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

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place where we praetiee our Fun Frolie songs, do last minute homework, and generally have fun. Credit is due'to the lunehroom aides and heads and to every cooperative student who has endeavored to improve the appearance of the lunehroom in order to ereate a more healthful, cheerful, and a happier atmosphere. Our Vs7ar Bond Booth in the front hall has accomplished much to eontrihute to our war effort. Southerifs war hond drives have all lween overwhelmingly successful, Being personally thanked hy war heroes at our hond rallies, we have gained a sense of pride and inspiration to lwuy more and more war honds, honds of freedom and seeurity. Much of the success we attrihute to the tireless efforts of our Wxir Bond salesfgirls, and the sponsor, Miss Anne Wimgiiii. We thank them from the hottom of our hearts for so generously giving their time to a worthy cause. We shall rememher Southern's little garden as a particularly lovely spot in very drah surroundings. The many hlankets of snow that covered it, the lovely hlossoms spring hrought forth, and the hrilliant colors autumn kept in store for us will linger in our memory in the years to come. Trevi fy-llrwi'

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'WHAT WE HAVE WE PRIZE. -Much Ado About Nothing OU rush to your locker in the annex, forget your comhination, remcmher it suddenly, and after three or four attempts on your part, it miraculously opens. You grah your gym suit and sneakers, dash to the 400 gym, start getting dressedwhile talking ahout the whopper of an English major you're just spin- ning out of, when the whistle hlows. You line up, and then follow the l, 2, ? S and the 4, 5, 6'sg in short, the exercisa intended to keep you physically lit. You climh the ropes, turn upside down and inside out on the rings. and occal sionally indulge in a free and easy going swing. You jump the horses, take high knee hcnds on the stall hars, do hand stands and somerfsaults on the mats with the slight possihility that perhaps you can take a few inches off here and there. Need l he specific? The period is overg the hell rings: the whistle hlows. You get dressed and rush hack to the annex, hreathlcss and looking likes' well, you know what! Sound familiar, girls? Yes, it's all in a day's work at Southern. Ah, lunch! That hlessed period of the day that isn't quite long enough for complete freedom and relaxation. Ice cream, cake, and candy! ls it any wonder ' , . ' . Q , . . Y , 7 '. h the lunchroom is the place where we gain what we vt lost at gym. Its t C Ttwfity-Izvo

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TO MOURN A MISCHIEF THAT IS PAST AND GONE fail Aixuu HE day for the IIB Bahy Party finally arrived, hring' ing with it loads of fun and laughter. Happy juniors came to school with all kinds of dolls, lollyfpops, and teething rings. Lockers were filled with hahy clothes and play things. Yes, today was our Bahy Party, where we would for' get for a few hours the prohlems of life and go hack a few years to the good old days when we did little more than play. At three o'clock the gym doors opened and crowds of merry hahies toddled into the room ready to have the time of their lives. Some wore cute feminine hahy dresxs with hig hows in their hair, while others wore rompers or were ready for hed with their nighties on and their favorite toys held tightly in their arms. Those who wished to play grownfups slipped away to a quiet corner where they sang dollies to sleep. Some found more fun in playing gamesg such as The Farmer in the Dell, Three Blind Mice, or Pussy in the Corner. Suddenly, the room hecamc quiet hecause it was time for real entertainment. Dorothy McMullen, mistress of ceremonies, and other girls put on a delightful program. The shy entertainers got up and danced, sang, or recited one of their favorite poems. A few of them, hlushing a little, ran for a hiding place. Time went hy, and now it was time for the judges to pick the winners in the Bahy Pageant. After a few min' utes of concentration and hard thinking, the judges made WHEN WE ARE BORN, WE CRY THAT WE HAVE COME TO THIS GREAT STAGE OF FOOLS. -King Lear