St Marys College - Dove Castellan Yearbook (St Marys City, MD)

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1948 Wot Castellan smtmzi xzzfczv JLalt lAJiu tnd ZJestament Jf Jlie S ophomore K ta laiS ■fr We, the Sophomore Class of 1948, of St. Mary ' s Female Seminary, of the City of St. Mary ' s, county of St. Mary ' s, and State of Maryland, being of legal age and sound mind and memory, do make, publish, and declare this our LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT, hereby revoking and annulling any and all wills made by us heretofore. I To Miss Stickney we wish to extend our sincere ap- preciation for the guidance received during this past year. II To the Freshman Class we will our positions as Sopho- mores in hopes that their year will be as complete and as successful as ours. Ill I, Shirley Bowen, do hereby will and bequeath the presidency of the Sophomore Class to Olivene Taft, with hopes that her year will be full of luck and suc- cess. I would also like to leave my ability to sink while attempting the art of swimming to Mary Lou Pinder, along with my acting ability which I will to June Weiner. I. Jarvis Claypoole, will my ability to say very little to Eleanor Palmer; my dramatic (?) ability to Jewel Meagher; and, last but not least, I leave Larry to Beth Proutt to use at her own discreti on. I, Jeannine Collinson, do will to Carlotta Pardini, my ability to take exercises every night. Also, to Beth Proutt, I bequeath my slightly questionable Southern accent. I, Patricia Coogan, otherwise known as Pat, do hereby will and bequeath my philosophy of a color scheme to Elizabeth Parlett, my ability to associate suc- cessfully with the opposite sex to Jean Morris, and my naivete to my little sis, Jean Burks. I, Elizabeth Dawson, otherwise known as Bibo, in a moment of sound mind and body, do leave my midget stature to Mary Lou Pinder in order that she will not have to stoop when going through a doorway. To Olivene Taft, I also will my ability to handle those members of the opposite sex known as men. I, Laura Joe Muessen, being of reasonably unsound mind and body, do will and bequeath my slips to Ger- trude Horsmon, Mary Lou Pinder, and Grace Thada in order to save unnecessary wear and tear on the Council. My little ink marks in chemistry go to Betty Resh and my deep and everlasting love for McDonough to Yolan- da Kaiser. I, Joanne Munson, bequeath my multi-men troubles to Amie Southall. I also leave to my roommate, Jean Morris, my ability to eat potted ham with sincere hopes that she is more successful than I. I, Mary Taylor, do hereby leave and bequeath my naturally blond hair to Amie Southall to be used in harmony with her blue eyes. I, also, most joyously leave my remarkable ability to comprehend French to Norma Lou Brewster. My love for the Mountains goes to Jean Morris, by whom it will be gratefully received, I ' m sure. I, Dolores Parks, do will and bequeath my marvelously controlled temper in the typing room to Barbara Gray. My figure I would like to leave to Catherine Dallam, otherwise known as Kitty, to be used when needed. I, Lucy Ann Parlett, do will to Gra e Thada my sing- ing voice in order that BILLY THE KID might be sung in a cultured manner. I, Geraldine Rickert, do hereby will and bequeath all my blue ribbons awarded for staying out of mischief to June Weiner and also to Olivene Taft I leave my ability to sing while walking up the hall. I, Freya Sattelmaier, do leave to Amie Southall my position as treasurer in the Student Council, in hopes that she will not have such a warm day as I had, to ex- tract $5.00 from every unwilling Sem-fem. I also leave my naturally curly hair to Carlotta Pardini. I, Marlyn Sirkis, do will and bequeath my grand times at Charlotte Hall to any of the future Sophomores who are fortunate enough to have them. To Betty Chandler, my ex-roommate, I will my ability to keep my men in alphabetical order. I, Bertha Stone, being of reasonably sound mind and memory, do will my position as maestro to Alice Thomp- son. May she have a long and lasting friendship with Chopin. I, Elaine Symons, do will to Carolyn Jackson a certain bashful boy from C. H. M. A. and to my roommate, Norma Lou Brewster, I will my ability to get into trouble after lights-out. IN WITNESS WHEREOF we have hereunto set our hands to this our LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT at St. Mary ' s Female Seminary, St. Mary ' s City, Maryland, this fifth day of June, A. D. 1948. The foregoing instrument was signed by the said Sophomores in our presence and by them published and declared as and for their LAST WILL AND TESTA- MENT, and at their request and in their presence, and in the presence of each other, we hereunto subscribe our names as attesting witnesses at St. Mary ' s Female Semi- nary, St. Mary ' s City, Maryland, this fifth day of Tune, A. D. 1948. FREDDIE THE FROG of the pond in the Garden of Remembrance LUK-1E of Cactus Junction. 15

