Wellesley College - Legenda Yearbook (Wellesley, MA)

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Caz kids ' dessert party flfl.r. home oj the most marriageables Cazenove Cazenove was always proud of its thousands of Vil Juniors, its celebrities galore . . . Perky . . . Meekay . . . Johnnie. Remember the two very successful dances we gave for the service men during our senior year. Muggsy Falconner, our house chairman, directed them. Dinner wouldn ' t have been dinner at Caz without Miss Lincoln, our house mother, pre- siding in her formal gown. Beebe Beebe stood first on the mailman ' s route in the Quad. In our senior year, Gay Crosby Finn acted as our house chairman, in the absence of Becky Markley, one of our many war brides. We of Beebe, too, did our share of en- tertaining soldiers and sailors al our house dances. The Class of ' 43 were Miss Shaw ' s first seniors as new house mother of Heche. 20

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Stone is courtly-minded too Dessertless dinner in Stone Stone and Davis Stone and Davis were dear to us residents be- cause we were so near to everything . . . Billings . . . Chapel .... the Libe. In winter, we had ice- skating practically in our front yard ... in spring, coke parties in the court, and tennis games near-by. All year round, we held parties on the slightest provocation, often planned by our house mothers, Mrs. Burnett and Mrs. Beggs. Davis girls wrote regularly and sent packages to a British and a Polish prisoner, held in German concentration camps. At Christmas, both houses decorated big Christmas trees for their living rooms. During our senior year, Rollie Walter presided over Davis house meetings, while Barbara Lewis served as chair- man of Stone. 19 But Friday after Thanksgiving .

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Pom relaxes Pomeroy We Pomeroy students took the war very seriously . . . eating on black tables to save linen . . . and, under Emmy Cairoli ' s direction, acting as our own waitresses. Head of House, Miss Risley, led the singing of graces at dinner. Pom was the home of a host of transfers. Mary Falconer was our president. And who could for- get Mr. Stevens, the watchman, reading his paper and waiting for the one o ' clock curfew? Shafer Shafer . . . the house of tradition. We initiated all our newcomers, served juniors breakfast in bed the morning after Prom, sent flowers to seniors before the General. Miss Roche, our busy house mother, headed the War Relief Work Room, and had a growing hand with her Quad garden. Our senior president was Virginia Whitte- more, one of over thirty Shafer presidents to whom white-haired Kathryn, our head maid, had carried telephone messages. Tea for the mouths of Shafer 21