Spence School - Yearbook (New York, NY)

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SR et CLASS NINE BottoM Row: Peggy Polikoff, Wendy Gilpatric, Betty Finley, Sylvia Agathon. SECOND Row: Marianne Crocker, Elise Heck, Evan Burger, Lelia Wardwell. THIRD Row: Evyne House, Susanne Barbour, Lee Kinard, Sylvia Farmer. FOURTH Row: Patricia Schulte, Phyllis LaFarge, Virginia Faesy, Ann Hastings. Top Row: Gioia Vlahos, Dale Dorman. ABSENT: Donna Webster. We NO

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CLASS OF 1950 First TERM [BORE Bi Tbe OY 2: ens Orn to cr, hie Be cen ee a Perry Morgan Vice-President Sherry Cogan SECOND TERM REVICUGT forte Pe csteee ok se oe a Oe EE I ee Perry Morgan VEE ON RIC C77 Teer a ae eae! poe eee Oe Nc Anne. Millett SEIREDS: Anne, Lily and Ellie our rivals for “A’’s, Judy’s soprano “he-he,”’ Isabelle’s “views” (our panic for days), And Peggy’s sweet “Bubbles” with nary a flea. Joanie’s page-boy always in place, “M. J's” biology plus, Kathleen our wonderful basketball ace, And Maude’s month’s “‘chit-chat’’ no fuss. Snoozie’s love of snowballs in math, Perry's sweet voice surpassed by none, Smo Francie’s drawing such genius hath, And Sandra’s birthdays such good fun. For these things may not all remain, At least not last for long, for long; = : So out of them more fun to gain, We've put them in our Sophomore Song. Mu, hove.

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GNSS: OB 195) First TERM DEL PCI NES ge Ses ae 08h p bao oO tiny secs toh el, eat PR Mall: , fet coke eae ey Sylvia Agathon RPI LIME TI GTE Sox oe cis Sv ia cotton Bas OR ee ce ay SE A Re Evan Burger LIAS WAT eae Ok 2 oe were ton 5 WS 9 Steen it OE SN A oer oR Sylvia Agathon Vice-President . Virginia Faesy THE FRESHMAN CLASS The scene: The Ninth Grade Study Hall. The time: Any school Monday just before the bell. Freshman are scattered liberally around. Sibby, our president, has just finished re- minding us that sitting on desks and hair-combing in studies are not allowed. Pat S.: Peggy, may I borrow your comb? The bell is about to ring as Evan B., Dale D., Virginia F., Wendy G., Gioia V., and | a few other stragglers come panting in. | Evan B.: Wasn't the Latin hor-r-d ? Wendy G.: Phyllis, did you get that last problem in Math? Phyllis La F.; Yes. It wasn’t very easy. (She proceeds to give a long and involved ex- planation which Wendy does not understand.) So, you see, x equals y after all. Wendy G.: (Doubtfully) Y-yes. Gioia V.: 1 went horseback riding Saturday. Betty F.: Are you coming up to the Armory this afternoon ? Gioia V.: Horses! O-h-h-h. (She swoons) Sylvia F.: Ann, let’s go down to the gym and shoot for baskets. Ann H,: Sure. Marianne C.: Perry, Perry. I finally got a letter from him. Lee K.: Robert Q. Lewis, O-h-h-h. Lee W.: Pul-lease bring your money. This is accompanied by dramatic gestures. (Lee is our Social Service representative.) Donna W.: Is anybody going to do anything this afternoon ? Elise H.: I got a code in de head, Peggy P.: Has anyone seen my Math book? Virginia F,.: Has anyone seen my mouse ? Dale D.: It was last seen running around the French room, I believe. Sue B.: 1 got another letter from... Evyne H.: Does anyone want to be psycho-analyzed ? With our ever-shepherding president’s “Get in line. Get in line,” we end our pre- curricular remarks and settle down to the school day. Dale Dorman he,