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

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A Short Short Play LOST .... A HEAD or I Told You It Would Happen by Doctor G. Watta Halfwit Year-3940-500 - 1:3 Place-I wonder?? Act I Corinne S-Hello, there, Gloria! Gloria G.-Hi-yah, there, Corinne! Act II Corinne-Did you know that I have taken up story- writing as a career? Gloria-Nog sold any- thing yet? Corinne-Yes, my watch, hat, shoes and overcoat. THE END. A Bedtime Story By Sleepy D. Berry ZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzz THE END. WANT ADS Wanted: Receptionist for modern rocket ship dental office. Must have knowl- edge of operation of telivis- ory X-ray. Must be ex- perienced in administering zyxistom C99th elementj, anesthetic, and should be familiar with the murohor- dictoscope. Call VX99990g ask for Mrs. Ruth Stein- berg Goldtooth. Wanted: Five able young ladies to assist candy sticks and cordial mints. Must be thoroughly experi- enced, as this firm has a well - established reputa- tion. Miss Napovitch will interview all applicants personally. Bring refer- ences and certificate auth- orizing you, expert arseni- cal solution mixers. Call ARSenic 18763 ask for Sweety Scarpato for appointments. ADVERTISEMENTS Ladies: Face the Facts! Are you homely? Do you appeal to men? If not, why not? Send for the Mde. Barone Nine Weeks' Suc- cess Course. The Mde. guarantees you will have the figure of a Grecian model with arms and with- out lines and the face of a dazzling zombie in nine weeks. Waste no timeg get beautiful! What does the future hold for you? A good job? A home?-or the poor- house? Concetta Scorsone analyzes your astronomical aspects in her booklet, Knows Less, and Tells Nothing. It is on sale at all rocket stands. FOUR OLD HANDS Inky handed pioneers three Working on the prophecy. No, it's four with Marian, Who's sitting on the red Chartreuse walls and crim- son rugs, And all of us are going bugs. We try to think, but no can do, Remembering things we never knew. The clock ticks on, and time goes by, Look-Gloria's about to cry. Dixon tears her hair with rage, Kruger slowly bends with age. Alas, three hundred strong are they, 'I'hese names that cause our hair to gray. We lean against our desks and work 'Til shadows round the candle lurk. The day is come, the march begun, The new school song is be- ing sung, The girls are marching down the aisle, But four are missing from the file. There in that musty room they sit, The prophecy is still un- writ. Roosevelt is even out, Louis, too, has lost a bout. Oh, some Fine day in years to come, The prophecy's at long last done, They'll at last get their di- ploma Then hobble to the old maker in decorating arsenic divan. maidys homa- . , .2 A , - 1 1 L 1, ' V . I My wi + . . i . f f fi fl w ' '! I-' ffl! m 'f l , vt 'X , X' tk in .W that ilk 1, . A 3, K I .ff 4' v . ki .s Q W'-,. 3 QL, If 1 tv V Alf. V . Lx . - ' '- E 3 A DAYS 65!

