St Annes School - Synopsis Yearbook (Charlottesville, VA)

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mcuimrfis, iw-tcp Lrfiris HAVING waited for long hours for Miss Mitchell to finish handing out money so she could cut my hair or scratch my back, I finally decided I might as well go to the school building. As I started out the door, who should come tripping by but Mrs. Davis, a sheaf of inspection notes in hand. As I did not have time to talk, I hastily left the building and, to my great delight, I met Mrs. Snoddy, who had taken time out from her science classes to bring me a dog biscuit. While I was eating ravenously, I heard someone muttering about juicy roasts and brown gravy. Hungrily, I looked up, but it was Mrs. Walker talking over the night's dinner with Miss Gibbs, who stood hypodermic in hand-f lu shots, no doubt. Onward I went into the school building, where I suddenly heard, Ouch!,' followed by, I don't mean to be casting asparagus on anybody, but . . . I wandered on past Mrs. Waddell's room in time to hear Mrs. Duke saying, Now, ya see, if .this angle of the right triangle has fohty- five degrees, ya see . . .', I stopped for a moment to increase my knowledge of math, and then passed Miss Cochran's office, pricking up my ears, I heard Miss Cochran say, Now, Paula, you know somebody will come in any minute with a new request, and Ilve got to get my black book straightened out first. I glanced in and saw Miss Dresser chewing on her glasses, pushing at her hair with one hand, and trying desperately to draw Miss Cfs attention to the finances. At that moment, a student dashed up to the bookstore, and I chuckled as I heard Mrs. Yoe say, No, the mail hasn't come, and you know you are not supposed to buy anything until lunch time. The door to the school building opened, and in came Miss Foss and Miss Davis. As usual Miss Davis was appropriately dressed for her dance classes, and Miss Foss was balancing a basket- ball in one hand and clutching a hockey stick in the other. As they reached the head of the stairs, they were nearly mowed down as Miss Coleman galloped by, camera in hande-late again for class. 7 Somewhere below a door opened, and I heard Mrs. Randolph replying to some inquisitive soul: What doyou think I mean? Be specific. Define your terms. At this, Mrs. Elliott strolled by, carefully explaining to her husband the tvpe of set and lights needed for the next play. Glancing at the clock, I frantically realized that I had just enough time to get to the second floor before the sixth grade would come by in full force with Mrs. Kelley and Mrs. del Greco. Upstairs, the first sound to reach my ears came from M'rs. Boaz' classroom, where a voice energetically repeated, Repetition, repetition, repetition ! This didn't mix so well with the sound of Mrs. Clemons getting her voice in shape for the job of auctioning at the Junior Bazaar- Q,uid bz'dis? Next, Madame Micaud entered her classroom with, Bonjour, Mademoiseller, asstjyeg- vous. As I passed Madame Perrenoud's French class, her voice was raised questioningly, Who is murmuring? I hear a murmur! In quick succession, I heard Mrs. Hankins asking, Do you mean the fohth problem about the circle, or the fohteenth? and, from the library, Miss Gibson saying, Now you people are in here to study . . . As I was about to go back downstairs, Miss Coltrane and Mrs. Alford passed by me on their way to the third floor. Miss Coltrane was explaining the rhythm of a new piece of music, and I heard her half-singing, Now, it goes 'one and two and three and four.' M Mrs. Alford replied apologetically, Oh, I didnit understand that! Oh, I'm sorry!' I arrived on the first floor in time to hear Senorita Unamuno greet Mr. Donovan with, Do you go or do you came? Mr. Donovan shifted his stack of notes and said, No, I'm here for the Senior Biblef' At this last, I decided that my education had been furthered sufficiently for the day and headed for the cool shade of my favorite tree. 'l8i

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Miss CATHERINE OFFLEY Co1,EMAN lDlEDllCA ll'llON HO is liable to slip into your room while you are deep in thought, startle you out of your studies with the sudden glare of a flashbulb, and happily laugh fwith her own special roarj as she clutches the camera and steals down the hall in pursuit of new unsuspecting subjects? Who announces her arrival and departure with the thunderous spluttering of an extremely undersized car? lVho was it that bewildered all of us, not to mention herself, by moving from floor to floor, and room to room at the beginning of this year? Cl thought she'd never settle down lj Her sitting room has seen her work without pause on such occasions as that mem- orable one when the Annual had to go to press, even though she should have been in bed the entire time because of her cold, and it has seen her give generously of her time to anyone, whether the help was needed for French, English, Chemistry, Math. her own subject CBiblej, or just one of the many trials and tribulations of daily life. Above all, who has the understanding of Hosea, the perseverance of Moses. and the patience ofjob? . . . W'ell, ofcourse I mean Jlfiu faflnerine Offley Coleman i7l

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