St Marys Hall - Ivy Yearbook (Burlington, NJ)

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rated Cbeautifully, we were surej for Thanksgiving and Christmas, and presented our banners, designed by Doofer, at the Bishop's Feast. Ricey's letters from the Southwest we all remember. And who could forget the Hrst Lawrenceville dance? Or those Aptitude Tests most of us struggled through in June? Or the little visitor that Luther and Mosher had? And after graduation, when we had our rings and were really Seniors! Ah, crowning glory. Once upon a time, a very long time ago, about last Fri' day, . . . we tried to remember all the things that had happened to us since we were Seniors. There were three new members in September, for one thing. Carol, Nancy and Gladys came to join us. Sonya had been elected president of the Student Council in june, and Nannie was class president. Miss Evelyn Jenkins was our class adviser. At first there seemed to be lots of time. New responsibilities, of course: Chapel Line, three Seniors on Council QBarbara as rep' resentativejg the yearbook with Suzy as editorfinfchiefg our authors to be written about for English, serving lunchg and proctoring study halls. We were feeling a little like Pooh, trying to be a cloud way up high when all the time we felt like Bears of Very Little Brain. There were fascinating privileges: Saturf days in Philadelphia, Senior Coffee, extended bounds, lunch and movies downtown. But there were months and months ahead until june. We've been to Beach Haven again, Sonya disappeared into the Infirmary for so long that everyone became worried, and Nannie experimented disastrously in the Chem. lab., and had to be put away for a while. A PrincetonfHarvard football game had a week end and houseparty attached for Judy, who was misty for days. Fuddy came to see Mousie, and Nannie called Sam, neither of which occasion we have ever heard the end of. Joanie went off to a huge week end affair at Trinity, which we may say Cwithout fear of contradictionj was a success. Our loveflife was picking up! Especially after the October week end-i. e., Doofer and those lettersg Louie and those dances. We gave What Men Live By under Miss Bucher's direcf tion. The Service League was organized, and we were proud of Hogey and Peg who headed committees. We decorated the Chapel for the Mystery-the last we'll see as students, we thought wistfully. And Suzy and Marty drilled us in our songs for the dinners'-both the songs and dinner hitting the allftime high! That night before going home for Christmas we carolled through the streets of Burlington, and spent the rest of the late evening on Miss Newbold's hearth rug trying to warm ourselves up again! Ah, the luxury of it all! It was quite a marvelous vacation-Louie started getting special deliveries, and Carol found a dreamy date for the prom and also became an aunt! We came back to ind our Central American amiga, Gladys, had left us to be a bride! All happiness to you, Miss San Sal' vador! And now it's almost midfyears. fCont'in11erl on page 291 HMM W, , ' a- may -1 M- - mi ll' lf A .gig 4 f' 191 ll! 'J-Lultl ' f 7 17' x 5,7 p. gigs . S :.... may A Y . T -- J 9 4 :I V I V, . - In 'V is xx? ' V I '. Y -. A ,ll ' 'i . N i 41 , 3 1: N rl f K gi. Aii lla C ,y W , l' M i m., All 9 AQ l I Hi li: Sill ll dll' C ll X 1 mx I ' x ' ' , if Q by fy 'Q 1 45 ,f f r ' :N X ,x - f xr f -. , rx I rap fa:- N xa all 4- Nf -- - fl - L- --ggi.. ' -+L - - - :--W: -,':,:?: -. :Qt. wig:-inn A C mv, -'mf A , ,, N I I , N I I I ff 49' 'f 1 A ' - N 1 if , - i i . j ' Q il l I , ' x , x Q r I? I ff r QI. n MA Q2 g il . li u4k.! , ' f fri ff ills l , :lu 'X ,J . 11 fx 'X - ' ' ,-4 fl, , , ,I 2.0 i' ' ' V 1 ,.41 i ri, f ,, ' I glillgw. , 421 W- gf f i Q' -QEQSJW 1- ' W ' . - ' W77 New W- Zi' 0 1 I 'ff f f ff is J 5 f X' R l UZ S 1 ,ff , I wi, N T 1 X I N l 4 y l 4

