, we felt just like the stuffings of a sandwich. But we'd show them we had distinction. We held a song contest and chose a class song, 'Ianuary '42.' Still not satisfied we asked for and got a class banner and a scholarship banner. ' We opened the closet of projects and out fell a ghost. We took the remains, put meat on its bones, gave it life and presto . . . no . . . not a Frankenstein . . . but a renewed P.T.A. Like traveling salesmen we canvassed in our own and in other classes, giving each girl an envelope in Which to put her money. We put reminders in each room and sent hand-made Mother's Day cards to our one-hundred new members. 49