St Annes School - Synopsis Yearbook (Charlottesville, VA)

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S E N ll O R S ufmz Carobfn lH'llz'ams CCAHDSB COLUMBIA, NORTH CAROLINA ,47 350 Hurrah for Carolina! Hurrah for the Tarheels! And cheers for Columbia! Will anyone ever think of them without Ann Carolyn? Of course not! And there are lots of other things she makes us think about besides . . . such as lengthy correspondence, being in the May Court, water fights in her Junior yeargfaux pas, a fur coat, and a tiny waist. Also her silly moodsg haircutting and barber to allg those bubble baths, snickering: and sudden hates on men. Then she was Secretary of the Service Council and Head of the I Altar Guild. Remember the hours she spent getting can- dles, arranging magnolia leaves, and keeping the vestments - clean? And, of course, there was always archery. Yes . . . A 5, gg, Ann Carolyn is a Carolinian to remember! Q n - V gesii- -W-. 2 W 'twfviiea s I -1 is f -- 1 I - . 5,1 ,,,.,. l Q ,.-I 'N l x - K 'F' x.',.X ....,XX l ' l Yu- 'K' -- 'L' .'-. x X l X 3' as s - I-IA .,,. 'K m .K 'f' -It 4' N --M-...- i i W, ki U FTER reading what I have written about my good friends, the Seniors, I am sure that you can see why I like them so much. Of course, I could tell many more funny stories about them such as those of suffocation while hiding in a laundry hamper, tricks to get to wear an S. M. A. coat, and so on ad irfinilum, but you know Miss Cochran is my pal too, so I have to leave her something for her final vpn vespers address. I 22 ls

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SlENlIURS J 'Uz'rgz'm'a Merrz'll Underwood Merrill CHARI.oT'rIssvII.I.E, VIRGINIA ,41 -' 50 Guess who's giggling? What's so hysterical? Merrill! She has been known for her neat appearance, her curly hair, her vivacity, her artistic ability on the Annual, her worries with Math, and her Secretary-Treasurership in the Glee Club. But what about the gal who's involved in a million scrapes . . . who sits in French Class and thinks of everything but French-and what does Madame think of that? . . . who puts forth provoking questions in Biology Class- and what does Mrs. Snoddy think of that? You think of Merrill: amused grinning, snickering . . . Laugh and the world laughs with youufwell, she's one girl who has got the whole world at her feet. X fu .f 0 ' Ni, sb J X I5' V K A ' 1, f V 'ev yx N ,JI , .1 VX ,Ir X 1 V.. A. ,g 'X Xl -. il I 7 xix J sk .5 gl f W V Q V' Q' x , ? A' x H ' vi -ji' R 1 ' XV X! .Il - J' A . - x u 1' -1 1 A ' ,l X Frea'erz'c,5a Fleming lfigton ' ' Rickie' , PITTSBURGH, PENNSYLVANIA '47 -'50 Agnes! Mary B! How in heck are we getting home? 'Nuf said, that lusty yell belongs to Rickie. Pretty soon you'll hear how she plans to spend B's money until they reach Pittsburgh. How on earth does Mary B stay calm between Aggie's, While you're on your feet, B . . . and Rickie's, B, pay the man ? In fact, how does one stay calm around Rickie? Unless, of course, she's still asleep, or pretending to be deathly ill, or something. But she certainly wasn't either of the latter two when she captained the Hockey First Team to its first undefeated season in six years: though it bordered on it when she took over her job as Kitten's Assistant Fire Chief at some unearthly hour of the night for a fire drill! And maybe it was that love of sleep that caused her to be late for so many buses. She really uses her energy on occasion, though, as the sounds from that typewriter prove. She,s typed for the Grapevine for two years, not to mention those letters. And remember her basketball prowess? Yes, she's fooled plenty of people often enough, but St. Anne's has finally realized that, with Rickie, a lot goes on behind that sleepy look! 211-

