St Marys Hall - Ivy Yearbook (Burlington, NJ)

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.P ' lk. - 5? , ' Q 4' Miss Cathell, sponsor of Ivy Leaves, discussing and planning a new issue of Ivy Leaves with the Editor, Mary Jermess, and Assistant Editors, Beth Davis and Sue Probasco. They are going to publish their first printed paper. Mary Jenness, Editor, giving assignments to the IVY LEAVE reporters, E. J. Stockton, Ginny MacPherson and Lesley Levin. Other reporters are Joanne Deitz, Sue Knowles, Ginny Yutz,Mar- lene Gross, Karen Fischer, Barbara Nelson, Ethel Shein, Penny Reggie, Ann Bond, Alice Collins, and Sue Kahn. Nancy Rossell is the typist. ,Y , The Assistant Editors, Mac l-labermehl, Margery Cohen, and Cynthia Cohen, having a meeting with Mimi Doak and Linda Fink, the Staff artists. -A,-va, 'ff Each month an issue of IVY LEAVES, the school newspaer, appears with its many news articles and features. This year, under the guidance of Miss Cathell, there were two printed issues, one of which is pictured on this page. There were many new features this year, such as the gossip column, Fun and Fact with .Io and Mac , and many in- teresting forums. Another innovation was the occasional use of two column articles in- stead of a paper made up completely of ar- ticles of one column only. Everyone liked the cartoons and drawings of Mimi Doak and Linda Fink, the art editors. It was always a special event when one of the editors got a by-line. This year the English department published a much improved IVY LEAVES and everyone enjoyed reading it.

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Margery Cohen, The Editor of the 1958 IVY. ee ,..,...-- x - 1 Virginia Yutz, Photography Editor. 'dl YY- Marlene Gross, Business Man- ager. Mary Jane Seifert, Art Editor. Mrs. Knoll, Advisor for the 1958 IVY. 5 Q 2'-2 4:1 'X Nancy Gray, Literary Editor

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Our budding and successful writers under the direction of Miss Cathell, Katie Hutton, Jan Colvin, Pat Clevenger, Lesley Levin,Sue Probasco, Sue Henry, and Beth Davis. Odd Moments is a creative writing club directed by Miss Cat- hell, the English teacher. Its members are as follows: Editor, Sue Probasco, Assistant Editor, Lesley Levin, Art Editor, Beth Davis, Assembly Editor, Sue Henry, and Pat Clevenger, Katie Hutton, and .Ian Colvin. Due to the arduous efforts of Miss Cathell, the Odd Moments Club put out a Christmas issue, which included works of the Upper School and the Middle School, Instead of publishing another independent Odd Moments booklet, the last three issues of IVY LEAVES will devote a page to the works of the ODD MOMENTS Club. 'Twas Ever Thus Q There I was riding down the trail without a care in the world. The sky was beautiful, the trees were changing colors, and my horse was under me - until he started to gallop. There I was, sprawled on the ground like a disjointed octopus. Only a few minutes before, Gabby had been in a trot, then in a canter. Everything had been just fine until he went into a gallop. It was then that I began to fancy myself as a jockey with the crowd cheer- ing me on. I pulled my feet out of the stirrups and moved my hands up his neck. It was wonderful - the great speed and the breeze through my hair. .lust then I gazed down to look at the road. That brings me to where I'm lying now. I don 't think any bones are broken, it's my neck that hurts. Now I wonder why I didn't land gracefully. I had fourteen hours of tumbling at camp, you 'd think I'd remember something about itl I finally get up enough nerve to pull my head out from under my left leg. Gabby is leering at me with a satisfied expression in his brown eyes. In fact, one might even say -1 W- all in Beth Davis, whose poem Impres- sions' was published in National Anthology. that he is gloating, I half expect him to sit down and pull out a carrot. Silently with every adjective at mycommand I begin to review his ancestry. I am just reaching the best part, the story of the glue factory, when I am : 'T caught up with me. interrupted by the arrival of the rest of the riding group, who have just 1 Oh, I'm ready with several well chosen excuses for my plight, but the look in my teacher's eye speaks more plainly than words. 'Come now, Jan. That horse couldn't have thrown you - and, besides, if he did, it was your own fault. I mount and fall into line. Jan I turn to glare at Gabby. He is the picture of injured innocence. Meekly Jan Colvin Published by National Literary Magazine.