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DEDICATION ECA USE she is a stimulating history teacher, because she is the capable adviser to the Senior class, and because her loyalty, her enthusiasm, and her executive ability have contributed so much to the success of many activities in our school, we, the Board of 1931, affectionately dedicate this second annual issue of the BLUE MOON to G.

HELEN BALDWIN CLARK M

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FOREWORD editing this volume of the BLUE INMOON, we hope that it not only will exceed the anticipation of every subscriber as a record of school activities, but also will be a tangible evidence of our sincere appreciation of the financial and moral support which everyone has given to the BLUE MOON during the year 1930-31.

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Principal HOPE FISHER A.B., Vassar College; A.M., Columbia University; Ph.D., University of Michigan Assistant Principal EVANGELINE LEWIS A.B., A.M., University of Michigan EUNICE W. SMITH A.B., Middlebury College; study

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at Colorado College and Clark University; Bancroft 1923 Latin EVELYN M. STOWE MIDDLETON A.B., Vassar College; study at Harvard Summer School; Bancroft 1916-17, 1925 HELEN B. CLARK History A.B., Vassar College; A.M., Columbia University; Reader for College Board; Joint author of Brief Biographies in History; Bancroft 1927 EVANGELINE LEWIS English A.B., A.M., University of Michigan; graduate study University of St. Andrews; Bancroft 1929 French HELEN P. ESTEE A.B., Smith College; diplomas from l'Institut de Touraine and la Sorbonne and l'Ecole de Phonetique de l'Universite de Paris; Bancroft 1929 English and Dramatics CATHERINE GROFF A.B., Smith College; Bancroft 1930 Latin CHARLOTTE M. POST A.B., Smith College; Bancroft 1931 EDITH J. JONES Head of Middle and Lower Schools

Class VIII, mathematics and testing Graduate of State Normal School at Worcester; study at Massachusetts Institute of Technology; Bancroft 1911 Class VIII, History and English WILLIAM F. JUDGE A.B., Trinity College; Bancroft 1930 Class VII, English and History FAYE I. FULLERTON A.B., University of Illinois; Bancroft 1930 Class VI, Art and Science FLORENCE A. WOODIS Graduate of Worcester State Normal School; nature work at Cornell University; Bancroft 1906

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OLIVIA STAPLES SMITH Class V A.B., Hollins College; Bancroft 1929 CARRIE E. KNOWLES Class IV Graduate of Springfield Training School; Study at Fairhope Summer School; Bancroft 1904 FLORENCE L. COBB Class III Graduate of Miss Wheelock's School; summer study at Cornell and Columbia Universities; Director of Shady Hill School; Bancroft 1923 JOSEPHINE B. DENISON Class II Educated in private schools; Bancroft 1920 MAUDE E. HYDE Class I Graduate of Miss Fisher's Kindergarten School; Bancroft 1922 FAITH JACKSON Class I Graduate of Miss Wheelock's School; special teaching in reading under Dr. Dearborn; Bancroft 1928 HELEN G. ROCKWELL Sub-Primary Graduate of State Normal School at Worcester; study at the Surette Summer School of Music and Hyannis Normal School; Bancroft 1921 Kindergarten LOUISE STEVENS Graduate of Miss Wheelock's School; Bancroft 1929 French GEORGETTE EMERY ROBINSON Educated in Lausanne; Bancroft 1928 Music FRANCES OMAR WEEKS Pupil of Carlo Buonamici, Mrs. Frances L. Grover, and John Hermann Loud; teacher's diploma from Fox-Buonamici School; Surette Summer School; Bancroft 1930 A. STEPHEN DEMOORJIAN Art Graduate of Worcester Art Museum School; illustrator and sculptor; Bancroft 1928 STELLA WOODWARD Physical Education Graduate of Boston School of Physical Education; therapeutic work New Haven and Worcester; Bancroft 1928 JOHN WILLIAMS Physical Education Harvard School of Physical Education; Bancroft 1930 Manual Training and Projects WILLIAM G. KECK Massachusetts School of Engineering; Bancroft 1927 Dancing JOSEPH L. CHAMPAGNE Massachusetts Institute of Technology; pupil of Maurice, Castle, Chalif, Serova, Baieul ; Bancroft 1927

MINNIE R. PAIGE, R.N.School Nurse House Director EVELYN MASON KELLEY Resident Chaperone EDNA DE WOLFE KNAPP Registrar CONSTANCE B. GARDNER MOLLY

SMALL A.B., Vassar; Katherine Gibbs School; Bancroft 1928

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SENIOR CLASS

KATHRYN CARLETON Pomona

Bancroft, 1928-1931

The reputation of the Senior Class is saved by Kathryn's quiet, dignified manner, and sweet disposition. Besides having lovely features and the blue black hair which is the envy of everyone, she has shown great capability as chairman of the Census Committee during this year.

ELIZABETH COLEY Middlebury

Bancroft, 1925-1931

Betty is the third of the Coleys to be graduated from Bancroft. Her quiet, conscientious manner has served as a model for the self-government ideal. She is a good all-round athlete, an efficient president of the Glee Club, and always exhibits a willing spirit.

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VIRGINIA CUTTING Bancroft (post graduate)

Bancroft, 1918-1931

Virginia has won prominence in many school activities. Her dramatic ability has been proven in the past three years, when she has successively taken leading parts. She is a good athlete, having been head of the winning Grey team in 1930, and captain of the basketball team in 1931. This year self-government has run well under her leadership, and she has gained general popularity.

ELISABETH MUIR Vassar

Bancroft, 1925-1931

Betty's middle name should be efficiency. Her math problems are solved and her English assignment forms made out weeks in advance. For two years she has proved her executive ability as president of the Dramatic Club. She has also played successfully many comic roles in our plays. Her hobbies are driving her roadster and expanding her wardrobe.

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NANCY BISHOP ORR Erskine

Bancroft, 1927-1930

Nan's dual personality is a constant source of surprise to everyone. In school she is a conscientious, careful student, and she has been the able chairman of the Social Committee for 1 930- 1 93 1. Outside of school, she loves a good time, never missing a party if she can help it, and seldom forgetting her lipstick and ear-rings.

DOROTHY LANGLEY PIERPONT Radcliffe

Bancroft, 1917-1918, 1925-1931

Dottie is noted for her giggles, her sewing ability, and her intellect. She was a capable head of the costume committee for the play, and she has the highest scholastic average in the class. She is also the "appealing" head of the Blue team. Her friends are so many, and she so responsive that she is constantly running home for mail.

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JESSIE RATHBONE Connecticut

Bancroft, 1 926- 1 93 1

Jessie is English and therefore inscrutable. We know she is independent, and we admire her natural wave. She has worked well on the Community Chest as chairman for 1 930- 193 1. Whether she will develop the talent for writing that she has recently exhibited, remains to be seen.

DOROTHY ANN SAWYER Smith

Bancroft, 1 9 1 8- 1 931

Where does Dossie find all that energy and enthusiasm? She has many interests, dividing her time between music, dramatics, athletics, and acting. She is a sweet singer and pianist, she played guard on the varsity basketball team, and is filling efficiently the position of Editor-in-Chief of the BLUE MOON. Moreover, she is one of the best looking girls in the class.

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MARY BARROWS SEELYE Smith

Bancroft, 1 91 8-1 93 1

Although more reserved than most of us, Mary has many talents and an enviable sense of humor. She is president of the graduating class, a good all-round athlete, and a convincing actress, and she may one day be an author. Last year she was chairman of the Community Chest, and this year she has been a great help as associate editor on the BLUE MOON Board.

ALENE ELIZABETH STEIN University of Cincinnati

Bancroft, 1 929- 1 93 1

Alene's steady character and enthusiastic leadership have made her a successful and inspiring captain of the Greys this year. Her skill in athletics, especially basketball, and her ability in dramatics have been outstanding; and she is individual in that she prefers classical music to jazz. Her daily mail has become a regular feature.

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BEATRICE MARY WARNER Bancroft, 1 929- 1 930

Not only is Pooh an amusing person to be with, but also she shows unusual talent at the piano, especially in classical music, although she will play jazz when urged. Her work on the Social Committee and make-up for the play, as well as for the Glee Club, has been commendable.

SENIOR POEM OUR paths of life are shrouded o'er with darkness, Our eyes are dim, we cannot see the snags. We stumble over unexpected hardships, And hurt ourselves in falling on sharp crags, Unless we have a light that sends its gleam Before us in a bright revealing stream. The torch of knowledge, Bancroft, that you offer In childhood days we grasp with eager hands; As years go on, we hold it high more proudly And its light beams forth to guide us in new lands. Oh Bancroft! May we keep the torch-light burning, May we guard it as a treasure all our days, May the rains that drench us never make it sputter, May our Bancroft know we bear it high always. ALENE STEIN, 1931

Sincere

Inflexible

Unperturbed Vivacious Jolly Executive Interested

Taking people hither and yon in her car

Corrupting Glee Club

Being "blasé"

Arguing

Taking her time

Straining ligaments

Mimicking

Doing history topics

Playing the piano for (to) the amusement of others

Betty C.

