St Timothys School - Steward Yearbook (Stevenson, MD)

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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

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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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'IHE STEVVARD SUSAN VAUGHAN BAKER Sue Newt 17 Meadow Road, Baltimore 12, Maryland SPIDER XVellcsley The reason firm, the temperate will, Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill, -Wfordsworth After abandoning her career at VVellesley and Har- vard, Sue obtained a passport under the assumed name of VVooey Asparagus Newton, the Great, and, donning her sunglasses, travelled incognito to Paris to become a French cook. At present she is firmly established in her kitchen, where every morning at precisely 8:00, with glass of tomato juice in foot, she listens to the latest news on her T.S.F. Over the stove in the place of honor hangs a painting of Barlow, Iule, Ben, Will, and a Hindu. On either side in orderly rows hang various strange utensils, including a potato masher, vaguely resembling a tennis racquet and a ladle that looks like a golf club. Wlieri Ichabod arrived from Salonaiki, she was wear- ing her red scarf, polo coat, red shoes, two Spider pins, and was somehow carrying not only a huge red pocket- book but also a suitcase containing, among other things, twenty pairs of shoes-very essential for a weekend, much more a residence. As she quiets the rabble, our Self-Gov member approaches the nearest Gendarme and inquires in her best French, 'AAvez-vous des fig-newts? se' as as NIARX SHOT IILR BART HOLONHLXV 19,0 Polly , Pol-poll' e 00 Ifellscrest Road, Essex Fells, New Iersey ,V 3 of of US Q x BROVVNIFI Mt. Ilolyokcrgbg- as ,vf To those who know thee not, no words can paint, I And those who know thee know all words are faint. -Belloc Pollyo, lately of Faculty House, is always the first to say, XVould you please repeat that and the last to call Good night, All. A peek at her room will digulge the cherished Brownie costume neatly arranged on the shelf and, on the bureau, beside the teensy scrap of yellow paper with reminders to herself in microscopic hand- writing, the prized Brownie pin. Polly, a longtime member of Choir and Choral. may be found assisting Choral on Thursdays and on Saturdays arranging guided tours as Co-head of the Hospitality Committee. Bar- ring these possibilities, if she is not in her room playing her beloved preludes or perhaps Gershwin, then she is inevitably down in the Music-Drama Building prac- ticing. Pol is the only person who owns at least 150 sheets of music and keeps them in the piano bench in the Assembly Room. And who but Pol would have twin eight-year-old sisters and a personal interest in thc Ed Sullivan Show! But this is not amazing, for anything can happen around our happy roommate. A H gi. fat' i,r,,f'l wpft fab? My fm la, Q iffy? sawed wjyfyiffy ,if 'BW ,,00 l ,a.Z5fliai