Wellesley College - Legenda Yearbook (Wellesley, MA)

Text from Pages 1 - 222 of the 1939 volume:

(X) •CXfL ne 1939 rJLeaendc f COPYRIGHT, 1939 by CAROLINE CONKLIN Editor-in-Chief MARJORIE KELLOGG Business Manager he 1 3 rJLeaendi f PUBLISHED BY THE SENIOR CLASS OF WELLESLEY COLLEGE WELLESLEY, MASS. PREFACE According to the old scholastic ideal, devotion to learning was the highest possible form of life. It was a rich, per- sonal subjective experience. Today, having lost none of its personal values, scholarship has become enriched by its interest in practical problems in such fields as economics, sociology and international relations. Our institutions of higher learning include not only colleges and universities, but normal schools, teachers ' institutes, and professional schools. Higher education continues, it is true, to concern itself with unfold- ing a way of life. We receive a cultural background of liberal arts, we learn how to live well-adjusted lives as individuals, we derive the deep satisfaction of knowing the best in literature, art and music. But we study, too, socialism, fascism, communism and capitalism with an eye to the bettering of social systems. We examine psychology to help adjust the young, the abnormal, the underprivileged. We study journalism, architecture, engineering, law and medicine. We study zoology and botany, chemistry and physics, in order to understand our world, and the materials with which we work. Our knowledge of physical and social science trains us to meet specific problems. It is our goal to define those problems and to face them. Today they are the world ' s problems; we view them objectively and think that we can either ignore their challenge or accept it. Tomorrow, auto- matically, they become ours. We have a choice of two large fields in which to work. There is the prob- lem of setting our own house in order, which means taking an interest in our national government, and in furthering the democratic ideal of America by acting as progressive citizens. Or we can turn our eyes abroad, endeavour- ing to reach a solution to the international tangle — a solution which is neither a blind insistence on maintaining an unjust status quo, nor a solution which discards the basic ideals and standards governing human relationships. We do not have to solve the problems. We can pass them on to other generations. But the best that is in us, the ideals which we own, demand that we face our problems squarely and take forward steps. We must seek the solu- tion. College men and women as a whole realize that war is never a solution, but we are often surprised to find that few people outside our circles share that conviction. It is up to us to counteract mob psychology; our reason can and must control our emotion. When we entered college in the fall of 1935, all four classes consisted of war babies, born between the years of 1914 and 1918. Today in Russia, Germany, France and England — throughout the world, they are mobilizing those war babies, our contemporaries, our potential friends — or our potential enemies. We do not wish to kill them; we do not even wish to hate them. For, wherever educated humanity exists, there live the seeds of common ambitions and ideals. To share those ideals and to spread them, in sincere cooperation, is better than t o fight for them. Men die for eternal ideals; they live for passing and material ones. It is much better that we should choose to live for those eternal ideals which we have in common with all educated youth. We are a world minority, trained to be leaders in thought and action. It is our profound hope that in the face of selfishness, cowardice and sloth, we can be eenerous, brave and tireless. In June, 1,686 institutions of higher learning in the United States will graduate approximately 312,500 young men and women. But there are more of us than that, in the class of 1939. We must not forget our contemporaries at the Universities of Prague, Heidelberg, Paris, Moscow, Naples, Oxford, Copenhagen. As Germans or as Russians, their ideologies may differ from ours, but as young, thoughtful human beings, their ideals an ours. It is with steadfast hope that we dedicate this yearbook to the Class of 1939 throughout the world. A LEGEND, according to Webster — the almost uncontested source of all ■ ' - definition — is A story of a remarkable kind. Legenda, the Latin scholar adds, means to be read. It is, perhaps, a bit pedantic to cling to the letter of a definition, but Legenda, this year, has chosen that policy. The story of a remarkable kind is that of the Class of 1939, which is, in itself, not so very different from that of any other class. But in setting down the Legenda in a form as complete as it was possible to make it, there has been included the broader and more timeless story of many years at Wellesley. The traditional elements of 1939 ' s history extend far into the past, and in it, by inference, may be found a hint of the future. The story is not remarkable for its details, many of which are ordinary. If it bears the stamp of the unusual, it is in its universality, for in the history of one class are woven indications of the influences of all the others. Legenda is now truly to be read, containing as it does, the recorded memories of people . . . scenes . . . sunlight on the Tower . . . moonlight across the snow. The printed word is, perhaps, more reliable than the individ- ual memory. Legenda is intended to be a record of the memories of a com- munity of people, into which each person may read recollections which the words call up in his mind. The pictures, taken in action and not posed, are designed to supplement the words; to sharpen the images and the ideas which it is hoped the text will convey. According to the scholar ' s interpretation, then, Legenda has become A remarkable story ... to be read. •4 « Non Ministrari sed Mlnistrare Knoirledge joined tvith ideals fine Academic Procession ADMINISTRATION TT is fitting that Legenda should begin with a picture which is symbolic of the leadership given us by our teachers. It was as new and untried Freshmen that we first saw, in the Academic Procession, the out- ward and visible sign of the less tang- ible guidance which we were later to realize fully. In 1935, on a bright October morning, we crowded near the Chapel steps to watch the line of capped and gowned figures coming, in solemn dignity, from the wide-opened doors. It was as though they stepped from the illuminated pages of a Med- ieval manuscript. As we saw the sun fall on the glimmering green and red and gold hoods and tassels that morn- ing, it was the pageantry of the scene which impressed us . . . the clear col- ors . . . the slowly moving procession . . . the Tower looming in the back- ground. In June, 1939, the scene is much the same, but we, too, are capped and gowned. For the last time the mem- bers of the faculty precede us down the long curving road. But as we look at it, the beauty of the scene has a deeper significance. We are now con- scious of the individuals. We realize, as the familiar figures pass, the part which each has played in our develop- ment at Wellesley. [7] BOARD OF TRUSTEES Frederic Haines Curtiss Vice President Offi icers Robert Gray Dodge President of the Board James Dean Treasurer Miss Grace G. Crocker Secretary Members of the Board Mr. W illiam T. Aldnch Hon. Frank G. Allen Mrs. William Hewson Baltzell Mr. Harvey H. Bundy Miss Grace G. Crocker Mr. Frederic H. Curtiss Mr. James Dean, ex officio Mr. Robert Gray Dodge Mr. F. Murray Forbes Mrs. Theodore C. HafFenreffer Miss Caroline Hazard, Eiueritus Professor Amy Hewes Mr. Walter Hunnewell Rt. Rev. W. Appleton Lawrence President Mildred H. McAfee, ex officio Dr. Albert D. Mead Rev. Boynton Merrill Mrs. Frank Mason North, Emeritus Mrs. John T. Pratt Professor Paul J. Sachs Miss Belle Sherwin President Kenneth C. M. Sills Miss Candace C. Stimson Mrs. Walter S. Tower Mrs. John E. Tracy Professor Edward A. Whitney OFFICERS OF ADMINISTRATION Administrative Officers Mildred Helen McAfee, M. A. Lucy Wilson, Ph.D., |)BK Acting Dean of the College, and Professor of Physics Frances Louise Knapp, M.A., I BK Deati of Freshmen, and Chairman of the Board of Admission Alice Ida Perry Wood, Ph.D., t)RK Director of the Personnel Bureau Mary Cross Ewing, B.A. Dean of Kesidence Helen Sard Hughes, Ph.D. Dean of Graduate Students, and Professor of English Literature LL.D., L.H.D., cJ)BK, President Dorothy Mae Robathan, Ph.D. Dean of the Class of 1939, and Associate Professor of Latin Helen Thayer Jones, Ph.D. Dean of the Class of 1940, and Associate Professor of Chemistry Helen Gertrude Russell, Ph.D. Dean of the Class of 1941 , and Assistant Professor of Mathematics Kathleen Elliot, B.A. College Recorder Anne Wellington, B.A. Executive Secretary of the Board of Admission Florence Risley, M.A., Executive Secretary of the Alumnae Association [8- Ph ysicians Elizabeth Louise Broyles, M.D. Resident Physician Mary Fislier DeKruif, M.D. Health Officer, and Lecturer in Hygiene and Physical Education Margaret Rioch Anthonisen, M.D. Consultant in Mental Hygiene Marion Cotton Loizeaux, M.D. Assistant Physician Annina Carmela Rondinella, M.D. Consulting Ophthalmologist Administrative Staff Grace EtheJ Arthur, B.A. Secretary to the President Enid Straw Chamberlin, M.A., t BK Second Associate in the Personnel Bureau Virginia Phillips Eddy, B.A. Assistant Secretary to the President Marion Johnson, B.A. Secretary to the Dean of the College, and to the Class Deans Clemewell Lay, M.A. Director of Publicity Marion Lewis, B.A. Assistant to the College Recorder Marion Douglas Russell, B.A., Ed.M. Associate in the Personnel Bureau Edith Alden Sprague, B.A., B.S. Appointment Secretary in the Personnel Bu- Departmental Secretaries and Custodians Anna Elizabeth Anderson Secretary in the Department of Hygiene and Physical Education Grace Allerton Andrews, M.A. Assistant in the Departments of Education and Philosophy and Psychology Jane Burgess, B.A. Assistant in the Department of Music Katharine Bullard Duncan Custodian of the Whit in Observatory Marion Frances Finlay, B.A. Secretary and Custodian to the Department of Botany Dons Laura Flierl, M.A. Assistant in the Department of Biblical His- tory Janet French, B.A.. Assistant in the Department of History and Political Science Olive Hughes Ryan, B.A., Assistant in Fanny Garrison, B.A. Assistant Recorder in the Department of Hy- giene and Physical Education Marjorie Isabelle Greene, M.A. Assistant in the Department of Education Celia Howard Hersey, B.A. Secretary of the Earns ivorth Art Museum Emily May Hopkins, M.A. Custodian to the Department of Chemistry Marion Dorothy Jaques, B.A. Recorder in the Department of Hygiene and Physical Education Kathleen MiUicent Leavitt Secretary and Custodian to the Department of Zoology Edith Moore Naylor, M.A. Cataloguer in the Art Department Gwenvth Morgan Rhome, B.A. Secretary and Custodian to the Department of Geology and Geography the Department of Economics and Sociology Business Administration James Dean, B.A. Treasurer Evelyn Amelia Munroe, B.A. Assistant Treasurer Essie Mav ' ' an Leuven Decker Comptroller Donald Watson Height, B.S. Business Manager Evelvn Bartlett Yates, Wilford Priest Hooper, B.S. Superintendent of Buildings and Grounds Florence Irene Tucker, B.A. Purveyor Constance Clark Covey Dietitian Ava Close Minsher Manager of the Post Office B.A., Manager of the Information Bureau [9] Heads of Houses Ethel Isabella Foster Head of Olive Davis Hall Elizabeth Donnan, B.A. Head of Crofton House Helen Drowne Bergen Director of Horton, Hallowell and Shepard Houses Frances Badger Lyman Head of Norumbega Hall Mary Elizabeth Lindsey, B.A. Head of Dower House Lilian Haskell Lincoln, B.A. Head of Catenove Hall Louise Bolard More, M.A. Head of Stone Hall Marguerite Mallett Raymond, B.A. Head of Ponieroy Hall Mary Isabelle Wiggin, B.A. Head of Noanett House Henrietta Page Alexander, B.A. Head of Munger Hall Josephine Williams Brown Head of Eliot House Nancy Eugenia Foster Head of Beehe Hall Marguerite Livingston Thomas, B.A. Head of Elms Amy Kelly, M.A. Head of Claflin Hall Carolyn Nelson Britton, B.A., t BK Head of Severance Hall Sophie Agnes Roche, M.A. Head of Shafer Hall Evelyn Hazlehurst Mallard, M.A. Head of Fiske House Edith Adams, B.A. Head of Little House Clara More de Morinni, B.A. Head of Toiver Court Helen Stevens West Head of Washington House Henrietta Taylor Burnett, B.A. Head of Homestead Marie Wilson Wisner Head of Oakwoods Mary Lewis Finch, M.A. Assistant to the Head of Toiver Court Evelyn Bartlctt Yates, B.A. Resident in Washington Annex Library Staff Blanche Prichard McCrum, M.A. Librarian Antoinette Brigham Putnam Metcalf, M.A. Associate and Reference Librarian Lilla Weed, M.A. Associate Librarian, and Curator of the Eng- lish Poetry Collection Helen Joy Sleeper, M.A., Mus.B. Research Librarian in TsAtisic Mary Louise Courtney, B.A., I BK Secretary to the Librarian, and Chief Order Assistant Helen Moore Laws, B.A., B.L.S. Chief Cataloguer Ethel Adele Pennell, B.A. Periodical and Binding Assistant Ethel Ambler Hunter, B.A. Assistant in Charge of Reserved Book Collec- tion Eunice Lathrope, B.A. Assistant Cataloguer Agnes Emma Dodge Librarian of Edith Hemenway Eustis Library of the Depart ment of Hygiene and Physical Education Ruth Ford Catlin Librarian of Susan M. Hallowell and Caro- line B. Thompson Memorial Libraries Elizabeth Maria Trumbull Librarian of the Art Library Margaret Dye Truitt, B.A. Librarian of the Music Library Lucille Margaret Keating, B.A. Librarian of Sarah Frances Whiting and Eleanor Gamble Memorial Libraries Jane Sarah Hawkins, B.A., B.S. Assistant Cataloguer Laura Virginia Innis, B.A., B.S. Readers ' Assistant [10] To seek a wondroi s vision . . . Clav Models by Art Students OFFICERS OF INSTRUCTION Art Sirarpie Der Nersessian, Docreur es Lettres, Chairman Professor, Director of the Art Museuni William Alexander Campbell, M.F.A., i BK Associate Professor Laurine Mack Bongiorno, Ph.D., I BK Assistant Professor Bernard Chapman Heyl, M.F.A. Assistant Professor Agnes Anne Abbott Assistant Professor Thomas Buckland Jeffery, Dipl. Oxon., M.F.A. , i)BK Assistant Professor Adele de la Barre Robinson, B.A., B.Des. Instructor Edda Kreiner, M.A. Instructor Arnold Geissbuhler Instructor Samuel Magee Green, B.A. Instructor Edith Moore Naylor, M.A. Cataloguer ART MUSEUM Celia Howard Hersev, B.A. Secretary Alice Churchill Moore Assistant Ast ronomy John Charles Duncan, Ph.D., Chairman Professor Helen Walter Dodson, Ph.D., J BK Assistant Professor Samuel Lothrop Thorndike, Ph.D. Instructor Elizabeth Roberts Cornwall, B.A., i BK Assistant Jocelyn Ruth Gill, B.A. Assistant Katharine Bullard Duncan Custodian [11] Biblical History Literature, and Interpretation Louise Pettibonc Smith, Pii.D. Professor Seal Thompson, M.A., I!Iv Professor Muriel Streibert Curtis, B.A., B.D., Chairman Associate Professor Gordon Boit Wellman, Th.D. Associate Professor Katy Boyd George, M.A. Assistant Professor Joseph Garabed Haroutunian, B.D., Ph.D. Ass tstant Professor James Philip Hyatt, B.D., Ph.D. Assistant Professor Doris Laura Flierl, M.A., I)BK Assistant Botan y Mary Campbell Bliss, Ph.D., (tlSK Associate Professor Helen Isabel Davis, B.A., Chairman Associate Professor, Director of Botanic Gar- dens Grace Elizabeth Howard, Ph.D. Associate Professor, Assistant Curator of Herbarium Ruth Hutchinson Lindsay, Ph.D., I BK Associate Professor Theodore Lindsay Steiger, Ph.D. Assistant Professor Delaphine Grace Rosa, Ph.D. Instructor Madeline Palmer, M.A. Assistant Marjorie Conser Stallcup, B.S. Assistant Lora Bond, B.A. Assistant Marion Frances Finlay, B.A. Secretary and Custodian Howard Edward Pulling, Ph.D. Professor Lactitia Morris Snow, Ph.D., I)BK Professor Alice Maria Ottlcy, Ph.D., ( RK Professor, Curator of Herharium Chemistry Helen Somersby French, Ph.D., J BK Professor Mary Amerman Griggs, Ph.D. Professor She charms my eye, my muscle trains . . A Class in Gymnastics Had Uannjgs touhtrd the college scene . . . Children in the Page Memorial Kindergarten Associated with Welleslev College Ruth Johnstin, Ph.D., Chairman Professor Helen Thayer Jones, Ph.D. Associate Professor Catherine Alston Branch, Ph.D. Instructor Doris Marguerite Babbidge, B.A. Assistci?it Bonnie Elizabeth Elledge, B.A. Assistant Genevieve Corbett, B.A. Assistant Sarah Ellen Purvis, B.A. Assistant Emily May Hopkins, M.A. Custodian Economics and Sociology Elizabeth Donnan, B.A., i BK Professor Henry Raymond Mussey, Ph.D., M3K Professor Leland Hamilton Jenks, Ph.D., Chairman Professor Lawrence Smith, M.A. Associate Professor Lucy Winsor Killough, Ph.D. Assistant Professor Mary Bosworth Treudley, Ph.D. Assistant Professor Mary Sydney Branch, M.A. Instructor Olive Hughes Ryan, B.A. Assistant Education Dorothy Warner Dennis, B.A., Dipl. E. U. Associate Professor of French Muriel Streibert Curtis, B.A., B.D. Associate Professor of Biblical History Charles Swain Thomas, M.A., Litt.D., (tBK Visiting Professor John Pilley, M.A. Oxon., Acting Chairman Visiting Professor Alice Burt Nichols, B.A., Ed.M., Secretary Assistant Professor Abigail Adams Eliot, B.A., Ed.M. Lecturer Eugene Randolph Smith, M.A., Ped.D, Lecturer Rachel Louise Hardwick, M.D. Lecturer [13] Ill tbr halls of learning . A History Seminar Anna Alden Kingman, B.A., Ed.M. Lecturer Frederick Barton Davis, Ed.M. Lecturer Grace Allerton Andrews, M.A. AssistMit Frances Dunbar Nichols, M.A. Assistant Marjorie Isabelle Greene, M.A. Assistant Anne L. Page Memorial School Matilda Remy, B.S. in Ed. Director Anna Alden Kingman, B.A., Ed.M. Stajf Augusta Melvin Hall, B.A. Staff Barbara Shepherd Varney, B.A. Staff Ruth Ann Sleeper, B.S., Ed.M. Staff Wellesley Nursery School Lorna Lougee Crittenden, B.A. Director English Martha Hale Shackford, Ph.D., 1 ' BK Professor Agnes Frances Perkins, M.A., M.S. Professor, Chairman of English Composition Laura Hibbard Loomis, Ph.D., I BK Professor Elizabeth Wheeler Manwanng, Ph.D., I)BK Professor Helen Sard Hughes, Ph.D. Professor, Chairmati of English Literature Annie Kimball Tuell, Ph.D., c|)BK Professor Alfred Dwight Sheffield, M.A. Professor Bertha Monica Stearns, M.A., J BK Professor Josephine Harding Batchelder, M.A. Associate Professor Edith Christina Johnson, Ph.D., } BK Associate Professor Katharine Canby Balderston, Ph.D., |)BK Associate Professor Ella Keats Whiting, Ph.D., I)BK Associate Professor Grace Ethel Hawk, B.Litt. Oxon., J BK Associate Professor Andree Bruel, Docteur de I ' Universite de Paris Associate Professor Edith Hamilton, M.A. Assistant Professor Thomas Hubbard Vail Motter, Ph.D. Assistant Professor 14] Charles William Kerby-Miller, Ph.D. Assistant Professor Emma Marshall Denkinger, Ph.D., U Lecturer Amy Kelly, M.A. Lecturer Evelyn Kendrick ' ells, N4.A. Instructor Helen Louise Garlinghouse, M.A., 4 BK Instructor Ruth Carpenter Child, Ph.D., 1!K Instructor Elizabeth Rogers Payne, Ph.D. Instructor French Edith Melcher, Ph.D. Assistant Professor Marjorie Henry Ilsley, Docteur de I ' Univer- site de Paris, J BK Assistant Professor Nicolerte Ina Pernor, Lie. es Let. Assistafit Professor Lucie Le Garrec, Agregee de I ' Universite Lecturer Alice Marguerite Marie Malbot, Lie. es Let. Instructor Elisabeth Meredith Rodrigue, M.A. Instructor Renee Barrucand White, B.A., Dipl. P.F.E. Instructor Ruth Elvira Clark, Lut.D., Chairman Professor Rene Escande de Messieres, Agrege de I ' Uni- versite Professor Dorothy Warner Dennis, B.A.,Dipl. E. U. Associate Professor Andree Bruel, Docteur de I ' Universite de Paris Associate Professor Frangoise Ruet, M.A., Agregee de I ' Univer- site Assistant Professor Geology and Geosraphy Mary Jean Lanier, Ph.D., (i HK, Chairman Professor Margaret Terrell Parker, M.A., •i ' BK Associate Professor Louise Kingsley, Ph.D. Assistant Professor Russell Gibson, Ph.D. Lectterer Esther Jane Aberdeen, Ph.D. Instructor Summer conies with scented air . . . Working in the Botany Gardens Alice Mary Dowse, M.A. Instructor Gwenyth Morgan Rhome, B.A. Secretary and Custodian G eriDdn Natalie Wipplinger, Ph.D., Chairman Professor Marianne Thalmann, Ph.D. Associate Professor Barbara Saldirt, Ph.D. Assistant Professor Margaret Jeffrey, Ph.D., 4 BK Assistant Professor Johanna Elisabeth ' olbehr Instructor Lilli Gunhild Burger, Ph.D. Instructor Edward Ely Curtis, Ph.D., Chairman Professor Barnette Miller, Ph.D., I)BK Professor Judith Blow Williams, Ph.D., (|)BK Professor Louise Overacker, Ph.D., I BK Associate Professor M. Margaret Ball, Ph.D., i)BK Assistant Professor James Bruce Ross, Ph.D. Instructor Gwendolen Margaret Carter, Ph.D. Instructor Margareta Agata Faissler, Ph.D. Instructor Janet French, B.A., 4 BK Assistant Greek Helen Hull Law, Ph.D., J)BK, Chairman Associate Professor Barbara Philippa McCarthy, Ph.D., (I)BK Assistant Professor History and Political Science Julia Swift Orvis, Ph.D. Professor Elisabeth Hodder, Ph.D., BK Professor Hygiene and Physical Education Eugene Clarence Howe, Ph.D. Professor Ruth Elliott, Ph.D., i)BK, Chairman Professor Mary Fisher DeKruif, M.D. Lecturer Charlotte Genevieve MacEwan, M.S., I BK Assistant Professor Elizabeth Beall, M.A. Assistant Professor Your chorus wake . . . A Student in the Music Department Thar sees beyond the years . . . In the Chemistrv Laboratorv Marion Isabel Cook, M.A. Assistant Professor Elinor Mane Schroeder, M.A. Assistant Professor Harriet Lucy Clarke, M.S. Instructor Katharine Fuller Wells, M.S. Instructor Mary Elizabeth Powell, M.S. Instructor Jean Helen Hams, M.S. Instructor Elaine Marguerite Dear, M.S. Instructor Helen Louise Russell, M.S. Instructor Marion Dorothy Jaques, B.A, Recorder Fanny Garrison, B.A. Assistant Recorder Anna Elizabeth Anderson Secretary William Russell MacAusland, M.D. Special Lecturer on Orthopedics Andrew Roy MacAusland, M.D. Special Lecturer on Orthopedics Margaret R. Anthonisen, M.D. Special Lecturer on Mental Hygiene Loretta Jov Cummins, M.D. Special Lecturer on Hygiene of the Skin Clifford L. Derick, M.D. Special Lecturer on Internal M.edicine Hilbert F. Day, Ph.B., M.D., F.A.C.S. Special Lecturer on Preventive Surgery Leighton Johnson, M.D. Special Lecturer on Hygiene of Nose and Throat Samuel R. Meaker, M.D. Special Lecturer It alidn Gabriella Bosano, Dottore in Filologia Mod- erna, Chairman Professor Angeline La Plana, Dottore in Lett ere Assistant Professor Pierina BorraniCastiglione, Dottore in Lettere Instructor Latin Anna Bertha Miller, Ph.D., •J ' BK, Chairman Professor Helen Hull Law, Ph.D., I BK Associate Professor Dorothy Mae Robathan, Ph.D. Associate Professor Margaret Elizabeth Taylor, Ph.D. Assistant Professor [17] For purple mountam ?najesties . The Geology Museum Mathemat ics Mabel Minerva Young, Ph.D., J)BK, Chair- man Professor Lennie Phoebe Copeland, Ph.D., |)BK Professor Marion Elizabeth Stark, Ph.D.. |)BK Associate Professor Helen Gertrude Russell, Ph.D., 4 BK Assistant Professor Mclita Augusta Holly, M.A. Instructor Mu SIC Howard Hinners, B.A., Chairman Professor Edward Barry Greene, B.A. Assistant Professor, Director of Choir Hubert Weldon Lamb, B.A. Lecturer Nadia Boulanger Vis iting Lecturer Helen Joy Sleeper, M.A., Mus.B., |)BK Research Librarian Margaret Marion Macdonald, B.A. Instructor Grosvenor William Cooper, M.A. Instructor Malcolm Haughton Holmes, B.S. Assistant Jane Burgess, B.A., $BK Assistant Practical Music (Instrumental and Vocal Lessons} Gladys Avery Lebert Instructor in Voice Yves Chardon Instructor in Violoncello Richard Burgin Instructor in Violin David Barnett, B.A. Instructor in Piano [18] Carl Weinrich, B.A. Instructor in Organ Malcolm Haughton Holmes, B.S. Instructor, Conductor of Orchestra and Direc- tor of Chamber Music Philosophy and Psychology Thomas Hayes Procter, Ph.D. Professor Edna Heidbreder, Ph.D., J RK, Chairman Professor Mary Lowell Coolidge, Ph.D., |)BK Professor Michael Jacob Zigler, Ph.D. Associate Professor Edith Brandt Mallory, Ph.D., I BK Assistant Professor Virginia Onderdonk, B.A. Instructor John Goheen, Ph.D., BK Instructor Elizabeth Fehrer, Ph.D. Instructor Grace Allerton Andrews, M.A. Assistant Thelma Gorfinkle Alper, M.A. Assistant Alfred Harold Holway, Ph.D. Assistant Mary Canfield Whitman, B.A. Assista it Yvette Dorothy Gittleson, B.A. Assistant Ph ysics Louise Sherwood McDowell, Ph.D., (tBK, Chairman Professor Lucy Wilson, Ph.D., c BK Professor Alice Hall Armstrong, Ph.D., 4)BK Associate Professor Dorothy Heyworth, Ph.D. Assistant Professor Mary Louise Barrett, M.S. Instructor Rosemary Hudson, M.A., t BK Assistant Katherine Mahala Van Horn, B.A. Assistant Guided by our star ' s clear light . . . The Great Telescope in Whitin Observatory -5«« Spanish Ada May Coe, M.A., I BK, Chairman Associate Professor Helen Phipps Houck, Ph.D. Associate Professor Anita Oyarzibal, M.A. Assistant Professor Pedro Sahnas, Catedratico de Universidad, Litt.D. Visiting Professor Laura de los Rios, Lie. en Letras Instructor Speech Edith Margaret Smaill, A. A. Assistant Professor Edith Winifred Moses, M.A., Chairman Assistant Professor Cecile de Banke Assistant Professor Jeannerte Barry Lane, Ph.B., BK Instructor Sarah Emily Brown, M.F.A. Assistant z oology d nd Phy siology Margaret Alger Hayden, Ph.D. Associate Professor Harriet Cutler Waterman, Ph.D., I BK Associate Professor Gladys Kathryn McCosh, Ph.D., Chairman Associate Profess or Helen Warton Kaan, Ph.D., $BK Associate Professor Mary Lellah Austin, Ph.D., (|)BK Assistant Professor Ada Roberta Hall, Ph.D. Assistant Professor Eva Elizabeth Jones, Ph.D., J BK Assistant Professor Margaret Elliott Van Winkle, M.S., |)BK Instructor, Curator of Museum Helen Buus Correll, Ph.D., I BK Instructor Louise Palmer Wilson, Ph.D. Instructor Eleanor Leach, M.A. Instructor, Custodian of Laboratories Mary Sears, Ph.D. Instructor Harriet Nash Towle, B.A. Assistant Margaret Henson, B.A. Assistant Jeanette Leone Mandrey, B.A. Assistant Kathleen Milliccnt Leavitt Secretary and Custodian [20] Incipit Vita Nova And changed it by a miracle into a senior class OH E V O L U TT was Last Stepsinging in the spring - - of Junior Year that startled us into a realization that we had come of age. We seated ourselves on the Senior Steps for the very first time and watched the seniors moving silently off, each with her small cluster of blue forget-me-nots. We reflected soberly that next spring we would be march- ing two by two down the walk and up the road to sing the Alma Mater from the battlements of Green Hall. We thought of our first stepsinging when we had stood under the great oaks and proudly sung the Wellesley songs. We remembered how jubi- lantly we had dashed to take posses- sion of the Sophomore side of the steps. And now Junior year was al- most done and we were soon to be Seniors. We thought of the evolution which had begun in those far-off Freshman days, and was now nearly complete . . . [21] upon the village green , We are the students of Wellesley fJe Begin to Be SOME of us came in the family car, grinning nervously over the lamp shades to reas- sure our mothers. We stared at cars with col- lege stickers on the windows and felt friendly towards the inmates w ho, like ourselves, might have been troops of gypsies with their household goods on their laps. Others of us came by tram, occupying ourse lves by leafing surreptitiously through the blue handbook. Not Wellesley Farms; not Wellesley Hills; but Wellesley, where a chattering swarm of girls struggled to the platform. Feeling un- social because we couldn ' t think of any small talk, we took a taxi and marvelled for the first but not the last time at the number of people the car could carry. It was funny to find the Vil houses mixed in with the town. We thought a college was all in one piece. Washington was beautiful. Noanett looked like a reform school. It was hard to open the front door and it shut on our heels with a snap. The halls were hot! The early arrivals, comfortable in cotton dresses, had made friends and were walking familiarly around the halls. We met our Vil Juniors . . . Lee Wilson . . . Nancy Jane Miller . . . Our names were on the lists they held. We belonged! They took us to our rooms. How dark! How bare! Did we have to live there for a year? Would we be homesick? We put the thought aside. Our guidance books told us to see Miss V iggin . . . Mrs. Alexander . . . Miss Lind- sey. Then we had to register. So we found a girl who had asked us our names and together we headed for campus. And suddenly we were excited. We didn ' t know the names of the buildings or what went on in them but this was Wellesley! The pink tower rose before us. It was not plain gray as in the picture. The whole campus