Dottie

Pooh

Betty M.

Mary

Dossie

Jessie

Nancy

Alene

Sunny

Willing

Quiet

Sitting peacefully

Kathryn

Democratic

Rushing around

WHAT OTHERS THINK OF HER

Virginia

FAVORITE OCCUPATION

STYLE OF BEAUTY

Classic

"Oh, no!"

"Oh, I don't think so"

"Great Scott!"

"Same to the Blues!"

Madonna-like

"Chubby little rascal"

Languid

Fra-Angelican

"Oh, honestly!" Pleasingly plump

"Good-night!"

"What a howl!" "S. S. and G."

FAVORITE SAYING

The sacred orthophonic

Her lipstick

Her "weakness"

Dresden china

English

"Well, after all!" Bohemian

"Oh, Lord!"

"Words fail!"

Her golden-locks "Mercy goodness!"Girl Scout

"Po-pay" (lap-dog)

Her hair pins

Her high heels

Her "third sweater"

Her marcel

Her dignity

Newly developed laugh

DEAREST POSSESSION

SENIOR ROGUES' GALLERY

To be a ballet dancer

To be a gym instructor

To boss the unemployed

To be Mayor of Worcester

To be an efficiency expert

To win an argument against Miss Estee

To avoid a daily walk, "at the expense of her health"

To get mail twice a day

To be willowy and languid

To be an orator

To be "curvy"

GREATEST DESIRE

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CLASS PROPHECY May 1, 1946. imagine! I very seldom go to New York, and never have I had such a profitable visit as I had this last time. It is fifteen years since I finally graduated from Bancroft, and when one has to struggle through college, she loses connection with her prep school friends. While I was sauntering down Broadway, I happened to trip over my left foot, and as luck would have it, a passerby helped me up. She turned out to be none other than my dear friend Pooh Warner, and how surprised and glad we were to see each other! After we had finished exclaiming over our luck in "running each other down," I found out that she knew what others of our former fellow-sufferers are doing. It seems that Pooh had got a good start in her career after Dorothy Dix died. This column made her famous, and now she is answering love questions in the New York Times. I planned to spend the day with her, and as we walked on up Eighth Avenue, we passed an A. P. store. Who should be in the window but Dossy-Ann Sawyer, and can you imagine! She was dressed in a white high-collared smock, demonstrating whole wheat flower. Of course we had to go in and see her. Dossy-Ann had just received a letter from ,home saying that Mary Seelye was on the danger list at Memorial Hospital; she had been driving her little Ford, and had skidded into the policeman's stand on Lincoln Square. You know what a fog Mary was always in! At twelve o'clock Pooh was due at the last filing of the divorce suit for Betty Coley. We were in an awful hurry to reach court early (you know how soon the best seats are taken), but on Broadway we were attracted to a corner by the noise of a crowd gathering around a speaker. It was a Salvation Army meeting with the inevitable band, and the speaker was no less than Betty Muir on a soap box. We had always thought that Betty had a convincing way, but that she should climb to such heights was more than we had expected. At the trial it was , with her seven darling daughters, being pitiful to see Betty Coley X separated from the best-looking man for the most foolish reason imaginable —eating crackers in bed! This trial lasted until five o'clock, and then we went to Pooh's apartment for tea. On the way there we noticed a very smart little shop, furnished in the ultra-modernistic style, where beauty preparations were sold. Over the door was the name Nancy Orr, Inc.; so we rushed in. The saleswoman informed us that Miss Orr was on a vacation in Europe, climbing the Alps in a vain attempt to get her weight down to ninetyeight pounds. 'While we were at Pooh's apartment, I asked her about Ginny Cutting and Dottie Pierpont. Ginny now has an important executive position in Kalamazoo, organizing the unemployed with special direction over apple-selling. Dottie's dear husband left her, and now she is dyeing clothes at the Highland Cleaners and Dyers. Poor Dottie! After tea we secured tickets to see two renowned dancers. Alene Stein has

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taken Ruth St. Denis' place and is now Ted Shawn's partner. Dear Alene! I'm glad her ambition has been realized. We saw two old friends from W. A. there, who later drove us to a night club. It was where Texas Guinan used to be the "Queen of Night Clubs," but now our old conservative classmate, Kathryn Carleton, is hostess. When she sang "When the tel-tel-television tells me about you," she poo-poo-pa-dooped better than Helen Kane, of our school days. After this the orchestra played, and we danced, and danced— as in the good old days of 1931—and the next day I returned to Boston to continue my scene painting for the blind mice charity. JESSIE RATHBONE

SENIOR WILL , THE Class of 1931 of the Bancroft School, in the county of Worcester, Commonwealth of Massachusetts, knowing the uncertainty of this life, and wishing to dispose of our worldly goods while of a sound and disposing mind and memory, do hereby declare this to be our last will and testament, hereby revoking all other last wills by us at any time heretofore made. We give, devise, and bequeath as follows: Our place in the study hall we commit to the 1932 Seniors, to whose lot it falls by right of succession. The inspiration absorbed at Bancroft we commit to the Faculty who gave it, for use in future years. All Senior privileges, real and imaginary, we commit to the Powers that Be (whoever they may be) for disposition as they may hereafter see fit. To Jeanne Daniels we devise Virginia Cutting's acting ability. To Barabara Keck we bequeath Dorothy Ann Sawyer's "buxom and blithe" appearance. To Margaret Kinnicutt we leave Kathryn Carleton's record of strict adherence to the self-government rules. To the captain-elect of the Gray team we devise a vellum-bound volume of Alene Stein's speeches in assembly. To Anne Martin (who needs it) we bequeath Mary Seelye's quaint and modest manner. To Thayer Hunter (who wants it) we bequeath Beatrice Warner's alleged Spanish blood. To Harriet Coley, the fourth and last member of her family in the school, we leave the task of maintaining the Coley reputation for two more years. To Nancy Brown we devise Nancy Orr's femininity. To June Haviland we leave Betty Muir's skill in mathematics. To the Freshman Class we bequeath Jessie Rathbone's (non) attendance record at the Academy dances.

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To the three lower classes, to be divided in equal parts among them, we devise Dorothy Pierpont's sunny charm and efficiency at work, with which to stimulate their morale when it is at low ebb. To those of the Faculty who during 1930-31 have promised to undertake matrimonial or betrothal ventures, we leave our warmest felicitations. To all other members of the school in any way connected with the Senior Class, we bequeath our good intentions, one to each. All over and above this number, we bequeath to the incoming Freshman Class. In testimony whereof we hereunto set our hands, and in the presence of three witnesses declare this to be our last will and testament, this day of April 9, Anno Domini 1931. CLASS OF 1931 Signed by the testatrix in the presence of us, who at her request and in her presence and in the presence of one another, have hereunto subscribed our names as witnesses. EVANGELINE LEWIS LESLIE BAER ISABEL ARMS Drawn up by Rathbone and Warner Attorneys-at-law for the Class of 1931.

SENIOR SUPERLATIVES Prettiest—Dorothy Pierpont Most Obliging—Betty Coley Sweetest—Kathryn Carleton Best Sense of Humor—Jessie Rathbone Most Musical—Beatrice Warner Most Capable—Betty Muir Most Athletic—Alene Stein Most Studious—Nancy Orr Most Versatile—Dorothy Ann Sawyer Best Natured—Mary Seelye Most Popular—Virginia Cutting

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CLASS OF 1934 Presidents Faculty Adviser

MARY RANDOLPH, first semester EDITH BLAKESLEE, second semester MISS GROFF

Betty Branch Deborah Lowell Nancy Brown Natalie McCarthy Betty Chase Anne Martin Catherine Forbes Betty Newkom Jean Kendall Helen Windle Mary Woodworth

CLASS OF 1933 Presidents Faculty Adviser

PRISCILLA JOHNSON, first semester MARY DUPREY, second semester MISS LEWIS

Faith Adams Marjorie Adler Harriet Coley Barbara Keck Peggy Kinnicutt Ruth Townsend

Grace Orr Sally Pratt Lois Riley Amy Runo Eleanor Thayer

CLASS OF 1932 Presidents Faculty Adviser Isabel Arms Ruth Brown Jeanne Daniels Betty Gardner Alice Goff June Haviland

LESLIE BAER, first semester DOROTHY ELIAS, second semester MISS SMITH Thayer Hunter Nancy Johnson Lucinda Lyseth Barbara Pierpont Valerie Torrey Betty Wood Florence Young

