St Timothys School - Steward Yearbook (Stevenson, MD)

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DEDICATION BECAUSE you gave width to our horizons, height to our ambitions, and depth to our understanding, Because you taught us to think intelligently, and laugh seriously, Because You included so much else that Ucloes not necessurilv concern English but is part of our education, And for the basis from which wisdom grows, VVC cleclicate our yearbook to you. ROBERT LISLE

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Literary Editors THE STEWARD St. Timothy's School Stevenson, Md. ol. V IUNE, 1959 No. 2 EDITORIAL STAFF CONTENTS Page Editor-in-chief CLASS OF 1959 . . . 6 NA'1'lI.KLIE 1'lUBBARD NI Z4 EINIORABILIA .... . Awclflle Editor CLASS OF 1959 STATISTICS . . 28 X'OLINA In X'AI.EN'l'INE CLASS SONGS . . 36 DELLA P. BLAKE LIBBIE F. CERRX' FRANCES H. JACKSON CYNTHIA JOHNSON DEBORAH S. PEASE CYNTHIA E. SCI-HNIIDT ELIZABETH H, XVATTS Clippings Editors CYN'1'IlIrk B. BETNER FLORENCE T. BRYAN LIICILE DAVIS ANN P. IJIILL Exchange Editor 1N1ARY P. BONSAL Alumnae Editor 1Xr1ARY BIIFORD BOCOCK Art Editor ETHEL P. BENSON Sports Editor AMANDA SCHIFFER Business Manager PENPOINTS .....,... The Weekend-Delia P. Blake '59 . . Shades of Salem-Diana L. Vlfalker '60 . Shadow-Laine Dickerinan '62 . . . The First Act-Libbie F. Gerry '59 . . Existence and Life-Libbie F. Gerry '59 . The Dam-Amanda Schiffer '59 . . . Give Me a Light-Martha Hutch '61 . The Black Tie-Lucile Davis '59 . . . A Summer'S Dawn-Nathalie Hubbard '59 Su1IImertinIe-Cynthia E. Schmid t '60 . Ambition-Diana Walker '60 . . . The Writer's Relation to His Culture- Nathalie Hubbard '59 ...... TO Conquer Common Sense-Ann Hill '59 WISE AND OTHERWISE . PRISCILLA WORK ALUIXINAE .... Associate Business Manager CLIPPINGS ' NIARIA D. RYERSON SPORTS . . . Head Typist ADVERTISEINIENTS . ISOBEL BRAWLEY

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CLASS POEM Here on the table, In the midst of our green years, In the midst of our hoping, Our future-looking fears- Here on the table Lies a gift, wrapped in white, A wide, blue ribbon tying Up the inside from our sight. Yet, we know the inside With its flaming golden days, The sparks of new-found interests, And laughter's warming ways. We all know the inside, Yet, this gift, to each alone, Holds a special, flashing spark That she may call her own. Here, now, in our hands, As the echoes start to ring, And the colors brightly flame With the thankful songs we sing, Here, now, in our hands Is your gift, our gentle guide. The outside steers our future, For we know what lies inside. LIBBIE F. GERRY, '59