was done in colors. The prim- rose bushes; the chapel steps beneath the oaks; the huge evergreen trees; the vivid lawns, the hollow full of rhododendrons; the quaint [22] ' f Climb toivards e ' erlastuig truth . . . Hetcv R. Green Hall ' [23] turreted red building . . . there was too much to comprehend. We found the Information Bureau (noting how we got in so we could get out again). They gave us blanks and scratchy pens. Nibbling the tips thoughtfully, we decided to say we read the Tribune because we took it Sundays. We asked the girl next to us if we hadn ' t seen her in Noanett, but her registration card said she was 1938. Atrocious error! How our new friends would laugh at our first anecdote as a class. Lau h at htm whose weary . . . WE bought bicycles at the exchange and on them wobbled up to the Gym . . . so far! We went down to the room where Wright and Ditson were. We ' ve never found it since, becaus e it looked so different. They gave us shirts and serge bloomers . . . we had been warned. They put flat shower sandals on our feet, and we chose them too large rather than too small. Afterwards we almost forgot to take our bicycles out of the rack to go home; they weren ' t yet an integral part of us. We brazenly asked the girl next to us if she were going to the Vil, and together reached It by a circuitous route, admitting frankly that neither of us knew the way. Once home we hung our curtains, and began to put pic- tures on the walls. That was better! The room now looked as though someone lived in it. We put the five books we had brought with us in the case and wondered if we could ever fill the shelves. We didn ' t guess that in four years they would overflow onto tables and desks. We took the wrappings from our little glass pitchers and from our collections of dogs, elephants, horses, and cats. Our china menageries were certainly extensive — and varied. We got the janitor to uncrate the big easy chair that had been shipped from the store at home. Now to hang up the last dresses. At last we were finished! Suddenly the house shuddered with the sound of a bell. We seized our purses for fear of fire and plunged downstairs. Then, noticing our neighbors ' serenity, we looked sheepish. Lunch was a quiet thing at home! We found a place at a table. Everybody was talking, say- ing Do you know — Yes, she ' s one of my best friends. We wracked our brains to find someone we knew in Pittsburgh or Shaker Heights. Heavens! What would we talk about all year? We had nothing in common. One of the girls was very funny. In fact, at every meal that week, there was someone who held everybody ' s attention. We wished we were brilliant conversationalists. And the dialects sounded strange. Some girls drawled, some twanged, some dropped their r ' s . We began to think Wellesley a cosmopolitan place. We hoped the baked apples weren ' t symbolic of meals to come. That afternoon we had tea in the living room. We told each other our names, room- numbers, home-towns, and the courses we were taking. Someone played Cheek to Cheek, and we discovered an interest in common. One or two girls danced. We decided we ' d have to lead in spite of our past objec- tions. We unpacked incessantly. Taddie wore her wool dress three days because her trunk didn ' t come. We started cheerful letters home but the pictures they called up were too much to bear. We were excited when the girls in the double across the hall invited us all in for food. Grapes, chocolates, pictures of their friends at home, matching bedspreads, a radio, brownies, Princeton banners, conversa- tion. Dizzying and wonderful. This was the life we had read about! We were in college. Best of all we were in Wellesley! [24] M We managed to make our im- Thiit Embryonic mass . , . ORNINGS we went en masse to meet- ings. Blake Schoenfuss was impres- sive, telling us we ' d been hand-picked. Pres Pen called us her special pride and joy. ' e answered silly questions — decided what kind of men we ' d marry, whether we ' d hesitate to enter a lecture room after everyone was seared We discovered that we were predominately religious, or aesthetic or socially minded. We heard the grey book rules and were urged to try out for Freshman Vaudeville — we tried out for everything in those days. We took speech tests, murmuring Hail to thee, blithe bird promptu speech — one long, complex sentence. We took physical exams in flapping sandals, angel robes and purple and pink bathrobes. We made some of our best friends wait- ing in that line. We blew into a glass tubs, leapt up and down, said ah and ninety nine. We tried out for choir. They took us through the the Library in groups. We stared awe-fully at the stacks and the card in- dexes. We went to Tower Court for the C.A. tea. We ate cookies and talked to Dean Knapp, who knew our names. No one else did. Between times we went to the Vil. We learned early the charm of a Seller ' s booth. We hngered curtain materials at Davis ' s. We used our coupons to the Community Play- house and acquired the peppermint-cone- with-shot habit. We took grey book quizzes insisting that it was all right to smoke in automobiles, and to take overnights if we had flat tires. We began to feel as though we could talk to people. Some nights, though, we thought Wellesley was too big. At home we used to feel important . . . Class President, most popular girl, honor society etc. Up here, everybody had been a valedictorian. We went to chapel for C.A. vespers ... no one wore hats! Janet de ' ilbuss spoke to us, and we listened reverently to a senior major officer. ' e were inspired. We first sang the hymn, A Mighty Fort- ress is Our God that we were to sing almost every morning for the next four years. Later, burdened with quizzes and papers, we found It to be peculiarly suited to our mood. They told us about the Christian Associa- tion and what it stood for. We decided to attend their Thursday afternoon teas and take part in their activities. We left Chapel in a glow. Joyful, joyful, we adore thee . [25] We wondered dismally what it would be like when the upperclassmen returned. It was just as we had foreseen. The Sophomores were the worst. They wrested the campus from our domination. On Friday we met our big sister. She bounded into our room laden with ink, curtain rods and picture frames. She plied us with questions. How had we liked Freshman week? Weren ' t those endless aptitude tests hideous? How did we like Wellesley? She re- minded us that she was expecting us for cam- pus supper that evening and prophesied glumly that there would be chicken salad, buttered rolls, olives, and ice cream bricks. We wondered how she knew . . . now we understand. Heavens, we thought, these Sophomores know everything! Later, at Vaudeville, we radiated pride as the Freshman class covered itself with glory; all around us we could hear big sisters telling little sisters how promising the class looked. At the end of the evening there was a terrible racket, and newsgirls passed our pink news- papers announcing the invasion by the 1939 Reds. We choked with pride. We went home and looked people up in our Portrait Direc- tories, avoiding the unflattering pictures of ourselves, which we hadn ' t realized would follow us for the rest of our college careers. Sports and pastimes are my chief elective . The Outing Club Officers [26] The Outing Club OUR big sisters called for us one night after supper and helped us to dress in slacks, old shirts, bandanas, and sneakers. We were going, they explained, to Alum to a barn dance that the Outing Club always gave for Freshmen. We were a little tired, but we tied our hair in pigtails and went along. The sounds of a piano and a fiddle met us . . . we were whirled into a square dance and spent the evening joyfully treading on each other ' s toes and drinking the cold sweet cider that was ladled out for us whenever we wanted it. We came home still nibbling on warm dough- nuts and thoroughly devoted to the cause of the club. It was the beginning of a long series of adventures. We had suppers in the cabin; we went on canoe trips to the Cathedral pines, packing our dinner along to be cooked when we got there over an open fire. We struggled up the steep side of Mount Monad- nock and vowed it was well worth the climb. We went on bike trips, slept in the lean-to, and grew healthy. It was an unexpected part of college that delighted us. Eventually some of us grew up to be officers like those whose pictures we delighted in taking. The rest of us were glad to be members and to take ad- vantage of all the fun we could have on trips and week-ends under the leadership of the follow- ing girls, active in many sports and experts in one: Chairman, Helen Tow- er; i ' ffrf -.?) , Nanine Cross; Head of Hiking, Janet Gould; Head of Canoeing, Margaret Martin; Head of Winter Sports, Flora Mari- otti; Council Members, Mary Hough, Antoinette Meyer, Ann Winship, Cynthia Steitz, Christine Corey; Advisers, Miss Har- riet Clarke and MissKath- erine Wells. SOPHOMORE Serenade. We stood by the chapel steps and watched the three upper classes march down the curvin ? road from under the arch. The lanterns bobbed up and down, making a path of light. The marching songs echoed away in the distance. There were the Seniors in caps and gowns. They went home for lunch flat broke, but as we hngered the clean new pages, we felt a secret thrill at the things we were going to discover. We began to exist as a class when we had elections. We argued about the candidates. Some vouched for the girl who sat next to us in music. Others held out for the girl in our As we follow thy gleaming biinner came and sat on the stone steps under the oaks. Their black-and-whiteness accented the confusion of color that was the rest of us. It was not collegiate, we thought. It was like Mediaeval pageantry. Then the cheers broke the spell. We had none to give in return. We were not yet an organized class. Freshman Elections THE next Monday we got our schedule cards. Our big sisters came, flapping tremendous sheets of paper. Together we crouched over them, picking classes seem- ingly at random. Then bells rang. Clutching pocketbooks and schedules we went to our first room. The walls were gloomy and rough; the chairs stiff and too close together. The room filled with strange people; then a wom- an came in. She climbed on to the plat- form, wrote her name on the board, and called a roll from some little cards. The period over, we went out, gloomily surveying the list of outside reading and went to the library to learn where the reserve shelves were. We went to the book exchange and to Hathaway. We A together join and sing Comp class. But we were all pleased with the results. We marveled at the dynamic assurance of Betts Wunderle, our President. We were proud of Cam Davis, Superior Court member, and Peg Anderson, member of Senate and song leader to boot. Then we really had a chance to nominate people. At last we had a full roster of officers: Weesie Bennett, Pussy Parkhurst, Dody Voss, Cor Harrison, Pussy Davis, Nan Sargent, Betty Baldwin, Carol Doty, and Ann Wemple. We cheered them madly as they stood smiling and be-flowered on the sophomore steps. [27] )arnswdllows We are almost as proud this year of the [ charming girl who is 42 ' s President. Taffy Stafford — , her classmates say, She ' s a T Y TE met the Barnswallows almost as wonder! We are reminded of our Betts VV soon as we came to college. One night Wunderle, whom we thought as capable as early in the fall we went to Alumnae Hall, anyone could be. which had replaced the old barn in which the dramatically inclined students had held forth long ago. All the Freshmen gathered eagerly into the beautiful theatre to attend the Barn Reception. We watched the three one-act plays with great interest and applauded eagerly when the curtain went down and the lights went up. Then Marion Chapman, beautiful in green velvet which made her look like a Medieval Princess, introduced the Barnswallows to the new class and told us how they had begun in the old barn with no properties at all, and had finally grown into a large organization which had moved into Alumnae Hall, but had kept their old name. Miss Pendleton spoke to us too, and then we were invited to go down into the ballroom to the actual reception. When, later that Mary Louise Stafford President of the Class of 1942 One snowy night soon after elections, mysterious cars drove up in front of the Fresh- man houses. The wonderful Sophomore officers pranced up the stairs in their ski suits, and asked for the Freshman olhcers. With admir- ing envy the rest of us watched them drive away, wondering what the treat would be. After ten that night the weary travelers re- turned. We stared at the indelible ' 38 inked on their foreheads, while from their grim lips came a tale of sordid woe; of kidnapping and a ghostly barn out Natick way, with paddl- ing, brews of Worcestershire sauce, and sol- emn oaths to the glory of ' 38. Our blood boiled with indignation. They wanted class rivalry, did they? Revenge was to come later. [28 Susan Barrett President of Barnswallows ' A Scene from Kahi from Heave The Principals of Gluck ' s opera Alceste night, we walked home over the dark campus, we felt that each of us was sure to become an actress, or a stage manager. Each of us found an interesting part of Barn activity in which to take part. We all made resolutions to try out for the make-up, or the costume, or the props committee. Some of us, of course, forgot our plans. Some of us were successful, and have been associated with the organization ever since. So it was our Tudie Barrett who welcomed the class of 1942 to Alumnae Hall this year. For the benefit of the new Freshmen she called: Step into the spotlight, all you members of 1939 who have glimpsed Alumnae Hall from behind the proscenium arch, and let us have one last look at you. Do you know your lines? Have you your cues? What! you have no part! No, of course not, for Barnswallows has seen the last of your talent, but for purely sentimental reasons, we ' re calling you from the wings once more to take the center of the stage. Let us begin with Freshman year. In Fall informals of that memorable year of 1935, Constance Brown felt the boards give be- neath her tremulous tread for the first time in 29 The Duel — from the dance drama Don ]u. Bird m Hand, and Florence Lovell experienced a similar sensation when appearing in The faraway ' Princess. Next on our dramatic pro- gram came The Cradle Song with Ellen Libby, Barbara Gamwell, and Susan Barrett breaking into the limelight. The grand finale of the year was Moliere ' s play The Learned Ladies, in which Deborah Pike took a leading part and Martha Parkhurst and Susan Barrett appeared spasmodically as butler and cook respectively, with all of ten lines to then- credit. Mary Dougherty acted as a very able stage manager for the whole production. We now pass into our Sophomore year and see Ellen Libby and Marion Colwell portray- ing ancient history in Helena ' s Husband, which was part of our Fall Informals program. In Fall Formals we thrilled at Deborah Pike, now making her way in New York, played the leading lady in Rain From Heaven, while Susan Barrett, as prompter, cheered her from the wings. In the spring we broke through again in The Late Christopher Bean, when Con- stance Brown and Susan Barrett took their curtain call along with the inimitable Abbie. During 1936-37 we supplied members of the cast for You Never Can Tell in the persons of Louise Stewart, Marion Colwell, and Cynthia Kilburn. Swinging into Junior Year we see Marion Colwell, Miriam Meyer, Cynthia Kilburn, and Louise Stewart appearing in The Perfect Plot, given for the Barn Reception under the direction of Susan Barrett. From there we go to Fall Informals when Ellen Libby took the leading male role in The Relapse. In Fall Formals of 1937 we came through with shin- ing colors and held a quorum in the cast of Finished, with Louise Stewart, Aileen David- son, Miriam Meyer, Constance Brown and Susan Barrett holding prominent parts. And now we approach our Senior year; a year of varied activities, but never too many to exclude an interest in The Barn. In Fall Informals our sole representative was Susan Barrett, who directed Noel Coward ' s Hands Across the Sea, but in Fall Formals the cast of The Youngest was laden with able Senior talent namely, Ellen Libby as the charming Nancy, Tudie Barrett and Louise Stewart in Finished with Constance Brown and Camilla Davis supporting her. We must remember, however, that there can be no play without the help of our tech- nical experts. In this capacity Betty Anne Mitchell must receive her due share of ap- plause as an able and amazingly good natured Production Manager. Her work in the opera Gluck ' s A ceste deserves special mention. Now let us turn to the production committee chairmen: Design, irgmia Chamberlain and Caroline Farwell; Scenery, Caroline Harwell and Bettv Dennett; Drama, Aileen Davidson; P7 blicity Committee: Elizabeth K. Beach ' 39, Edith Ehe ' 42, Dorothy Perrin ' 40, Virginia Plumb ' 39, Elizabeth Powers ' 42, Elizabeth Storck ' 40; Elizabeth Sward ' 40. Make-up Committee: Elizabeth J. Allen ' 40; Marjorie Lou Ashcroft ' 39, Dorothy Bauer ' 42, Joan Blue ' 42, Barbara Brett ' 42, Nancy Congleton ' 40, Sally Creedon ' 41, Jane Daily ' 41, Katherine Ebbert ' 42, Caroline Ellev ' 40, Marilyn Evans ' 40, Eleanor Finger ' 40, Margaret Gilford ' 41, Ruth Giles ' 39, Caryl Hadsell ' 41, Elizabeth Hartz ' 41, Virginia Henke ' 41, Virginia Horn ' 41, Emma Hughes ' 40, Mary Kingsbury ' 42, Jean Kuebler ' 41, Jinnie Kyle ' 42, Muriel Larsen ' 42, Joan Little ' 41, Jean McLane ' 41, Frances Mulford ' 42, Mar|orie Noppel ' 40, Dorothy Olson ' 42, Marguerite Partridge ' 39, Nancy Poteet ' 42, Barbara Remy ' 41, Barbara Rounds ' 40, Patricia Schwan ' 40, Hilde Seelbach ' 40, Elizabeth Shontz ' 41, Betty Tim- berlake ' 42, Marion Thomson ' 39, Mary Turner ' 40, Jane Wagoner ' 39, Nancy Welles ' 40, Barbara White ' 41. Service Committee: Hortense Allen ' 41, Virginia Ander- Fall Formals Presentation of The Youngest Costumes, Marjory Pease; Make-up, Nancy Sargent; Service, Rhoda Garrison; Publicity, Virginia Kyger; Properties, Joan McKee; Lighting, Elizabeth Suavely. Their commit- tees are: Proeiuctton Committee: S lWv Creedon ' 41, Deborah Hamil- ton ' 41, Rebecca A. Miller ' 42, Lois Stevens ' 41, Esther Wilkins ' 42, Marjorie Wood ' 42. Lighting Committee: Elizabeth Bamford ' 41, Elizabeth Barrett ' 39, Natalie Bussey ' 40, Rachel Carr ' 42, Katherine Coon ' 42, Mildred Donovan ' 42, Ruth Harwood ' 40, Fran- cis Lakeman ' 42, Ethel Link ' 42, Mary Newton ' 40, Ellen Nolan ' 42, Janice Sachse ' 40, Jean Simson ' 40, Cynthia Steitz ' 40, Vera Warner ' 42, Eleanor Webster ' 42. Properties Committee: Betty Bluhm ' 42; Sally Clark ' 40, Adelaide De Beer ' 41, Marjorie Lee Gettys ' 42, Janice Good ' 40, Murrayl Groh ' 42, Dorothy Jacobs ' 42, Dor- othy Klauder ' 42, Mary McKelleget ' 41, PrisciUa Morse ' 42, Theodora North ' 42, Elizabeth Potterton ' 40, Betty Jane Reeves ' 40, Dorothy Stout ' 39, Miriam Ziegler ' 41. sen ' 41, Martha Bieler ' 41, Janet Callahan ' 41, Virginia Carr ' 39, Ruth Dennis ' 40. Business Board: Patricia Bamman ' 42, Anne Cohen ' 41, Jane Daily ' 41, Marion Edie ' 41, Helen Gorrell ' 41, Myra Anne Graf ' 40, Virginia Horn ' 41, Elizabeth Hough ' 42, Marjorie Jones ' 40, Jean Mullins ' 42, Jeanne Nutter ' 40, Dorothea Olson ' 42, Virginia Reid ' 42, Ruth Weigle ' 42. Drama Committee: Elizabeth Davis ' 39, Beatrice Wake- field ' 40, Elizabeth Potterton ' 40, Helen Bergen ' 41, Ruth Buckley ' 41. And now I call on Anne Wemple whose conspicuous work as Business Manager has lifted her high in the estimation of all who have had the good fortune to work with her. The spot light is growing dim as 1939 fades into the wings again. But Barn will always go on and will find 1939 among its most en- thusiastic audiences. [31] FIRST SOPRANOS Elizabeth G. Adams ' 41 Constance Alexander ' 41 Mary E. Bennett ' 39 Ruth A. Blaesing ' 42 Martha I. Blood ' 42 Betty J. Briggs ' 42 Ann H. Burnham ' 42 Margaret F. Church ' 41 Mary Louise Clark ' 41 Deborah Cloud ' 41 Mary E. Coe ' 41 Katharine H. Coon ' 42 Frances E. Duclos ' 42 Esther Duke ' 42 Betty Edwards ' 40 Jessie A. Fitzgerald, G. Nellie L. Frederick ' 40 Retta Lou Gelling ' 39 Marjorie B. Goodwin ' 42 Anne Haviland ' 40 Grace L. Horner ' 42 H. Linda Horner ' 42 Margaret H. Horton ' 39 Thelma A. Jeffrey ' 42 Elizabeth T. Johnson ' 39 Mary Lieurance ' 39 Jean E. Marchant ' 39 Mariorie McCullough ' 41 Betty G. Perrin ' 41 Virginia Plumb ' 39 Jane Rahenold ' 42 Elizabeth W. F. Reid ' 42 Joyce K. Russell ' 42 Elizabeth L. Skean ' 42 Dorothea M. Smith ' 41 Caroline B. Snyder ' 42 Nancy R. ' Waite ' 40 Marie L. Wolfs ' 39 SECOND SOPRANOS Margaret L. Abbe ' 42 Leora C. Aultman ' 39 Constance E. Ballou ' 41 Margaret E. Blatherwick ' 40 Barbara J. Brown ' 41 Katharine R. Buchanan ' 40 Jane B. Cadbury ' 40 Clara M. Cohen ' 41 Lorna M. Cooke ' 42 Harriet H. Coverdaie ' 41 Katharine A. Cox ' 41 Virginia T. Cox ' 39 Dorothy C. Dann ' 42 Elizabeth H. Darlington ' 40 Eleanor M. Eddy ' 39 Rhea A. Ewald ' 41 Phyllis V. Finkelstein ' 39 Susanna Floyd ' 42 Virginia F. Hofheins ' 40 Christine H. Hunter ' 39 Cynthia S. Kilburn ' 39 Muriel Larsen ' 42 Elizabeth F. Leland ' 40 Anne L. Lineberger ' 41 Janet MacFarlane ' 42 Marion L. Middleton ' 39 Rebecca A. Miller ' 42 O. Carolyn Neal ' 42 Jeanne Phelps ' 40 Miriam E. Simms ' 42 Hope D. Sisson ' 41 Lois A. Smith ' 40 Nancy E. Stearns ' 41 Marv Street ' 42 Edward B. Greene Conductor Mary F. Randall ' 39 Chorister Nancy R. Waite ' 40 Assistant Chorister Virginia Plumb ' 39 Business M.anagEr Marcia Smith ' 40 Assistant Business Manager Marion C. Thomson ' 39 Associate Chorister L. Edna Golding ' 39 Associate Chorister Mary F. Randall Chorister Marion C. Thomson ' 39 Elizabeth D. Tompkins ' 41 R. Lvnette True ' 40 Edna R. Vogt ' 40 Dorothv M Walsh ' 42 Eleanor J. West ' 41 Ellen R. Wilding ' 39 Mary Louise Wright ' 42 A. Jean Yeakley ' 41 FIRST ALTOS Edra M. Allanson ' 41 Alice D. Bacon ' 42 K. Elizabeth Bamford ' 41 Dorothy Barrow ' 39 Barbara J. Bishop ' 42 Pnscilla A. Blackett ' 42 Rubv D. Boleyn ' 40 Josephine I. Bonomo ' 41 Theodora H. Bush ' 40 Priscilla Carter ' 42 Margaret E. Coey ' 41 Charma F. Davies ' 41 Jane Eaken ' 41 Lenore E. Fromm ' 42 Margaret H. Gilkey ' 40 Martha W. Graber ' 40 Helene Gregory ' 42 Elinor D. Griffith ' 41 Harnett M. Gross ' 42 Elizabeth P. Hartz ' 41 Virginia M. Henke ' 41 Cynthia Holbrook ' 41 Margaret Holmes ' 42 Florence E. Hope ' 42 Harriet Hull ' 40 Mariko Ishiguro ' 42 Jean McConaughy ' 41 Alice M. McGrillies ' 42 Jean B. McLane ' 41 Miriam A. Meyer ' 39 Elizabeth K. A, Mueller ' 41 Sue G. Norton ' 42 Barbara C. Olson ' 41 Eleanor Osgood ' 41 Isabel L. Perry ' 39 Elizabeth C. Powers ' 42 Barbara Prentice ' 41 Mary F. Randall ' 39 Gertrude M. Robinson ' 42 Eleanor L. Rodgers ' 40 Janath Russell ' 39 Martha A. Sayer ' 42 Kate C. Schaaf ' 41 Marguerite Starr ' 42 Margaret Staudenmaier ' 42 Marian Stearns ' 40 F. Virginia Stiles ' 41 Martha A. Terstegge ' 42 Louise M, Tibbetts ' 39 Betty B. Timberlake ' 42 Julia Whiteside ' 40 Nancy J. Wyant ' 42 Frances Young ' 42 Claire M. Zimmerman ' 40 SECOND ALTOS Margaret I. Anderson ' 39 Ruth Anderson ' 41 Marjorie Lou Ashcroft ' 39 Constance E. Barrett ' 42 Lillian R. Blake ' 40 Antonia Boissevain ' 40 Marjorie Bovnton ' 41 Virginia R. Brady ' 40 Lucie E. Brown ' 40 M. Elizabeth Burk ' 41 Ruth Carroll ' 42 Marion Chamberlain ' 41 Louise Countryman ' 42 Hazel L. Craig ' 42 Catherine H. Dallas ' 42 Marjorie H. Davis ' 41 Virginie A. Doulberry ' 39 Jane C. Fenton ' 40 M. Elizabeth Gilbert ' 42 L. Edna Golding ' 39 Murravl L. Groh ' 42 Katherine M, Hack ' 39 Marie E- Haffenreffer ' 41 Helen G. Hartz ' 40 Ruth Harwood ' 40 Annette R. Jones ' 41 Dorothy G. Jones ' 40 Carol J. Lewis ' 40 Elizabeth F. Long ' 42 Priscilla Magoun ' 41 Hilda A. E. Mills ' 41 Barbara Murchie ' 39 Janice Murchie ' 41 Carolvn N. Nelson ' 42 Carol ' W. Noyes ' 42 Isabella F. Nutt ' 41 Louise H. Ormond ' 42 Mary J. Pfeiffenberger ' 39 S. Ellen Purvis, G. Margaret H. Sands ' 40 Nancy J. Siverd ' 41 Marcia Smith ' 40 Ann Sutherland ' 41 Esther D. Wilkins ' 42 Courtney J. Wilson ' 41 Miriam E. Wise ' 39 Carolvn E. Wvsor ' 40 [32] S ' SSAS.. ; ' - a A i ' -i o i i ; %%l ' ' mkM- THE CHOIR OUR first contact with choir was in Mr. Greene ' s outer office where, Hcking our hps, we listened to plaintive scales within. Next we rehearsed on Tuesday and Thursday nights at 7:20, even when it meant running all the way from the Vil. Quickly we fitted into choir tradition: anticipated the time to get up and stretch, learned to ignore Mr. Greene ' s pleas to open a window, and expect- ed him to remove his coat. The altos de- veloped a roastbeef tone, and the sopranos, a hurt look. On alternate Sundays we prac- ticed and sang in chapel; twice a week we sang in morning chapel. We rejoiced when Little Eva was replaced with a new organ. In November we wailed our way through quar- tet try outs; afterwards there was supper in a society house for installed members, and Mr. Greene played the piano for us. Our regular ' esper services came in November, at Christ- mas, at Easter, and on Baccalaureate Sunday. Christmas was an unforgettable experience, with exaltation ringing to the rafters. Every year there were special concerts, too: with Harvard, M.I.T., Worcester Tech, or Exeter. Freshman year we sang with Harvard in the final program of the Concert Series. Some of us went down to New York to sing with the Princeton Glee Club in the W ' aldorf ballroom. Sophomore year we sang an all-Bach program including the Magnificat with the Princeton Choir, in their beautiful Gothic chapel. Junior year we joined with Orchestra and Barn to produce Alceste, our first venture in grand opera. We learned to combine singing with the application of makeup, the use of stage gestures, and the attempt to look Greek and sound French. Senior year we went to Bowdoin to participate in the Music Festival under the direction of Mile. Boulanger. Our choir memories will always be a mixture of fond ones like the annual presentation of Mr. Greene ' s Christmas gift, singing on bus trips, and of beautiful songs like Kot?ini S ' lisser Tod sung beneath the brilliant blue windows of the Princeton chapel. We have learned to know and to love music; what is more, we have had a marvelous time! [33] Christmas frost . Respite from Cultivation AND then, before we knew it — oh, not that we didn ' t have paper dolls cut out to represent the intervening days — the Christ- mas season was upon us. The weather was glorious. There was !ever such weather on the Wellesley campus. Bright vivid days, with the snow a foot deep, crunching at every step. The cold was sharp in our noses; our feet ached, and our knees were numb. By day the campus was a white fashion page across which the bright ski suits moved — red ear- muffs, green bandanas, parkas, Tyrolean jackets, ski pants, square-toed ski boots. By moonlight the snow-covered stretches were silver and blue. The trees and the buildings were hushed in sharp focus; the light from the street lamps came out in gold splinters. It looked like an illustration from Dickens. We shopped in the Vil — holly and Christ- mas presents. On the side we studied for quizzes, wrote source themes, complained about our work. At last came the formal din- ner — with candle light and turkey, and fresh green peas. We made up our own tables, and thought how fond we ' d grown of these spec- ial people whom we were leaving for the first time. We sang carols at the table, and then gathered around the tree in the living room to exchange ten-cent presents. Somebody was Santa Claus, with the aid of pillows. Christ- mas Vespers came — the chapel packed with people, bright lights, a joyous big choir, their faces aglow with Christmas spirit. Our blood thrilled to the sound of carols; the warmth of the season stirred within us. We burst triumphantly into the recessional hymn. Oh Come All Ye Faithful. Time was telescoped in the next few days. [34] We did get our papers all in, we wrapped up presents, we packed our trunks, we pranced to the Vil. In the midst of the excitement Betts was the victim of another fiendish Sophomore plot. Suspecting that Shafer was after Betts ' life and possessions, the Norum- bega girls bolted all the doors. Unfortunately Shafer was already concealed in the closets, and during dinner stole Betts ' suitcase — all packed to go home — and hid it in the Shafer elevator, between