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THE JOY OF GIVING AND RECEIVING like everything else, has changed in the past seventy or CHRISTMAS, eighty years. When grandfather was a boy, his Christmas was not exactly like ours of today. Today we are apt to think of Christmas as a time of receiving and giving, of wrapping packages, of queerly shaped parcels, and one grand hustle. In grandfather's day there was no rush in buying and sending off presents, for Christmas was thought of as a day for the children who stood wide-eyed watching preparations for the great dinner, and listening to amazing tales of the wonders of Santa Claus. At night they hung up their stockings and were delighted to find nuts and fruit in them in the morning. I am afraid a child of today would be rather disappointed with such an ordinary thing as fruit. The most wonderful gift that grandmother or grandfather got was a picture book. A book with pictures was a thing unheard of in most families, and when a child was lucky enough to get one for Christmas, it was carefully covered with paper, and the children were allowed to look at it only on special occasions. Another great luxury was stick candy. Children did not have candy very often and what they had was always home-made. Today Christmas is a day for young and old. There is always a last minute rush, a worry for fear someone is forgotten, and a continuous struggle to the postoffice with an arm load of presents. As Christmas draws nearer, we pinch and poke, and rattle, and squeeze, and try to read through the paper, and finally open one or two parcels that cannot be resisted. In shopping there are always some presents we leave until the last day. Mother's is one. What to get Mother is always a problem. Last year it was some silver, the year before a vase, and the year before a picture, and this year—well, I have seen some very good-looking vases. Poor Father! Thank

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goodness, I am not and never will be a father. The most he gets for Christmas is the bill. There is no mystery or suspense to any of his presents. That long one is a tie; if this isn't handkerchiefs, it's socks. Young brothers and sisters are not hard to shop for. They begin to think about two months before Christmas, and every time something comes to their minds they announce, "You can get me some checkers, or an electric train, or a knife, or a box of oil paints, or a necklace, or a book for Christmas." The desired present may range anywhere from forty cents to ten dollars in price. There are in all the great variety of gifts two kinds, the useless and useful. Of course, there are many different sorts under each of these. Useful gifts include clothing, usually lingerie or accessories, books, jewelry, furnishings for a room, and the ever-desirable handkerchief. Useless gifts are those that do not fit, those that clutter up the dressing table, or those that fill up drawer space. What is more discouraging than to open first, as the most mysterious looking, a big box, and find a delicately tinted organdy case filled with many little cotton balls of pastel shades? I have been fooled on that one too many times; I always open the little ones first. Next to cotton powder puffs, I detest such little gifts as hand-painted shoe horns (I never used a shoe horn in my life), gossamer handkerchiefs that do not deserve their name, and bath salts which are superfluous both as to cleansing and scenting. But such gifts must appeal to someone or they wouldn't be made. As there are different kinds of gift, so are there classes of givers. Some have a reputation for sending just the right thing; others something that you could do just as well without. Aunts have the habit of belonging to the latter class. They dote on beautiful lace-top nighties when they know perfectly well that you wear pajamas, or they send ties and scarfs of the latest color, so late in fact that they refuse to blend with anything. As a giver I have tried to avoid sending wearing apparel except to one whose birthday comes a short time after Christmas. How I pity the people with birthdays in early January. They fall heir to many a gift that some one else didn't wear or couldn't squeeze into. I love to receive presents (who doesn't?), but for me "thank-you" letters take some of the fun out of Christmas. How difficult it is to write to Aunt Mary to thank her for her lovely orange scarf "that goes with my dress beautifully," and which is folded away in a lower dresser drawer; or to thank Aunt Gertrude, who saw me last about five years ago, for the "darling nightie" that my little sister is wearing. It seems unbearable to us to think of receiving one picture book and a stick of candy for Christmas, but I should not be surprised if the children of the 1840's and 50's did not enjoy Christmas just as much as we of today, if not more, because they appreciated everything they received. KATHRYN CARLETON, 1931

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CHRISTMAS Christmas! MERRY Whisper shadows of the dawn To a child, who after waking, To her joy finds day is breaking. And in the frosty air so chill, She tiptoes to the window sill, And peers out on the morn. "I'd like," she says, "to hear again That call of Merry Christmas!" Merry Christmas! Call some clear yet tiny voices Up to her. Can she be dreaming, Or is it someone else's scheming? Then she sees a hundred snowflakes Smiling; all are living flakes. All are dancing, sparkling, happy. They are bidding her be gay By saying, "Merry Christmas!" Merry Christmas! Scream the brilliant rays of sun; And the child, with ears now ringing, Imagines all the world is singing. Each ray, a tiny poison dart With joy the venom, stabs her heart, And fills her with such ecstasy, She must respond impulsively, By crying, "Merry Christmas!" MARY B. SEELYE, 1931

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PICTURE POSTCARDS T DISLIKE having the mail that I write, read by anyone but the person for 1 whom it is intended; neither do I enjoy having mail that is directed to me personally, read by others before I have even seen it. When picture postcards were first originated, they probably were interesting to receive, and might even have had some real message on the back under the heading "Correspondence." But those days are long since past. Picture postcards have degenerated—degenerated, I say—to something ridiculous. Haven't you always the feeling that a card you write will be read several times before it reaches its destination? And after all, it is only natural, because there it is staring the public in the face. Consequently, the "correspondence" on the back has gradually reached a point where it conveys nothing at all. There are a few clever postcard writers, I admit, but very few. Phrases such as this are commonly found: "Just a card to let you know that I'm still well," or "This is a picture of our hotel, x marks my room," or "The swimming is grand—wish you could be here too." Of course you are glad to know that your friend or relation enjoys the swimming, but "wish you could be here too" on the back of a card seems purely a social remark. And is it so interesting which room, out of the hundreds of rooms all alike, is the one where your Aunt Mary sleeps, that she must deface the picture by placing a large black cross on it? (Not that the picture is pretty, but that the cross makes it that much worse). As for the times when Uncle John, or Sally, or George, begin with "Just a card", I am disgusted; as if I didn't experience enough displeasure at receiving only a card, without being told that it is one. It is out of curiosity, I suppose, that people seem to have a natural impulse, or even mania, for reading anyone's postcard. I know of a small town where the sorting of the mail is actually delayed because the postmaster finds amusement in reading the postcards. I have received cards at home, and started to read them out loud when some member of the family has mildly remarked, "Don't bother to read it." Upon which I condemn the audacity of anyone's sending me such useless bits of mail. Of course there are different sorts of postcards: some of hotels and bathing beaches, others of mountain views and woodland paths, some of comic people, others of beautiful parks. A few are moderately pretty, but the rest are unbearable. I have known people who save all cards received during the summer (something I cannot understand). Of what earthly use is a postcard when the picture is homely (as the majority are), the correspondence is commonplace, and the card itself lacks interest because it is gaped at by the world. MARY B. SEELYE, 1931

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PEOPLE'S SHOES judge people by looking at their shoes. A friend of mine yOUoncecannot made a most startling and disconcerting statement to the effect that on seeing people for the first time, she always looked first at their shoes and drew her conclusions about them from the impression the shoes conveyed to her. She declared that this had proved an excellent test of personality, which had never yet failed her. As I took a sidewise and downward glance at my footwear out of the corner of my eye, I felt self-conscious. I have a tender spot in my heart for old and comfortable shoes. Their looks mean absolutely nothing to me; it is their age and past experience that count. Shoes that have been well seasoned by tramps through unblazed woodland trails, have had a thorough soaking on a wet night until the water in them made delightful squashy noises with each step, have hiked along dusty roads and played in many a rough hockey game—these are the kinds of shoes I delight in wearing. Then do I feel a really fond attachment for them. My friend went on to say that aristocratic people wear aristocratic looking shoes. If a woman is really a fine type, her shoes will be well-groomed and neat. Although in every other article of clothing she may be stylishly dressed, her coarseness or lack of refinement will inevitably crop out in her shoes. They will always give her away. I strained the corners of my mouth into a forced smile, but changed the subject as quickly as possible. My shoes were anything but smart looking at the time. They might easily have belonged to a bricklayer's daughter who was in the habit of helping her father in his work. I did not forget her statement, and on the subway the next day, I glanced at the row of feet opposite me. I first picked out a pair of long, narrow, but very chic looking black leather shoes trimmed with handsome grey lizard. "This person will be very elegant and well bred," I thought to myself before lifting my eyes to her face. Imagine my shock when I observed bunches of frizzy peroxide-yellow hair bursting from beneath a black velvet beret, perched on the back of her head in a rakish fashion. Her cheeks were painted a brilliant orange. Her jaw was in constant motion as her gold teeth vigorously kneaded a piece of Wrigley's gum. "This," thought I, "has not proved my friend's statement." Next I chose a very loud pair of black and white men's sport shoes with red laces. I expected to see checkered golf knickers and a red sweater, a diamond tie pin, and a derby as crowning glory. Instead, the man's soft brown suit was in perfect taste; it had probably been bought at a fine Fifth Avenue shop. He wore no tie pin and his hat was not a derby. He was a very cultured looking old man with a kind, intelligent face, and his nails were manicured. Once more I tried, this time selecting a shining pair of patent leathers wth white spats. It would no doubt be some rich dude whose time was occupied in being over fastidious about all the little details of dress. He would probably have