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THE WILL OF 1950 IT WAS so doggone warm today that I got to feeling sort of lazy and tired and thought I'd catch forty winks while no one was looking. Unhappily for me, however, I chanced to lie down right outside the window of the Senior Home Room. It might be that I'm getting old, or something, but the racket they were making sounded worse than a litter of six-week old pups. Sleep being out of the question, I decided I might as well perk up my ears and listen, and this is what I heard: It seems that Sally Darling had asked the Seniors to decide what parting gifts they wanted to leave St. Anne's to remember them by. Betsy started off by saying that she would leave her coy looks and flirtatious eyes to May Mann Nash, then asked Helen what her choice was. Oh, you all! shrieked Helen, caught unprepared, I guess Illl just leave them that Harris charm, poise, and sophistication? Helen, the only thing you'll leave is the junior Hall a lot quieter ! After making this remark, Sue decided to leave her ability for poise and sophistication to Mary Slaughter. Ann Carolyn fol- lowed this up with a decision to leave her'Scarlett O'Hara waist to Claire Pieper, to prevent further diets. This resulted in a series of wild giggles from Merrill, whose contribution was to leave her blond curls to Irene Darden. Joanne then added her contribution to St. Anne's: I guess I'll just leave my gracefulness, agility, and love of exercise to all future students of the dance. A sudden howl from Rickie announced her decision to leave the inimitable P. Willow posture to Teddy Sanchez. Throughout all this, Elsie had been shrieking unheeded, and now Aggie turned to her with, Try to keep it down to a small roar, Elsie. In a hurt tone, Elsie explained that she merely wanted to leave her quiet, unobtrusive manner to Lang Eyster. At this, Elise called out, O Aggie, I just can't think of anything, please come here! OK, Baby!', Now, what can I do?', Well, for one thing, you can leave and take all your mongrels with you. As Elise's voice rose in indignation, Dorrie said, Well, Illl just leave my sandals behind for anyone who wants that Grecian look. Personally, I'm sick of it. At this, Mita joined in with, And Pm sick of radios, movies, etc. I swear I'll leave Sally to the highest bidder . . . or any bidderf' Sally added, I'd be willing to leave my little radio to anyone who loves Theater Guild and has a deaf roommate. Cranfi announced emphatically, I'mjust going to have to leave a pair of my glasses here, I can't find them anywhere' After being informed that they were perched atop her head, she asked Kitten about her contribu- tion. Kitten replied that she was thinking of leaving her massive record collection to any hard- working student who could find time to enjoy it. Well, I'll gladly leave some of my intelligence to Mrs. Randolphf, put in Tut. I was saying to her just the other day, 'Now, Augusta, you really aren't very bright.' And she said to me, 'I know, Eulag you are so wise, can you help me?' So I said to her, 'Well, Augusta . . .' As Tut dashed on, Aggie broke in with her decision to keep her rather divided personality to herself, but to leave the black hair-band to Betsy Paine. Patty and Carol climaxed an argument with the compromise of leaving their Andover, etc., week-ends to all young hopefuls, and their conquests at the U. Va. to the Open Houses of next year. All this time, Flip and Poochie had been carrying on a lively conversation and Flip was heard to say in a loud stage whisper, But, Poochie, Ijust can't stand him. I mean Ijust can't! You can't stand anybody, answered Poochie in a disgusted tone. Why don't you add all those cast-off boys to the group Patty and Carol are leaving? As for me, I'll leave my distinctive hair-do to Kenzief' This accounted for all but Hawsie and, in answer to the questions fired her way, she said: First of all, Illl leave the Presidency of the Senior Class to someone with iron nerves. She'll need them. And next, on the part of the entire Senior Class, I'd like to leave our sincere appreciation and gratitude to both faculty and student body for everything they have done to give our years at St. Anne's the worth they now havef' While Hawsie was speaking, all the Seniors gradually ceased talking among themselves, and I, growing sleepier and sleepier in the warm sun, dozed off and heard no more. -l23I