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

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Whig: ' : r At the umpire's summons, she arose, picked up Joe, her old pal, and with all the air of a member of the Reds took her place at the plate, a home run in mind. After having rejected three balls most scrupulously, she spotted a satisfactory one, swung instantly, and with the entire force of her body socked, sending a low, swift, and accurate ball beyond all of the fielders. Thrusting the bat aside, she rounded the bases in long, steady, swift strides, reaching the home plate with not a second to spare. Sinking down into the cool grass to rest up for another victorious crack at the ball, Angie seemed not to notice, except for a word of thanks, the praise and congratulation which were shouted at her. V ' HELEN WAGNER, '46 What Senior might be seen in front of the record-player or the radio, a dreamy far-away look in her eyes, and her arms hanging limply over the arm of the chair? One arm hanging, for the other hand would be playing with a tiny curl just in front of her ear. You speak to her: no response. At last rousing her from the deep reverie into which good music usually sends her, you receive an absent-minded, indifferent answer, and Norma slides back into a delicious absorption in thought. DOLORES BALLMAN, ,44 Back in the corner, paying no attention to any distraction, studying almost ferociously, sits a brown haired, brown eyed student. There are books in front of her, at her side, all around. She is literally closed in on all sides. So that she will not have to disturb herself to look for some reference, she has thoughtfully brought the reference books she will need with her. No, Mary Leah-will not waste a minute of her study hour, and you can readily see by the intent look on her face that she is absorbing every bit she is reading. She is the picture of an animated student on the track of something, and nothing will prevent her from gaming her point' JEANNE CLAIRE VEHR, '44 Page sixteen 55651if1tSi51E'f'.?f:Se'!fsj.,Qe,:f39 ' 3 ri'-if - 1

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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

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Just imagine a young girl full of pep and vitality, sitting behind the wheel of her car. She is laughing, probably at the latest joke she has just heard, but her eyes have not left the ribbon of road before her. I-Ier blond hair is blowing with the breeze from the open window. No camera can catch that bright sparkle in her blue eyes or those dimples that magically pop out each time she smiles. Can you see her? If so, you have a mental picture of Dottie. MARY JANE POPKEN, '44 Instead of being huddled around the victrola, a number of blue-uniformed girls were standing about the piano, eagerly listening to popular music played by some unidentified artist. Inquiringly I peered through a little crack, and saw the pianist's face. It was a Senior humbly playing for the entertainment of her underclassmen. Her face was all aglow with pleasure or heat, her lips moving gaily to the words of the tune, and her eyes taking in the notes, the piano keys. and the girls on either side of her, - all at the same time. Black hair twisted and turned on her white collar with every turn she made of her head to keep in time with the music. Slim, white iingers flew up and down the keyboard, at times doubtfully, at times firmly. Pat it was, the girl who plays the accordion at home, but the piano at school. ROSE MARIE QUAING' '45 . . s . . s Louise is always busy doing one thing or another. It is hard to tell where you could find her. You may look through the keyhole of the sewing room door, but then she might be in the English room. If these places do not give you satisfaction, I should then advise you to look on the hockey field, or on the basket-ball court. Probably you are still looking for a Senior who is very hard to find. As a last chance, I think I hear her amongst that group of younger girls, who, as well as the Seniors, number her among their friends. ROSE MARIE HURLEY, '44 S64 Question Senior privileges are vague things. I used to think that there were many. Now that a senior I've become, I often ask if there are any. DOROTHY MUETHING, '43 Page seventeen 'weft , . 155 il . 1 -J i - -, J? f .gc if f, .'-,- -2 i