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a black moustache, and his hair would be as shiny as the patent leather of his footwear. As my eyes traveled upward, I saw a pair of knotty black hands folded on blue and white striped overalled knees. His dirty shirt was open at the collar and the perspiration rolled down his coal black neck and face. Then I noticed with a start that we had stopped at my station. I sprang out of my seat with the jerk of the stopping train, and leaped onto the platform. I was then determined that my friend should try a similar test. We went down town together the next week on the elevated. I called her attention to the shoes. We had a most amusing trip trying to guess at personalities in this way. The results were even more ridiculous than those of my subway trip. I was intensely relieved when she contradicted her statement by saying, "Well, I thought one could determine character from shoes! I have changed my mind; it's a woman's privilege." I breathed a sigh of relief, determined that when she came home to supper with me I should don my wonderful sport shoes. (The ones I had on, though very smart looking, pinched my toes.) If she had drawn any conclusions upon my character that fatal morning when I had worn the old ones, she would reconsider it now. At any rate, I went to bed happy that night, thinking triumphantly, "Judge not a man's character from the attire of his feet; it cannot be done." ALENE STEIN, 1931

VALENTINES from that of yesterday, although

of today is far different THEtheValentine sentiment is the same—a thought and wish that a certain person will "Be My Valentine." The valentine of yesterday was beautifully engraved with a picture of Dan Cupid standing between two lovers. The whole valentine was' adorned in a delicate lace dress, with several ruffled petticoats hiding beneath the skirts; and enfolded amid all this finery was a tender jingle: Roses are red, Violets are blue, Sugar is sweet, And so are you. This beautiful gift was brought by a shy little boy to the sweet girl with the auburn curls who lived around the corner. Today we receive in the mail an interesting envelope, and upon opening it we find a picture of a long-necked giraffe speckled with hearts, and the sentiment Be My Valentine, for I'd like to "neck" with you. This is thrown into the waste basket

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with a careless laugh; the other was pasted in a scrap book, to be admired forever. However "frilly" or "wise-cracking" valentines are or have been, they will always be prompted by the thought of others. VIRGINIA CUTTING, 1931

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MET you on my path of life: We paused awhile and danced together; We talked awhile, light, filmy talk; We laughed awhile, gay surface laughter; I did not think what might come after. We parted and resumed Life's march, You going one way, I the other; My path leads on, but I remember. Your road winds far, and you forget; Soon too I'll slip from Memory's net. The music of the dance fades slowly, As does the light left by your smile. The dance was swift, it left me giddy; Your shallow words seemed to have meaning, But now I wake, I have been dreaming. It was a moment's interlude From off the trail, Fate's patterned trail: We talked awhile, light filmy talk; We laughed awhile, gay surface laughter; A hollow echo followed after. ALENE STEIN, 1931

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GARDENIAS to get?" That was the question in William Wentworth's mind. Bill was thinking, and the cold New York wind that swept up Madison Avenue did not in the least freeze his spirits. He was in love! That was all, but it was everything. He had been to a dance the week before and had been completely captivated by Nancy Bryan's sunny smile, snappy blue eyes, and soft Georgian drawl, which is so pleasing in contrast to the broader Northern accent. Now Christmas was approaching, and he had no idea what to send her. Somehow, he didn't want her to drop him from her memory. Candy? No: That was too common. Perfume? He did not know what kind she liked. Books? He had never inquired what type of literature she enjoyed. "Oh heck!" he muttered under his breath. He wandered down the street, regardless of time, direction, or place, only thinking of the beloved voice that said "Bill" so sweetly. Suddenly remembering himself he looked up and saw—Wadley and Smythe, Florists. "Hurrah!" Bill shouted, and made a dash for the door. An inspiration had come at last. "Could I help you, sir?" a soft voice inquired at his elbow. "Why-er, yes please; I'd like to see something in the way of flowers that are—a—I don't know exactly the name but er—something, you understand for a lady—a pretty lady." "Certainly, sir. Would you like to see anything in roses?" "No, thanks." The name "roses" had even sounded common when he thought of sending them to Nancy. Something better for her—the angel! "Carnations then?" "No, thanks, not those either." Those were too harsh and sturdy for Nancy. "Orchids?" The poor clerk began to think the man was crazy. Just then the door opened in the far side of the shop, and a clerk came out bearing an armful of the most beautiful flowers Bill had ever seen. Tinted ivory, delicate, fragrant—how like Nancy! In his excitement poor Mr. Wentworth could hardly speak, "Those—." "Gardenias." The clerk's face lit up. Crazy as the customer might be, if he bought gardenias at five dollars apiece, he was worth some shrewd business. "I'll take twenty-five dollars' worth." "Very good, sir. Where shall I send them?" "To Miss Nancy Bryan, 24 South Girard Boulevard, Atlanta, Georgia." "Very good, sir." Bill walked out of the store with a firm stride. The day had brightened, the sun had come out. In other words—he was looking at the world through rose-colored glasses. Now Nancy could never forget him. And he

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had written an effective card. He recalled it now, ''How like these flowers you are—Bill." Two days passed—Bill gave up hope of a telegram, but still wished for a letter. Two weeks passed—Bill almost gave up hope for a letter, but there was always tomorrow's mail. Two months passed—Bill gave up hope of ever hearing from her, but it was time for him to find out if the flowers had been delivered. Nancy was not rude. He reentered the store and the same clerk that had waited on him before came forward, "Good day, sir." "Hello!" Bill was in a hurry. "May I help you?" "Yes! I was in here about two months ago and ordered some flowers." "Oh yes! They were gardenias." -That's right. Now can you find a receipt that will tell me if they were delivered?" "Yes, sir. Just be seated a moment and I'll see if I can find it." Soon the clerk came back with a broad grin on his face. He handed the card to Bill, who read it with stricken eyes. "Wadley and Smythe, Florists, Branch—Atlanta, Georgia. Delivered to Nancy Bryan-25 baskets of gardenias at $1.00 per basket." A few moments later Bill came to his senses, realizing that gardenias grow in Georgia as dandelions grow in Ohio. And oh! that "effective" card. At last Bill understood Nancy's silence. BETTY GARDNER, 1932

CONVERSATION OF FRANK AND BEATRIX OMING into the hall of Walcote House, Frank Esmond threw his gloves

and plumed hat on the table near the door, and in his cheery, boyish voice called up the staircase. "Oh Beatrix! Art busy? Harry Esmond bath come back and is on his way here with mother. Trix, dost hear me? I say Harry bath come!" And still receiving no response, the impetuous young man bounded up the stairs and hammered on one of the closed doors, all of which opened on a long gallery. "Trix, Trix!" and again he pounded with both brown fists on the panels of the oaken door. Suddenly it was jerked open, so quickly that Frank plunged headlong into the room beyond.

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"Well?" demanded his sister, who stood watching him, her hands akimbo. "Well? Art done with breaking the door, sirrah?" Frank picked himself up and rubbed his head ruefully. "Art done with breaking my head, Mistress Trix?" he mimicked. "Thou art clever at breaking heads, and methinks hearts as well!" The young lady laughed and tossed her dark curls. "Not so slow at that yourself, sirrah!" she flung over her shoulder, as she turned back to the dressing table, where it was plain she had been interrupted by Frank. She sat down on the bench, and as she drew out of a drawer a pair of stockings, red silk and silver-clocked, her brother burst into a jolly laugh. "So-ho, my fine sister, dressing up for our captain, art thou? Dost think that such a man would deign to notice mere stockings?" Then shaking a playful finger in her face, he added, "Now I know how you broke poor Blandford's heart. You have him down in the dumps about you, sly minx!" He laughed at her, screwing his handsome young face into a mocking frown, and ended this tirade by giving one of her dark curls a playful tweak. This last was too much for the impatient Beatrix. She flew up in a rage and boxed her brother's ears. "I'm not a minx! I'm not, I'm not! Say it as much as you like, you still know it's not true!" she flashed, and covering her face suddenly with her hands, she burst into unrestrained weeping. When this flurry was over, Frank bowed elaborately. "My abject apologies for hurting you," he remarked. "You are very appealing in tears. Really you should cry more often; you might even try it in public!" Then he skipped nimbly through the door just as a small box, hurled by Beatrix, barely missed his head. Laughing over this, the irrepressible young man made his way down the stairs and into the lighted hall, to await the arrival of Lady Castlewood and Henry Esmond. THAYER HUNTER, 1932

RAIN PLEASE I sit here looking out of a window of my house on the hill, my eyes Astravel down to a winding cart road which, hot and dusty, seems to cry for water. Everything is longing for rain. The maples, redder this year than ever before, are panting for it. Listless and dried, the oaks are making an appeal in their brown withered dresses. The poplars are waving their thirsty yellow heads and crying, "Rain, please! Rain, please!" in the swish of the tired autumn wind. As I walk through the underbrush, it crackles in protest against my foot, asking for water. Please, Mr. Weather Man, can't you take pity on your thirsty children and give them rain? JUNE HAVILAND, 1932

