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

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BY THE MERIT OF THE WEARER3' -Merchant of Venice lx SILVER S 0UTHERN'S honor society is known as the Silver S. To be qualif Sed for this scholastic society, a girl must have an average of 90 in at least two majors, 80 in every other subject, and not more than one 70 in a minor. After she meets the above standards for four tcrms, she receives a silver pin in the form of an S in her senior year. Ivfany Southernites have tried to achieve the honor of being a member of the society, but not all have succeeded. To those who have sucf ceedecl, we bow and say, We congratulate you. Seventy-j'iz'e

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f : a-.wins 4 I ',-r. 3 L FOR NOW I AM IN A HOLIDAY HUMOR N ' 'L W -As You Like n ft ' I ,na The biggest hit of the 12B term undoubtedly was the Schwenksville trip. For almost three hilarious days, the slackfclad carefree girls inf vaded Spring Mountain House, explored the hiking trails looking for Point Lookout which couldn't be found, toasted marshmallows and popcorn in the fireplaces, went congoing through the halls at three in the morning, put garlic and cornflakes between the sheets, and had the time of their lives. Of course, some features stand out more than others. For instance, the occupants of Room 19 unmercifully dunked one pajamed 12B into a tubful of water. Room F kept the teachers up till four A. M. to eat corned beef sandwiches. Room E was next door to Mrs. Shegog's and Miss Lever's room and naturally had easy access to three boxes of canf dies fand a closet door which unsuccessfully held a box of crumbsj. There were two occasions when there was a perfect school clap, and fortunately Dr. Field was there both times. On the third floor in Room 24, a closed unit spent Sunday morning eating the only jar of pickles left in the house. Later, one of the seniors took her friend's sisterly advice and tried eating tomato sauce on lime sherbet. On Saturday morning, the girls presumably went to sleep about three, but everyone else was up by six. Brave intrepid souls went hikf ing through the fields before and after breakfast and took pictures. When they came back, there was a shortage of dry shoes and socks. The billiard table in the playroom was a constant source of worry for no one seemed to know what happened to the balls once they fell into the pockets. Late Saturday afternoon the girls went scavenger hunting. They divided into groups and spent three quarters of an hour running across fields, scampering through the woods, and crawling through thickets. Gussie, the pet turtle Miss Lipp found, disappeared just be' fore the hunt so the girls had to go hunting for another. Saturday night the fun began all over again. Grouped in the ref creation room, the girls enjoyed the skits and songs from their class- mates, Libby Magness bringing the house down with a few of her well chosen songs. Miss Lipp and Miss Lever gave earfilling versions of songs from Oklahoma , but the hit of the evening came when the class taught Miss Long how to sing One Meatballf' In the latter half of the evening, the A. M. hours, the majority of the girls were found in the few rooms that had all the food. On Sunday morning, the girls had a little more sleep, and the ones who didn't go to church went back to sleep again. Then the big event came when Dr. Field, Mrs. Field, and Mr. Shegog arrived. After lunch they were besieged by camera fiends who took pictures galore. Later, a minor riot occurred when some goodflooking boys came to look Spring Mountain House over? The main preoccupations of the girls were eating, sleeping in the daytime, eating in the nightftime, taking pictures, and eating, but along with everything else, the girls took time out to appreciate the beauty of the countryside and the comfort of Spring Mountain House. It was hard to bid goodfbye to a wonderful time, but we all have some precious and unforgettable memories tucked away for the future. Seventy-seven