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GTfje Castellan 104S Sophomore rhtort V £ Today the daisy chain by the pool is formed in an- other number — the year 1948. It seems impossible to believe that these two years have passed so rapidly or that we could ever have been the shy, homesick, and just a bit frightened Freshmen in the fall of ' 46. Time went on, and with the invaluable aid of our class sponsor, Miss Woolridge, the capable leadership of our president, Laura Jo Muessen, we undertook the baffling tasks of assemblies, King ' s Daughters, and other class projects without too many qualms. We worked together in harmony, with our classmates and as part of the student body, although that term cannot be liter- ally applied to singing; as Miss Woolridge can well testify from the experience of teaching us Negro Spir- ituals for a certain King ' s Daughters program. This class, although not always victorious, assumed an avid interest in sports and was proud of its mem- ber, Mary T. Naylor, who belonged to the Varsity. As the months sped by we became accustomed to life at S.M.S. — the rush to the mail line — the (ahem!) numerous bids from C.H.M.A. and, of course, the first slip! Two of our classmates were Council members and did a fine job of presenting a standard example for their fellow students. Spring made her debut before we realized that it was time for the Dogwood to bloom and the first symp- toms of Spring fever to appear. We poured the exu- berance of new energy into our Talent Show and later the class heartily applauded their representatives, Shirley Bowen and Patricia Coogan, in the Speech Arts contest. Their efforts were not rewarded with the prize, but the entire student body seemed to appreciate the presentation. Never to be overlooked was the excitement of Mav Dav — the costumes, gowns, and for the Freshmen Class, a May Princess. This honor was bestowed upon Pa- tricia Coogan. who was very attractive in her blue gown. During the last few weeks of school it was, as it always is, hustle-bustle — the Senior-Sophomore picnic sponsored by the Juniors and Freshmen — the rush of the last issue of the Signal News — A.A. Banquet — Play Dav — not to mention Exams! This whirl all came to a breathless halt on June 9, and after bidding good-bye to our friends — those who would be coming back and those who would not, we departed for a well-earned vacation. Ninety days seemed to be a lifetime on June 9, but when enrollment day came around, we had to take a second look at our sunburns to be sure that we had been home at all. The majority of the class returned to S.M.S. and were welcomed warmly by our beloved School Mother, Miss France. We rapidly began to digest new names and to get acquainted with the girls matching those names. The total number of our class was 15 and with Miss Stickney as our class adviser and Shirley Bowen as our efficient president, we continued in our pursuit of the laurels. We once more exhibited team work in our first King ' s Daughters program — an oral reading and pantomime of selections from The Child ' s Garden Of Verses, by Robert Louis Stevenson. Later we scored two more successes — an amateur program for assembly (remem- ber that hilarious skit?) and a religious one-act play for King ' s Daughters. Talent was lavishly distributed in our class — Polly Parlett ' s lovely voice, and teaming with her, Mary T. Naylor — Shirley Bowcn ' s dramatic ability — Bertha Stone ' s nimble fingers at the piano — Elaine Symons and her accordion — Dolores Parks artistic creations — and Laura Jo Muesscn ' s dancing ability. In the field of sports we had Mary T. Naylor and Elaine Symons representing us in the Varsity. The class teams were also formed and the games played with a great deal of enthusiasm. In addition to our other achievements we were very proud to acclaim Freya Sattelmaicr and Shirley Bowen who won scholarship awards to Goucher and Lynchburg Colleges. The Speech Arts Contest of 1948 was in the form of competitive deliverance of short stories. As our rep- resentatives we chose Patricia Coogan and Freya Sat- telmaier. Then the faint buzz-buzz of May Day reached a crescendo, and became the main topic of conversation — weather, dates, and the opportunity to walk through the Garden of Remembrance during intermission! Among the princesses leading the Grand March were our two lovely representatives, Marlyn Sirkis and Bertha Stone. And so the year comes to an end — the end of girlish laughter — cat and coke sessions — pajamas before the twenty of — trips to the gas station — and the excitement of long week-ends. We owe a debt of gratitude to you, our Alma Mater; for under your wings we have lived together in laugh- ter and tears; dreamed the dreams of youth; and per- haps you have made many of those dreams realities. It is customary for the graduating classes to extend a bouquet of good wishes to the undergraduates wi th the hope that, they too, will have a good year. Last year, as Freshmen, we received one from the fine girls we all remember so well as the Sophomores of ' 47. We have been happy at S.M.S., and now there isn ' t much time, so let us not establish a precedent, but carry on a tradition bv saying, Au Revoir and to the Sopho- mores of ' 49 the vcrv best of luck. 14