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MY BUGBEAR \ TALKING home from school is my greatest bugbear. When school is over at three-thirty, I trudge with lagging steps to the cloak roam, where I hunt for my overshoes and jacket among a bevy of girls as anxious as I am to get home. I start on my way. To the corner of Highland Street is not such a disagreeable part of my walk as the next lap. Every step my overshoes fill with slush: squish-squash, squish-squash. Over Dover Street by dozens of two story houses I shuffle and skid. Then Oak Path is such a relief; trees and unshovelled paths are a treat in comparison with hard icy walks bordering "refined" tenements. But this one enjoyable part of my walk is spoiled by the "Twins." Usually by the time I am half way along Oak Path they have caught up with me. Then my life is in danger. They throw snowballs at me, forgetting that I am a Junior, and they only eighth graders. At the end of the path they leave me and I breathe a sigh of relief. Thank goodness! Only a few more minutes and I'll be home. As I enter my yard, our two dogs tumble over each other to welcome me. What joy! My bugbear is over for the day. JUNE HAVILAND, 1932

NIGHT warm darkness of the night seems silent, but upon listening closely, THEI hear several separate sounds: the brittle rustle of palm leaves as they sweep together in the quiet breeze, the calm murmur of little waves as they splash gently against the canal wall, the sound of music so distant that only the highest notes come to me, pure and clear, floating like fairy bubbles. Beyond the canal I see the ocean, velvet-black, its restless surface fleetingly streaked with silver moonlight. I am aware of a new sound; I have heard it for several moments but have not noticed it till now, like the noise of long grass blown before the wind. Two lights, one blue, one red, not harsh and jarring, but soft, pleasing colors, advance slowly up the canal. A long, dark shape gradually takes form before my eyes, the red and blue lights attached to each end. A gondola glides through a ray of light on the canal. quietly, like the wind which stirs the grasses. The sound of moving grass grows faint, then ceases, leaving only the rustle of palm leaves, and the quiet lapping of the waves on the wall. ISABEL ARMS, 1932

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THE MOVING PICTURE (Inspired by Arthur Guiterman's Rimed Reviews) one is laid in Tomkinville sCENE Where pretty, sprightly Edith Tarent, The daughter of a clergyman, Keeps house for her beloved parent. Her love is sought by two young men, Bill Benington and Johnny Roys, Who always have been best of friends— (They both are fine upstanding boys). Scene two, the friends must go to war: For Edith this is dire affliction; To Bill she gives a lock of hair, But to young John her deep affection. The boys both join the flying corps And there win highest commendation. Scene three they quarrel (sad to state), Each claiming Edith's adoration. With angry words the boys set out Upon a spying expedition. Young Bill is loath to leave the ground; (He seems to feel some premonition). Then in scene four Bill's motor fails, (They often do when one is flying) ; John pulls Bill from beneath the wreck To find that he is slowly dying. The tears stream down John's wind-burned cheeks As, dying, Bill is heard to murmur, "Tell Edith when you see her, John, My one last thought was that I loved her". In Tomkinville the last scene shows A cozy cottage filled with laughter, Where John and Edith, man and wife, Will live in joy forever after. ISABEL ARMS, 1932

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A BROOK IN SPRING AND IN SUMMER the cart-road is a little rustic bridge, built of sturdy pine logs over DOWN a rushing brook. Fascinated by the beautiful spot, one stops, leans against the log railing, and gazes down into the clear, dark pool below. On one side, the water pours down through a pine grove, whose majestic trees shade all but a few tiny patches of the dull brown pine needles. Further up the stream, a mass of greenery, entangled like a thicket, hangs over and hides the water, which comes splashing down through it over the rocks, whirling here and there in pools, then dashing on again. As the stream widens, the greenery grows less and less, until it almost disappears. The headlong course of the brook is checked at the bridge by the obscure depth of a pool; then, coming out on the other side, it dances as gayly as ever, like a carefree child, until it empties into a shallow pond, although it is scarcely more than a marshy meadow, flooded with muddy water. Coarse swamp grass and mazy weeds, unable to withstand the current in the center, cluster more and more thickly around the sides, until it is hard to tell where dry land begins. In summer all is changed. The water does not splash over the rocks, but quietly avoids them, as if hot and weary of work; the greenery is dried and yellow; the clear deep pool by the bridge is shallow and muddy; and what was a pool in spring is now a spongy mire with lazy red and yellow dragon flies and shiny blue darning needles humming above. The dust from the road covers the bushes, and the cool refreshing spot of an earlier season has been altered, as if by age, to a dreary, dusty landscape. BETTY WOOD, 1932

AUTUMN is the beautiful, dreamy child of the year, when all nature is in AUTUMN its glory. The orchards are laden with apples of "crimson and gold," and grapes hang in green and purple clusters. Oats and barley are "homeward borne," and the corn is gathered in. The trees are painted in the most glorious colors. The goldenrod and aster lord over every brookside and field as if they knew they were the most beautiful flowers of the season. These are the nutting days for the children, and the saucy squirrel joins in. the same pastime. There is a gladness in the air which makes one wish to go a-gypsying, and also a sadness at the thought that all the beauty of nature is soon to die. The "birds of passage" are holding secret conferences, and soon will "wing their flight" to tropical islands. The hunter's gun and the baying of the hounds break the stillness of the forest. The days are beginning to wane, and the nights are becoming colder, for Jack Frost is on his way. The autumn winds are sighing, and the harvest moon spreads its silver rays over the darkened landscape. Oh! who does not love September's glow and -October's bright blue weather"? FLORENCE YOUNG, 1932

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INVITATION ye one and come ye all COME To this festive castle hall! Come the country folk to see, Gay in rustic revelry. See the lord and lady dance, Round and round the children prance; Here the noble pudding comes Stuffed with raisins, figs, and plums. Gather now around the table, Eat as much as you are able; Sit around the fire and tell Tales that troubadours know well. Drink the wassail, hot and clear, Make an offering of cheer. Come ye one and come ye all To this festive castle hall! Come the country folk to see, Gay in rustic revelry. GRACE ORR, 1933

THE STAIRWAY OF MEMORY I stand, old and bent, nearing the top of my stairway, and looking HERE back into the past. Far back in the dim half-light at the foot, I can see a little girl with golden curls and blue eyes, perched disconsolate on the bottom step. She has the fragments of a china doll in her ruffled apron. How dim and dusty the picture seems; how long ago! A little farther up, the same girl, taller and older, stands waving over the banister to a figure disappearing through the door. She holds a bunch of violets in her hand and a lock of hair lies like a ray of light on their purple loveliness. She bends and kisses them. The next picture is nearer and clearer now; a lady bends over a tearful little boy who contemplates a ripped trouser leg and a scratched arm. She kisses his smutty little nose and motions him up the stairs. Next I see the ruddy glow of firelight. A man and woman are sitting in easy chairs; the woman darns stockings and mends a ruffly dress: but the man sits as in a reverie, his feet on a stool, his eyes closed, and his hands limp on the chair arm. The fire glimmers lower and lower, until there is nothing but embers, glowing faintly. There are but two more steps; one on which I stand, and the last. At the head of the stairs, a shining window lights the last step with a flooding, golden radiance. GRACE ORR, 1933

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THE PHANTOM SHIP

A YOUTH lay on the bank alone; His tangled locks were fair. He once had worn the finest shoes, But now his feet were bare. His handsome face was scratched and soiled, His clothes were stained by showers; His dreamy eyes saw far beyond This earthly world of ours. • He was not looking at the sky, Nor at the birds above; His gaze was fastened on the sea Which he had learned to love. His thoughts were wandering far and free; His longing heart was sad; His greatest wish to sail the sea, A chance he'd never had. Just then from out the mist there came A ship of high degree, With coat of arms on an orange sail; The men were dead, but free! With a cry of joy the youth leaped up; His arms were wide outspread. "Oh, take me too!" he cried aloud, "For I wish that I were dead!" The phantom ship sailed toward the shore, Its swelling sail on high, And took at last upon its deck The youth who wished to 'die. "Take me out to sea!" he cried, "The sea I love so well!" He stepped aboard the ship, and heard The ringing of a bell.