floors. We considered mass Answer to her every call . . action by the Freshmen, but postponed it ' til after Christmas. We were too excited at the prospect of going home to bother much with such mundane affairs as class battles. We were going on our first vacation! Enthusiastically we talked about families and friends in home- towns. We wondered if the Cotillion dance at the club would be as exciting as ever, viewed in the new light of one only recently home for the holidays. Would everyone be glad to see us? Would they think we had changed? We hoped they would think us older — we felt so! We peered into our mirrors only to dis- cover that we looked as young as ever — younger, perhaps, with the hair-ribbons we had bought because everyone was wearing them. Older or younger, we felt different, but it didn ' t really matter. We were going home! There is a right merry cheer . . . On the last day we got up early to sing to the Seniors. We hung peppermint canes on their door knobs, and staggered a bit in the early morning gloom because we ' d had a party in somebody ' s room the night before. Breakfast was special — bacon and eggs. We tore upstairs to finish packing, and to put away the posters and the china dogs. We snatched the sheets from our beds, and re- duced our rooms to echoing vacuums. We wore our coats and hats to our 2:40 classes, and carried our overnight bags. We sat near the door, being sure to catch the teacher ' s eye, because it was a Calendar Day, and when the bell began to ring we were out the door in a flash. We tore to a taxi in the parking space, and, cheerfully wedged in with six other girls, drove to the station. There was a barrage of trunks in the middle of the station floor, with crowds of girls screaming at one another, clutching their hats and looking, with anguished faces, for trunks. The whole scene flashed before our eyes; we ran out to the platform, wriggled through the thick-packed girls, and scrambled on to the train. And that was the last we knew. Oblivion settled down as we sank into our seats . . . ¥rom care and sorrow free . . . [35] We hum the midnight oil . Return to Learning INEVITABLY; we returned. We returned to empty rooms and enthusiastic friends. We had new permanenis, new fraternity pins, new gossip. We were rudely confronted by Mid- year schedules, with Comp. on the very last day. From then on we lived, thought, talked, and breathed nothing but Midyears. We found copies of last year ' s exams in the halls; we desperately read assignments we had skipped; ' we held bull sessions to discuss the nervous system and the u se of footnotes; we copied notes from classes we had missed. And then the fatal day arrived. Snow, still, on the ground. No one rode bicycles. In thirteens and fourteens we set out, grimly ignoring the blueness of the sky and the brilliance of the snow, or the pine trees turned to cotton bushes. We clutched ink, blotters, and pens, and in our minds we ran over the events of the French Revolution. Then the room, the last- minute cramming, the bell, the hush. The awful cream-colored books; another hush; the mimeographed sheets. Such a little sheet to last two and a half hours! The relief if we had spotted a question at the last minute. The horror if we had slighted a certain topic, only to meet with it here! Time flew. We scrawled illegibly, forgetting to organize. At last it was over. We staggered out. We met our friends. We argued and discussed all the way home, but at lunch someone told us for heav- en ' s sake not to mention work at meals. It w as nerve-wracking. But at night they gave us crackers and milk. Oh, there are compensations for the evil things of life. Which will we remember longer — the aching tension of an exam, or the How much would - crackers, and the coolness of the milk? No doubt It will be both — inseparably Imked. It was at that tumultuous season of the year that we ordered our class rings. The commit- tee was busy for weeks deciding on the exact shade of the Wellesley blue . . . how square the top of the ring should be We were lucky, everyone said, because we could have square numerals too. At last the notice appeared on the class board. We could actually be measured for ring sizes. We did and ordered a ring with or without pearls according to our preferences. How could we wait? Spring was on its way in this place where seasons arrive weeks ahead of schedule. At the end of February we were beginning to re- vive after the strain of exams and hard work. We hailed the partial disappearance of the snow and, in the dry places, we jumped rope. People going by looked curiously at knots of girls, ski-suit clad, taking turns at skipping over a rapidly twirling bit of clothesline. [36 T And Spring at Last . . . HE weeks streamed by. At tight mo- ments we thought the end would never come, but secretly we knew that time was all too swift in the wonder of a first spring at ' ellesley. First the thawing snow with puddles in the parking space, wet ankles, and clothes steaming on the radiator. It was in this cheerful season that we Freshmen sought our revenge. We hatched a plot which was promptly fulfilled. At dinner time we crept outdoors, armed with our deadly weapons chuckled maliciously as we filled trunks in Noanett with Putzie ' s stufl ed horse and Edar ' s girdles and Spang ' s pictures. Then spring going on . . . with mud, the first hint of green, and dandelion coins behind the gym. The leaves thrust forth their pointed ears, and we could no longer see Sage from Billings. On May Day, all in white, we thrilled to the feeling of Wellesley as a whole as real college spirit came alive. In time the primroses along the path came out. Daffodils popped up in the field behind Dower. We took countless pictures and in sheer animal spirits Home a ain float we in silence . . . . confetti, strong cheap perfume, and yel- low paint. Silently, single file over the slush we made our way towards the Quad. How lightheartedly we poured confetti in type- writers and bureau drawers, or saturated rugs and mattresses with perfume. While one of us painted ' 39 on the mirror, her accomplices took the pillow case and filled it with pic- tures, stuffed animals and sundry unmention- able articles. Then out into the foggy night where Chris was cruising in her car. Our spirits . . . which had been subdued . . . were released. We shouted all the way home, and the creaking chairs classes with their numerals held high made pie beds and threw pillows out of win- dows. We contemplated getting tan. Then Float Night . . . crowds along the shore, the smell of cigars and trampled grass, the steamer rugs. The And the crew race! Four slim shells slipping over the l ake to victory for ' 36. Crew songs drift- ing up from the shore, the W with lifted dripping oars, and the clear voices replying over the water from the boats. The Japanese lanterns brightened into sharp relief. The high over our heads on the music began [37] MEN AT WELLESLEY Worlds: LEORA AULTMAN MARGARET WYCKOFF VIRGINIA PLUMB Music: MARGARET WYCKOFF % S 1 Jt 1 fiz i J. J Jl j Fine br- r - ' ' J. - -J: Jr J- j- - r ' r r P ' t | ' i j: ■ j . i J: J J ■ J r -J r ■ ' i J- ■■ ' f n t r t ,i , J. J, D.S. A ' J J ;: J- J, j.lc g f J ' j. ' J Chorus In Wellesley round the campus and upon the village green, The gentlemen, or stronger sex, are few and far between. Verses Oh Sheffield, Zigler, Greene and Haroutunian have their woes The ladies in majority are likely to impose. They ' re browbeaten in classes and in chapel they ' re not heard, Whenever they assert their rights, no one will hear a word. In sports and in dramatics we our mannish clothes do don. The gentlemen are out of place and mournfully look on. Our hair is shingled heinie style, the Homestead girls wear pants. Instead of being on display, we ' re stags at every dance. The Tupelo tradition is that if they don ' t propose. We pick them up and throw them in, in all their Sunday clothes. We secretly suspect that many a wet bedraggled swain, On second thought is rescued and is taken back again. [38] library roof. Then the floats. Humpty Dump- ty, Little Bo Peep, and Little Boy Blue . . . We stared eagerly through the gloom at the clever settings — tried to identify the girls who were posing as our favorite nursery char- acters. We even managed to recognize the paddlers, inconspicuous as possible in dark shirts and slacks. We didn ' t want to miss anything. When it was over we strolled home — full of our participation in a real Wellesley tradition. TREE DAY was clear and green. We lined up in the shadow-flecked road by the chapel, and screamed when they brought us our yellow banner. We draped the blue stream- ers over our shoulders, and after an intermin- able wait, marched off in the ' ' Entrance of the Classes. We made the very right arm of the W. The others followed us. Then Betsy An- derson stood out to lead the Alma Mater. When we sang the Tra-la-las, she took off her cap and nodded with her head. Before all those faces on the hill it was almost too won- derful to bear. There was the green sparkling in the sunshine. The sky was unbelievably blue. How we had feared rain on this day! But the fates had been kind. We were not to be disappointed. We turned proudly to the parents and friends who had come from home to see the pageant. Isn ' t it beautiful? we whispered. Isn ' t it beautiful? We were pleased with their admiring comments — with their oh ' s and ah ' s at the sheer loveli- ness of the tower, rising benevolently above the campus to watch the dancers who came out from behind the big clump of evergreens beside the road. We stopped talking and stood silent. We sat down inside the ropes and watched Ponce De Leon ' s search for the fountain of youth, knowing in our proudly cynical young minds that he would never find it. Then came Spang borne aloft by four of our deadly Soph- omore enemies. She wore a white toga and her legs were bound in purple thongs. They dragged Jean Hewitt out, clad in yellow rags. The Freshmen edged perceptibly closer. Spang was hard and sarcastic. We groaned and hissed and booed. She gave the spade to Jean. We cheered lustily. At last the awful moment came. Jean gave the spade to Betts. In a mad pack we tore after her, veering from one True-hearted daughter of Weltesley . . . direction to another. At last, with violent cheers we started up the hill, the Sophomores in vicious pursuit. Through the bushes. Over the grass. Panting up the road. A mob around a tiny tree — an oak. Had we made it? Did we beat them? Could we cheer? Yes! The tree was ours. The race was won. With ridiculously shining faces and broad grins we swarmed around the tree. Then, for the first time we opened our throats and shouted : Rah! ' 39 Wellesley Rah. Wellesley 1939 Rah! Rah! Rah! ' 39, Wellesley ' 39. 1-9-3-9 Wellesley! [39] [40] [41] IN MEMORIAM ELLEN FITZ PENDLETON 1864-1936 The sixth President of Wellesley College. We were her last Freshman Class. To her we dedicate this page. [42] ha from the Kings of Israel . The Wellesley Chapel [43] p. ENDLETON HALL, housing the departments of Chemistry and Physics, was finished our Freshman year, and named for the President who planned it. We understand the negativity of radio activity . Pendleton Hall 44 I 4   i4 Friendships, me nories lasting. . . The President ' s House L ilGHTS in the windows of the Presi- dent ' s House, symbol of the gracious hos- pitality to be found there. It was in our Sophomore Year that Miss McAfee in- augurated her now traditional Tuesday Nights. 45 Fall Field Day WE OUR MANNISH CLOTHES DO DON ONE day at the height of our summer fes- tivities we noticed that the kitchen calendar had been flipped over to September. Shortly afterwards appeared the familiar ads for the proper college clothes. We shortened our skirts, rinsed out our sweaters, sent our beer jackets to the cleaners and set out to in- vest in crazy new hats, wool dresses, and sophisticated formals, becoming to a Sopho- more. With infinite experience behind us we picked up a few Brooks sweaters. We began to feel excited at the thought of college friends who had been represented by delightfully vague postcards from Lake George, Arizona, Germany. On the train we greeted old acquaintances feverishly, and pointed out the well-dressed but timid freshmen. Sophomore greetings are more enthusiastic than all the other years put together. It had been the first parting and the first reunion; we were overjoyed to discover that we hadn ' t over-estimated the friends we ' d chosen. It would be a great year we all agreed. We went back to the Vil to collect lamp s and chairs. New girls were in our rooms, faced with the eternal struggle of bringing cheer into a dismal north room. We told them how we had conquered the difficulties. The Head of House treated us like equals, and urged us to come and see her. Return was not without its sorrows; some of our best friends had moved to other houses. We visited them, running from Severance to Shafer, or from Norumbega to Davis twenty times a day, vowing to get together at least once every afternoon or evening. Alas for our resolutions. Old friends were dear, but new ones were fascinating. We talked to our first freshman, marveling that one so young could be so poised. We swooped down on our little sisters; took them en masse to Seller ' s. We were terribly knowing about what courses they should have avoided ; what teachers were divine. We filled their ears with Wellesley legend; told them to order peppermint sun- daes, and brushed aside their attempts at con- versation. [46] At formal chapel our big sisters turned out in cap and gown for the first time. The class of ' 36 had never looked strange in them, but to see our old familiar friends! The upper- classmen waited expectantly to hear what Miss McAfee would say on her first public appearance before us. When we left the chapel we were hers for life. We envied the freshmen, with whom she classified herself. We watched her brisk step; gloried in her cherry suit, and felt akin to her because she was so young and friendly. We loved Bible from the very first day. Violent partisanship arose, with champions defending the various members of the depart- ment. We felt exceedingly adult in grade one courses and terrified in advanced ones. At night we gathered in small groups to talk, but we missed the violent camaraderie of fresh- man houses; the bull sessions which raged till two, dancing in the living rooms, the nightly trip to the Vil, or a feast in some- body ' s room. We missed the 9:30 confusion in Virginia Tuctle President of the Athletic Association Two Golfers the living room, with dense smoke, flying tongues and clacking knitting needles, and the maid who gathered up the ash trays at five of ten. We missed the ill-matched room- mates whose bickerings had supplied us with table conversation. We knew what it was to have part of our college life behind us, and once in a while a premonition of the ultimate separation would send us to our best friend ' s room to talk about life. On Hazing Day we tried to be savage to the poor timid c reatures in green hair ribbons. We lined them up on the bench by the Index Board or on the Chapel Steps and took their names when they couldn ' t finish the ' 36 Marching song. We spent the fall hurrying to and from 4:40 Gym classes. We served tennis balls, shot arrows, ran a puck down the field, while the wind put color in our cheeks. Much later Fall Field Day made a climax with organized exhibitions of our skill, and real audiences to watch us. There were blue programs of the events; people sold food; girls wandered across the field with ice cream sticks, wondering why their coats seemed so thin in the cold wind. [47] GOLF Phebe Gould ' 40 Head ' arsity: Helen Shane ' 40, Phebe Gould ' 40, Dorothy Hanna ' 41. Teams 1939: Dorothy Barrow, Virginia Kyger, Mary Licurance. 1940: Phebe Gould, Jean Pope, Helen Shane, Mary Phil Taylor. 1941: Ann Fiddler, Dorothy Hanna, Jean Has- lam, Virginia Stiles. Members of the Basketball Team The fall ' s golfing activity reached its cul- mination in the harvest tournament and sup- per which took place on October twenty- seventh. Competitors in the afternoon ' s tour- nament were Mary Fenton ' 42, Virginia Allen ' 42, Phillis Clason ' 42, and Phebe Gould ' 40. Phillis Clason carried off the first prize with a score of fifty-eight for nine holes. The semi-annual deluge of six-weeks quizzes worked to prevent a large turnout at the sup- per at T.Z.E. following the match, but those hamburgers never tasted better! Last spring the M.I.T. golf team came to Wellcsley to play non-competition matches against a selected group of W ' ellesley golfers, and wound up the day ' s tournament by taking their opponents out to dinner. Because this informal competition met with decided ap- proval on the part of both teams, a return match took place on May eighteenth. OUTDOOR BASKETBALL Elizabeth Boardman ' 40 Head Varsity: Betty Jane Feldmcier ' 40, Jane Den- ton ' 42, Katherine Ebbert ' 42, Elizabeth Boardman ' 40, Virginia Andersen ' 41, Cretyl Crumb ' 41. Substitutes: Ellen Booth ' 41, Helen Tower ' 39- INDOOR BASKETBALL Frances Cottingham ' 39 Head Varsity: Katherine Ebbert ' 42, Marva Peter- son ' 40, Caroline Knight ' 42, Elizabeth Gil- bert ' 42, Elizabeth Ralph ' 42, Frances Cot- tingham ' 39. Substitutes: Carolyn Elley ' 40, Jane Hathen ' 41, Priscilla Carter ' 42. Outdoor basketball has had a highly suc- cessful season this year, with more than sev- enty girls attending classes regularly. The class teams have competed hotly during the fall season, under the guidance of their captains and Betty Boardman, head of basket- ball. The final event of the year was the Freshman-Sophomore battle at Fall Field Day on November tenth; the Freshmen were vic- torious with a score of thirty-three against the Sophomores ' nineteen. TENNIS Frances Roberg ' 39 Head Varsity: Patricia Cumming ' 41, Anne Cohen ' 41, Carolyn Elley ' 40, Marva Peterson ' 40, Barbara Prentice ' 41, Frances Roberg ' 39. Teams 1939: Frances Roberg, Helen Tower, Dorothy Voss, Mary Pearson, Jean Paradis, Margaret Rouse, Gertrude Whittemore. [48 Two tennis players ready for a game 1940: Carolyn Elley, Marva Peterson, Eliza- beth Gregory, Myra-Ann Graf, Gene Mac- Donald, Rebecca Jackson, Dorothy Hastings, Dorothy Pugh, Carolyn Wysor, Mary New- ton, Mary Turner, Lynn Lochridge, Helen Simson, Margaret Chittenden. jf ' L- Patricia Cumming, Anne Cohen, Barbara Prentice, Jean Barkin, Helen Gorrell, Caro- line Dalton, Barbara Remy, Katherine Snow, Doris Bry, Jean McLane, Peggy Walbndge, Anne Lineberger, Jane Hathen, Elizabeth Collier. In the fall of 1938 the winner of the singles was Suzanne Van Dyke. Patricia Cumming and Anne Cohen won the doubles. LACROSSE Ruth Harwood ' 40 Head Varsity: Anne Cohen ' 41, Anne Davison ' 41, Jane Hathen ' 41, Edith Fisher ' 41, Marva Peterson ' 40, Carolyn Elley ' 40, Helen Park ' 39, Helen Tower ' 39, Ruth Harwood ' 40. The ancestry of lacrosse goes back to the North American Indians, with whom inter- tribal lacrosse games were as much of a cus- tom as baseball is with us today. Lacrosse is steadily gaining in popularity at Wellesley. It is a fast sport, but not a danger- ous one; it requires no equipment; it is easy to learn; and best of all, there are few rules connected with it. May it gain an even larger number of devotees in future years! ARCHERY Antoinette Meyer ' 40 Head Varsity: Louise Baldwin ' 40, Dorothy Harris ' 39, Anne King ' 41, Antoinette Meyer ' 40, Jane Becton ' 41. Teams 1939: Dorothy Harris, Helen Tower, Barbara Walther. 1940: Louise Baldwin, Helen Irish, Peggy Noyes, Antoinette Meyer. 1941: Jane Becton, Anne King, Elizabeth Dickinson, Helen Peterson. 1942: Marjorie Coll, Louise Countryman, Georgia Sanborn, Dorothy Tredick. Members of the Archery Teams ARCHERY Archery was unusually lucky in having a number of seasoned archers this year. The fall season came to a climax on Field Day. Five W ' s were awarded to the following outstand- ing archers: Louise Baldwin ' 40, Dorothy Hams ' 39, Antoinette Meyer ' 40, Barbara Walther ' 39, and Elizabeth Young ' 40 after the shooting of Columbia rounds. Then class squads shot the Columbia rounds, and the four highest scorers from each squad were designated as the class team. Our Hockev Players In the spring there is more active competi- tion in archery, for besides Field Day and play days with other colleges, all archers may compete for places on the two teams entered in the Inter-Collegiate Telegraphic Contest. The results from colleges all over the country are compared by telegraph, under the auspices of the National Archery Association. HOCKEY Helen Park ' 39 Head Varsity: Nancy Jackson ' 39, Helen Park ' 39, Caroline Elley ' 40, Marva Peterson ' 40, Carol V ' ysor ' 40, Virginia Andersen ' 41, Edith Fischer ' 41, Jane Hathen ' 41, Priscilla Carter ' 42, Joan Guiterman ' 42, Elizabeth Ralph ' 42, Mary Stafford ' 42, Betty Timberlake ' 42. V ' s: Nancy Jackson ' 39, Helen Park ' 39, Caroline Elley ' 40, Marva Peterson ' 40. Hockey was very lucky to welcome to its grounds the umpiring conference held by the Northeast Field Hockey Association. Eleven colleges were invited to send teams to demon- strate; Wellesley also contributed players, and thus a week-end of instruction was combined with one of fun. We were also fortunate in having the Northeast Tournament on our grounds. The Wellesley students played a match with the Alumnae and beat them. On Field Day the twenty-two best players played a match. VOLLEYBALL Marian Stearns ' 40 Head Margaret Wheeler ' 42, Janet Mueller ' 42, Mary Louise Brubaker ' 42, Thelma Jeffery ' 42, Barbara Manning ' 41, Jean Reedy ' 41, RuthDahr41. Working for improved technique, volley- ball players practice on their serves, passes, attacking shots, volleys, and retrieving from the net. In May, 1938, representatives of the volley- ball teams from Framingham, Pine Manor, and Dana Hall played with the Wellesley girls, girls from each school being on each team. The first teams of the sophomores and freshmen also play an exhibition match on Field Day. In January, 1938, Charlotte Damron ' 40 and Marian Stearns ' 40 attended a volleyball and basketball symposium in Worcester with Miss Elizabeth Powell of the Department of Hy- giene and Physical Education. The two dele- gates saw and took part in games with repre- sentatives, mostly coaches, from boys ' and girls ' schools, demonstrating advanced tech- nique. Miss Powell added to the interest of the meeting by showing movies of Wellesley girls playing volleyball. [50] BASEBALL Carolyn Wysor ' 40 Head Anne Cohen ' 41, Elizabeth Bamford ' 41, Adele Menand ' 41, Carolyn Wysor ' 40, Pa- tricia Fleming ' 41, Helen Park ' 39. Wellesley ' s battering battalion of baseball enthusiasts found their new home on the southeast corner of the hockey field no handi- cap. And many a time was the air rent with sharp cracks of bat connecting horsehide, thuds of balls nestling into padded suits. Then fell that unlucky day — Spring Field Day — when Wellesley ' s sturdy star students faced Wellesley ' s fatally phenomenal faculty. The result was bad, but that is not the point I The moral of the story is that the defeated have passed on their loyal spirits. CREW 1939 Boiv, M. Kahle 2, H. Park 3, H. Warshaw 4, G. Sharp 5, V. Turtle 6,C. Farwell 7, L. Bennett Stroke, M. Horton Cox, A. Corcoran (Captain) 1940 Boiv, M. Gilkey 2, G. Person 3, D. Hanson 4, B. Hutton 5, J. Tweedie I 6, M. Hudson 7, M. Jones (Captain) Stroke, E. Browning Cox, K. Jahn 1941 Bow, D. Mosher 2, N. Gould 3, B. White 4, N. Stevenson 5, K. Reppert 6, W. White 7, D. Blake Stroke, F. Mariotti (Captain) Cox, M. Corrigan arsit) Crew RIDING Barbara Kinyon ' 39 Head Helen Tams ' 39, Priscilla Blackett ' 42, Mary Saalfield ' 42, Ada Eppstein ' 41, Maria Her- rera ' 41. As always, a goodly number of Wellcsley- ites found the bridle paths irresistible. The Field Day competition of this fall had as its hazards the archery targets and stumps of trees felled by the hurricane. Mr. J. P. Wescott, the judge, also met with hazards in the form of very close competition between two excellent Freshman riders, Priscilla Blackett and Mary Saalfield. Dinner cooked in the fireplace at McGee ' s was the reward for an afternoon of hard riding. Three members of the riding teams The Weilesley College Orchestra THE activities of the Weilesley College Orchestra have been many and varied during the four years of the college generation in which the class of 1939 has participated. The fall season reached its peak this year in the concert in the Chapel on November 28. The program included selections from the early music of Rosenmiiller, a concerto for flutes and strings by Scarlatti, an early sym- phony by Rosetti, the overture to Ottone by Handel, and Handel ' s organ concerto in D minor, with Carl Weinrich as soloist. The concert was repeated at Harvard, and was later broadcast over a national hookup. Officers Malcolm H, Holmes, Conductor; Margaret H. Horton ' 39, Preudent; Eleanor L. Rodgers ' 40, Biisintss Manager; Andrea N. Brown ' 40, Treasurer; Alice Willard ' 41, Secre- tary; Amy Hodel ' 41, Librarian; Marion W. Gibby ' 41, Concert Mistress. Violin I Marion W. Gibby ' 41, Priscilla Davis ' 39, Mary Louise Barrett ' 42, Helen H. Tower ' 39, Esther Duke ' 42, Anne L. Hendricks ' 40, Gertrude M. Robison ' 42. Violin II Margaret H. Horton ' 39, Margaret A. Hudson ' 40, Caro- lyn P. Elley ' 40, Vera B. ' Warner ' 42, Helen Nerney ' 40, Patricia A. Jackson ' 42, Josephine H. Knox ' 41, Beverly J. Andrews ' 42. Viola Eleanor L. Rodgers ' 40. Violoncello Esther C. Parshley ' 39, Miriam E. Wise ' 39, Andrea N. Brown ' 40, Thomas Hayes Proctor, Peggy E. Goodman ' 42, Katherine Weltey ' 41. After rendering many recitals we achieved the climax of the entire year at the spring concert which was held in Alumnae Hall on April 26. With the assistance of the Harvard University Orchestra and with David Barnett as piano soloist, the combined orchestras presented a program of music from the 18th, 19th and 20th centuries. Included on this pro- gram was a Beethoven piano concerto and Haydn ' s Clock Symphony, as well as selec- tions from Brahms and the modern Russian composer, Glazounov. Bass MarjorieJ. Northrup ' 39, Virginia C. Vail ' 40. Flute Alice Willard ' 41, Jean S. Hussev ' 39, Priscilla Pattison ' 41. Clarinet Joan R. Pinanski ' 42, Mildred W. Spitz ' 40. Trumpet Penelope Hutchinson ' 40, Ann P. White ' 42. French Horn Amy Hodel ' 41, Sally S. Baird ' 42. Percussion Frances H. Postell ' 39, Jane M. MacMaster ' 40. Piano Mary McDonnell ' 39. Organ M. Elizabeth Wunderle ' 39. [52] THE autumn days flew past. We climbed the Tower to see the trees which flamed around the hike. We wandered down to Tu- pelo, where, earlier, we had heard the cries of the crew coxes and the splash of oars. In October came a day, important not only to us, but to all circles of education. Miss McAfee was inaugurated. As we lined up in our white dresses on Norumbega Hill we remembered Pres Pen, the gracious old lady who sat in the second row at chapel, the friendly soul who covered campus in The Goldfish Bowl, the serene woman who addressed us in public. Our mothers had known her; we were glad that we had shared a year at Wellesley with her. We assembled by classes all around the green in front of Pen- dleton Hall. The Carillon played; there was noise, conversation , brilliant streaks of sunshine slant- ing over us. We stared at the photographers , and the news- reel men, and the reporters. In front of the great oak door of Green Hall, Miss McAfee posed for the eager reporters before the procession started. Behind the band marched the college students in gleaming white. We did not talk any more except to murmur now and then when the occasion became too excit- ing to bear by ourselves. The sun beat down on our heads as we wound our way down the hill, past the Quad and up to Alum. We lined up along the road, shoulder to shoulder, to make a path for the marshals, Mary Bruce Taylor and Kathy Forsyth. They came proud- ly down the avenue carrying their marshal ' s batons . . . small white sticks tied with a ribbon. Behind them, in cap and gown, came the Academic procession. The brilliant red hoods, the green, and blue, contrasting with the somber black gowns. We beamed on the teachers whom we knew, unfamiliar in their academic gowns. At last came Miss McAfee, smiling at the applause which went before Wc ' 11 give our lives and hopes to serve her. . . her. Her gold tassel gleamed in the sunlight, as it bobbed beside herdark