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XEIjc Castellan 1948 Sophomore j roijh ecu It is late in the spring. The year is 1963 and I, Laura Jo Muessen, am having a few days of vacation. I slip into the seat of my helicopter and push the various con- fusing buttons which must carry me into the air. I have a 4:00 o ' clock date for tea with Jcannine Col- linson. As per usual I arrive at her home at exactly 3 : 59, and receive a hearty greeting from her six sons, all named Norman. Jcannine is very busy keeping house for her little family. After an hour or so of talking over old times and old friends, I take my leave and continue on to Washington. I decide to drop in on Betty Dawson who is also a faith- ful wife and mother. She and Paul invite me to dinner. Remembering that Bettv and I took a home economics course together back at S.M.S., I am curious to see what it has done for her. The meal is delicious ( I must re- member to go out and compliment her cook). We chat a while, but I find my time limited, and I must depart. I decide to go on to Baltimore tonight. Perhaps. I can prevail upon Jarvis Claypoole to let me stay with her in her apartment. She and Edward have finally set the date for July 5, and after their honeymoon in New- England, they will live at the far end of Massachusetts Avenue in Washington. At breakfast I run into Jerry Rickeri and Marlyn Sirkis. Jerry is now Head Supervisor of Union Memorial Hospital in Baltimore. Rumor has it that a certain young intern named Karl is showing more than a pro- fessional interest in her. Meanwhile, matrimony has lost out to an atom, for Marlyn has given up all thought of marriage. She tells me that she is spending all of her time on her latest experiment — trying to split a split atom. Hm ... A cy- clotron is her wedding ring. They tell me that Freya Sattlemaier, who is now the most famous female physician in the world, has discov- ered a single cure for any and all diseases. If I am to get to Oakland in time to pick up Mary T . Naylor, I must hurry. I have promised to take her to New York with me. She wants to see about entering her son. Bob, Jr., on the waiting list for West Point. Once in New York. I land Jaspar at La Guardia Air Field, put on my neon thumb, and hitch hike about the metropolis. My first stop is the Met, where I find Lucy Ann, ' Parlett, singing brilliantly one opera after another from Carmen to II Trovatore. Her business manager. Kenneth Read, seems to be taking care of her publicity almost as well as he is managing her personal affairs. Shirley Ha;, in, who recently changed her name to Barrymore for reasons well known to us all, has estab- lished her own theater in Times Square. She is produc- ing several Shakespearean plays, and as I enter she looks up at me absentmindedly, and I hear her mutter some- thing about, Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomor- row — . Being a very sentimental soul, I am forced to withdraw from the premises, but not without first bid- ding a fond farewell to Shirley and Macbeth. I recall something that was said about Bertha Stone making the news so I relinquish a few pennies to buy a newspaper. Sure enough! On the first page I see her picture with a long article telling about her graduation from a famous conservatory of music in Munich. She has been requested to play before many noble European families. After her concert tour abroad, she intends to return to the United States for a brief visit before con- tinuing her musical career. In the same paper I find a column on advice to the lovelorn written by none other than Joanne Munson. She is writing at her home with Ed in Texas and doing very well with six of her seven languages. She still has a little trouble writing letters in French. Flying low over Cumberland I catch a glimpse of Elaine Symons hanging out her Monday wash. I drop down to see her and comment on her snow-white laun- dry. She and Kyle are settled down to raising a fine family of two sets of twins. She sings them to sleep every night with the song she composed back at S.M.S. — Give Me the Moon. Elaine shows me her new wardrobe designed by our classmate, Dolores Parks. Dolores is now the foremost fashion designer of the Western Hemisphere, but, we, the glorious Sophomores have a priority on all her crea- tions. With a prolonged farewell, I leave Elaine to her wash- ing and continue southward. I have a few hours left be- fore I must return to work, so I stop in on Pat Coogan. Pat is the leading journalist of the day, and at present she is writing a volume of best sellers with the help of a certain Harry Mortenson. They deal with psychology, anthropology, romance, science, and architecture. Shhh! Stranger things have happened. Because she is so en- grossed in her work. I remain at her home for only a few minutes. Before I go. however, Pat who is the gay di- vorcee of the class shows me the pictures of her five hus- bands. She plans to write a book about them some day. And now. with my little volume of Ogden Nash tucked under my arm, I again climb behind Jaspar ' s joy stick and wend my merry way back to St. Mary ' s Co-ed College where I am head janitress of the girls ' dorm. 16