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DREAMS ON A WINDSWEPT BEACH I LOVE a windswept beach, a lonely spot, Where nothing can be heard except the beat And roar of waves; where earth and sea have fought For ages long. I've tried to find the seat Where Neptune sits on high, with round his feet A throng of mermaids fair; but all in vain I've sought, for he's below the ocean deep, Far from icy blasts and driving rain. These dreams on a windswept beach I'll save till life shall wane. MARY DUPREY, 1933

NIGHTFALL The church-bell chimes th' approaching twilight hour, And nestlings chirp good-night from branch and bower. The stately sun slips slowly to his sleep, The mystic moon comes up from caverns deep. The sleepy flowers hide their sprightly heads That no more fragrance may that night be shed. The night nymphs nature's sable stole unfurl And dewy darkness envelopes all the world. MARJORIE ADLER, 1933

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THE TRIAL OF REBECCA NURSE THE ACCUSATION NURSE, sitting in a little old straight-backed rocker by the REBECCA hearth, sewing on a patchwork quilt, glanced out the kitchen window and saw three of her neighbors reluctantly approaching the house. Goody Nurse smoothed her hair and straightened her apron in anticipation of a friendly chat with her visitors. As they came in the door she sensed that something had happened, for they looked weary and sorrowful, as if they had come on an errand that was unpleasant to them. The conversation naturally turned toward witchcraft, the topic that was uppermost in their minds. "What think you of these children, whom Tituba, Reverend Parris' West Indian maid, has been leading in the arts of heathenish pow-wows and conjurings?" asked one of the visitors. "I am grieved for them, by reason of the fits they are said to have, for people say that they are most awful to behold," answered Goody Nurse. "'Tis said," spoke one of the others, "that they are bewitched, and that it is the hand of the devil working through familiar spirits that afflicts them." "'Tis a sad time, for I believe that many who are accused are as innocent as I am. Indeed, 'tis not that I do not pity the poor little ones and pray for them, but it seems that these teachings of Tituba must have influenced them strangely. Ah yes! I sympathize with them, but still I think that they wrongfully accuse many pious people." "Oh, but Goody Nurse, 'tis truly sad news that we bring you, for 'tis said that you also have been accused." Goody Nurse sat still awhile, as if amazed; then she said, "Oh, why should this accusation be made of me? What sin hath God found me unrepented of, that he should lay such an affliction upon me in my old age?" The small figure seemed to shrink even smaller in the rocker, and the guests, their mission fulfilled, not knowing how to comfort her, left her alone by the cheery fire that cast shadows across her sorrowful face, filled with pain and bewilderment. THE TRIAL The trial was held in the meetinghouse. Hathorne, the magistrate, sat on his bench, his black robe enveloping his tall lean figure and his keen black eyes watching every move of the children afflicted by the witches. He was waiting for the arrival of Goody Nurse. When, proud and dignified, she had reached her seat, he began by addressing one of the afflicted: "Abigail, have you ever been hurt by this woman?" Abigail answered, "Yes, she beat me this morning." Just then Ann Putnam, another of the group of girls, fell into a fit, and cried out that it was Rebecca Nurse who was thus affecting her. As soon as

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order was established, Hathorne said, "Goody Nurse, these two complain of your hurting them. Do you wish to say anything?" She answered, "All I can say is, that I am innocent and God will clear my name." Touched by her answer and her innocent but depressed appearance, Hathorne attempted to make his questioning easier. She smiled at him gratefully, but as soon as Ann Putnam's mother realized that the trial was likely to be favorable to Goody Nurse, she screamed such awful incriminating words that in order to quiet her she was carried from the room. When the door closed behind her, shutting her off from Rebecca Nurse, she immediately became quiet and submissive. Goody Nurse knowing that this would be taken as evidence against her, and weary from all the noisy confusion, dropped her head on one side and closed her tired eyes. Abigail and Ann at once dropped their heads in exactly the same position. Abigail complained that she could not move, while Ann cried out to set Goody Nurse's head erect. As soon as it was straightened, the children regained their normal positions and the examination continued. What a remarkable witness Rebecca Nurse made, especially since she was old and deaf and still kept strictly to the questions, adding no unnecessary words. A bell announced that the jury had reached their decision, and they now entered the room. Rebecca Nurse, who had been absent from the room while the jury deliberated, was brought back, and her calm but weary face caused great feeling among the spectators. The foreman announced the verdict, "Not guilty!" At hearing this, Ann Putnam stuck pins into herself to make her cry out. Even the magistrate was startled and alarmed by the hideousness of her expression. When Goody Hobbs, who had confessed to being a witch rather than be hung, was brought in, Goody Nurse exclaimed, "What, do you bring her? She is one of us." Suddenly realizing that she had ruined her only chance of acquittance by her impulsive exclamation, Goody Nurse rested her aching head on one hand in utter desperation. Hathorne, finally convinced by the horrible manifestations of the children and their parents, sent the jury back for another discussion, giving the excuse that new evidence had been found against Goody Nurse. The jury, unable to agree even then, returned to the court room. The foreman rose and spoke to Rebecca Nurse. "What was it that you meant by speaking as you did when Goody Hobbs was brought in?" Goody Nurse, not hearing this question because of her deafness, remained sitting quietly in her chair. The magistrate looked at her inquiringly, but seeing that she was silent, he motioned the jury back into the ante-chamber. A few spectators recognized the injustice of what had happened, but were quickly silenced before their complaint could be made, and the jury reentered with a verdict of "Guilty!" Startled out of

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her usual calm by the terrible realization of the meaning of this verdict, Goody Nurse half rose from her seat, but closing her eyes from the horrible vision of death on Gallows Hill, she sank back submissive into the chair, her head bowed forward as if in one last prayer to God. BARBARA KECK, 1933

DAWN The moon and stars give sleepy yawns, The onyx sky turns pearly gray; From out the East comes silver dawn, To brush the web of night away. MARJORIE ADLER, 1933

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THE BLUE MOON DOROTHY ANN SAWYER, .11 Editor-in-Chief MARY SEELYE, '31 Associate Editor ISABEL ARMS, '32 Literary Editor JEANNE DANIELS, '32 Art Editor BARBARA PIERPONT, '32 Business Manager LESLIE BAER, '32 Assistant Business Manager MISS LEWIS Faculty Adviser year we are continuing the plan started last year, of publishing THIS an annual instead of two issues. Although financing a school publication is a difficult task, the present board has been fortunate in the results achieved. For the first time, the BLUE MOON Board started the school year with a balance of $100.00 in the treasury. Much to our surprise, the 1930 BLUE MOON was awarded a third prize of $20.00 in a contest conducted by the company from which the covers were ordered. In a contest held during October for 100% subscription in every group, the eighth grade girls were first in the Lower School, and the Juniors in the Upper School. However, the greatest source of funds, as usual, was the Christmas Fair, which has assumed great proportions among the school activities. This year it was more successful than ever, both socially and financially, due to the splendid co-operation of students, faculty, parents,

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and friends. The puppet show, managed by Betty Branch and Nancy Brown; the stockings, procured through the kindness of Marjorie Adler's father; the surprise packages, made by Miss Paige; and the luncheon, served by the Social Committee; were especially profitable. We wish to thank Mr. Demoorjian for his helpful advice with the drawings, and the whole school for their spirit in making contributions. We hope that this year's BLUE MOON is better than ever, and will set a standard for yearly improvement. DOROTHY ANN SAWYER

SELF-GOVERNMENT THE COUNCIL VIRGINIA CUTTING, '31 MARY SEELYE,'31 KATHRYN CARLETON, '31 LESLIE BAER, '32 DOROTHY ELIAS, '32 PRISCILLA JOHNSON, '33 MISS FISHER MISS CLARK

President Secretary Census Chairman MARY DUPREY, '33 MARY RANDOLPH, '34 BETTY NEWKOM, '34 Faculty Advisers

Self-government at Bancroft has been functioning for four years, and the present Board feels that there has been continued development during 1930-31. For the first time, every class except the Seniors has had two presidents elected each semester; the Senior class elects one for the entire year. This plan gives to more than one person the responsibility of her class, and brings out who the capable leaders are to carry on other school activities. Many people ask, "What is self-government? How can such a system work?" Self-government is the spirit of the Upper School which underlies all our activities, but is especially directed toward our conduct. We like to think of Self-Government not as the machine which makes us count our breaks, but as the ideal which makes us want to become more self-controlled, and thus more fit for the intercourse of everyday life. We have accomplished many things this year, some large and some small; but our greatest has been the sincere effort on the part of the whole Upper School to obviate the making of breaks. To help us do this, we have divided the breaks into two types with different penalties for each; one pertaining Lo concentrated study and self-control, the other to such matters as tardy excuses and running in the halls. If a girl has more than two breaks a week of the

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first kind, she is put into supervised study until she is voted out by the Faculty. At the end of each six-week term the breaks of each girl are averaged, and if she has more than ten of either kind, she loses one-half a census point. We have also stressed neatness. Two Freshmen have been appointed to keep the study hall neat for a period of two weeks at a time. An additional dressing room has been fitted up for those who keep gym clothes at school, and the appearance of both has improved greatly. The adoption of sister classes (Senior-Sophomore, Junior-Freshman) is a fine plan, since it brings us closer through outside parties and basketball games. Of course this plan is still in its infancy, but it can develop into a constructive force in school life. We do not say Self-Government is perfect, and its perfection will not be within our lifetime. But if all were perfect, life would hardly be worth living, because it is through our trials and tribulations that we attain the right sort of success. VIRGINIA CUTTING

CENSUS COMMITTEE KATHRYN CARLETON '31, Chairman LOIS RILEY,'33 RUTH BROWN,'32 EDITH BLAKESLEE,'34 ELEANOR THAYER, '33 MISS CLARK, Faculty Adviser THIS year the Census Committee has continued the plan started several 1 years ago, of recording the positions of the girls and the number of points that each position carries. The number depends upon the responsibility of the position, and the time that has to be spent on it. For example, the head of Self-Government, a very responsible position, carries four points, while most of the heads of activities carry two. Also playing on a varsity team or being a member of Glee Club or Dramatic Club uses up a certain number of points, as well as does taking part in the annual play and working on play committees. Each girl is allowed eight census points. Formerly every time a girl was in supervised study, she had one third taken off her total number of census points, but this year we have tried a new system by which a girl has one half of a point taken off for ten or more breaks during a period of six weeks. The object of the Census Committee is to see that, by apportioning the number of points, the outside activities do not require too much of any one girl's time and therefore do not interfere with school work. Also the Census Committee is continually on the alert to discover which girls are best KATHRYN CARLETON fitted for various offices.