hair. Smiling, too, her father walked in the procession. We were to know him better in the ensuing years, were to see him in chapel beside Miss McAfee or listen to his sermons. Now we thought how proud he must be. We watched them all the way up the road , then followed them. 53] Two by two we marched into Alum, re- ceived our cream-colored folders which said on their covers Inauguration of Mildred Helen McAfee as Seventh President of Wel- lesley College, and settled down in our seats to follow the Order of Exercises. We listened reverently to Dr. McAfee ' s invoca- tion and then turned our attention to the address by Dr. MacCracken, the President of Vassar College from which Miss McAfee had graduated. We thought it was nice and a little amusing that a Vassar graduate should come to be the president of Wellesley. Marjorie McCullough President of the Class of 1941 Then Miss McAfee herself rose to make her Inaugural Address. It was exactly suited to the occasion. U ' e were to learn later that it was typical of all of Miss McAfee ' s addresses. We were to delight in the fact that our presi- dent ' s words were always just what she should have said. One detail excited us. We had heard that Miss McAfee was going to make a reference to our competition song, and when she did, we were strangely thrilled. FALL presented a multitude of occupa- tions. We met all our friends in the Bible room studying for the first quizzes. We made trips to the Vil, stopping off to visit with our little sisters. We had tea at the Inn, exulting in the candles, the fireplace, the marmalade and cloves. We bought jugs of fresh cider, bags of apples, and single roses for our rooms. We yearningly watched the window displays change at Stuart ' s and Filene ' s. We succumbed again to the hair ribbon fad, and bought out McClellan ' s and Davis ' s supply. On week-ends we hung out of the windows in a manner recalling Freshman year, to see our fortunate friends depart for football games. They came home with feathers and programs which they let us read. We made Geology field trips in busloads, and scrambled over the crags of Nahant. A new magazine appeared on the stands. It was full of pictures, and we thought it a marvelous way to keep up with the news. It was called Life. We hoped it would be a success, but we needn ' t have worried. In no time the market was flooded with picture magazines, which, it seemed, were just what the world had been waiting for. On Hallow- e ' en the lights were dim. We had spook salad, with clove eyes, and orange napkins. We waited impatiently while the seniors and juniors elected their officers. Then came the Indexed notice; Nominations for Soph. Officers in 140 Green. We who had thought we knew everybody in the class found that there were many worthy individ- uals who had escaped our notice. The final results, however, left nothing to be desired: Anna Tiebout was our president. The rest were equally efficient and as remarkably pretty, too, we thought. Betts Wunderle, Sherry Stout, Puss Parkhurst, Chris Hunter, Peg Anderson, Carol Doty, Ann Wemple, Pussy Davis, Kitty Kelly, and Peg WyckofF. As November third drew near. Republicans and Democrats began to rear their heads in our peaceful dormitories. We snarled about the national debt; argued for public expendi- ture; denounced the Brain Trust; fought over Big Business. That night we held the rally [54] . , . are so well-dressed they ' re always asked away . . . . once in every college generation. With torches, banners, proclamations, we wound about the campus in a procession. The sep- arate houses had slogans, and their costumes and songs revealed their allegiance. We reached a pitch of excitement as we paraded. Through the night came flashes of photogra- phers ' bulbs. The roads were lined with crowds w ho watched our progress. We shout- ed things, sang our songs, raised defiant ban- ners and described circles in the air with our torches. We marched to Alum, crowded our- selves in, and listened to election returns. The votes continued to come in . . . more and more for Roosevelt, until it became apparent to those who were Republicans that theirs was a lost cause. They folded up their Landon daisies, symbol of the west, and crept home through the night, temporarily tired and defeated. We made trips to Boston on the 12:35. On some days we went to the museums in our polo coats and sports hats; on others we dressed in fur coats, high heels and our most daring hats for a trip to the theatre, tea at the Blue Ship, dinner at Ola ' s or dancing in the Copley. We learned the short cuts through the city, often landing in strange shadowed streets where our heels clicked noisily and suspicious creatures lurked in doorways. In South Station we had foolish pictures taken in the waiting room or drank orange juice at the drug store counter. The 11 :50 train to Welles- ley was noisy and smoky. We let our stylish hats slide down on our noses and put our feet up on the seats and dreaded the cold walk home from the station, or the equally chilly wait for an empty taxi. Before we realized it, five academic weeks were gone and not a day passed without the announcement of another quiz. There were small rivalries among us to see who was the most heavily burdened. We saw no cause for worry; after all, when one is eighteen and has lived through a year of academic responsibili- ties, a handful of quizzes is not alarming. It was even fun checking off the papers and tests as we finished them, and when the last one was over there was an awful let-down feeling with nothing to pull us up to the mark. Suddenly it was Thanksgiving time, her- alded by the singing of Come Ye Thankful People Come, in morning chapel. We went to our friends ' houses for Thanksgiving; ate turkey in Gloucester, New Bedford or Provi- dence, or went into Boston for cheer, wonder- ing whether or not they missed our bright faces at home. WHEN the Christmas Bazaar opened we knew beyond all doubt that the holiday season had arrived. While others were finishing off the cold sliced turkey of Thanksgiving, we were turning our thoughts to the next event. Alum was camouflaged in evergreens, and among the spruce boughs stood the booths. We drifted in noisy groups from one to the other, yearning over hand- knit mittens with colored flowers woven into them, hammered copper ashtrays, lamps, bowls, sweaters, scarves, embroidered tyro- lean suspenders, china animals, plump pink pigs, silver gazelles, lop-eared cocker spaniels, mandarin coats and rings from China. This, we decided, was one of the nicest things C. A. gave us. [55 Dorothy Voss President of the Christian Association BUT Christian Association was responsible for the hearty welcome during Freshman week, arranging for the Ask-me ' s, the Wed- nesday tea at Tower Court, the Freshman vespers, the Campus Suppers, and Vaudeville and Big Sisters. Once they are members of the college com- munity, C.A. brings students an opportunity to be consciously sensitive to life ' s signifi- cance through worship, thoughtful discus- sion, and purposeful activity. The enrichment of the spiritual life of the students is furthered by Sunday night Vesper servic es in the society houses, a quiet hour for prayer each week during Lent, and the Religious Forum. C.A. IS justifiably proud, too, of its latest innova- tion; the purchase of a radio-victrola for use in the symphonic services which have been held in the C.A. Lounge Sunday evenings. These services offer an opportunity to relax, meditate and listen to the world ' s greatest music. Guest speakers lead thought provok- ing discussions at the regular Thursday after- noon teas. During the fall of 1938 the teas were devoted to a study of contemporary re- ligious struggles in Germany, Spain, and China; while the winter and spring teas con- cerned themselves with such varied modern problems as the Oxford Group, prison life and work, and Indian missionary teaching and training. Work beyond the sphere of campus is under- taken by the Social Service Committee. The members act as hospital librarians, readers to the blind, and helpers in clinics and settle- ment houses. Conferences widen the scope of C.A. through contact with other organiza- tions of similar purpose. Days of study and play with fellow-students and leaders in in- ternational, social and religious movements present valuable experiences to the Wellesley representatives. Movies, gym classes, music recitals, and hygiene lectures by Dr. DeKruif sponsored by C.A. give the impetus for the creation of group feeling among the employees, and re- laxation for them on campus. For the men, smokers, picnics, and illustrated lectures are very popular. Frequently there are parties which include all the employees, when, under the leadership of C.A. members, games are played and songs sung, and selections given by talented employees who play musical in- struments. All of these activities and services are car- ried on under the leadership of a group of very active officers and committee members who direct the policy of the Christian Association and apportion the duties which are necessary for the carrying on of the work which C.A. does. There are a great many places where the whole body of students who are interested in doing volunteer social service work, in help- ing with the employees ' parties, and in taking an active part in the life of the Association can be of great assistance. So it is that under the guidance of the Christian Association officers hundreds of girls work ably and effi- ciently. The officers are: Dorothy Voss ' 39, President; Louise Tib- betts ' 39, Vice President; Elizabeth Gregory ' 40, junior Vice President; Ann Winship ' 40, [56] Secretary; Christine Corey ' 41, Treasurer: Carol P. Dotv ' 39, Chairman, Community Service; Edna Golding ' 39 and Ethel Baron ' 39, Chiir- men. Conference; Margaret Hayes ' 39 and Mar- garet Horton ' 39, Ch airmen, Worship; Mari- anne Robinson ' 39, Chairman, Social Service; E. Virginia Kyger ' 39, Chairman, Employees Committee; Joseph Haroutunian and Theodore Steiger, Faculty Members; Margaret Davis, General Secretary. Thus, with the aid of the able and enthusi- tiny scraps of bathing suits, or in skiing out- fits; dolls with a foreign flavor, in Alpine suits, grass skirts, or Japanese kimonos. We bought presents for our families and friends, sipped hot chocolate, munched dough- nuts, and watched the exhibition dancing. ' We toured the booths again and again, and finally left the Bazaar with empty purses, and a revival of the Christmas spirit which we thought we ' d exhausted the year before. Soon they set up the house Christmas trees, astic faculty advisors, Christian Association tries to serve the college. It is conscious of its significant idealism and social purpose. But back to our first Christmas Bazaar . . ' We lingered a long time before the exhibi- tion of dolls. Some of us blushed to recognize our awkward handiwork; others felt a swell of pride as we lifted our dolls ' skirt and petti- coat so that our friends could exclaim over the lace-trimmed underwear, in the making of which we had broken so many good needles. We were astonished at the infinite variety of personality brought out in the identical dolls. There were demure ones in delicately frilled caps and dresses; quaint dolls in full printed silk gowns and poke bonnets; athletic dolls in and hung wreaths in the halls. We had much to do; papers and quizzes to prepare in re- sponse to the inevitable pre-vacation demand; shopping trips to make to the Vil; presents to buy, with an eye out for good-looking wrap- pings; invitations forwarded from home to answer; train tickets to purchase. We re- sponded to the stimulus of constant activity combined with the joy of Christmas, but we longed for a release from our labors. We sang Christmas Carols until they palled, knowing that when we got home they would be just tarting to sing them. We wondered how we could ever wait two more weeks for the real day to arrive. Our hothouse variety of Christ- mas waswonderful, but itwas a forced bloom. [57 On December 11 we turned our radios in to weeks until exam period leapt by. Before we the world-wide broadcast of King Edward ' s could even begin to live up to our schedules abdication speech. A year before we had sat in the evil day was upon us, and we were des- hushed groups while a sad British voice perately re-reading text-books, underlining announced the death of King George. The our notes in red, and wasting much precious Prince of Wales had come t o the throne; the time agonizing with our corridor mates over world had watched his struggle to share it the futility, the inescapability of Midyears, with an American woman. And now, for her We ate ravenously; it was our chief relaxa- sake, he was giving up his heritage, his king- dom and his country. Our eyes were moist as we heard him use the phrase, the woman I love. We felt history moving forward as he gave his throne and people into his brother ' s keeping, with the closing words, God bless you; God save the King. On the last morning we were up at dawn. We dressed feverishly, gulped down our coffee, and tried to discover what we ' d for- gotten. We mailed extra laundry cases from the college post office, and hoped they ' d ar- rive home before we did, because we really needed our skates. We went through the familiar delirium of Calendar classes, and dashed to the station still clutching our note- books and pens. We were off for another vaca- tion! tion. During the nightly crackers-and-milk Compare and contrast . THE three weeks of holidays melted away like a lozenge, leaving us with only the sessions we hated the girls who were planning taste. Ignoring our mother ' s knowing smiles, to be in bed within half an hour, and we we packed up all the library books we ' d hoped there would be a fire drill. We came carted home. The train ride was definitely back from each exam wailmg that it had been bad; we fell into our houses spent and broken. simply terrible. The questions had either Most of the gang had arrived, and came covered every single thing in the course or whooping out to meet us as we left the ele- they had been on the unimportant subjects vator under a pile of suitcases, extra coats, we ' d skipped in our hasty review, hat boxes, magazines, and knitting. We When it was over, those of us who lived stayed up late to unpack, to reassemble near enough went home, to be comforted by rooms, to make beds and to compare tales. the solicitous care of our families and friends. The next morning we got our exam sched- We were gratified when they commented on ules, and ran a trembling finger over each the circles under our eyes; but there were in- day ' s list of exams. At last we located five of evitably some who claimed we ' d put on them in a little huddle of three days; the weight and had never looked better! Those of sixth was off by itself on the last day. We us who couldn ' t get home went to New York tried to put the awful matter out of our heads, t o catch up on our neglected metropolitan but it was impossible. We began to worry life. We crammed into three or four days all then and there, and didn ' t stop until the very the movies and plays and dances that exams last Thursday afternoon. The three short had forced us to forego. [58] WelUsUy has cultivated me THE first event of second semester was Sophomore Tea Dance, with Nancy Rey- nolds as our chairman. For February it was decidedly spring-like, with the undefinable spring smells in the breezes. The ground be- neath our feet was slightly muddy, in decided contrast to the hard floor of the ballroom. Our bright gold banner flashed from the wall above the orchestra. Across from it, daylight came through the glass doors to the terrace. One or two noses were pressed against the glass, but we didn ' t consider it much of an audience. That night there were dances in several of the houses. The campus was full of carloads of good-natured young men asking directions, and only-too-willing directions given by the girls. Strains of music drifted out the open doors. Spring at Wellesley was as wonderful as we had remem- bered it. Missing the trip from the Vil for classes, we promised ourselves long walks around the Lake with congenial friends, who, like ourselves, might laid themselves with unexpected free after- noons. Major Officer elections came around. We read and re-read the long official ballots on which the class of ' 38 stepped up to senior- hood. We yelled ourselves hoarse at the an- nouncements in Green Hall court, marveling to see Spang and Bunny and Gretchen in senior caps. Then came the event for which we ' d been waiting with actual trembling: the announcement of our own Village Juniors. The ol d ' il Juniors led them out, all grinning broadly over their roses, as a shout greeted each new disclosure. After they had all lined up, looking as though they might burst open from joy at any moment, we all sang to them, telling them what a really superior group they were. Photographers leaned from the roof to take pictures; little kodaks clicked hopefully on all sides, although the sun was hidden behind the tower. After the songs were finished, we poured on to the small stone plat- form, seizing peoples ' hands, grinning fool- ishly, screaming congratulations, and wiping furtive tears with the backs of our hands. There was little time for rejoicing, how- ever, for Tree Day and May Day were in the offing, and then rehearsals began. [59] We salute you . MAY DAY that year was an important one for us. Peg Horton had labored long and hard with her committee to plan the formations we would make upon the hill. Wyck coached us in the ' 37 Marching Song, which it was our privilege to sing. At the unspeakable hour of 6:45 A.M. we would gather amongst the clothespins on Tower Court hill and practice shifting at the sound of the whistle. The grass was wet around our ankles; our neighbors had the newly-born look about the eyes; either they came with- out make-up, or their lips were put on a bit lopsided. We had premonitions that someone would mar the performance by erecting the wrong card at a crucial moment, thereby sending the entire class into disgrace. The night before, we hemmed our seniors ' gowns. On May Day, we slipped into our yellow clothes, and ran to other houses to shut seniors ' windows and to make their beds. The race itself was a black avalanche de- scending upon us. Before we could distinguish who was out in front it was all over. News- papermen crowded about the winner, who smiled through her hoop for them and dis- cussed her matrimonial prospects. Then we lined up, and marched through the seniors, who tapped on their hopps as we marched into chapel. There was mellow gold light shining diagonally upon the solid mass of girls who stood singing, Joyful Joyful. We sophomores slipped from our transept before the service ended, and ran to gather our cards from the libe steps. When the other classes streamed from chapel they found us on the hill, making the numerals of our sister class. We sang We ' ll take the torch from hands that have held it high, Wyck blew her whistle, and we shifted our formation, stumbling to keep our balance on the sharp hill. We sang a tongue-twisting song to a Gilbert and Sullivan tune, and beamed hap- pily when the seniors called, We want that song again !■■ [60 SPRING passed all too quickly; with it we felt nostalgia for the Vil. The crews came out on the lake, and once again the cries of the coxes came over the water, to mingle with the strange noises from Billings. In our classes we smiled to hear the violin striving against the piano sonata, both drowned out by throaty contralto scales. On May 6 we attended our first mock Academic Council, holding our sides as we recognized Dr. De Kruif ' s bag, and Mr. Greene ' s gestures. That same night the papers were full of some of the most amazing pho- tography of our times: the Hindenburg in flames. Float Night was doublv thrilling that year, because we knew what to expect. It was a fresh clear night, with sounds coming across the water, and the little waves lapping against the shore. We laughed uproariously at the burlesque of a Harvard-Wellesley crew race of the gay nineties, in which one shell wore striped shirts, visored hats and black moustaches. In the other pulled sun- bonnet maidens in leg-o-mutton sleeves, squeaking Row, row, row your boat in a variety of keys. Then before our eyes passed a panorama of Gilbert and Sullivan, to the ac- companiment of appropriately rollicking tunes. TREE DAY did not dawn bright and clear. During the morning there were intermit- tent showers, drenching the lawn where the spectators must sit. Anxious eyes scanned the Tower Court flagpole, worried Alumnae drove about the campus. The performers tried to console each other, but it was a hor- rid prospect to think of postponing the pageant to Monday. At last a feeble gleam of sunshine emerged; the flag was raised, and with trepidation we prepared to go ahead. The classes lined up, — ' 40 behind an im- mense red banner for the first time, we were second in line. Within the ropes we scrambled to be five abreast, then marched to the green, to form the W and sing Alma Mater. Then we climbed the hill to find places. It was the Happy Prince they were dancing that day. Tay Ott stood on a pedestal, bright in her gold costume. Mary Ann Dilley made a pert swallow, flirting with the Wind and with the Reeds. The Charity Children capered in, saucy in their ragged red dresses. Rhea Orn- stein, as the Mathematical Master, convulsed us with her angular, jerky motions. Before our eyes, a carnival took place: Seamstresses, Workmen, Lackeys, Clowns, Poor Children, Rich Children, the Town Council — all came on and danced. At last, as a climax, appeared Schermie, Peg McAdam, Janie Dahl, Dorothy Pickett and Joan Lockhart, in filmy white angels ' gowns, with wings and haloes which glittered. The sight of them, beautiful in the sunlight, advancing to the tune of Vomp and Circumstance , made us catch our breath. It was Wellesley tradition — the velvet sweep of the Tower green and the music swelling over the tops of the trees. Then Lee Aultman and Evie Van Wie crept forward as black and white ghouls for the Ceremony of the Spade. The class of ' 40 reached their tree and cheered. They had be- come a class now, and 1939 was moving rapidly ahead — almost too fast to realize. 3rit ' j frovi Wahan blow gently ' . . . Behind the scenes on Float Night kli«t ' [63] Across the Meadow to Founders ' Hall [65] NOW IN THE JUNIOR CLASS WHEN we came back to start our Junior year we had a sense of security and poise. We had become a vital part of the college community, and were an integral part of freshman life through our Vil Juniors, and such things as the Handbook and the Por- trait Directory. 1941 was to be our sister class, and would look up to us as seasoned college women. But we were still far enough away from commencement to feel a lively joy in all the campus functions, as our pleasure was still untinged with regret and furtive glances into the future. We recalled the words of the song which made us Jolly Juniors, and looked forward to a year of rich and hilarious experiences. On the first night back those of us who had come to welcome the freshmen, went down to the Vil to catch them at Sellers, or to deliver Portrait Directories in the dormitories. The prospect of seeing a new freshman class amused us. We were interested in them as our sister class and as individuals, but the word freshman did not rouse in us the active curiosity of the previous year. We immedi- ately fitted into time-worn grooves. With a sense of knowing the ropes, we went to Natick or Wellesley Hills to the movies. The only missing factor was the impending sense of doom which accompanies such trips during a rush of papers and exams. We dropped in on our new little sisters, and were annoyed to find them occupied with meetings and as- semblies when we wanted them to go to the Vil for a spree. After all, we were able to tell them anything they might want to know; why should they seek information elsewhere? We shopped for new blotters, picture-frames, and waste-baskets. Our freshman notebook covers were still holding out, but a critical eye could see that they would not last another two years. We went to Hathaway to browze, and came away with fresh books of poetry, or new plays, or a Hummel statue. We delighted in spending money there before it was really necessary. We went to the C.A. meeting for freshmen, grew deeply pensive over the years we had already spent at Wellesley, and dedicated ourselves to richer lives for the future. At night the stained glass windows were black, and above the brown fretwork the only decoration was the three mottoes in Gothic letters of gold: My Soul Doth Magnify the Lord, God Is Love, and Not to Be Ministered Unto but to Minister. They were words to repeat, to savour, and to make part of oneself. On sunny fall afternoons we walked around the Lake in languid groups. The sun beating down on our bare heads called up summer memories — days of bright beaches, and the sea. Now the rays were more oblique. Cool air shaped itself to the shadows of the trees. From across the lake we saw the thin tower rise, and heard faint Billings noises. We tried to visualize old College Hall, walked below the mathematical gardens, and crossed over the President ' s bridge. Girls in canoes passed silently down the stream, between the weep- ing willows. The tennis courts were noisy with people. At Formal chapel we marveled to see the boisterous class of ' 38 subdued in cap and gown. At last we sat in the nave of the chapel. The first day that the choir brushed past us we realized how close we were to the centre of things. Choir managed to amalga- mate the new members after a few days of tearing down the aisle. We began our grade three courses feeling infinitely scholarly, and knowing that the way to be a success is to recite — preferably with an understanding of the subject. We had our first serious discussions of Prom. How soon was it decorous to invite a man? What sort of dress would be most be- coming? Where should we go for the week- end, and how many of us could go together? [67] WE BURN THE MIDNIGHT OIL Freshman Vaudeville OUR Junior year and Freshman week were almost over, but the Vaudeville was to be the climax. Each organization gathered its wits and its members together in an effort to produce a skit that would at once amuse our sister class (if we were Juniors) and to introduce the publications, the gov- ernment groups, the C.A., the A. A. to the eager and curious Freshmen. We giggled over plans and scripts, despaired of ever filling our allotted rime, and waved arms and legs wildly in an attempt to produce a comedy. We got dusty exploring the dark recesses of the stage in Alumnae, and incurred the wrath of other- wise good natured roommates, by making off with clean sheets, or pillows, or suitcases to use them for props. We had rehearsals attended by laughter, not always where we had intended it to come, from the casts of the other skits. The dress rehearsal was a mad jumble of powder, safety pins, pages of script separated from their owners, the voices of the actors which were too weak, and those of the directors which were apt to seem too vigorous. We were sure that the whole enter- prise would be a failure. What would the Freshmen think of us? Would they ever join any of the organizations if we did not impress them favorably? But the evening came at last, and the theatre filled with groups of laughing Fresh- men, escorted by their big sisters. We were not quite ready. Someone went to the piano, the Senior Song Leader came up on the stage and led the upper-classmen in Prairie Flow- er , and ' Neath the Oaks , and all our other favorites. Some of the Freshmen listened and laughed at the funny parts of the songs; others of them, whose mothers had gone to Wellesley, sang too, knowing all the words as perfectly as we. The lights dimmed. Now we presented ourselves. We introduced them to the organ- izations which they would join. [68] The Wellesley College News NEWS has been experimenting this year, endeavoring to give its readers the news they want, trying to satisfy their de- sires as much as possible. Two new columns have appeared — Caps and Frowns, consisting of exchange items gleaned from other college papers, giving us an idea of what is going on on other campuses, and C. G. Comment, which aims to help the undergraduate to under- stand the workings of the system of student government under which we are organized. The rather