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of plenty and stumbled upon an obstacle-a new world. This obstacle be- came a haven in 1620 for those men in whom the spark of freedom had come to life. Then a glorious dec- laration in 1776 preserved for this new land the Hame of liberty it so justly de- served. The opening of new frontiers gave these people a chance to pioneer once again, not across another ocean, but across the vast lands west of the Mississ- ippi. Then in 1942 there was another great discovery- new personalities from the Class of January, 1942. 1962 - First Anniversary of the World Peace Court. When the Class of January '42 left school exactly 20 years ago today, they were determined to help make a world of everlasting peace where all mankind could be free and equal, and to re- build the slums of the na- tion so that even the poor could know nature through contact as well as books. Today as the World Peace Court celebrates its first anniversary, these pio- neering women can see the realization of a dream that began when they were still students in high school. When they became the voters and mothers of the nation, they fought, by bal- lot and personal repres- entation, for a world court that would help to bring about world peace. They did not want their loved ones to go over the top as those young men and boys did in the other wars long ago. Presiding over the court are such well known judges as Dorothy Strom, Aida Crocetti, and the Ben- jamin Franklin of today, Emma Jacobs, with Lillian Lunetzky as court secre- tary. Razzing The Trail Miss Marion 'Fisher was seen the other day at a tea given by the chemists of America. Your repor- ter has been informed that Miss Fisher scorned the delicious repast set before her and drew a luscious- ly juicy orange from one pocket and a creamy ba- nana out of the other, and proceeded to munch calm- ly amid the noise of the battle of the silverware that was being waged by those hungry unfortunates around her. ll Q il 4 That Schreider was' a stun- mer girl There is no doubt at all For we can plainly see that she Arrived before the Fall. This ludicrous and dar- ing ditty sums up very well the personality of our charmingly vivacious Cor- inne Schreider who ap- peared at the Jan '42 prom in a strapless cement mixer affair with opened kneed wading boots, dragging a full time potato peeler. Our dear Corinne, who is a well done edition of Hope and Hopelessness, has just signed up with the well known Bova Radio Com- pany to liven up their I dare you to listen pro- gram. I am now sure peo- ple will not have to be dared, they'll have to be bribed. Professor Myra Teitel- man, who is now teaching advanced mathematics at Dartmouth College, has created a new movement- hearts and pencils are both moving at a slightly in- creased speed. The dear boys are trying to teach their teacher something Cas if they couldj-that one and one make two, and one more a crowd. lk lr Ill lk The hapless, hopeless Miss Beatrice Kruger, de- signer for Lord and Tay- lor, recently set the fashion world on its ear with her 64 J v-'av-v creation of a comfortable finger-tip length strait- jacket, trimmed in some- thing cute, for the jitter- bugs. lk Ik Ik IF The other day your re- porter accidentally bumped into the witty and talkative Miss Edna Eble. But, here's the catch! The name is no longer Eble, but Mrs. Charles --. Can you guess? Are you darning Charlie's socks, Edna? No, he wears them with the holes in them. Ik Hi li If A new record was re- cently set by Miss Shirley Deitch in giggling. Miss Deitch extended the time for the hee hee's to one hour. Although her compe- titor, Miss Gloria Di Rus- cio, had a louder and more contagious laugh, Miss Di Ruscio had to stop for an- other breath after 35 min- utes. Good luck to you, you slap happy girls! IF 4 il if Miss Kathryn Aiello, pri- vate secretary to Mr. Laird Craig, brilliant and prom- ising young lawyer, re- cently plunged into matri- mony with her handsome employer. The bride wore arsenic and old lace and carried her long hand in- stead of her short hand. The bride and groom are honeymooning in the wilds of Borneo. CWhat, no Otty?J Attending the wed- ding were: Dorothy Welsh, Pauline Di Benedictis, and Nancy Rollo. if li lk Ik Recently at the Magavero Hotel, Seven of the mem- bers of the Philadelphia Board of Trade held their annual meeting. Present were: Rose Benedetta, Hil- da Brownstein, Carmela Calvello, Marie Flesca, Marie Ferraro, Dorothy Caniglia, and Sylvia Dubin.

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-yy. v-W v ,-- fri, fv- ,:- 1 if-rpyw, Y 716 Day I5 Done . .pgs -:m i a - - A U ,.-. .4,. ...z .vw-ff-Q5 -' . f-:.4 Z pt ..-ffl' 1 ' I' W A mwillll . FI- '.5,?2 Mr. Longfellow Didn't Know the Half of It The day is done and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a bomb comes flying downward From a bomber in its flight. I see no lights in the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, For a black-out has dropped o'er the village So we can the foe resist. A feeling of terror comes o'er me A cold and deadly fear As I hear the anti-aircraft guns Shooting planes down like deer. The flames leap higher and higher As they bomb the utility plants, And the people run for the bomb-proof cells To escape the bullets that pass. Then suddenly everywhere quietness reigns As the bomberis motors grow faint, And the people venture forth once more To smother the hungry flames. Come, read to me some poem Some simple gem from an earlier day, That shall soothe this sickening feeling' As the bombers fly away. Then the misery and worry, And the cares that infest this day, Shall retreat like the host of invaders, And less noisily rumble away. RUTH PENNINGTON 66 'WEE