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GLEE CLUB ELIZABETH COLEY, '31 BEATRICE WARNER, '31 ELIZABETH WOOD, '32 AMY RUNO, '33 RUTH BROWN, '32 FRANCES OMAR WEEKS

President Vice-President Secretary-Treasurer Librarian Assistant Librarian Director

the first meeting of the Glee Club a set of by-laws which had been ATdrawn up by the officers was presented to the Club and accepted. The laws provided for a short business meeting before each rehearsal, but later this was considered unnecessary and now only one a month is held. Because of the football tea dances at the Worcester Academy and because of the busy week-ends, the annual tea dance was abandoned. Until January, all rehearsals were devoted to the Thanksgiving and Christmas music; then Miss Weeks started the music for the concert to be given on April twenty-fifth. There was a great deal to be learned because, for the first time in the history of the Club, the concert was given without the assistance of the Worcester Academy. The usual dance followed the Glee Club concert, but the unusual feature this year was Ed Murphy and his orchestra. The evening was a financial, social, and artistic success. The Club's last appearance will be at Commencement. ELIZABETH COLEY

THE CHRISTMAS PAGEANT soft notes of "Silent Night" stealing out into the darkness of the THEcathedral-like Assembly Hall began, as usual, the Christmas pageant, on December nineteenth. A long procession of knights, ladies, monks, nuns, pilgrims, and peasants filed in, reverently singing Christmas carols; the varied colors of their medixval costumes blending into the soft candle light, and their voices, child-like at first, growing more full and sustained until the Upper School had entered. When all were seated, the curtains parted to reveal the cloister of San Marco, and Fra Angelico came forth to paint a religious picture; but failing to depict his vision as he wished, he fell asleep while praying for divine aid. A double line of angels in shining colors glided forward from the rear of the hall, followed by the familiar figures of Fra Angelico's Annunciation and Nativity. As if by magic, the angels, chanting continually, set the scenes of these paintings, and the figures stepped into their places. A faithful portrayal of the background, grouping, and coloring of the two paintings made these tableaux indeed "living pictures." The legend of Fra Angelico and the Angels was an unusual and lovely way of imparting the Christmas spirit to everyone. ISABEL ARMS

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LIBRARY COMMITTEE THAYER HUNTER, '32, Chairman DEBORAH LOWELL, '34 BETTY GARDNER, '32 MARJORIE ADLER, '33 ALICE GOFF, '32 BARBARA KECK, '33 Faculty Advisers MRS. MIDDLETON (First Semester) MRS. POST (Second Semester) year the Library Committee has attempted to manage the library in THIS a business-like way, and has been quite successful. A member of the committee takes charge of the library checking table at definite periods, and sees that all books are recorded in the charge book. A fine of two cents a day is collected if books are not returned within two weeks. In the fall, with the guidance of Mrs. Middleton, the committee worked very hard to put the books in neat order; then arranged them according to the catalogue; and recently have been cataloguing stray books. We were very sorry to lose Mrs. Middleton, who in her persuasive way helped us greatly, but we welcomed Mrs. Post and have enjoyed her cheerful assistance in the position inherited from her predecessor. We are continually viewing with satisfaction the way the girls cooperate with our system. THAYER HUNTER

DRAMATIC CLUB ELISABETH MUIR, '31 BETTY WOOD, '32 DOROTHY ELIAS, '32 HARRIET COLEY, '33 MISS GROFF

President Vice-President Secretary Treasurer Faculty Adviser

Dramatic Club held its first meeting at Gray Gables, Friday evening, THESeptember 19, the third day after the opening of school. Following the election of the vice-president and the secretary, plans for the coming year were discussed. The entertainment consisted of an interesting one-act play. The Impertinence of the Creature. At the second meeting, The Lady from the Sea was read by Miss Groff, and resumes of Ibsen's life and works were given by Harriet Coley and Faith Adams. Various plays for our annual production were discussed at our third meeting. For the Christmas program we reproduced two of Fra Angelico's paintings in tableaux with a chorus of angels. At this time about twenty costumes and a useful Italian arch were added to our equipment.

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On Monday evening, March 23, we gave the first presentation in Worcester of the Ivory Door, by A. A. Milne, which completed a successful run in New York two years ago. It was also the first production in Worcester having a modernistic setting which synchronized with a medixval atmosphere. Our receipts, about $450, were greater than ever before. A bi-product of this undertaking was the addition of many permanent properties, such as the medimval castle wall and gate, the newly painted backdrop, and the iron swords. We hope our future actors will never be hampered by the breaking of a wooden sword just at the crucial moment of a play. For a splendid set of dimmers we are indebted to the Players Club, who use our stage for their workshop productions. The last event which the 1930-1931 Dramatic Club is looking forward to is the annual banquet. This is one of the happiest occasions during commencement week, which is enjoyed by all members of the Club, not least because it falls on the evening following examinations. The Club wishes to express its gratitude to Mr. Keck and Mr. Judge who have constructed scenery; to Mr. Demoorjian, who has painted sets; to Mrs. Robinson, who has executed costumes; to Miss Weeks, who has had charge of the music; and to many willing workers among the faculty and students, without whose assistance the striking effects of the Christmas pageant and the Ivory Door could not have been achieved. Last but not least, we are indebted to Miss Groff for her interest as adviser to the Club, and her tireless work as director of productions, especially in the matter of diction. ELISABETH MUIR

COSTUME COMMITTEE AMY LUCINDA LYSETH, '32, Chairman ALICE GOFF,'32 LOIS RILEY,'33 HELEN WINDLE, '34 year for the first time the Dramatic Club has organized a committee THIS to take charge of costumes. Because our school has presented more and more plays, there have been gathered together many costumes, some quite valuable, and it seemed a shame to let them become soiled and lost for lack of attention. Our first task was to sort them under various headings, such as the Greek, peasant, Pilgrim, and so forth; and to record each one in a card catalogue. Then we adopted a system by which no costumes left the room without our knowledge. This has greatly simplified the rush at Christmas, and has facilitated costuming the school's numerous dramatic productions. We are pleased with the result, for there have been practically no costumes lost this year. With the same cooperation, we hope our successors may fare as well. AMY LUCINDA LYSETH

THE IVORY DOOR

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THE IVORY DOOR BY A. A. MILNE PROLOGUE King Hilary Prince Perivale Servant

Isabel Arms Faith Adams Amy Runo THE PLAY

King Perivale Brand (his body servant) Anna Thora The Chancellor Jessica Anton Beppo Simeon Count Rollo The Mummer Bruno (Captain of the Guard) Titus Carlo Soldiers of the Guard Phillo Princess Lilia

Virginia Cutting Elizabeth Wood Amy Lucinda Lyseth Mary Seelye Elisabeth Muir Leslie Baer Priscilla Johnson Harriet Coley Elizabeth Newkom Edith Blakeslee Dorothy Ann Sawyer Alene Stein c Barbara Pierpont Dorothy Elias Kathryn Carleton Marjorie Adler

A GLIMPSE INTO THE FUTURE The King The Prince

Alene Stein Barbara Keck

SOCIAL COMMITTEE NANCY ORR, '31 Chairman BEATRICE WARNER,'31 KATHERINE BIGELOW, 31 BETTY GARDNER, '32 VALERIE TORREY, '32 RUTH TOWNSEND,'33 MARY DUPREY,'33 GRACE ORR,'33 MISS ESTEE, Faculty Adviser HE Social Committee has had an unusually busy but interesting year. The first social event was the much anticipated tea for the new girls and Freshmen, on September eighteenth, in the Community Room. The girls found it easy to become acquainted and at the same time to devour delicious sandwiches, cakes, and tea. Miss Fisher and Miss Lewis presided at the tea tables.