nonsensical poem about college whimsies has grown up into a sharper com- mentary on affairs of importance extending beyond Wellesley, leading out into the world. NfM ' j- has followed a unified editorial policy, under which the editorials have not been limited in scope, but have endeavored to take in something of peculiar interest to the col- lege, a topic of discussion on other campuses, and a matter of world importance. The use of pictures for most issues has enlivened and made more vivid the printed page. tieivs began this year a library of cuts. Through the use of a very efficient filing sys- tem, many more cuts are available for future use and a record of activities (less perishable than one of plain pictures or snapshots) is preserved . When eivs holds tryouts in the spring and fall of every year, the editorial board en- deavors to take on new members who will strive especially for accuracy, next for vivid- ness of expression, without allowing person- ality to enter into a news article, and finally for promptness and w illingness to cooperate. Fledgling reporters must assimilate the style book, to assure consistency in capitalization, punctuation — mechanical details which are nevertheless essential to the neatness of ap- pear ance of a newspaper. Make-up endeavors to follow diagonal lines across the page, to avoid massing of solid blocks of printed head- lines; more important articles are placed at the top of the page, with heavier headlines about lighter ones, to give a sense of the im- portance of an article with relation to the other news stories. Netvs splurged with a super-special Junior Prom issue last spring, bearing the blue sil- houette of a damsel in crinoline, plus the lightest of frivolous features to delight the souls of visiting males. Society pins and roses decorated its pages when new society mem- bers were announced in the fall; turkeys stalked sedately to introduce the Thanks- giving issue. For a grand departure during midyears, the board issued a full-page paper Martha Parkhurst Editor-in-Chief The Wellesley College News with a skiing theme; the imaginative ele- ment came in yellow-sheet blurbs about Sea- seal Ker Plunke and Rainy de Messy Hair cavorting about the swimming pool during the Tides of March. And then the Tides of March came in actuality, and, with a final splash in the field of journalistic history, the old board recorded the dedication of the [69] The Business Board of The Neu ' S George Howe Davenport Swimming Pool and the recreation building, ai staff to carry on the tradition. and the recreation building, and left the new Editorial Board Martha Parkhurst ' 39, Editor-iii-Chiej; Lou- ise Ahrens ' 39, Make-up Editor; Elizabeth Golden ' 39, Neivs Editor: Adnenne Thorn ' 39, Feature Editor; Louise Sargeant ' 39, Exchange Editor; Virginia Hotchner ' 40, Helen Kazan- jian ' 40, Martha Schwanke ' 40, Jane Strahan ' 40, Associate Editors; Ja.net Biebcr ' 40, Sherley Heidenberg ' 40, Barbara Walling ' 40, Con- stance St. Onge ' 40, Assistan t Editors; Isabel Gumming ' 40, Marilyn Evans ' 40, Elisabeth Green ' 41, Susan Swartz ' 40, Carol Lewis ' 40, Dons Bry ' 41, Reporters; Dorothy Blum ' 40, Elizabeth Potterton ' 40, Mary Barrows ' 41, Josephine Bonomo ' 41, Ann Blackmar ' 41, Margaret Wright ' 41, Nancy Siverd ' 41, Bev- erly Andrews ' 42, Jean Pinanski ' 42, Joan Pinanski ' 42, Assistant Reporters; Louise Stew- art ' 39, Drama Critic; Elizabeth Davis ' 39, Mary Dougherty ' 39, Assistant Drama Critics; Elizabeth Kruskal ' 39, Art Critic; Ruth Oster- mann ' 39, Miisic Critic; Ann Winship ' 40, C. A. Representative; Willye White ' 41, A. A. Representative. Business Board Mary Pearson ' 39, Business Manager; Kath- erine Edwards ' 40, Advertisitig Manager; Bar- bara Cohen ' 40, Associate Advertising Managers; Janet Chase ' 40, Anne Cohen ' 41, Barbara Prentic ' 41, Ruth Ludlam ' 41, Business Editors; Adelaide de Beer ' 41, Katherine Kingston ' 41, Ada Clark ' 41, Virginia Reid ' 42, Caryl Hadsell ' 41, Margaret Schloss ' 42, Gloria Bosetti ' 42, Elizabeth Titus ' 42, Cicerly Church ' 41, Anne Tomasello ' 42, Associate Business Editors; Alice Jantzen ' 39, Staj] Photographer. [70] Legendd LEGENDA, like its literary relatives on the Wellesley campus, is very much a tradition. It is expected that in the early part of May buildings will be sprinkled with vol- umes whose covers come to be familiar. The debut of Legenda is, however, not an acci- dent. It is made only after a year of work and planning on the part of the staff of Juniors and Seniors who have spent all their leisure moments, and a few more (snatched from the Art Libe and Billings) in typing lists of us, tramping miles of city blocks in order to find ads enough to finance our zest for de- tailed descriptions and three pictures on every page. We have spoken editorially for a year now, at last, we resume our individuality and our own names. Editorial Board; Caroline Conklin, Leora Aultman, Jean Rearick, Marilyn Evans. Photography Board; Ruth Maynard, Isa- bel Perry, Hilda Warshaw, Mary Ellen Craw- ford. The Business Board of Legenda names, pasting pictures m the dummy like Business Board; Marjorie Kellogg, Vir- kindergartners, and running frantically from ginia Coville, PrisciUa Davis, Catherine pillar to post in the train of a photographer. Sladen, Marguerite Partridge, Emilie Little, The Business Board has aided and abetted Joan Henry, Janet Gould. [71] Tess Board OUR introduction to Press Board took the form of written tryouts.Thoseof us who showed journahstic aptitude then learned our way about the office; knew w hat files to con- sult for a girl ' s record, and recognized the leading papers of United States cities. We covered campus beats and wrote about the girls in the districts for which we were re- porting. We were excited when our first news- paper stories came back from the clipping bureau all neatly tabulated. And sometimes our stories appeared on the Bulletin Board in the basement of Green. This was particularly true if we were correspondents for a Boston paper. We telephoned stories to City Editors, Miriam Meyer Student Chairman of the Press Board OrncERS Clcmewell Lay, Director of Publicity; Betsy Weston and Sarah C. Smith, Assistants; Mir- iam Meyer ' 39, Chairman of Press Board. Members of the Press Board guided photographers about the campus on Float Night and Tree Day, wrote reviews of art exhibits, teas and concerts. Striving al- ways to maintain professional standards, we covered all campus activities, sent Sunday stories to key cities, gave home towns a per- sonal account of what their girls were doing. We frowned down photographers who want- ed to feature Wellesley legs, and tried to keep ournames from appearing in advertisements. In furthering the ideals of Wellesley in print, we learned a great deal about reporting. Members Ruth Anderson ' 42, Elizabeth Burnquist ' 39, Janet Callahan ' 41, Frances Clausen ' 41, Olive Coolidge ' 41, Marilyn Evans ' 40, Eleanor Finger ' 40, Josephine Futtner ' 40, Patricia Hambright ' 40, Frances Harvey ' 39, Mary Hilliard ' 40, Amy Hodel ' 41, Ann Lincoln ' 41, Jane Lundquist ' 39, Eleanor Merrill ' 39, Har- riet Mills ' 41, Mary E. Parks ' 39, Jean Pinan- ski ' 42, Joan Pinanski ' 42, Rose Sarhanis ' 39, Barbara Snedeker ' 40, Ann Webb ' 40, Doro- thea White ' 39. [72] The Business Board of The Wellesley Re, R eview THE strides which the Wellesley Keview has made this year are described in the brief Preface which appeared in the new dusty pink issue, under the heading Review Puts Its Hair Up. Without the formality of a footnote we quote the Preface as being indica- tive of the spirit of the whole magazine. We hope you like us all freshly washed and ironed and feeling rather grown up and sophisticated and even dignified with the new stiffening at our back. And our cover has grown up from the football type and gone Atlantic Monthly- wards. It is the hope of the staff which brought about the change (after many conferences in Nippy ' s room, and hours of dis- cussion at the Printer ' s with regard to cover and page layouts) that the magazine will become an increasingly vital organ for the publication of Articles of real merit and stories and poetry by authors of real ability. The Editorial and Business Boards confess- ed, in the Preface quoted above, that they had outgrown a prep school love of publicity and no longer wanted their names emblazoned on the first page. Legenda has convinced them at last, however, that their public would like to know them. They are: Editorial Staff Norma Sharfman ' 39, Elizabeth Davis ' 39, Leonore Sacks ' 40, Dorothy Southmayd ' 40, Patricia Redman ' 40, Caroline Parfitt ' 40, Caroline Conklin ' 39, Alicia Gallagher ' 40, Elisabeth Green ' 41, Ann Remington ' 40, Nancy Chapin ' 40, Clara Cohen ' 41, Vera Schapiro ' 40, Elizabeth Bierer ' 40, Yvonne Jones ' 41, Harriett Lundgaard ' 40, Nancy Borden ' 41, Emily Pribble ' 41. Business Staff Lucille Young ' 39, Barbara Salisbury ' 39, Leona Marks ' 40, Betty Myers ' 41, Elizabeth Suavely ' 40, Sarah Peace ' 41, Eleanor Fisher ' 42, Ruth Bleasing ' 42, Carolyn Couch ' 40, Phyllis Pray ' 41, Mary Barrows ' 41. The Editorial Board of The Wellesley Keview [73] AWAY FROM THEIR HOBBES AND DESCARTES TO rhe crisp air of autumn the society houses opened their doors and in we went. We dressed carefully and went to sip tea and eat sandwiches in one of the little houses by the lake or over in Shakespeare. We could not, we knew, join more than one society, but it was hard to decide. . .all the houses were so cute and the girls so friendly. We envisioned belonging ourselves, or going as guests of our friends. We foresaw dropping in for a Coca Cola, or attending vespers there on Sunday nights. How pleasant, we thought ... a perfect excuse to be out and ' away from the Hobbes and Descartes. So some of us turned to T.Z.E. or Agora or Phi Sig. Others joined the society with the brown Elizabethan house that nestled by Tower Court Hill, or wandered into the classical atmosphere of A.K.X. Each of us was loyal to her own, once the Society rose had been pinned upon her shoulder. And those of us who didn ' t join loved them all, having a better selection of teas to attend than our friends who belonged! Zetd Alpha The green-shuttered, white- pillared home of the devotees of Modern Drama . . . Zeta Alpha Society House. ONE morning in November, 1876, Delia Lyman and May Strong were sum- moned to President Ada Howard ' s office to be charged with the serious business of forming a literary society, long desired but never achieved till that time. The by-laws and Con- stitution were promptly drawn up and the meetings began, held in a large room on the fifth floor of College Hall, which was shared by Phi Sigma, still a neighbor of ours. During the early years Mr. Durant lent much encouragement to the societies, bring- ing books from Boston, and giving honest and helpful criticism. In 1881 the societies were discontinued because of the pressure of academic work, but were resumed again in 1896. It was not until 1900, however, that the house which the present members of Z.A. fre- [74: quent with such pleasure, was completed. Now, within Its walls, the thirty-five mem- bers work and relax together, in the big old- fashioned kitchen where can be found an ample supply of food and Coca Cola, or in the blue and ivory living room with its friendly fireplace. There are held the Thursday after- noon teas and Sunday night Vesper Services and Suppers. There is work to do, too, how- ever, in the form of housekeeping, preparing Dougherty, Centred Coiiunittee Meniber; Leora A u 1 1 m a n , Head of Work . Members in Facultate Myrtilla Avery, Agnes Roche, Grace G. Crocker, Eliza M. Rogers, Virginia Onder- donk, Martha Hale Shackford, Dorothy M. Robathan. Honorary Member Sarah Emily Brown. meals, and Program Meetings, in which the society fulfills its literary function. This year Z.A. has studied drama in its various aspects; reading Thornton Wilder ' s Our Town one eve- ning in November, listening to December talks on modern dramatists by its members, in February discussing Modern Critics and Dra- matic Prize Awards, and triumphing, in May, with the production of a real melodrama, entitled Gold in the Hills, or The Dead Sister ' s Secret. Officers Aileen Davidson, President; Jean Fox, Vice President and Acting President first semester; ' c n Van Riper, Acting Vice President first semester; Alice Corcoran, Secretary; Dorothy Harris, Treasurer; Charlotte Nickell, Custodian; Mary Seniors Leora Aultman, Susan Barrett, Virginia Bell, Margaret Cahill, Katherine Canfield, Caroline Conklin, Alice Corcoran. Frances Cotting- ham, Aileen Davidson, Mary Dougherty, Jean Fox, Jane Gracy, Dorothy Harris, Joan Henry, Alice Jantzen, Betty Kolter, Virginia Kyger, Elizabeth Morgan, Charlotte Nickell, Anne Shepard, Katherine Sladen, Jean Van Riper, Dorothy Voss. Juniors Elinor Bancel, Carol Cosden, Margaret Hud- son, Janet Quinn, Gene McDonald, Peggy Schorer, Elizabeth Snavely, Mary Phil Tay- lor, Lynette True, Mary Eliza Turner, Eliza- beth Van Wie, Mary Walling. [75J Ik IE m f V ' ' bI ' ' Tdu Zetd Epsilon IN 1889 a group of serious-minded young Wellesley students banded together and formed the Art Chib, under the sponsorship of the History of Art Department. On May fif- teenth of that same year the members voted to change the group ' s official title from Club to Society, and the Art Society was born. Tau Zeta Epsilon came into existence in 1894, when the Academic Council gave its approval to the change in name, and offered to the new society a room in the Art Building for the exclusive use of its members. T.Z.E. ' s first house, completed in the year 1900, was in the meadow near the arched drive from the parking space to Pendleton Hall. In this year, too, were introduced the customs — still followed today — of presenting living pictures from the school of art which the society had chosen to study, and conclud- ing the year ' s activities with a reception open to the general public of Wellesley College. The house which T.Z.E. now occupies was opened on April 24, 1929. The members have just reason to be proud of it; its Norman lines, terrace, and homey, beam-ceilinged living room, complete with those two accessories indispensable to comfort, a fireplace and a broad window seat, are the envy of the col- lege. T.Z.E. also has first access to Tupelo Point by virtue of its lakeside location, which has been a further cause of many a green-eyed glance from members of other societies whose houses are located in less favorable sites. On bitter winter days the Tizzie mem- bers can sit curled upon the expansive window seat in the living room and watch the skaters fly over Lake Waban ' s gleaming silvered sur- face; and when the first crocuses in the Botany gardens foreshadow the coming of spring, they can spend delicious hours wandering down Tupelo path, or sunning themselves in a Spoonholdcr. Sunday evening Vespers at Tizzie are a college legend — the splendid music which is provided by its members and the mood of comradeship instantlyestablished by its roaring living room fire have proven to be an unsurpassable combination. The interests of the society have undergone expansion along with the dimensions of its membership list, for at present T.Z.E. ' s mem- bers deal not merely with the art of a certain period (as did the original Tau Zeta Epsilon group), but also with the musicians of that time. [76] This year the chief interest of T.Z.E. has been focused upon the French art and music of the nineteenth and twentieth centuries. At the meetings David, Ingres, Corot, Courbet, Manet, Degas, Renoir, Cezanne, Gauguin, Van Gogh, Matisse, and Picasse have been discussed with an eye to their main aims, de- velopments, achievements, and influences. Simultaneously, T.Z.E. members have given thought to the tendencies in music which re- flect the trend of the moderns in art. At each of the four program meetings T.Z.E. has held throughout the year, there have been living pictures and musical selec- tions. The models for the pictures were care- fully chosen, and their costumes were as ac- curate reproductions of the original paintings as time and finance would permit. That music was selected which would best relate to the tendencies of the artistic school in question. The open house reception on April four- teenth and fifteenth culminated T.Z.E. ' s studies in art and music during the year. For the edification of both friends and members. Officers Dorothy Stout, President; Cynthia Kilburn, Vice President; Ruth Osterman, Treasurer; Virginia ColviUe, Secretary; Marion Thomson, Head of Work; Joan McKee, Housekeeper; Vir- ginia Plumb, Head of Music; Mary Randall, Central Committee Member. Members in Facultate Mrs. Mabel E. Hodder, Mr. Howard Hinners, Miss Hetty Wheeler, Mrs. Laura Loomis, Miss Alice . P. Wood, Mr. Edward Greene, Miss Agnes A. Abbott, Miss Helen Davis, Mr. W. Alexander Campbell, Mrs. Laurine Bongi- orno. Miss Sirapie Der Nersessian. Honorary Members Miss Alice Brown, Miss Margaret Jackson, Mr. and Mrs. H. C. Macdougall. Seniors Margaret Anderson, E. Byrd Boorse, Dorcas Cameron, Virginia Coville, Phyllis Finkle- stein, Mary Elizabeth Glines, Margaret Hor- ton, Nancy Jackson, Marjorie Jaminet, Cyn- thia Kilburn, Joan McKee, Ruth Osterman, And this is the house on Tupelo Point dedicated to Music and Art . . . Tau Zeta Epsilon Society House. the best of the living pictures given since September were repeated in alternation with the best of the music played during the year; and the final correlation of the two was ac- complished. Members and guests watched the result of a year ' s work and effort and told each other that the leaders in the society had directed all the activities very efficiently, and pointed to them with piride m what they had done together. Virginia Plumb, Mary Randall, Dorothy Stout, Mary Thompson, Marion Thomson, Anna Tiebout, Virginia Turtle, Nancy Waite, Virginia White, Betty Wunderle, Margaret Wyckoff. Juniors Hope Barnfield, Betty Bierer, Carolyn Couch, Virginia Donk, Jean Kelley, Lynn Lochridge, Helen Nerney, Jeanne Nutter, Elizabeth Ram- sey, Jane Shugg, Dorothv Southmayd. [77] Shakespeare THE Shakespeare Society was founded April 18, 1877, with a membership of twelve; and its first literary meeting was held one month later. The work of the society grew and prospered from the beginning. Con- nection was made with the London Society, then three years old, and records were re- ceived early enough to be read in that society present Shakespeare House was laid. Through- out this period of wandering the society con- tinued with undiminished strength. It was the privilege of the Shakespeare Society from 1880 to 1888, between the dissolution of Zeta Alpha and Phi Sigma, to stand as the sole representative of the society spirit of co- operation in high ideals and service to the The Tudor house under the hill where Anne Hathaway might have lived : devoted to Shakespearean Drama . . . Shakespeare Society House. and the ' ellcsley Shakespeare society at the same time. Mr. Durant was made an honorary member as were several members of the fac- ulty, who entered enthusiastically into the literary work. Dr. Hudson ' s name appears more than once on their records, and letters were often received from so eminent a Shake- spearean scholar as Mr. Furnival. The aim of the society as given in the constitution was a high one — the study of the greatest artist in the world as a means to intellectual develop- ment. The early society had all the vitality that comes to a high purpose resolutely fol- lowed. From the founding of the society until 1880, the meetings were held in Society Hall. At that time Society Hall was taken over by the college for its own use and the Shakespeare Society had no permanent place of meeting until 1893 when it was given a home in the Art Building. In 1892 the society began work- ing for a home of its own. Its efforts were realized in 1898 when the cornerstone of the college. After College Hall burned down , Shakespeare House was used for administra- tive offices; the World War saw it turned over for making medical supplies. When one opens the door, one seems to be in Tudor England. The great living room is panelled in oak and centers around the fire- place. Mullioned windows curtained in red complete the impression. Aside from a kitchen, more modern than any Anne Hatha- way ever knew, the little society house might well be a dwelling into which Shakespeare walked for an afternoon ' s visit. Shakespeare presents its plays on a stage on the second floor. All characters are represented in Elizabethan costumes, those of Shakes- peare ' s time, instead of in costumes appropri- ate to the period of the play. The minimum of scenery is used; signs indicate settings, leaving the details to the imagination of the audience. The collection of frilled collars, full-length hose, and sweeping velvet robes grows each year; this year an addition to the [78] costume supply constituted a birthday gift to Shakespeare Society. The first dramatics in costume were pre- sented by Shakespeare Society in 1886. A yearly play was given from 1887 to 1912. From 1912 until 1920 a play was given every alternate year, thus giving the society a span of two years to work on their project. This plan was abandoned in 1920 and Shakespeare has since then presented to the college yearly a Shakespearean play which is the result of a year ' s growth in literary research and dra- matic activity. Last year Shakespeare pre- sented to the college The Comedy of Errors, and lyn N. Britton, Louise S. MacDowell, Sophie C. Hart, Grace L. Perry, Amy Kelly, Mar- garet Sherwood, Edith Mallory, Evelyn K. Wells, Helen L. Mansfield, Mabel M. Young. Honorary Members Mary B. Brainerd, Harold King, Constance M. King, Julia Marlowe Sothern, Edith Wynne Matheson Kennedy. Seniors Marjorie Lou Ashcroft, Constance Brown, Marion Colwell, Camilla Davis, Carol Doty, Ruth Giles, Cornelia Harrison, Ruth Harri- this year all their literary and dramatic energy has been devoted to Shakespeare ' s romantic comedy, Ttvelfth Night. Officers Marian Colwell, President; Ruth Giles, Vice President and Acting President first semester; Lucille Mernfield, Acting Vice President first semester; Cora Harrison, Treasurer; Camilla Davis, Secretary; Margaret Hayes, House- keeper; Lo uise Stewart, Central Committee Mem- ber; Barbara Schofield, Chef. Members in Facultate Henrietta Alexander, Barbara Maynard, Caro- son, Margaret Hayes, Marjorie Kellogg, Catherine Kelly, Ellen Libby, Barbara Mellor, Lucille Merrifield, Jane Mitchell, Martha Parkhurst, Nancy Reynolds, Barbara Scho- field, Louise Stewart, Margaret Walker, Ann Wemple, Marjorie Willitts. Juniors Elizabeth Blakeney, Helen Bryson, Jean Cumming, Virginia Grier, Harriet Hull, Bar- bara Hutton, Marjorie Jones, Marjorie Nop- pel, Carol Parfitt, Margaret Sands, Jane Strahan, Margaret Van Wagenen, Beatrice Wakefield. [79] Phi Si ema PHI SIGMA was organized in 1876, along with Zeta Alpha, by Mr. Durant in the second year of the college, to fulfill the need that was felt for a smaller student group with- in the college that would be united by a com- mon interest. Members were at first elected by the rush system, on the merits of outstand- ing literary ability. Miss Katherine Lee Bates was a charter member brought in in this way after a headlong dash to reach her door ahead of the Z. A. representative. During these first years the society held its meetings on alter- nate Saturday nights in a room in old College Hall. Phi Sigma was disbanded in 1881 along with the other societies on the ground that they drew too much time and energy from regular academic work. then co-educational and, in 1897, the first annual convention of the two chapters was held at Wellesley. This chapter was soon dropped, however, according to the record, because of lack of capable material, but during its existence was most devoted. An alumnae chapter of this Wesleyan group still exists. The facilities for meetings proved so un- satisfactory that by 1892 the society began to discuss the possibility of a house of its own, preferably situated on Norumbega Hill, with the present site on Tupelo road as second choice. This dream materialized in 1899, when plans submitted by Mrs. C. K. Cummings were accepted. On February 3, 1900, the present society house was formally opened by In 1889, when Miss Shafer was president of Wellesley, and at the instigation of the fac- ulty who were members of the societies. Phi Sigma and Zeta Alpha were re-established. The year 1893 saw the founding of a Beta Chapter of Phi Sigma at Wesleyan which was a housewarming. The guests coming from the cold of a February night were cheered by a fire blazing on the hearth. The warm glow reflected on the ice-blue walls which were sprinkled with what looked almost like stars in the sky outside. [80] Today girls dropping in from an afternoon of skating on the lake, or rushing down for half an hour ' s relaxation between classes, find the same cozy and cheerful atmosphere. Or, if it is springtime, they may open the door and go out onto the terrace to sink lux- uriously in the modernistic metal and leather chairs, or swing back and forth in the stream- lined gilder. Provided with a book or a maga- Phi Sigma for many years studied the folk- lore of foreign lands, but in recent years has changed to the study of modern poetry. Officers Margaret Clayton, President; Frances Postel, Vice President; Eleanor Campbell, Secretary; Ann Rieb, Treasurer; Christine Hunter, Central Committee Member, Head of Production; Mary Cozy Bungalow on Society row- where go those who love Modern Poetrv . . . Phi Sigma Society House. zine and some candy from the society larder, they will be tempted to while away more hours than they had perhaps intended. Phi Sigma has always enjoyed open meet- ings with non-member guests and at one time joint meetings with the other societies. An operetta was once given with Zeta Alpha. A joint vaudeville with Agora was a tradi- tional event, and two dances were given with Shakespeare. An annual Christmas Masque was given until a few years ago when it was deemed wise to simplify somewhat the busy social schedule of the college. Two famous events in the history of Phi Sigma were the visits of Joseph Jefferson in the year 1899- 1900, and that of William Butler Yeats, who were brought to the college as guests of the society. After the burning of College Hall in 1914, Phi Sigma, as well as the other society houses, was used for class rooms. During the World War, the society as a group turned to war work with the house as a center for its activi- ties. McLaughlin, Head of Work; Marjone Pease, Housekeeper. Members in Facultate Josephine Batchelder, Clara de Morinni, Kathleen Elliott, Katherine Paton, Elizabeth Manwaring, Marguerite Raymond. Honorary Members Vida Scudder, Albert B. Hart, Mr. and Mrs. Galen L. Stone. Seniors Eleanor Campbell, Margaret Clayton, Eliza- beth Davis, Virginia Doulberry, Eleanor Ferrin, Katherine Hack, Elizabeth Hancock, Patricia Harvey, Christine Hunter, Lucy Katt, Margaret Kenway, Elizabeth Kruskal, Mary Martin, Mary McLaughlin, Marjorie Pease, Isabel Perry, Frances Postel, Ann Rieb, Louise Sargeant, Nancy Sargent, Lucetta Sharp, Miriam Wise. Juniors Ann Bishop, Andrea Brown, Katherine Buchanan, Nancy Crane, Eleanor Finger, Shirley Heidenberg, Jean Katt, Muriel Terry. [81] Alpha Kappa Chi THE idea of a classical society in W ' ellesley College was first discussed on March 11, 1892, and Alpha Kappa Chi Society was founded officially on May 14, 1892, with thirteen charter members of the classes of 1892, 1893, and 1894. The purpose of the so- ciety is to advance the interest in classical study in Wellesley College. The first meetings were held in College Hall. The first house occupied by the society was built on a hill next to Dower House and first used in the year 1903-1904. In 1924 the present house belonging to the society, be- hind the library, was completed, and Alpha Kappa Chi gave its former house over to the use of the Psychology department. This house was torn down in 1935-1936. The Alpha Kappa Chi Society House of today is in simple classical style, with two pillared porches. The white walls are over- grown with vines, and the sheltered spot be- hind the library makes a cool, inviting loca- tion in which to realize, as did the ancient Greeks, the beauties of nature. The ancient the Roman world spread its culture through conquest, so our present civilization is a re- sult of classic influences. The activities of the