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ive H Z 63 fi J .K Cfil . N' , 4 ul I xN I , l , l mi f X X Y '- ,f ff' f 'Q - I ' uf J Xi Q55 s 1 M RQ A K li li xx il ' vi lf A I lv l V Y ll.. 'TN ,gas 7 Qf. ,ffl 'K fir xxx 'f' J fi ,f I , 1 5 X. ,f l 'Wa fi , , L93 CLASS HISTCRY Could you very sweetly tell WinniefthefPooh a story? said Christopher Robin. I suppose I could, I said, what sort of stories does he like? About himself. Because he's THAT sort of Bear. When we were very young, Freshmen, that is, we were Sonya, Suzy, Janice, Carol Cleaveland, Dorothy Johnson, Nancy Norris, Patricia Hill, Arlie Lundy, Susie Appleton, and Mary Colonna. Miss Morton was our adviser and we elected Arlie president. Suzy Cthe Mouse j and Nancy and Patty had come to the Upper School from the Middle, but the rest of us were brand new. Our Hrst dance Qwith B. M. IQ. And all the other firsts that come with being Freshmen and not so very young after all. Miss Doerr directed our Three Pills in a Bottle, a tref mendous success. We decorated for Thanksgiving. At Christ' mas, while Mouse stayed behind busy with the flu, the rest of us had to go home early to miss the epidemic, and missed the Mystery. We came back to a Twelfth Night party for every' one, and a Mystery which, though late, was still as lovely as ever. The only disappointment was the fact that we couldn't have our class pins, because of war shortages. Halfway up the stairs isn't really anywhere, but there we were, Sophomores. We said goodfbye to Patty, on her way back to England, and elected Arlie our president in her place. Miss Buzby was our adviser. We were Sonya, Suzy, Janice, Carol and Harpy, holdovers from the Freshman Class. New members were Molly Lou, Marty, Foggy, Joanie, and Dizzy Stuart' Alexander. We heard of Willy's death during the summer so the year began on a wistful note. We decorated for the Bishop's Feast, gave our play, Jacob Comes Home, which was received with compliments. There was the coal vacation in February, April saw our tremendously successful dance, The Jonquil Jump, and Mousie, Joan, Doofer, and Carol Cleaveland thrilled us all with large love affairs. Now we are six fteenb, or most of us are, and we are Jun' iors. Although we lost several of our number, including Molly, who became a Senior, we got a tall Barbara, who ended up Chapel Line. Lined up with her were Louie, Peg, Judy, Diane Rice, and Bess Lucas. They made live new members of a class that was already Suzy, Marty, Janice, Sonya, Foggy, and Joan. Bess left us after one semester, but she still seems a part of us. A little late Cas usualj, but with us nevertheless, Nannie arrived in February. We made lots of trips that year: Beach Haven in September and Juneg Mouse and Barbara to the Buck Hill Falls Conferenceg and Sonya, Louie, and Janice to proms. There Was the newspaper some of us worked on. We deco'

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6' . QI, 4 J -zu ' 4?-.Qi 1 F xg fn N 4 gg f' 1 I ff loss istory Excerpt from The New Yorker Editorial Page, The Talk of the Town, June 15, 1957 We went to our class reunion the other day at the Ritz ballroom, clothed in our best sable and our diamondfstudded spectacles Cwhich looked very nice with our oxfords and our woolen mittensj, and we had a very entertaining time. CWe will now lapse into narrative.j The first person we saw was Sonya, who looked quite lush with her hair dyed a bluefblack, and had a fairly accurate French accent developed for her work with the F. B. I. She graduated from Cornell with an Honorary Spy degree, and is using her talents to promote world peace. She's having a bit of trouble, though, because most of the nations' heads are not understood by their wives, seem to think Sonya the ideal understanding, female, and are in general at each others' throats. Her mascara ran a little as she told us the sad story, and we sympathized profusely, but were inter' rupted by the noisy arrival of Foggy. We turned expectantly and were confronted by a battery of skifpoles and young men in ski suits. The center of attention was the Fog herself, who looked just like a mannikin from Saks Ski Shop window, done up in a snappy red and white number. The boys were already hghting over which one was to escort her to dinner. It developed they were going to the mountains in Wyoming, where they would be practicing for next winter's International Carnival. Having learned to ski at college, Foggy can't give it up, and is fast becoming the world's most widely known woman skier. The escorts, becoming maudlin, were put out of the room, and we settled down to seeing the rest of the class, while Foggy told us of her latest maneuver on skis and her art work, which she does as a side attraction. Lackey rushed over just then, looking elegantly smooth in a new hairdo, which, we made a mental note, was done by Mam'selle Luthaire's Salon. Janice herself never waits on customers, she just owns the establishment, drawing diagrams occasionally of new hairdos for her beauticians to do. Barbara confided that she herself was fulf filling all her girlhood dreams, for she is a gleeful wife and mother combined, and teaches Russian History to the seniors in the town high school to pass the time. Everyone had gathered around by this time, and Louie added that her children and Barbaia's went to a birthday party together, and, in their mother's wellfremembered fashion, depleted the entire stock of ice cream and cake and had no afterfelfects whatever. We saw some snapshots of the kiddies and had to admit they were pretty cute. Both Barbara's little ones, a boy and a girl, were blondes, but Louie's young twins Cboys, too D had dark curly hair like their Papa's. 26