Villa Madonna Academy - Ros Maris Yearbook (Villa Hills, KY)

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VERBAL SNAPSHOTS She bent forward over her sewing machine, guiding the blue material in front of her. Then quickly she released the motor. Something had gone wrong, and the seam was slightly crooked. With the help of the scissors that her in- structor had left close by, she managed to rip the crooked thread. Placing the material once again under the needle and patting it gently, her hand trembling slightly, she tensely held the cloth in place as she guided it in as straight a line as possible. The musical hum of the purring motor brought a happy smile to Mary's face. For a minute she forgot all the headaches she had suffered over this same machine. Her prayer for success had not been in vain. At last she cut the thread that held her precious blue material in place and gazed almost reverently at the straight seam that was her reward for patience. J EANNE REESE. '45 A player stood silently poised on the soft green hockey field expectantly waiting her chance for a crack at the ball. Suddenly a tremendous shout arose from the crowd as the ball was knocked in her direction. Quick as a flash she raced blindly up the field, dribbling the hard ball. Mid shouts and gleeful cheers from the boisterous audience, and sticks flying all ways to block her, Kathleen raced madly toward the goal, one thought im- printed upon her mind, score! score! With every muscle straining to the utmost, her heart beating furiously, her shifting eyes pressing upon her the vital need for more speed, catching her breath in quick, short gasps, she madly rushed for- ward through her foes with jaws set in a determined fashion, lips pressed to- gether, and her mouse brown locks flying in the breeze. LAVERNE KREBS, '45 There goes the bell at 3:15 on Monday, and whom do we see but Betty Ann Dressman hurrying to change from her uniform into an outfit appropriate for a business girl, perhaps a lavender sweater and a tan skirt,-or a bright kelly green sweater and a tweed skirt. After the transformation has been wrought she is very picturesque indeed. Then she digs into the large black purse and finally locates her comb. A few rapid strokes through her golden hair, a dab of powder. a bit of lipstick, and she is ready to spend the rest of the day as one of the army of young business women who are doing their part to release workers for wartime jobs. MARY IRENE BERTKE, '45 Page fourteen

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There was just one girl sitting at the art table. Her smooth, capable hands moved swiftly over the paper as she drew first the rough outline, then sketched in the face, eyes, nose, and mouth. Her determined eyes were moving rapidly. with her hands following her glance. The figure gradually took form and grace, and the girl that was Working at it showed deep satisfaction because this was one she wouldn't have to tear up. Her feet were crossed under her chair, and her short wavy hair was hanging a little over one eye. The new class ring glittered in the sunlight as her hand flitted across the page. Her lips showed no sign of lipstick, and the eyes that darted over her paper looked like blue birds. Yes, it was easy to see that the future would be promising for Paulina. so I slowly closed the door and proceeded to my next class. JOELLA Sci-nvunr, '45 . . . - . . A young girl stood erect before the long mahogany desk of the manager of a large business concern, She was wearing a neat blue uniform with the spot- less white collar tucked beneath the folds of her open coat. Showing no signs of the nervousness which she felt, she turned her smiling business-like face toward the accommodating gentleman. Gradually, however, small beads of perspiration began to form on her high forehead beneath her neatly combed, wavy hair. Her well shaped lips parted in their inimitable way, and in a pleasing tone, Rose- mary solicited patronage for the war-time Ros Maris of '43, PAULINE NOLAN, '45 Is it time for recreation? If it is, we shall indeed venture forth to find the one girl that keeps us amused and amazed by tales of her past antics. Yes, in- deed, it could be no other than our Sally. Is it time to obtain a hostess, charm- ing and gracious, dignified in speech and in dress? Again, our Sally comes to the rescue. It may be time for a game of basket-ball or hockey, or for a swim in the pool. Our Sally is always there, ready to share and enjoy the pleasures and hows of Others' VIRGINIA MCDANIEL, '44 Pauline stands erect at the head of the diving board with feet together, hands down at her sides, and head held high. She takes three or four long steps toward the end of the board, springs, and in a moment is high in the air with all the grace of a jack-knife. She straightens out as fast as lightning and sub- merges. Coming up on the other side, she swims across the pool to climb out, proceeding as before. RUTH SCHEPER, '45 ' Page fifteen