Society have been de- voted to the study of the classics. At the pro- gram meetings, various members of the socie- ty report upon some topic of interest con- nected with the classical period, and especial- ly upon subjects related to the program planned for the annual semi-open meetings. At these meetings it is the custom of the society to present a Greek or Latin play which has been studied throughout the year. In the past it was possible to give these plays out-of-doors in their original form. At present however, this has been found to be imprac- ticable, and instead, good translations of classical dramas are used. Among the plays which the society has presented are Euri- pides ' Iphigenta m Aulis and Alcestis, and Sophocles ' Ehctra, which Alpha Kappa Chi performed in English for its semi-open meet- ing this year, under the direction of Bernice Libman ' 36, who played the original Electra The classically cool and simple Greek house; inviting lovers of Euripides and Sophocles to enter . . . Alpha Kappa Chi Society House. philosphers — Plato, Aristotle, Socrates; the dramatists of Greece — Sophocles, Euripides, Aristophanes; the scientists Pythagoras and Ptolemy — these classic giants in an early civilization well justify the study of their work. As Greek colonists laid the founda- tions for the powerful Roman civilization, as in the dedication of the Greek amphitheatre. The play deals with the revenge of Orestis, Electra ' s brother, on his mother Clytaem- nesrra and her lover Aegisthos, who murdered Orestis ' father. The use of the chorus in the presentation of Greek plays aids in interpre- tation of the dramatic action. [82 Outstanding alumnae members of Alpha Kappa Chi are numerous. Listed in Who ' s Who is Bernice Kenyon ' 20, who was on the editorial staff of Scribner s Magazine from 1920 to 1924, Book Editor with Charles Scribner ' s Sons from 1925 to 1927, and, after an interlude of foreign travel, has done poetry reviewing for the Philadelphia Inquinr since 1929. Win- ner of the Maseheld Prize while at Wellesley, Miss Kenyon is an honorary member of the N. C. Poetry Society, and contributes to well- known magazines, such as Scnbner ' s and the Atlantic Monthly. Mary D. Fraser ' 23, is also an author by profession, specializing in edi- torials, verse, and translations. Helen Sant- myer ' 18, a novelist, also turns her hand to magazine articles and short stories. Officers Janet Waters, President; Elizabeth Avers, Vice President; Barbara Hale, Secretary; Jean I. Paradis, Treasurer; Elise Manson, Custodian; Janet Matter, Central Committee Member; Mari- anne Robins on, Chej; Betty Hendnckson, first Factotum; Anne Hendricks, Second Facto- tum. Members in Facultate Mary L. Austin, Katharine Balderston, Muriel S. Curtis, Dorothy W. Dennis, Caro- line R. Fletcher, Joseph Haroutunian, Helen H. Law, Barbara McCarthy, Antoinette Met- calf, A. Bertha Miller, Agnes F. Perkins, Florence A. Risley, Helen J. Sleeper. Honorary Members Margaret Anglin Baker, Mrs. Stella Balder- ston, Lillian L. Buller, Mrs. C. G. Hamilton. Seniors Mary Elizabeth Avers, Jean C. Avery, Dorothea L. Baker, Ethel M. Baron, Jane G. Dawes, Barbara Hale, Ruth E. Harvey, Em- meline T. Manganiello, Elise Manson, Janet Matter, Jean I. Paradis, Marjorie A. Parmen- ter, Mary Frances Pearson, Marianne G. Rob- inson, Janet Waters, Helen C. Whittemore, Jeanne M. W sor. Juniors Mary F. Butler, R. Nancy Congleton, Anne Hendricks, Betty C. Hendrickson, June Ma- son, Ann P. Wheeler. [83] Ago ra IN 1892 a small group of Wellesley Freshmen Acropolis, the men of Athens gathered to who were interested in the political and exchange their goods and to discuss the civic social problems of their day formed what was questions of the day. known as the Cottage Street Political Club. Through their meetings and discussions a definite need of the undergraduates was satis- fied . . . and so the group survived and grew until it took its place among the college so- cities and became the Agora we know today. The meetings were, at first, held in an al- cove on old College Hall until, in 1901, our The Agora uses as her motto the great motto of our college . . . Non ministrari sed ministrare because we who are privileged to meet here hope that we may individually, and as a group, be of real service to each other, to Wellesley, and to our Country. Agora has its social side, too. Around the fireplace its members are happy to gather on own House by the Lake was built. In spite of Thursday to drink tea and eat sandwiches and the additional opportunities for social activi- chat about the events of the week. Sunday ties, the original aim of the society remained evening finds the society as a group again. unchanged . . . the desire to guide and train its members into fuller and richer citizenship. The work of the society is carried on by studying some chosen problem of current interest, of either social or political signifi- cance. This year we centered our attention on the three dictators: Hitler, Mussolini and Stalin. The name Agora was selected for our So- ciety because the Agora of Athens offered to the Ancient Greeks just what this society wishes to offer to its members. There, in an open square or market place just below the this time for its Vesper service, led by the President. We enjoy the informal bufl et sup- pers which are served by certain of its mem- bers after Vespers, and are seldom willing to leave the fire to go out across campus to our houses and our books. So, as IS the case with all of the societies, Agora tries to make its house a place where the society members may find stimulation and relaxation; where they may come for pleasure, where they may bring their friends or may entertain. Where, also, they may discuss topics which are of interest for the most part, [84] not only to them, but to the world as a whole. Agora IS an ex cellent medium through which girls may widen their viewpoints and their friendships. Agora is proud of her house, the corner- stone of which was laid in June, 1901, and nineteen years later was doubly prized be- cause we had come so near to losing it. In November, 1920, Agora was damaged by hre which resulted in considerable loss. But May, 1921, saw it redecorated and the scene of a housewarming, its possessions once more collected and secure. The house as it stands today, many years after the fire, is inviting. To reach it, one goes down a path by the side of the lake and comes face to face with the stucco building. Pillars lend dignity to the facade, and the eye, fol- Members in Facultate Alice Armstrong, Julia S. Orvis, Mary L. Coolidge, Alice M. Ottley, Mary C. Ewing, M. Eleanor Prentiss, Mary L. Finch, Helen S. French, Mrs. Thomas Proctor, Mr. Thom- as Proctor, Edna F. Heidbreder, Mari on D. Russell, Celia H. Hersey, Seal Thompson, Frances L. Knapp, Barbara G. Trask, Mary J. Lanier, Alice V. Waite, Ruth H. Lindsay, Lilla Weed, Marion C. Loizeaux, Judith B. Williams. Honorary Members Mr. and Mrs. Phillips Bradley, Edwin A. Cottrell, Mr. and Mrs. E. F. Greene, General John Pershing. Graduate Students Marjorie Vight, Marjory Morgan. lowing them upwards, comes to rest on the Greek letters over the doorway which pro- claim that one has, indeed, found Agora. A treasure of which we are very proud is General Pershing ' s flag, which he presented to Agora after the war. General Pershing also gave us a handsome clock in memory of his wife, who was a member of Agora. Miss Marian Bosworth presented us with a helmet of Athena of which we are equally proud. Officers Jean Stetson, Vresidmt; Emily White, Vice President; Marie Kraemer, Purveyor; Sylvia Spense, Housekeeper; Catherine RofF, Treasurer; Elizabeth Dodson, Secretary; Adrienne Thorn, Central Committee Member. Down a wooded path to the house where one may discuss the civic questions of the day as one looks out o ■e the lake . . . Agora Society House. Seniors Elizabeth Barrett, Elizabeth Burnquist, Ruth Coleman, Louise Crane, Elizabeth Dennett, Elizabeth Dodson, Margarita Gomez, Vir- ginia Jabara, Marie Kraemer, Joan Kuehne, Jane Oleson, Helen Poor, Catherine RofF, Barbara Salisbury, Norma Slee, Sylvia Spence, Jean Stetson, Adrienne Thorn, Mary Tunison, Emily White, Gertrude Whittemore, Elinor Young. Juniors Margaret Bell, Marion Fritz, Dorothy Hast- ings, Helen Hibbs, Virginia Merrills, Ruth Nehring, Mary Newton, Constance St. Onge, Alice Sanderson, Jean Simson, Cynthia Steitz, Phoebe Storrs, Edna Vogt. [85: WE came down with our first colds of the college year, bought supplies of Kleenex and fruit juice, went to the Infirm- ary to be painted, drank soda water, and got the first blue slips of the season. Early in October we had a class meeting about Junior Show. Pussy Parkhurst, general chairman, sketched the story on which the script-writers had been working over the summer, and Wyck brought down the house with a preview of Just Beyond My Finger- tips. Tryouts began that week. THE results of our class elections as Juniors maintained our high standards. Chris Hunter was our President. The others in- cluded Taddie Davidson, Adie Thorn, Pussy Parkhurst, Marion Thomson, Ellen Libby, Weesie Bennett, Helen Poor, Peg WyckofF, Midge Willits, and Nancy Sargent. As they gathered on the steps of the sophomore tran- sept to have their pictures taken they were a good-looking group, all in sports reefers, with corsages and broad grins. On October 16, the first anniversary of Miss McAfee ' s inauguration, we turned out in large numbers for chapel, to show her she had become an indispensable and ever-exciting part of our college lives. The leaves began to turn once more, their vivid yellow coloring making the trunks seem black by contrast. We missed our days of required gym, and sought other outlets for our excess energy in violent games of tennis or in exhilarating walks around the lake. On Hazing Day we discovered several new features of freshman torture. The class of ' 40 was certainly up-and-coming! What we had done to them seemed unimaginative in com- parison. We remembered with a sigh the good old days when real rivalry had existed be- tween ' 38 and ' 39. We wondered what had become of the tug-of-war to which they had once challenged us, across Longfellow Pond. We didn ' t ask many of the freshmen to sing. In the first place they were our little sister class, and besides, it made us feel a bit ashamed to be picking on anyone so young and defenseless when we were old enough to know better. From time to time it was brought sharply home to us that our life at Wellesley was not a thing to be taken for granted. Newspapers bristled with accounts of war and suffering abroad. It seemed unthinkable that young Spaniards should be fighting and dying for their ideals while we lived a tranquil life with books and friendships on a campus where there was not so much as a single un- sightly spot. We looked with newly-appreci- ative eyes at Christmas Tree Alley, and at the Tower against the sky; we found fresh pleas- ure in W ' ellesley ' s woods and waters. We realized sharply how much it should mean to us to think and speak as we wished. In our college library we could come in contact with great minds, unhampered by social or political doctrines. Our courses began to fit together. We saw life whole, and as we began to clarify our ideals and fit them into the pattern of our lives we realized what it meant to become adults. We tried not to be carried away with youthful enthusiasm and desire for reform, and tempered our resolutions with sober criticism of existing institutions, realizing always that many others before us had plan- ned to change the world, and had run up against a problem far too big for them or had settled into a placid contentment in which they were too lazy to challenge injustice and corruption. We strove to keep before us those who had met with success. Great stir now became evident in Alumnae, where Junior Show was nearing production. Mitch grew hoarse trying to make refined young ladies talk like taxi drivers. The chorus girls practiced their dance routines with the hoops. Girls who could barely carry a tune mingled with despairing singers. The cast returned home at night exhausted, and shook their heads gloomily when asked how it was going. They could never, they said, do a good enough job with only three big rehearsals. But we were confident. ON the day before Junior Show we wore large sandwich boards advertising the great event, and Jinny Kyger paraded back and forth in front of chapel wearing one of the more amazing costumes. On November 5th itself, the entire Junior class turned out in softly clashing shades of yellow. The air was generally tense and expectant. At night Alum was thronged. Mary Walling President of the Class of 1940 Our amateur orchestra struck up the over- ture, and Joy Northrup threatened to bring down the house when she slapped her bass and twirled it. The curtain rose on a breath- taking spectacle: a bevy of college maidens decked out in pink and blue Doctor Dentons. They pranced about the stage calling atten- tion to themselves as typical Wellesley girls. The chorus girls appeared on the scene, with determination to enliven college life. A bitter interlude around the mail boxes followed, with Cynnie Kilburn impersonating a maid behind True Story Magazine. At the A.S.U. meeting appeared our handsome hero, Chris Hunter, who left noble Tudie Barrett for a chorus girl. Tudie sang the never-to-be-for- gotten Just Beyond My Fingertips, and left the stage a sadder but wiser girl. Much mirth ensued when the Broadway babies took her in hand, and taught her how to get her man. Affairs reached a pitch of emotional in- tensity during the taxi-drivers ' strike; Mary Dougherty made us cringe in our seats before her violent wrath. When the curta in fell on the grand finale we rose to our feet and clapped wildly. Never had we seen a more stunning performance. The English language did not contain super- latives enough to describe it. The entire cast lined up beaming and bowing, and we cheered for Pussy and Mitch. We clutched our bright yellow programs to our hearts, and wished that we had it all to do over again. Our one-day breathing spell at Thanksgiv- ing arrived. Those of us who had occasion to use trains became properly bitter at the prep school students who lined the aisles, bumped about with their heavy suitcases, wore col- legiate type hats, chewed gum, and made vociferous plans for a nice long week-end in New York. We maliciously anticipated the days when they, as college students, would be reduced to a single holiday. December involved the usual rush of activ- ity. Among the highlights was Barn ' s produc- tion of Finished. We were more than a little surprised at its utter frankness, and even as we wondered whether there would be raised eyebrows, we chuckled delightedly at things we had never seen before on a Welles- ley stage. We came back from Christmas to sleep on beds whose hardness surpassed all memory. The first dark breakfast saw us grumbling and quarreling; the only conversation we made concerned who had eaten breakfast the latest during vacation. In January came the Ice Carnival, with a tense moment when the ice began to give be- neath the weight of the spectators. We moved precipitously back towards the warmly glow- [ ing fire, and watched the water spread in a thin pool over the place where we had been standing. On Saturday nights some of us gathered to lie around and listen to Toscanini on the radio. One night he played Perpetual Move- ment with twenty violins on the solo. Some- times, listening to the music, we thought we had found the meaning of life, but when we tried to put it into words it slipped awav. love to skate with you . . . There was strange weather that January. One day there were silver trees, and the oak leaves were appliqued. On the next, the wind drove the rain in gusts until the entire mea- dow path disappeared in a flood. The North- ern Lights flashed steely-cold. They shot up- wards in electric blue, and sprinkled mysteri- ous red and green fire across the sky. Exams were an old story to us by now. As comic relief the Faculty put on their Faculty- Informals, and the student body turned out en masse to scream at the thin green arm, and to howl over Mr. Procter ' s telephone call. Our most lasting impression will always be Miss McAfee discussing her marital bliss with Mr. Jenks, and Mr. Greene ' s impossible blonde wig. The curtain fell for the last time on Mr. Haroutunian grinning over a large corsage of carrots, and on Mr. Holmes, won- dering who sent him the cabbage. In the early spring we worried about the Anschluss, went to hear our own Opera, peered through the windows at romantic Senior Prom and wished that we might stay out late enough to see Connie Carter ' s solo dance. The sight of the young men in tails made us decide to settle our fates for our own Prom as soon as a decent opportunity pre- sented Itself. We went on rigid diets in order to mould ourselves into the sort of creatures who decorated the pages of Vogt e. We thumbed through fashion magazines, and window-shopped in Wellesley and Boston for THE dress. On Honors Day we thrilled again to the fascination of an academic procession. We enjoyed filling the seats of the Junior section and watching the Seniors sidle into the rows ahead of us. We studied the various tilts of their caps, and wondered how we ' d wear ours when the time came. ' e were thankful that we sang familiar hymns because there w eren ' t enough books to go around. It was fun to be able to sing and look at everybody at the same time. The brilliant blue windows seemed to issue a challenge to us as we heard the lists of honors read. We smiled to see the arch enemies, Procter and Haroutunian, march out together with enormous grins on their faces. Where, oh where? [89] THE GENTLEMEN ARE OUT OF PLACE . . . IN the Spring we went to the Indoor Sports Demonstration, delighting, at last, in an opportunity to watch. But the Juniors and Seniors were there as leaders of the various groups. Heads of Sports Antoinette H. Meyer ' 40, Archery; Mary-Eliza Turner ' 40, Badminton; Carolyn E. W ' ysor ' 40, Baseball; Elizabeth Boardman ' 40, Outdoor Basketball; Cynthia S. Kilburn ' 39, Crew; Rhea Ornstein ' 40, Dancing; Carolyn P. Elley ' 40, Fencing; Phebc D. Gould ' 40, Golf; Helen B. Park ' 39, Hockey; Frances O. Cottingham ' 39, Indoor Baskeeball; Marion E. Fritz ' 40, Indoor Activities; Barbara Kinyon ' 39, Riding; Ruth Harwood ' 40, Lacrosse; Frances W. Roberg ' 39, Tennis; Marian Stearns ' 40, Volleyball. Heads of sports have in their hands the administration and successful termination of the activities of which they have charge. Each Head, according to the Constitution of the Wellesley College Athletic Association, has general supervision of the sport members as regards health, attendance, costume, train- ing, skill, and attitude. She is to assist the Coach of her sport, at the beginning of the season, in the general sports meeting and help her with the assignments and schedule of appointments for required and voluntary stu- dents. She is also to arrange with the Coach the minimum number of appointments neces- sary to make voluntary participants eligible for team membership. This should be posted on the sports board within a week after the beginning of the season. The Head selects, with the Coach, all teams and posts the lists of the members selected. She appoints the Captain of the Freshman Squad, whose ap- pointment is confirmed by the first freshman team as soon as it is chosen, or otherwise another election is held. The Head of a sport announces the suggested training rules to be followed. These training rules are not only aids in producing the stamina necessary for a high standard of achievement, but also part of that physical education which results in balanced living. The Head of a sport transacts all business connected with her sport herself or through her class captains. She leaves in the Athletic Association office for the Custodian, at least one week before formal competition, lists of teams, W ' s, honorary varsity; in indoor work the three best in each activity, and nominees for new heads of sport to be checked for probation. She records in the sports record book the skill, as decided in conference with the Coach, on a numerical basis, taking 95% as the maximum of achievement. She submits in writing to the Hygiene Recorder of the Department of Hygiene and Physical Educa- tion (1) alphabetical lists by class, giving the student ' s first name (not initial), of all stu- dents taking voluntary activities either as a major or a minor; (2) lists, not later than one week after the final competition, of the squads and teams, with notation beside the students ' names as to W ' s or varsity; (3) a general report giving the number who signed [90] up in each sport and the number who came out, the general program, resuks of competi- tions, comments, suggestions regarding man- agement or equipment, and, finally the name of the new Head of Sport, whose election she has conducted. DANCING Rhea Ornstein ' 40 Mead Wellesley College Dance Group; Mary Coe ' 41, Camilla Davis ' 39, Jennie Dyke ' 39, Rhea Ornstein ' 40, Martha Parkhurst ' 39, Constance St. Onge ' 40, Beatrice Wakefield ' 40, Margaret WyckofF ' 39. Apprentice Dance Group: Judith Alexander ' 40, Florence Brooks ' 40, Elizabeth Deems ' 41, Dorothy Doerres ' 39, Joan Field ' 40, Vir- ginia Grier ' 40, Joan Guiterman ' 42, Rebecca Jackson ' 40, Martha Kahle ' 39, Helaine Kap- lan ' 41, Jean Katt ' 40, Barbara Kroegcr ' 40, Natalie Maiden ' 40, Emily Pribble ' 41, Cath- erine Sladen ' 39, Lorraine Stanley ' 41, Nancy Stearns ' 41, Victoria Summers ' 39, Mary Van Hagen ' 40. At Wellesley, modern dancing, involving work in both technique and composition, is offered throughout the year as either a re- quired or a voluntary sport. Each season work is shown in a demonstration of some sort. The fall demonstration this year included a tech- nique sequence, original compositions, and some of the dances performed in past pro- grams . Winter dancing is di- vided into elementary, intermediate, and ad- vanced groups. The spring gym demonstra- tion presented in March offers a summary of the work of the elemen- tary and intermediate groups. The work of the advanced dancing students and, in many cases, of several of the elementary and inter- Heads of Sports mediate ones as well, is shown in a dance pro- gram presented in conjunction with the Theatre Workshop. For the past three years this combination of arts has successfully produced in a truly artis- tic manner Don Juan, King Argimenes, and, this year, Tide of the Years and Fighting the Waves, both of which were designed to fit into the spirit of the dedication activities of the new recreation building. After spring vacation, dancing is taught in the outdoor Greek Theatre. The two honorary dance groups, the Wel- lesley College Dance Group and the Appren- tice Dance Group, play a vital role in many college activities. They appear in the fall dance demonstration, putting the watching intermediates and elementaries to shame by virtue of their superior talents; they add to the festive spirit of the Christmas Bazaar by presenting an appropriate program for the amusement of the shoppers and spectators; they carry off the leading roles in their joint productions with Theatre Workshop with admirable grace. Their largest project, how- ever, IS the management of the Tree Day dances. Members of the Wellesley College Group compose all of the solos themselves, and each star performer has in addition the task of training a group dance. The fact that Tree Day is one of Wellesley ' s best loved tra- ditions is a significant tribute to their skill and patience. FENCING Carolyn Elley ' 40 . Head Honors Advanced Fencing : Carolyn Elley ' 40, Helen Park ' 39, Blanche De Puy ' 42. Beginners ' Fencing: Jane Fay ' 42, Joan Little ' 41, Nancy Stearns ' 41. High point of the season for the advanced fencers was an evening of fencing with five members of the Dana Hall enthusiasts in this sport. The fencing demonstration at the end of the teenth century, with the advent of the rapier. It has been defined as the philosophy of gym- nastics. Since the days of armor, up to the eighteenth century, protection for the face or other parts of the body in a fencing bout was unknown, and all the great fencing-masters of the rapier recommended enormous buttons, which, affixed to the point of the weapon, afforded a measure of protection to an oppon- ent. The first mask introduced was of solid metal, in which openings were made for the eyes, and thus left exposed the very parts that most needed protection. The foil used Members of the dancing class winter season, culminating this year ' s work, was part of the demonstration of indoor activ- ities held during the week of the dedication of the George Howe Davenport Swimming Pool and recreation building. Following the Grand Salute, as performed by two graduate hygiene students in old fashioned costumes and long moustaches, members of the fencing classes showed the main points of an ele- mentary lesson in the sport. Helen Park ' 39 and Blanche De Puy ' 42 performed a three- point bout, won by Helen Park. Fencing as a sport goes back to the six- now is made of yielding steel, with a leather- covered or rubber button fixed to its point. The temper of the foil should always be as- certained before commencing practice, by placing the point on the ground, and pressing downward, until the blade assumes a con- siderable arc of a circle, after which it should be allowed to spring back by suddenly releas- ing the point. A wire mask protects the face; a leather breastplate, to cover the entire right side and hang a little distance over the lower part of the body, and a leather stitched collar buttoned at the neck protect the body. [92] Fencers Wellesley Blazers Carolyn Elley ' 40, Helen Park ' 39, Marva Petersen ' 40. To be the recipient of a gym blazer is no mean achievement at Wellesley College, where standards are as high in the athletic field as in the academic. The Constitution of the Athletic Association stipulates the re- quirements for this honor as follows: The Wellesley Blazer will be awarded to a few Seniors and exceptional Juniors who are con- sidered by the Blazer Committee to have met adequately the following conditions: sports- manlike conduct in all College activities; con- tribution to the Athletic Association other than merely playing on teams, which includes maintaining and spreading interest in the Association, and serving on committees; regu- lar participation in organized athletic activi- ties; and outstanding proficiency and versa- tility in athletics. Helen Park, a Senior, and Carolyn Elley and Marva Peterson, Juniors, are indispen- sable members of our college community; for their unflagging interest and ability in things athletic and their infallible sportsmanship we salute them! Bliizer Winners CLUBS AdaS. Eynon ' 39. Ann Winship ' 40 Vivian V. Delaney ' 40 Sherley R. Heidenberg ' 40 Miss Ruth E. Clark Bernice M. Levine ' 39 Lydia I. Solimene ' 40 Josephine I. Bonomo ' 41 . Margaret N. Lodi ' 40 Signora Pierina Castighone Constance K. Brown ' 39 Ann P. Wheeler ' 40 R. Nancy Congelton ' 40 Miss A. Bertha Miller Alliance pRANgAisE CiRcuLO Italiano C LASSICAL t LUB Ci President Vice President Secretary Treasurer Faculty Adviser President Secretary Treasurer Social Chairman Faculty Adviser President Vice President Secretary-Treasurer Faculty Adviser Deutscher Verein Jane G. McKinley ' 39 ... Mary E. Bennett ' 39 ... Hilde L. Seelbach ' 40 ... Phoebe W. White, ' 40 ... Miss Margaret Jeffrey (1st sem.) Frau Johanna E. Volbehr (2nd sem.) Margarita Gomez ' 39 Isobel E. Mackay ' 40 Frances O. Cottingham ' 39 Justine Gottlieb ' 39 Senorita Laura de los Rios. President Vice President Secretary Treasurer Faculty Adviser La Tertulia President Vice President and Treasurer Secretary Chairman Executive Committee Faculty Adviser Mathematics Club Ruth F. Hawkes ' 39 . Ann M. Rieb ' 39 Helen B. Park ' 39 Ann Gray ' 40 Betty Jane Feldmeier ' 40 Miss Mabel M. Young Phoebe W. White ' 40 MolheP. Sah ' 39. Althea W. Fames ' 40 Marjorie D. Li ' 40 Cosmopolitan Club President Vice President Treasurer Junior Executive Secretary Facility Adviser President Vice President Secretary Treasurer [94] FAR TOO JOYOUS TO LAST . . . Jun lor rrom THE weeks before Prom passed incredibly quickly, and May 6 turned up on our calendars with the anticipatory marks made months beforehand. The hint of rain in the air worried us as we hurried home from the Vil with stiff curls peeping from beneath our bandanas. One or two of the ends became limp, and threatened to ruin our evening. Schedules for the tubs were posted; steam and noise and bustling were the order of the day. We pressed our dresses, polished our nails, made frantic trips to Tower with the limer- icks for our place cards, and at last the men began to arrive, all very impressive in their tails. The Prom maids flew about with cor- sage boxes, and the underclassmen in the house stared at the men, and wondered whose they were. We swept down the stairs, revel- ing in the adoration of the masses. Dinner by candlelight was a confusion of faces and voices. Prom itself was the receiving line, the informal dancing, the Grand March to the strains of our new Marching Song — thrill- ingly played by Glenn Miller ' s orchestra. The dresses were pastel shades of pink, orchid, yellow and blue, the skirts full and swishy. Outside the windows, the spectators stood in tiers to watch our Junior Prom. We met at certain pillars to exchange dances. At last came the intermission, with cakes and ices served by the pretty Prom maids. We sat out in the hall or on the marble steps to drink our coffee. We danced until two, then with aching legs came home to loll around and discuss the fun It had been. The next morning we took our men to classes and chapel, then piled into cars and drove off for week ends in Connecti- cut, on the Cape, or at a summer home. We organized mass cooking, and dish-washing, we sang around the fireplace, and played baseball in the fields. After returning on Sun- day night, we flopped on our beds, weary but happy, and counted the world well lost for three days of pure bliss. . 1 AT the announcement of Major Officers and Vil Juniors we saw the class of 1939 step into important positions. We could hardly believe our eyes to see Tic and Dody and Pussy in senior caps. It seemed no time at all since we had first been impressed with the ceremony freshman year. Nothing had chang- ed but the personnel. We might have closed our eves and imagined from the shouts that Blake Schoenfuss had just set her cap on Nancy Jane Miller ' s head, and that Chappie was smiling wistfully from behind Nuncie. As spring took possession of the campus we appeared in pinks and blues. The water of the Lake and of the little ponds was actually sparkling in the sunshine; the willow trees turned to a pale chartreuse green; tiny leaves began to shut away the sky, and to paint patches of shade on the sidewalks. We carried pillows, notebooks, and dark glasses up to the roofs of our dormitories, and ascots and gloves, and corsages. The dim chapel air was laden with the sweet heavy scent of Easter lilies. After the service we came out into the dazzling sunlight to meet our friends, and to walk home to dinner. EARLY in May we experienced one of the most thrilling events of Junior year. The other three classes gathered on the chapel steps, and we marched from the arch at Green, singing for the first time, the March- ing Song of the class of ' 39. It was thrilling to step in time to the rhythm, expectantly await- ing the surprise and enjoyment of our listen- ers. When they greeted our arrival before the chapel with loud applause we felt a stir of pride in our Ginny Plumb. During the step-singing there was much whispering and speculation as to how the new senior officers would appear. We stood on tiptoe and strained our necks to catch sprawled in the sun which soothed us and warmed us, and made us drowsy. We dis- covered old freckles reappearing across the bridges of our noses; we wore white to offset the tan which began to show very faintly. On Easter we went to chapel surrounded by straw hats, cherry suits, navy reefers, white sight of any strange vehicle. At last came the Eraser ' s Delivery Wagon, and the officers stepped out, wearing yellow corsages. We beamed happily on President Nancy Rey- nolds, Legenda potentates Caroline Conklin and Midge Kellogg, Head of Tree Day Peg Wyckoff, and Song Leader Ellen Libby. [96] SOON we were measured for caps and gowns. We stood in theC.G. Office wear- ing the sample skull caps, and laughed at the ridiculous appearance of our friends. The spring nights were thick and warm — often there were sudden thunder showers. Float Night arrived, an uncertain day as to weath- er. The grass was lush, wet and very green, with the strange yellow intensity which a lowering evening gives. Robin Hood and his men passed before us. We were pleased to recognize such old friends as Friar Tuck and Maid Marian. Tree Day was beautiful | HHH| with no question about H sunshine. The photogra- pher was here from Life, and the classes, lining up by Billings, tried to catch a glimpse of the famous Eisenstaedt. Opportunity came when a small child ran out on to the green just as the dancing was about to begin. A little man ran forward, almost hidden by his mammoth camera, and took shots of the child from all possible angles. The approaching Gazelles were not a whit put out, but advanced gaily to begin the pagean- try. Before our eyes an Egyptian scene unfolded, with strange headdresses and gowns. Caryl Hadsell made a regal freshman Tree Day mistress, and we all decided to learn to walk the way she did. On Tuesday and Friday nights we gathered on the chapel steps to sing our college songs. One evening when we had had to go to the libe a sudden shower came up, and we smiled to hear the squeals of the stepsingers as they ran f or shelter. The last stepsinging arrived late in May. We went, with lumps in our throats even before anything began. We won- dered whether any of the seniors would break down and cry. As we sang our light-hearted songs we thought soberly of the things for which they stood; the things which the sen- iors were leaving forever. It was almost sad- der for us than it was for them, we thought, because we would be left behind, to miss their familiar faces about the campus. When the time arrived for them to sing their Step Song our faces were terribly wet. Two by two they marched away with their forget-me-nots ! 1 III! 11 11 mil 1 1 iii! W-E-L-L-E-S-L-E-y in their hands. We watched them go. Over and over again the strains of the sad song drifted back to us. On the steps where they had stood was a tangible silence. They had left a deep gap in our midst. After their voices had died away, there w as a mad scramble in front of chapel. We moved awe- fully down to the senior steps, pinching our- selves to see if it was real. [97] L98J [99] [ 100 [ 101 Non Ministrari . . . The steps of Munger A Mighty Fortress . . . The Tower Shadows of evening draw nigh . . Tower Court in the afternoon. And oft we tvill seek in memory . . . Christmas Tree Alley before the Hurricane. [105] Neath the Oaks . . . ON September 20 a great many of us came back early for the last time. We left home with mingled emotions, most of them disturbed. The world stood on the brink of crisis; Hitler ' s war scare paralyzed us with the realization that it was our friends who would have to fight. We wondered whether we, like some of our mothers, would give up senior prom to send money to the Red Cross. It had been raining for several days. The tone set for our return was sombre. We promised our- selves we would enjoy every moment, fully savouring the familiar routine with new and deep appreciation. Everything we did recalled freshman year and the first time we had done it. As we stepped into the front hall, we noticed the artificial oppressive heat. We looked with genially critical eyes at the girls with whom we were to spend this important year; we assembled our rooms with the greatest pos- sible care. There was not much chance to study the freshmen; the poor creatures at- tended meetings all day in a downpour. The next morning we went to hear Anna ' s address as President of C. G. We sat in the back of Alum recalling Blake Schoenfuss, and the impressive creatures seniors had seemed to us then. Now we realized that beneath a senior gown could beat a human heart; and that sometimes the knees even trembled. Some of us went to change our schedules. Outside Dean Knapp ' s office sat the usual rows of waiting freshmen. We were pleased to be mistaken for them, partly because we liked to seem young; yet partly for the pleas- ure of being able to announce that we were seniors! That afternoon the rain was dashed by the wind. The trees writhed with increasing vio- lence; the small branches snapped off to litter the ground. Trains crawled laboriously past; over the radio came talcs of destruction throughout the state. By nightfall we realized that we were living in a never-to-be-forgotten year. We walked in to dinner watching the great trees bend towards us, the noise of their falling drowned in the torrent of wind. We stared at the mutilated pinnacles of the Tow- er, and tuned our radios to hear accounts of the hurricane which was sweeping New Eng- land. We tried to visualize the destruction occurring along the coast; we could not con- ceive of Providence under water from an enormous high tide. The next morning we tramped over the wreckage taking pictures. We bought Boston [106] Grifiicl old seniors . newspapers, worried about our families and friends, wondered what had become of the girls whose trains had been caught along the shore line. The events of freshman week paled beside the hurricane anecdotes we began to collect. As in all great emergencies the people rose to the occasion. Volunteers cleared the roads, families took in refugees, lived by candlelight, cooked over fireplaces, and boiled their drinking water. We were living in stirring times; we visualized ourselves say- ing, in years to come, The hurricane of ' 38? Yes; I was a senior at Wellesley. But with incredible rapid- ity we resumed our normal state. At stepsinging we an- nounced the rest of our class officers: Jeanne Wysor, Lee Aultman, Weesie Bennett, Betts Wunderle, Carol Doty, Kay Sladen, Bobbie Schofield and Nancy Sargent. A holy awe filled us as we marched in cap and gown behind our banner — to ourselves merelv a group of friendly girls, but to the freshmen, THE SENIORS. But how undignified and gay our election celebration that night at Seller ' s where we gathered to drink sodas and remin- isce about the Seniors we had known and how worldly-wise they had seemed. Nancy Reynolds President of the Class of 1939 Anna Tieboiit President of College Government Ot r fives and hopes to serve her . 107 WE wenr to our new classes; we had our class picture taken in the Greek Theatre. Afterwards we met in Alum, our excitement contrasting strangely with our solemn black and white garb. We thought wistfully of the girls who were not graduat- ing with us, but who would always be part of our class tradition. Fall activities were a blend of familiar and new experiences. The tone of bull sessions had changed. If we discussed men, it was specific men. If we discussed world conditions, it was with an increased sense of our own part in them. If we discussed jobs, we realized it was not merely a question of getting one we liked, but of getting any at all. Now and then a wave of practical joking reminiscent of fresh- man year offset our dignity. We tied from the men and boys who haunted us with magazine subscriptions, trailing our Hofbrau feathers in their faces. Sometimes we campus-guided, and as we pointed out the beauties of Wel- lesley to a girl who thought she might Poet ' s Readings be coming, we real- ized with a pang how much we would be re- linquishing to her. The postponed first Formal chapel of the year, strange and exciting. We filed into the front section of chapel where our view of Miss McAfee was absolutely unhampered. We felt the presence of the girls in the tran- septs although we couldn ' t turn our heads to see them. We went to Sunday night Musical ' esper services in the C.A. Lounge, and discovered the college switchboard, where, urged by The song she likes to sing . . . B}- the Old Chapel Steps Wellesley Concert Series Mr. Kehoe, we put through a few calls. At our last Candlelight Vespers the choir stood banked on the stairs as we left. It made a beautiful decorative pattern of repeated gold flames and softly glowing faces in the candle-light. We guarded our candles from the wind all the way home. rorum Executive Board Anne Paulson ' 39, President ' 40, Vice President; Anne Lineberger ' 41, Sec- retary; Lucile Sheppard ' 40, Treasurer. Ruth Neanng WE plunged into a steady stream of Forum activities because the world grew more and more complex and we wanted to understand it. Forum steadied our aims and gave our activities direction. Following its aim, to promote intelligent interest in public affairs, national and international, Forum has this year presented a varied program to the college. Speakers have included Mr. Roger Baldwin of the American Civil Liber- ties Union, Mr. Granville Hicks, Fellow at Harvard University, and Mr. Christian Her- ter, Speaker of the Massachusetts House of Representatives; as well as student-led dinner discussions on the subject of propaganda and the railroad situation. At an all-college lec- ture sponsored by Forum, Mr. Vincent Shee- an, foreign correspondent and recent observer of the European scene, gave an interesting picture of the world today. Outstanding activities this year have in- cluded an Armistice Day speech by Mrs. Vera Micheles, Dean of the Foreign Policy Associa- tion; the aid, by the American Student Asso- ciation, to Spain; trips to Boston Courts and the legislature; debates with Harvard and Amherst; and discussion groups on interna- [109 The Heads of Forum Committees tional affairs. Delegates have been sent to various In- ternational Relations Con- ferences and Wellesley was the scene of an intercollegi- ate conference on Colonies and Raw Materials. The purpose throughout the year has been to stimu- late critical thinking on the campus. Committee Heads Janath Russell ' 39, American Student Union; Sherley Hcidenberg ' 40, International JLela- tions Club; jiinc Harrison ' 39, Speaker ' s Bureau; Jane Gold ' 41, Chairman of House Representa- tives; Fiora Mariotti ' 41, League of Wo}?ien Voters; Jean Hussey ' 39, Ticket Chairi?ian; Phoebe Storrs ' 40, Personnel Bureau Representa- tive; Martha Schwanke ' 40, News Representa- tive; Elinor Hayes ' 40, Peace Chairman; Mary Phil Taylor ' 40, Head of Freshmen. E. Anne Paulson President of Forum As the cold weather set in, we tried to pack all possible activities into each day. We made brisk trips to the Vil and had tea at the Inn to celebrate the slightest event. We took the 12:55 to Boston to study Greek sculpture at the Museum, or to see Amphitryotj, Golden Boy , or Susan and God . We went to freshman houses for dinner, and felt like oracles because we had survived so much, and could give helpful tips. Early in November our Phi Betes were announced. We were pleased that they were admirable girls, with not a grind amongst them. We began to be acutely aware of problems within our fields. Psych majors puzzled over about hobbies shared, about life in general and about our own problems in particular. We visited the swimming pool in various stages of Its progress; we had dinner at Miss McAfee ' s, and went to the Green Room to have our senior pictures taken. Beneath the bright cold lights we squirmed in abbrevi- ated velvet draperies. Christmas came again. We dressed our last dolls, trimmed our last trees, ate our last formal dinners. At Vespers we were shaken by the Beethoven Hallelujah Chorus, and dedicated ourselves to ideals which we were too moved to express On the last morning the sophomores woke us and hung candy Margaret I. Anderson Chairman, House Presidents ' Council Rutli B. Coleman Chief Justice of Superior Court I.Q. tests; and Comp. majors found them- canes on our doors. Glad to be going home, selves foreshadowing things that never hap- we packed, nevertheless, with a weight upon pened. We grew to know the members of the our hearts. For us, the season would never faculty as individuals. At tea with them we again be so protracted, so stimulatingly full learned of graduate work they had done. We of Christmas activities shared with 1500 came to enjoy talking to them informally like-minded girls. [110] Einstein admirts my mind . . . MIDYEAR exams were an old story to us by now. We felt so complacent about them that we suspected in another year we wouldn ' t even have bothered to go to them. Weather changes contnveci to hold our inter- est; the first day was wet and slushy, with horizontal lines of rain like a Japanese print. The next day the snow was deep and crunchy, with purple hollows. The kind-hearted ad- ministration tried to cheer us up with start- ling color combinations of blue and pink scrap paper with orange and green books. Our crackers and milk sessions were enhanced bv gum drops, Spanish peanuts, and piles of creamy cheese. Our four exams were over before we felt rushed, and some of us found ourselves able to leave before the last Thurs- day. It felt like stolen time. Discussions of Prom were quieter than they had been the previous year. The question now was not, whom to invite, but whether the men could get away for the week-end. Age sat hard upon them, and we were heartbroken to find that some of them could not throw off their responsibilities to share March 4 with us. We rested, dieted, tried our hair new ways, planned tables for Prom dinner, made reserva- tions for Sunday, and reminisced about Junior Prom. At class meeting — the one to which Stewie wore a glossy black wig as Tree Day Mistress — we received last minute instruc- tions. On March 4 Alum was transformed into a sunny Italian garden. The Grand March was exciting and sad; the eyes outside the window, full of reverence and envy. As our full skirts swished and floated about us we cherished every moment until Woody Herman slipped into Home Sweet Home. Back in our houses we lamented that Prom days at Wellesley were over for us. ' Tis tvith pleasure we meet . [Ill] QUIZZES, papers and rehearsals crowded in upon us right after Prom. Even be- fore our orchids and camellias had quite wilted, Prom seemed a frivolous weekend; another one like it would knock our academic standing into a cocked hat. We buckled down with grim determination, already starting to lay aside a heap of notes labeled ' ' General . Our happiness knew no bounds, however, on the week-end of March 18. After four years of drives for the Swimming Pool Fund, of crew hats bought, of apples eaten, our dreams came true; and our faith that ' 39 would use the new pool, was justified. People gathered from all parts of the country to witness the dedication ceremonies. There were exhibitions of squash and ping pong, a swimming meet, a panel discussion by prominent undergradu- ates, and a formal dedication. On Saturday night Theatre Workshop presented Fighting the Waves and Tide of the Years in Alum. Again and again we toured the George Howe Daven- port building, each time discovering some- thing new. We loved the modern color schemes of the lounges, we admired the glistening white and crimson squash courts. From the submarine window we watched our friends dive into the bubbling green water. The hair dryers in the dressing rooms were a final touch of perfection. We longed to wit- ness faculty night in the pool, but had to con- tent ourselves with using binoculars from Hemenway. Realizing that our time grew short we began asking multitudes of guests for dinner. We tried to spend as much time as possible in other houses, but grudged every moment away from friends in our own house. By the time spring vacation arrived we were glad of the dance to set our minds in order, and to catch our breath before the final plunge. There was also the matter of job interviews! If al the gir s icbo could not iwtni . . . 1 he Citorgc Houx ' U.i L-np()rt Pool [112] ; 4 ' ,fci Probltms such as these have we . WHEN we returned, it was to disappear On the last night of April, our little sisters into the maelstrom of spring activities came over to sew up our gowns. With a sober at Wellesley. Many of us were working on sense of what lay ahead of us, we could not Society Open Houses, praying that we would not only cover expenses, but might make a pleasant surplus to leave behind us. More than that, we hoped that our efforts would produce a really worthwhile entertainment. Among our chief delights at this period was the observation and comparison of new spring hats: pancakes, pinnacles and pagodas, front line on the hill. The night before we had share their broad grins. As we laid out our wildest scarves with which to tie on our mortar boards, we reflected that hoop-rolling was not the simple job it appeared to be to a spectator! The next morning we indulged in a little house rivalry to see who would sit in the trimmed with charteuse and fuchsia. Early in April fifty of us attended a dinner sponsored by the Alumnae Association. Here we learned of the duties, rights and privileges which would be ours when we joined the thousands of women who had once been Wellesley girls. Our recognition of the im- contemplated being nasty about it, but in the light of day we decided nothing mattered that much. Soon there was a mob of us chaf- ing to be off. We watched the crowd of spec- tators along the road as they surged forward to see us. When the newsreel men appeared we knew that starting time was close. The perishable qualities of our college life was actual race was over before we could fully strengthened. comprehend that it had begun. Panting and But by far the most serious occupation of laughing we posed for our pictures as our the seniors was the practice to acquire speed. little sisters ripped out the short hem of our We had removed our hoops from the wall, gowns. Then our last May Day procession and now we loped up and down the corridors, into chapel; we envied the sophomores who knocking our knees together, bumping into shared the day with us. This year we saw our open doorways, and blindly driving our hoops. numerals on the hill : 1939. [113] Virginia Tuttle The Tree Day Mistress [114] HER AIDES Dorothy Stout Nancy Reynolds Mary Elizabeth Glines Margaret Cahill [115] FOR our last Float Night we grew pleas- antly reminiscent over a theme from childhood which we were now leaving far behind. We crowded the banks of Lake Waban to see Alice m Wonderland, the White Rab- bit, the March Hare and the Mad Halter. The class crew songs swelled and died away, the lights played on the dripping oars, the floats glided past, and we remembered other Float Nights. Perhaps early ones, when alum- nae mothers or aunts had brought us, and we had squirmed impatiently in the long lapses between floats, or had leaped up and down marveling at the Japanese lanterns overhead, and at the great grown-up girls all around us. Or the first Float Night that had really be- longed to us — when we were college fresh- men. Some of us may have smiled a bit grimly at the picture of ourselves at Float Nights, either as harassed professional women snatch- ing a week-end from work, or as young moth- ers, clutching daughters destined for Welles- ley. On Tree Day our beloved green was trans- formed into a Russian carnival scene. Pet- rouchka came to town — bright peasants, puppets, a performing bear. It was a day we thought would never come. While underclassmen massed in pastel colors and looped their blue ropes over their shoulders, we gathered in our caps and gowns back by Billings, for all the world like a flock of penguins. We clasped our fa- miliar golden banner, and grinned at the shouts of ' 42 when they unfolded their new purple one for the first time. Over the tops of the trees came the music, and we moved for- ward, wondering which would be the climax for the spectators, the first flash of the freshman banner coming down the road, or the entry of the seniors to close the W. It was Ellen, our own classmate, who led the Alma Mater, and Nancy, our president, who made the welcoming speech. And finally. Tut came down the hill, her bright red-gold hair glinting in the sun. It was a moment we could not forget: Pomp and Circumstance, the familiar smell of crushed grass, the sun beating warm on our heads, our friends around us, and the memories of our last Tree Day at Wellesley being made and blended of the sights and sounds about us. From our high vantage point on the hill we watched the ceremony of the spade, the frantic rush of freshmen and sophomores. We found our friends and families, and from far off heard the sounds of ' 42 ' s first cheer. The tradition would be carried on indefinitely, whether we were here or not. But because we had been here, we were a permanent part of that tradition. Next year we would meet under the small golden oak on Norumbega Hill, a spot on campus that would always be ours, no matter how unfamiliar became the paths and archways. The last month of college unfolded itself in the bright fleeting patches which are called days. Often the warm benison of the sun surrounded us; the roof tiles gleamed, hot winds blew across the fields. We tried to recall snow caught on the vines of the wall by Green. It was unthinkable that this place had seen us on skis, or that the ice of Lake Waban had rung to the sound of our skates. Summer was fast approaching; this time it would not be merely a pause between two college vears. ' T ' t ' paiiss that refreshes [116: We are devotee to roil , The General FOR a long time now we had been shuffl- ing through four years of assorted notes, with the hope that they would throw light on that mysterious thing, the General. The duller pages were relieved by marginal draw- ings: design for a new spring formal, attempt at a lion from the front, profiles, new hats. On the last day of classes we faced a strange and sad emancipation: these chairs, these rooms, these halls, the index board — we were leaving them behind forever. Our education was over. For sixteen years it had been the only way of life we knew. Some of us felt like lost souls; some of us were violently glad. But all of us went forth to battle on June 2, with chills along our spines. Perhaps it wasn ' t all over for us yet. We agreed with the old Chinese proverb that it ' s harder to get out of Wellesley than it is to get in. Some day a bright little thing will accost us with, Oh, did they have a General when -ya were there? The answer is found in the death silence hanging over Founders, in the extra proctors, the fateful sheets, the gaping books, the frantic scribbling, the bell, release, the sun, fresh air, and JOY! As an anticlimax we took finals. Then the underclassmen went away, and as at freshman week, it was our campus. Soon alumnae returned, to frolic as of yore, and we were now practically one with them. The class of ' 38 was back, their ankle socks and saddle shoes denying that a year of stockings lay behind the girls. On Saturday we fell in behind the colorful parade which wound about the green; the class of 1939, about to join the ranks. That night we held our ban- quet, with Dorty as our toastmistress, and hordes of girls running around the table. On Sunday, we heard Baccalaureate Service with Dr. Horton, and at night, our last choir ves- pers. The next day, surrounded by people from home, we felt the ownership of campus slipping away from us. As it had been before we came, it would be after we had gone. Our Commencement took place in Alumnae, where we had seen so many undergraduate activities — the election rally, freshman vaude- ville. Barn plays, the concert series. We packed for the last time; no further use for storage boxes. These posters and pillows were leaving the room for good this time. The view from the window, the desk over which we had bent, — voices along the corridor — memories so soon. A train thundered past, re-echoing through the empty room; we slipped our namecard from the door, shut it, walked away. Our four years at Wellesley, composed of bright external things, were gone. From now on, Wellesley was ivithin us. [117] BY THE END OF [118] HER SENIOR YEAR [119] HONORS Phi Beta Kappa Elected in l ovemher Dorothea L. Baker Julia B. Flagg Margaret I. Hayes Elizabeth E. Kruskal Mary C. Martin Jean Merrill Miriam E. Meyer Esther C. Parshley Marion C. Thomson Elected in March Doris N. Anderson Virginia T. Cox Camilla G. Davis Ada Eynon Babette N. Friedmann Retta L. Gelling Margarita Gomez Mary F. Randall Janath Russell Dorothy L. Sebbins Babette L. Seek Anne L. Shepard Anna L. Tiebout Senior Durant Scholars Doris N. Anderson Jean C. Avery Dorothea L. Baker Virginia T. Cox Sylvia Darman Camilla G. Davis Priscilla Davis Ada S. Eynon Julia B. Flagg Babette N. Friedmann Retta Lou Gelling Margarita Gomez Margaret I. Hayes Elizabeth E. Kruskal Mary C. Martin Jean Merrill Miriam A. Meyer Esther C. Parshley Mary F. Randall Janath Russell Babette F. Samelson Babette L. Seele Anne L. Shepard Marion C. Thomson Anna L. Tiebout [120] LIST Senior Wellesley College Scholars Margaret I. Anderson Leora C. Aultman Dorothy Barrow Caroline I. Conklin Elizabeth Dennett Carol P. Doty Phyllis V, Finkelstein Jean E. Fox Rhoda Garrison Justine Gottlieb Merlyn Guthrie Barbara Hale Dorothy M. Harris Cornelia Harrison Frances Harvey Adele Hillman Margaret H. Horton Jean S. Hussey Ellen E. Kerl Barbara Kinyon E. Virginia Kyger Ruth Levin Bernice M. Levine Riette Lichtenstein Dorothy J. McLauthlin Ruth Nesbitt Kathryn O ' Keeffe Marjorie H. Pease Albertine M. Reichle Grace M. Reilly Ann M. Rieb Mollie P. Sah Jane B. Schanfarber Elaine D. Schwartz Dorothy L. Sebbins Helen Sherman Leila N. Small Jean E. Van Riper Hilda R, Warshaw Ann Wemple Miriam E. Wise Lucille B. Young [121] MISS DOROTHY M. ROBATHAN Dean and guide of the Class of 1939- MISS SEAL THOMPSON Professor of Biblical History at Wellesley College; friend of the community, and honorary member of the Class of 1939. MLLE. NADIA BOULANGER Honorary Member of the Class of 1939 She is a musician and teacher of great distinction, the Head of the Department of Theory and Composition at Ecole Normale de Musique, in Paris, and associated with the Conservatoire de Fontainbleau. Ruth Adams 2234 Woodmere Dr. Cleveland Heights, Ohio Laura T. Ahlstrom 280 Park Ave. New York, N. Y. Augusta W. Ahrens 635 E. 18th St. Brooklvn, N. Y. Louise A. Ahrens VVyomissing Park Reading, Pa. Doris N. Anderson 28 Arlington St. Maiden, Mass. cU-eaendi [128] 1939 Margaret I. Anderson Tusculum College GreeneviUe, Tenn. Marjorie Lou Ashcroft 519 Oak Ave. Sulphur Springs, Texas Leora C. Aultman 50 Walnut Rd. West Barnngton, R. I. M. Elizabeth Avers 3757 85th St. Jackson Heights, N. Y. [129] Jean C. Avery 60 Prospect St. Framingham, Mass. 1939 Dorothea L. Baker 4315 Underwood Rd. Baltimore, Md. Ethel M. Baron 2222 Nebraska St. Sioux City, Iowa Elizabeth Barrett 260 Lincoln Ave. Bellevue, Pa. Susan C. BARRiiTT 16 Whitfield Rd. Baltimore, Md. Dorothy Barrows 15 School St. Lebanon, N. H. [130] Elizabeth K. Beach 336 N. Fullerton Ave. Upper Montclair, N. J. Nancy M. Bedell 55 E. Tenth St. New York, N. Y. Virginia S. Bell Box 252 Altadena, Calif. Louise M. Bennett 149 S. Lake Ave. Albany, N. Y. Mary E. Bennett 214 Hemenway St. Boston, Mass. cJ eaendi [131] . Mary Louise Bircher 1610 Jefferson Ave. Scranton, Pa. E. Byrd Boorse 3100 Carlisle Rd. Birmingham, Ala. Paula Bramlette 108 W. Whalev Ave. Longview, Texas Audrey E. Broad 159 Brite Ave. Scarsdale, N. Y. Ruth M. Brodie 309 Guy Park Ave. Amsterdam, N. Y. c=J eaenda 132 )939 Constance K. Brown Westtown School Westtown, Pa. Lucie E. Brown 135 Neshibe Rd. Waban, Mass. Elizabeth H. Burnquist 704 Crest Ave. Fort Dodge, Iowa Margaret F. Cahill 1100 Park Ave. New York, N. Y. [133] Elizabeth B. Call 2500 Monument Ave. Richmond, Va. )939 B. Dorcas Cameron 98 Hcrrick Rd. Southampton, N. Y. Eleanor K. Campbell 14 Elm St. Westerly, R. I. Sarah E. Campbell 214 Highland St. Milton, Mass. Kathryn S. Canfield 7865 Van Dyke PI. Detroit, Mich. [134] Margaret E. Carey 36 Huntington St. Springfield, Mass. Beatrice G. Carmen 1063 Commonwealth Ave. Newton, Mass. Virginia M. Carr 237 Norwood Ave. Edgewood, R. I. Virginia M. Carrow 230 W. Summit Ave. Haddonfield, N. J. •■«i« ' Constance V. Carter 35 Burlingame Ave. Detroit, Mich. A. Virginia Chamberlain Federal Reserve Bank Bldg. Kansas City, Mo. (zJ eaendc [135] Joanne B. Clare 118 Lowell Ave. Newtonville, Mass. Margaret E. Clayton 98 Mam St. South River, N. J. June B. Cohen 956 Brunswick Rd. Cleveland Heights, Ohio Sylvia H. Cohen 6 Courtland Apts. Nashville, Tenn. Anne P. Coleman 5115 Carv St. Rd. Richmond, Va. oLeaendc 136] 1939 Ruth B. ColeiMan 647 Arlington PI. Chicago, 111. Marian V. V Colwell 68 Longfellow Rd. Wellesley Hills, Mass. Caroline I. Conklin 1560 Laurel Ave. Bridgeport, Conn. Alice M. Corcoran 84 Park St. West Springfield, Mass. [137] Frances O. Cottingham 6529 Jefferson St. Kansas City, Mo. 1939 Virginia L. Coville 323 Main St. Oneida, N. Y. Virginia T. Cox 20 Old Mystic St. Arlington, Mass. .«!% Louise B. Crane 120 Early St. Morristown, N. J. Betty J. Crawford Park Blvd. East Liverpool, Ohio [138] Gertrude A. Croak 32 Somerset St. Worcester, Mass. J. Louise Cull 2987 Torrington Rd. Shaker Heights, Ohio SyVIA DaRiMAN 309 Prospect St. Woonsocket, R, I. Helen L. Darrow 716 8th St. S. Fargo, N. Dak. AiLEEN M. Davidson 3000 Seminole Ave. Detroit, Mich. Camilla G. Davis 4512 Lakeside Dallas, Texas cyLeaencia [139] Elizabeth R. Davis 363 Westland Ave. Bexley, Ohio Priscilla Davis 44 Curve St. W ' altham, Mass. Jane G. Dawes 47 Mount Vernon St. Cambridge, Mass. ) Elizabeth Dennett Elm St. Medfield, Mass. Elizabeth E. Dodson 677 N. 56th St. Omaha, Nebr. J J [140] 1939 Carol P. Doty 31 Clayton Ave. Wyomissing, Pa. Mary L. Dougherty 508 Page Ave. Austin, Minn. -1 ViRGINIE A. DOULBERRY 32-14 169 Ninth St. Flushing, N. Y. J. Yvonne Duff 25 Ken.sington Ave. Jersey City, N. J. [141] Eleanor M. Eddy 609 President Ave. Fall River, Mass. 1939 Phyllis L. Estey 10 Whitder Rd. Mcdford, Mass. Caroline L. Farwell 67 Glendale Rd. Sharon, Mass. Eleanor Ferrin 22 Overlook Rd. Scarsdale, N. Y. Phyllis V. Finklestein 37 Lee St. Brookline, Mass. M. Katharine Fiske Kikamuit Warren, R. I. [142] Julia B. Flagg 54 Oakwood Rd. Newtonville, Mass. Ghierstein Foshay 34 Summit Ave. Port Chester, N. Y. Jean E. Fox 109 Summit Ave. Upper Montclair, N. J. Babette N. Friedmann 1830 Rittenhouse Sq. Philadelphia, Pa. Rhoda Garrison 181 Pine Ridge Rd. Waban, Mass. cJ eaendc ' f [145] Babette S. Geisenberger 819 S. Duke St. York, Pa. Rhetta Lou Gelling 2630 E. 74th St. Chicago, 111. Margaret Gilbert 60 Clinton Ave. Irvington-on-Hudson, N. Y. cJLeaeyida Ruth R. Giles 8828 195th PI. Hollis. N. Y. Sue F. Glasgow 1212 Pennsylvania Ave. Tvrone, Pa. [144] 1939 Mary Elizabeth Glines Clinton Ave. Irvington-on-Hudson, N. Y, Erma K. Goldbaum 4434 Spruce St. Philadelphia, Pa. i Helen E. Goldberg 104 Wentworth St. Bridgeport, Conn. Elizabeth M. Golden 39 Stafford Rd. Newton Centre, Mass. [145] Edna L. Golding 50 Lafayette St. North Attkboro, Mass. 1939 Margarita Gomez 1221 E, Yandell Blvd. El Paso, Texas Justine Gottlieb 229 Ward Pkwy. Kansas City, Mo. Janet Gould 92 Monte Vista Ave. Ridgewood, N. J. Jane Gracy 1502 Lorraine St. Austin, Texas [146] Frances A. Gulliver 52 E. 68th St. New York, N. Y. Merlyn Guthrie 601 Board of Trade Duluth, Minn. Katherine M. Hack 49 N. Seventh St. Shamokin, Pa. Barbara Hale 10 Denton Rd. Wellesley, Mass. Elizabeth Hancock 27Tunsta]l Rd. Scarsdale, N. Y. Dorothy Harris 5703 Swiss Ave. Dallas, Texas cyLeaenda [147] Cornelia Harrison 23475 Stanford Rd. Shaker Heights, Ohio Jane E. Harrison 307 Abbotsford Rd. Kenilworth, 111. Ruth P. Harrison 960 Grant St. Denver, Colo. Frances Harvey Neillsville Press NeillsviUe, Wis. Patricia V. Harvey 1619 S. Evanston Ave. Tulsa, Okia. = Leaendc [148] 1939 Ruth E. Harvey 825 Edgemont Park Grosse Pointe Park, Mich. Ruth F. Hawkes 12 Ashcroft St. Lynn, Mass. Alice F. Hayden 90 Court St. Plattsbursxh, N. Y. Margaret I. Hayes % Presbyterian Board of Foreign Missions 156 Fifth Ave. New York, N. Y. Mary E. Healy Foster St. Littleton, Mass. [149] 1939 Joan Henry 846 Center Ave. Reading, Pa. Natalie de F. Henry 903 150 Fifth Ave. New York, N. Y. •«f ■ Adele Hillman 1551 Fairfield Ave. Bridgeport, Conn. Florence G. Hinckley 162 Ohio Ave. West Springfield, Mass. [150] Margaret H. Horton % S. H. Williams Glastonbury, Conn. Christine H. Hunter 32 Dover Rd. Wellesley, Mass. Jean S. Hussey 40 Grevstone Park Yonkers, N. Y. .Virginia Jabar. ' V 8420 Ridge Blvd. Brooklyn, N. Y. Nancy P. Jackson 187 Washington St. Wellesley Hills, Mass. cyLeQenciL ' f [151] Marie E. Jameson 550 Centre St. Newton, Mass. Marjorie K. Jaminet 124 Livingston St. Poughkecpsie, N. Y. Alice C. Jantzen 15 Kilsyth Rd. Brookline, Mass. Cameron Jelliffe Riverdale-on-Hudson, N. Y. Helen R. Johler 1616 Centre St. Newton Highlands, Mass. cyLeaendc ' ■9 [152] 1939 Elizabeth T. Johnson 512 Ogden Ave. Swarthmore, Pa. Martha R. Kahle 2 Qumtard Ave. Old Greenwich, Conn. Janet T. Kalker Valley Rd. Cos Cob, Conn. Lucy E. Katt 8 Rectory Lane Scarsdale, N. Y. [153] Marie J. Kelley 3349 83rd St. Jackson Heights, N. Y. 1939 Marjorie J. Kellogg Lake Mahopac, N. Y. Kathleen Kelly 322 E. Vine Sr. Owatonna, Minn. Margaret T. Kenway 29 Atlantic Ave. Beverly, Mass. Ellen Kerl 721 Lake Shore Dr. Coeur d ' Alene, Idaho [154] Cynthia S. Kilburn 264 County St. New Bedford, Mass. Barbara Kinyon 344 E. Vine St. Owatonna, Minn. Betty R. Kolter 1219 State St. Lima, Ohio Marie C. Kraemer 4700 Dover St. Chicago, 111. Elizabeth E. Kruskal 19 E. 88th St. New York, N. Y. E. IRGINIA KyCtER 2124 W. 69th St. Kansas City, Mo. cJ eaenciL [155 Ruth Levin 238 Dickinson Sr. Springfield, Mass. Bernice M. Levine 12 Upper Mountain Ave. Montclair, N. J. Ellen B. Libby 125 Vaughan Sr. Portland, Maine Riette Lichtenstein 107 Maplewood Ave. West Hartford, Conn. Mary Lieurance 830 Chester Ave. San Marino, Calif. cyLeaendi [156 1939 Emilie R. Little 40 Englewood Dr. Longmeadow, Mass. Mary Margaret Lohman 1107 Moreau Dr. Jefferson Cirv, Mo. Jane W. Lundquist 26 Severn Pkwy. Jamestown, N. Y. Bernice E. Lyford 49 Ocean St. North Quincy, Mass. [157] Margaret E. Lynch 1083 Dwight St. Holyoke, Mass. 1939 ii E. Lorraine MacKimmie 620 Murray Hill Wcstmount, P.Q., Canada H. Jeanne MacNaught 1933 Commonwealth Ave. Auburndale, Mass. Emeline T. Manganiello 29 Lexington Ave. Waterbury, Conn. Elise Manson 3 Jefferson PI. Montclair, N. J. [158] Jean E. Marchant 14 Poplar St. Gloucester, Mass. Margaret H. Martin 298 Pleasant St. Laconia, N. H. Mary C. Martin 14 Llandillo Rd. Llanerch, Pa. Janet Matter 334 Ridge Ave. Winnetka, 111. Gi-Oria L. Maulsby Welleslev, Mass. Florence Mayer 68 E. 86th St. New York, N. Y. cyLeaendc [159] Ruth H. Maynard 647 49th St. Des Moines, Iowa Mary McConnell 95 Desmond Ave. Bronxville, N. Y. Adelaide McCormick 2914 Barnard Ave. Waco, Texas Joan McKee 9 Chenery Terr. Belmont, Mass. Jane G. McKinley 10 Randolph PI. Cos Cob, Conn. cyLeaendc [160] 1939 Mary R. McLaughlin 221 Pond St. Jamaica Plain, Mass. Dorothy J. McLauthlin 901 Detroit St. Denver, Colo. Jane A. McManus Five Mile Point Cooperstown, N. Y. Barbara Mellor 5 Cushman St. Plymouth, Mass. Lucille B. Merrifield 13705 Shaker Blvd. Cleveland, Ohio [ 161 t939 Eleanor H. Merrill 400 Elmwood Ave. Woodbridge, N. J. Jean Merrill 100 Marked Tree Rd. Necdham, Mass. Miriam A. Meyer Andrus Ave. Perry, N. Y. Marion L. Middleton 197 Stone St. Watertown, N. Y. [162] Betty A. Mitchell 19 Philadelphia Ave. Pittston, Pa. Jane B. Mitchell 2346 ' oodmere Dr. Cleveland Heights, Ohio Caroline E. Montgomery Ogunquic, Maine Elizabeth L. Morgan 330 S. Erie St. Wichita, Kans. Mary Louise Moore 372 Waltham St. West Newton, Mass. Barbara Murchie 12 Calais Ave. Calais, Maine cJLeaenda [163] Ruth Nesbitt 216 Lowell Ave. Newtonville, Mass. Charlotte Nickell Carlten Lodge Great Woodcote Park Purley, Surrey, England MaRJORIE J. NORTHRUP 3033 College Ave. Indianapolis, Ind. Mary Louise Oftedal 1406 N. Pacific St. Glendale, Calif. Kathryn O ' Keeffe 317 Mountain Ave. S.W. Roanoke, Va. cJLeaenda [164] 1939 Jane A. Oleson 2613 Halelena St. Honolulu, Hawaii Eileen A. Ospenson 44 Overlook Ave. West Orange, N. J. Ruth C. Ostermann 234 Warwick Rd. Kenilworth, 111. Jean I. Paradis 758 Westminster Rd. Brooklyn, N. Y. Helen Beaumont Park Fox Run Lane Greenwich, Conn. [165] 1939 Martha A. Parkhurst 64 Hazard Ave. Providence, R. I. Mary E. Parks 5 Hammersley Ave. Poughkeepsie, N. Y. Marjorie a. Parmenter Grapevine Rd. Wenham, Mass. Esther C. Parshley 228 Langley Rd. Newton Centre, Mass. Marguerite W. Partridge 123 N. Portage Path Akron, Ohio [166] jm E. Anne Paulsen 625 11th St. Wilmette, 111. Mary Frances Pearson 20 Old Farm Rd. Hamden, Conn. Marjorie H. Pease 8 Oakland Pl. Summit, N. J. 4 «tt Isabel L. Perry Box 927 AsheviUe, N. C. Mary J. Pfeiffenberger 463 BlufF St. Alton, 111. cJ eaendi ' f [167 Virginia Plumb Manila Park Streator, 111. Helen Poor 157 Lowell St. Beverly, Mass. Frances H. Postel Mascoutah, 111. Rita Rafferty Bellevue Ave. Rye, N. Y. Mary F. Randall 700 Blackthorn Rd. Wnmetka, 111. cJ eaendi ' f [168] 1939 Albertine Reichle 13299 Mark Twain Ave. Detroit, Mich. Grace M. Reilly 1123 Ocean Ave. Brooklyn, N. Y. Nancy F. Reynolds 20 Harrison Ave. Montclair, N. J. Anne M. Rieb 65 Rockledge Ave. Mount Vernon, N. Y. Frances W. Roberg Bantam, Conn. [169] 1939 Betty W. Robinson 309 Bent Rd. Wyncote, Pa. Marianne G. Robinson 144 Hancock St. Auburndale, Mass. Catherine J. Roff 29 George St. Naugatuck, Conn. Marie T. Ronan 348 Essex St. Salem, Mass. [170] Margaret A. Rouse 1137 Michigan Ave. Ann Arbor, Mich. Janath Russell 1357 Glenn Ave. Columbus, Ohio MoLLiE Sah Lane 1699, Bubbling Well Rd. Shanghai, China Barbara K. Salisbury Mt. Carmel Ave. Mount Carmel, Conn. Babbette F. Samelson 31 Leighton Rd. Wellesley, Mass. Louise S. Sargeant W. 709 22nd Ave. Spokane, Wash. c=X.eaevidc ' f [171 Nancy F. Sargent 228 Washington Ave. Bennington, Vt. Rose Sarhanis 20 Oxford St. Somerville, Mass. Jane Schanfarber 1835 Oak St. Columbus, Ohio Barbara E. Schofield Woods ' Lane Ipswich, Mass. Elaine Schwartz 70 Lambert Ave. Meriden, Conn. c= Leaenda [172 1939 Dorothy L. Sebbens 15 Progress St. Pawtucket, R. I. Babette L. Seele 761 Harvard Ave. University City, Mo. Eileen S. Shapiro 1519 Beacon St. Brookline, Mass. Norma G. Sharfman 32 Terrace Dr. Worcester, Mass. Gloria H. Sharp 287 Pelham Rd. Rochester, N. Y. [173] 1939 •tttw LucETTA M. Sharp 719 Front St. Freeland, Pa. Anne L. Shepard Hotel Lenox Buffalo, N. Y. Helen Sherman 226 Winchester St. Brookline, Mass. Alma J. Shoolman 76 Columbia St. Brooklme, Mass. Catherine M. Sladen 2209 Seminole Ave. Detroit, Mich. [174 '  Norma S. Slee 81 Hillside Rd. Elizabeth, N. J. Leila N. Small 280 Willow St. New Haven, Conn. Sylvia E. Spence 53 Kenwood Ave. Worcester, Mass. Adelaide Spicer Amy Spier 51 Elm St. 144-79 37 th Ave Westerly. R. I. Flushing, N. Y. c Leaendc ' f 175] Jean F. Stetson The Grove Rothesay, N. B., Canada E. Louise Stewart 620 Montgomery Ave. Bryn Mawr, Pa. Dorothy T. Stout 350 W. Works St. Sheridan, Wyo. Eliese Strahl 85 Sutton Manor New Rochelle, N. Y. Alma Sutton Overbrook Cedar Grove, N. J. cyLeaenda [176] 1939 Phyllis Sweetser 160 Lincoln St. Newton, Mass. Helen Tams 12 Westminster Rd. Summit, N. J. Edith E. Taunton 119 Conant Rd. Weston, Mass. Helen E. Thompson 157 Maine St. Brunswick, Maine [177] Marion C. Thomson 38 Hopkins PI. Longmeadow, Mass. 1939 Adrienne Thorn 121 Larchmont Rd. Melrose, Mass. Louise M. Tibbetts 5616 Kenwood Ave. Chicago, 111. Anna L. Tiebout 61 Wildwood Rd. New Rochelle, N. Y. Helen H. Tower 32 Phillips St. Andover, Mass. Mary E. Tunison 5115 Webster St. Omaha, Nebr. [178 Virginia E. Tuttle 185 Ridgefield St. Hartford, Conn. Eleanore Van Heusen 18 Northampton Rd. Amsterdam, N. Y. Jean E. Van Riper 3686 N. Pennsylvania St. Indianapolis, Ind. A Dorothy C. Voss 239 Amber St. Pittsburgh, Pa. Jane C. Wagoner 14 Kenwood Ave. Newton Centre, Mass. (= LeQendc ' f [179] Georgia A. Wales 14 Davis St. Binghamton, N. Y. Margaret C. Walker 504 King William St. San Antonio, Texas Barbara L. Walther 823 Salem Ave. Elizabeth, N. J. Hilda R. Warshaw 108 Morton St. Newton Centre, Mass. Janet Waters 482 Madison St. Fall River, Mass. cJ eaendi ' f [180] 1939 s  Ann Wemple 5012 Hyde Park Blvd. Chicago, 111. Betty J. White 138 N. Miller St. Newburgh, N. Y. m •  Dorothea J. White 1815 Asbury Ave. Evanston, 111. Emily P. White 239 Everit St. New Haven, Conn. M. Virginia White 623 Judson Ave. Evanston, 111. [181] 1939 Gertrude P. Whittemore 48 Richwood St. West Roxbury, Mass. Helen C. Whittemore 126 Glen Ave. Newton Centre, Mass. Ellen R. U ilding 6548 Wetherole St. Forest Hills, N. Y. MaRJORIE J. WiLLITS 1512 N. 15th St. Reading, Pa. [182] Wynnaretta Wilson Buford, Ga. Miriam E. Wise 91 Bank St. St. Albans, Vt. Marie L. Wolfs 258 Rid ewood Ave. Glen Ridge, N.J. M. Elizabeth Wunderle 122 Edge Hill Rd. Glenside, Pa. Margaret L. Wyckoff Sherman Sq. Hotel New York, N. Y. Jeanne M. Wysor 16900 S. Park Blvd. Shaker Heights, Ohio (JLeaenda [183] C. Elinor Young 203 Madison Ave. Skowhegan, Maine Lucille B. Young 15 E. Kirby Sr. Detroit, Mich. Ada S. Eynon 1757 Frankford Ave. Philadelphia, Pa. cJ eaendc ' f [184] THE CLASS OF 1939 announces the engagements of Augusta Wilhemina Ahrens to William Bernhardt August Jurgens Baur Susan Barrett to Harry Joseph Matthews, Jr. Virginia Stuart Bell to Frederick Bourne Grant Margaret F. Cahill to H. Thomas McGrath June Beverly Cohen to Dr. Stanley Cohen Jean Louise Cull to Leslie Ross Porter, Jr. Elizabeth Davis to Herbert S. Cook Eleanor Ferrin to Joseph G. Sutton, Jr. Retta Lou Gelling to James E. Evans Ruth Rawlins Giles to John Townsend Suydam, III Elizabeth Hancock to Harold Wesley Danser, Jr. Frances Harvey to Robert F. Lux Patricia Victoria Harvey to Frank Robert Kennedy Martha Kahle to Joseph Newton Rodeheaver, Jr. Kathleen Kelly to Charles Gluek II Elizabeth Kruskal to Joseph H. Dulles Allen, Jr. Jane Lundquist to Frederick W. French Lynn Manganiello to Peter Wulfing Ruth H. Maynard to Wendell H. Bash Mary Louise Oftedal to A. Randle Elliott Virginia Plumb to Philip Cleaver White Helen Poor to John Charles Kinnear, Jr. Marianne Greenwood Robinson to Dr. William Tench Helen E. Thompson to William T. Matthews Virginia Elizabeth Tuttle to Oliver William Means, Jr. Dorothy C. Voss to Robert C. Casselman Janet Waters to William J. McCune, Jr. [185] [186] [187] [188] [189 J EX-1939 Elizabeth Acton Mary E. Horrall Alexander Marjorie B. Atwell Helen E. Baldwin Rhoda Belcher Rebekah H. Blair Claire E. Bowman Elizabeth Mangas Brown Mary L. F. Burgess Alia F. Carnduff R. O ' Dineal Chapman Elizabeth Clotfelter Mane Cobb Helen F. Codere Heather F. Cohodas Ruth W, Birkhoff Collins Dorothy Coman Rosalie J. Creelman Madeleine A. Cummings Mary E. Dempwolf Sylvia L. DeWitt Jane Donnell Patricia Donovan Elizabeth Parsons Dudley Mary A. Dunbar Jean H. Dundon Elizabeth Eckman Mary-Ruth Edwards Marion Emlen Jane O. Ferrand Charlotte Fehlman Marjorie R. Fehse Margaret L. Fessenden Mary L. Fleming Dorothy Merrill Foster Alice M. Frazer Barbara W. Gamwell Deceased Maryanna Gardner Jane F. Gehrz Marguerite L. Giraud Carolyn Bauman Goldman Susan Goodman Suzanne Goodnow Barbara H. Grundy Helen Hughes Hafner Helen J. Haft Constance D. Hall Jean A. H. Hanna Clara C. Hattery Nancy Hatch Frances-Carroll Henry Doris Herold Carolyn A. Hewitt Jean T. Hewitt Marianne C. Heye Elizabeth M. Higgins Jean N. Hill Ruth Hollands Frances Hubbell Margaret M. Hull Mary W. Hutchinson Helen N. Jacobs Winifred Jardine Mary Louise Johnson Mary E. Kerr Mary Kirkpatrick Emma L. C. Knox Agnes F. Kolb Jane M. Krieger Isabel C. Kurtz Ellen Willard Langdell M. Barbara Lasher Nancy E. Lashley Virginia H. Lazenby [191] 192 EX-1939-Continued Elizabeth Lee Katherine Loomis Florence B. Lovell Elizabeth M. Low Doris Lowinger Jane McClure Barbara E. McFee Mary Jane McGowan M. Elaine McKeon Nancy R. Maguire Alta V. Maloney Margaret E. Manson Laura Hathaway Marr Katharine B. Marshall Jane Messenger Elizabeth A. Metcalfe Marion A. Miller Laura C. Moore Patricia C. Moore Annis M. Morgan Marion S. Morss Frances Munoz Audrey Nagel Mary E. Nash S. Isabel Neuweiler Elizabeth B. Nicely Mary Anne Nixon Nancy B. Noble Jane Norton Betty Jane Oliver Katharine F. Olney Barbara Paine Elise A. Parke Elizabeth S. Parkinson Virginia Patterson Dorothy D. Pernn Mary P. Phelps Reba W. Phillips Mary C. Pickering Deborah H. Pike Nina Jo Reeves Dorothy F. Reynolds Edith S. Ridley Virginia H. Ritzinger Janet F. Runkle Gwendolyn R. Sachs Gertrude E. L. Sanford Gertrude Schnur Martha Jane Scofield Jane A. Shedden Lucy Shen Elise J. Shirey Rose C. Staton Virginia J. Stearns Rosalind L. Stephenson R. Doris Stewart Amy Hall Stiles Bernice Sisiskey Strock Beverly Sutherland Ruth Swanson Elizabeth Taylor M. Victoria Telander Mary E. Thompson Jane Tobin Jeanne L. Tobm Marion Twichell Catherine L. Twomey Mary Frances Ward Jane W. Weller Dorothy E. Wells Anastasia R. Wilson Anna A. Wilson Martha L. Wilson Carolyn L. Woodcock Priscilla L. Young [193] ALMA MATER To Alma Mater, Wellesley ' s daughters All together join and sing. Thro ' all her wealth of woods and waters, Let your happy voices ring. In every changing mood we love her — Love her towers and woods and lake. Oh, changeful sky bend blue above her; Wake, ye birds, your chorus wake! We ' ll sing her praises now and ever. Blessed fount of truth and love; Our heart ' s devotion, may it never Faithless or unworthy prove. We ' ll give our lives and hopes to serve her, Humblest, highest, noblest — all, A stainless name we will preserve her. Answer to her every call. [194] Worlds Lie Ahead for Us to Conq iier % m • -, V-S lii S . ' l TABLE OF CONTENTS PAGE Preface .......... 4 Administration . . ■ 7 Freshman Section 21 Outing Club 26 Barnswallows : 28 Choir 32 Sophomore Section 43 Outdoor Athletics 46 Orchestra ... 52 Christian Association 56 Junior Section 65 Publications 68 News 69 Legenda 71 Press Board 72 Review 73 Societies 74 Zeta Alpha 74 PAGE Tau Zeta Epsilon 76 Shakespeare 78 Phi Sigma 80 Alpha Kappa Chi 82 Agora 84 Indoor Athletics 90 Clubs 94 Senior Section 102 Forum 109 Tree Day Mistress 114 Mosts 118 Honors 120 Miss Robathan 123 Miss Thompson 125 Mile. Boulanger 126 Seniors 127 Engagements 185 Ex-1939 191 ACKNOWLEDGMENTS I wish to acknowledge the invaluable aid which the following people have rendered me in supply me with material, advice, and a great deal of time — Miss Leora C. Auliman Mr. Cosmas V. Cosmades The Dorothy Jarvis Studio The Boston Post The Wellesley News The Wellesley College Press Board Mr. Peter S. Gruwit of the Jahn Oilier Engraving Company Mr. Dean Valz and Miss Barbara Elder of the Andover Press Mr. William Adler of the Warren Kay Vantine Studio and a willing staff. MISS CAROLINE CONKLIN, Editor-in-Chief, the 1939 LEGENDA [ 196 ] ADVERTISEMENTS The 1939 Legenda Sxtends Best Wishes to Wellesley Graduates and Undergraduates and Thanks to the (Advertisers who have helped make this Book possible [197] es Ipsa Loquitur . . . • It is a matter of common knowledge that a reputation for fine quality . . . Speaks for Itself. • For that reason yearbook staffs at the leading educational institutions in the east engage the WARREN KAY VANTINE STUDIO for fine portraiture and a complete yearbook service. • It has been a pleasure to cooperate with Miss Caroline Conklin and her staff in portraying pic- torially Life at Wellesley College, as presented in this edition of jCEGENDA! .Warren Kay Vantine Studio, c k 160 Boylston Street . Boston 198] ALWAYS SMART CLOTHES FOR ALL OCCASlOm AT EXINER ' S WELLESLFY HYANNIS a , renc aies SHORT VAMP SHOES Wilhar ' s 41 CENTRAL STREET LEISURE modes. .TROUSSEAUX Helen Moored WELLES LEY 1 hysical activity is an important phase in college life! A. A. thanks you, 1939, for your cooperation, spirit and enthusi- asm. We wish you much success! Compliments of he ellesley (Athletic (Association [199] est Wishes to ' 39 from c gora Ipha Kappa Chi Shakespeare Tau ta Spsilon ta ( Ipha [200 j Here you see Miss Kitty Kelly ' 39 one of the most popular girls in her class vearing our which comes in three exquisite shades of color: Chartreuse with blue skirt, gray girdle. Green with Japonica and dark green. Dawn Blue with deeper blue and rose 16.95 Junior Misses ' — Fifth Floor Cijanbler Co. Tremont and West Streets, Boston WHEN AN EVENT DEMANDS FLOWERS CALL OR VISIT RICE ' S FLOWER SHOP AT 95 CENTRAL STREET Pho,ie WELLESLEY 0303 (n aiubttotAer PURE ORANGE MARMALADE Made by NATICK, MASS. Three Summer Indispensables Above: White elk finished leather, brown or blue calt saddle, or two lone brown $3.95. Left: White buck finished leather, brown calf binilin}!. Blue, cherry or tile calf $7.75. Right: Black or blue patent - smart con- trasting stitching $6.75. WELLESLEY SQUARE SHOP THAYER McNEIL [201] I FOR DISCRIMINATING COLLEGIANS Equal parts of gayety and youth with a dash of subtle sophistication is our recipe for collegiate fashions. You ' ll find colorful campus knitteds, casual outfits for the class- room, date frocks for dinner and formals, at prices to meet every budget. Steams 1 You will like the wonderful choice you get in every kind of dress you need at Oross btrauss v r ellesley, Inc. 19-21 Central Street Wellesley MfT H 110 Norway Street, Boston Delightful Dinine SEILER ' S 1812 HOUSE, Inc. Franiinftham Lexington Dancinji Wayland SEILE Centre Route 9 Route 2 to November Route 20 ESLEY SEILER ' S 1775 HOUSE SEILERS TEN ACRES April RS Inc. WELL House - Boo) Ko •VOell Hey NOT A BENE 39! You can turn your Student Membership into a LIFE Membership by paying $3.00 more before November, 1939- Then you can order your books and stationery from your own bookshop and share the profits. Cooperation Pays me Campus Pharmacy, Inc. LAWRENCE J. DISCHINO, Reg-Ph. PRESCRIPTIONS FOUNTAIN LUNCHEONETTE 33 Central St. - Wellesley, Mass. Free Delivery Tel. 2333 Compliments oj The Wellesley National Bank Wellesley, Mass. Member Federal D eposit In.surance Corporation [ 202 ] Faiiioiii i for GOOD FOODS CANDIES GIFT BOXES COLLEGE SPREAD BOXES Ask For Our Catalogue, The Epicure S. S. PIERCE CO. Established 1831 SIX STORES KENmore 7600-LONgwood 1 300 MAIL ORDERS WE SHIP EVERYWHERE For Good Flowers ERASER ' S The GOWNS and CAPS WORN BY THE CLASS OF 1939 OF WELLESLEY COLLEGE WERE SUPPLIED BY COTRELL AND LEONARD Est. 1832 Inc. 1935 America s Pioneer Manufacturer of Academic Regalia ALBANY, N. Y. IN WELLESLEY Branch of Learning yiOU might say Filene ' s in Wellesley, is the Filene branch of learning in more ways than one. For here, learning works both ways. YOU learn what ' s new and smart in clothes and accesso- ries because we ' ve learned beforehand what ' s GOING to be smart! Filene ' s Enlarged Wellesley Shop, 50 Central Street VILLAGE Hairdresshig SHOP 8 CHURCH STREET Welleslcv 1544 [203 W-K -L-L-E-S-L-E-Y 1939 Best 9 Wishes From 1940 1941 1942 204 rendezvous for the college girl .... w e cleverly styled and sophisticated clothes ]i for your every need Compli?nents of BARNSWALLOWS DRAMATIC ASSOCIATION [205] l -Z J ' ' ' rkK JAHN OLLIER ENGRAVING CO. 817 West Washineton Blvd., Chicago, Ml. - Telephone MONroe 7080 Commercial Artists, Photographers and Makers of Fine Printing Plates for Black and Colors [206] TV«c CABIN . . . South Sudbury, Mass. LUNCHEON TEA DINNER special Attention Given to Parties . Phone: Sudbury 16 Colten-Abelsoh UMENS Exquisite Gijts for Showers, Engagements, Weddings Monogramming for the Personalized Gift Bridge and Luncheon Sets Cocktail and Tea Napkins Bath Ensembles, with or without Monograms Handkerchiefs TROUSSEAUX LINENS 61 A Central Street Wellesley STURTEVANT HALEY BEEF SUPPLY COMPANY Slaughterers of Fancy Corn Fed Cattle Abattoir: 52 Somerville Avenue, Somerville, Massachusetts WHOLESALE MARKET 38-40 FANEUIL HALL MARKET BOSTON, MASSACHUSETTS [207] Exceeding the standards Typog- raphy , fc Printing Are attractive and related type faces used throughout the book? Does typography suit the plan of book? Is it easy to read? Is there a proper relationship between body type, headings and identifications? Are the following common faults avoided: too many type families or sizes: type used too black or too heavy; body type too small for length of the line; excessive use of all-capitals? Typography Your Score Do opposite pages line up properly? Are pages properly backed up? (Hold a sheet of your book to the light and note whether or not the page behind lines up at the mar- gins exactly with the page in front) . Are bleed pictures properly trimmed? Is the color work perfectly registered? (i.e. does each color fit exactly the spots for which it is intended?) Is the ink distribution uniform throughout the book, or are some pages light and others dark in color? Are the pages free from offset (smudges or spots on the paper) ? from broken type? from work-ups (spac- ing material that registers) ? Average Score 15 3-€ A verage Score 13 Printing tour ?core tfe- This is the rating given by the National Scholastic Press Associa- tion of the University of Minnesota to one of New England ' s largest annuals — printed at the Andover Press. (Typography . . . 100% above average Presswork .... 67% above average Which explains why so many yearbooks in this vicinity choose Andover to do their printing. 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