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On October eighteenth tea was served at the prize-speaking and the exhibition of articles made during the summer. The two tea tables looked especially attractive, bedecked with bright-colored flowers and the new blue china, a gift to the school from the Social Committee. This year the Social Committee was greatly honored with the management of the BLUE MOON luncheon, on December sixth. It was served with ease and dispatch in the cafeteria, which was decorated for the occasion with Christmas greens and red candles. On the evening of January the seventeenth, the gym was transformed into a ballroom for a joint assembly of the Bancroft and Worcester Academy dancing classes. This is the first evening assembly ever held at Bancroft, and judging from the smiles, and the amount of laughter, and the comments heard at the dance and afterwards, we feel it was a success. Miss Lewis, Mrs. Holmes, and Mrs. Seelye received. Following the Lincoln vs. Bancroft basketball game, tea was served in the Community Room for the famished players and rooters, while the adults were served in Miss Fisher's office. The usual cold formality of teas, as well as the rivalry of the game, was forgotten, and the Bancroft and Lincoln girls chattered and talked over their tea like old friends. May the sixteenth is the date of the most thrilling affair of the year—our school dance; but the details will have to be left out because the BLUE MOON goes to press so early. NANCY ORR

COMMUNITY CHEST JESSIE RATHBONE, '31, Chairman BARBARA KECK, '33 NANCY JOHNSON,'32 NANCY BROWN, '34 DOROTHY ELIAS, '32 NATALIE MCCARTHY, '34 MARJORIE ADLER, '33 MISS SMITH, Faculty Adviser Chest, which was organized two years ago, has been able THEto Community render great help during this year of hardship due to the business depression. With $39.54 on hand from last year, and after having collected $382.70 we had a total of $422.24 at our disposal. To the Negroes from Hampton Institute, who sang in assembly again this year, we gave a scholarship of $100. Later we received a very interesting letter from the girl whom we helped, telling of her activities at the

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Institute. Then we voted $100 to be sent to the Golden Rule Fund. Before Thanksgiving we responded to a request for clothes from the Lee Street School. At the time of the Thanksgiving program, fruits, vegetables, and other foods, which were to be distributed by the Associated Charities, covered the stage front. For Christmas, we sent money and collected toys, books, and clothing for the children of City, Memorial, and Isolation Hospitals. Some individual boxes were taken by the pupils to poor families which they knew personally. Our second collection in February enabled us to send $50 to St. Michael's Mission for their new water system; $75 -to the Porto Rico Child Feeding Committee; $40 to Greece to care for some Athenian children whom we learned about through Miss Smith; and $10 to the Red Cross for relief work in those areas affected by last summer's drought. In March we received a letter from the Institute of International Education, asking for money to care for a German girl who had been taken seriously ill while studying in this country. A letter thanking us for $25 we had sent, told us that she was on her way to recovery. Our last check, $5, was written for the Audubon Committee, and at the time when this report was made, March 23, we had just filled a request for clothes from the Providence Street School. The committee wishes to thank the entire school for giving so generously that the Community Chest could fulfill all these requests in a time of great need. JESSIE RATHBONE

ATHLETICS FOR GIRLS SEPTEMBER, the two teams, the Blues captained by Dorothy PierIN pont, and the Greys captained by Alene Stein, were organized as usual. Now, as the BLUE MOON goes to press, the Greys are about 135 points ahead of the Blues; but the spirit on both teams is excellent, and the Blues are still hoping to see their colors on the big silver cup in June. In the fall the Upper School played hockey until nearly Thanksgiving. Points were awarded for winning each game. The Grey forward line and their excellent team work gave them a few more victories than the Blues. Dorothy Pierpont was a great help to the Blue team as center-half. The ladder tennis tournament will probably be continued in the spring, and the three at the top will play for the championship. Basketball was the winter sport. There were three Blue and three Grey teams this year. Each group played three out of five games, and the Greys

'THE RIDING MEET

CARROL ORR, ANNE MORSE, NANCY QUACKENBOSS, MARY LOUISE HIGGINS

NANCY CAMPBELL

EDITH KINNICUTT

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won in all groups, 50 points for the first teams, 35 for the second, and 20 for the third. Class teams also competed, the Seniors defeating the Sophomores, and the Freshmen, the Juniors. The Seniors and the Freshmen then played an exciting game which made the Freshmen the winning class team for the year. This year the riding has been successfully conducted by Mr. and Mrs. Jenkins in Shrewsbury, and has been done entirely in the open instead of in an enclosed ring. Both the new horses and the new place have been greatly enjoyed, and everyone is looking forward to the meet on May fifteenth, which will be very exciting to watch as well as to ride in. The apparatus work this year has been unusually interesting, principally because of the new horse on which one can do nearly every sort of jump he wishes. However, the old buck is still just as popular as ever. On April fourteenth the entire school took part in a gym meet which the Greys won by the small margin of 8 points. This winter was excellent for skating, but unfortunately the ice melted• before the Upper School could have their Carnival. The Greys won the Carnival in Classes III, IV, V, and VI. Their chief game was Hill Dill on the ice. The boys of the school challenged the girls and defeated them badly. The Upper School will begin track at the end of April, and Field Day will be held some time at the end of May. There will also be Blue and Grey baseball games, as well as an archery contest. In the Middle School, the Blues were stronger both in mat ball and soccer so that they won the majority of games in both. Vera Bullock, Eleanor Daniels, and Janet Heywood were outstanding on the Blue team. This group will also have baseball and track in the spring and will finish the tennis tournament. The Lower School started soccer and punch ball in the fall. The Greys were better than the Blues in this. Mat ball and baseball, too, were begun in this group. The teams thus far have both shown excellent spirit and if the Blues try very hard, they may be able to slip ahead before Award Day. However, the winning team cannot but deserve the cup for which every individual has done her best. DOROTHY PIERPONT, ALENE STEIN, Captains.

THE BASKETBALL TEAM

Forwards

{Alene Stein Virginia Cutting, Captain

Center—Betty Wood Side center—Ruth Brown Guards

Substitutes

Dorothy Ann Sawyer Betty Newkom

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Nancy Brown Edith Blakeslee Peggy Kinnicutt Anne Martin

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On March seventh our hearts were going twice their usual rate as we waited for the annual Lincoln-Bancroft basketball game to begin. The Bancroft team, led by the song and cheer leaders, entered to the tune of her song to Lincoln, which afterwards was taken up by the entire school. The whistle blew; pulses beat faster; and the game was on. Truly it was thrilling, although the final score was one-sided, 36-10, in favor of Lincoln. Our whole team played very well. Perhaps the outstanding events were Nancy Brown's taking Ruth Brown's position as side center, and Blakeslee's coming in during the last half as guard, and getting all Sawyer's passes. Newkom and Sawyer displayed exceptional team work during the first half, and Newkom also kept it up when she took Stein's place as forward during the second half. There was no doubt, however, that Cutting and Stein could not play their best without each other. Nevertheless, we think that we had a good team with adept substitutes, but Lincoln had a better one. The cheers and songs sounded inspiring from the floor, and we were proud of our blue and white cheer leaders, Fuzzy and Mary, and of Pooh, our song leader. After the game we joined our Rhode Island friends for a sociable and jolly tea. But time always seems to get ahead of us, and just as we were in the midst of our fun, the Lincoln contingent had to leave us. And so amidst more cheers and songs, we said our farewells till next year. VIRGINIA CUTTING

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WE NOMINATE FOR THE HALL OF FAME: MRS. GARDNER: because she not only has mastered the essentials of typing but has filled the position of registrar with dignity and graciousness: and because her kindness, her tact, and her sympathetic understanding have made her a successful resident chaperone at Grey Gables. MRS. MIDDLETON: because she was for seven years an interested and expert instructor in Latin at our school, and because her modest and quiet presence has been and will be missed more and more. MISS KNOWLES: because her energy and enthusiasm as a teacher are perennial, and because her long, faithful, and loyal service to Bancroft deserves our respect and admiration. MR. DEMOORJIAN: because his personal appearance and manners are impeccable, because he has a genius for teaching modelling, and because he has been invaluable as an adviser on the art work for the BLUE MOON. LUCINDA LYSETH: because she excels in efficiency on committees, because by indefatigable labor she has put the costumes in order and devised a system for keeping them so, and because she made a comedy part in the Ivory Door something to be remembered. JEANNE DANIELS: because she learns history so thoroughly, because she is an expert horsewoman, and because her talent for drawing and her faithful work have contributed so largely to the success of the 1930 and the 1931 BLUE MOONS. MARJORIE ADLER: because she is imbued with school spirit, because she is an accomplished actress, and because in one leap, as it were, she has advanced from Booby Prizes to the Hall of Fame.

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WE HAND A BOUQUET TO Miss Paige for expert direction of the children at noon hour. Miss Woodward for dry wit. Mr. Judge for popularity in "ladies' choice" at school dances. Grace for skill in the culinary art. B. Keck for ability to study constantly and profitably. B. Wood for high rank in scholarship. N. Brown for skill in athletics.

FACULTY MATRIMONIAL RECORD 1930-31 Yarrow-Mansfield Emery-Robinson Stowe-Middleton

Wedded

Judge-Rich Woodward-Holden Jackson-Morrison

Betrothed

FACULTY EPITHETS Miss COBB--originial MR. DEMOORJIAN—willing MISS DENISON—good sport MISS ESTEE—conscientious MISS GROFF—x MISS JONES—responsible MR. KECK I —versatile MR. JUDGE MRS. KELLEY—entertaining MRS. KNAPP—solicitous MISS SMITH—witty MISS WEEKS—vigorous MR. WILLIAMS—reserved MISS WOODIS—artistic

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SCHOOL CALENDAR September 22 September 24 September 29 October

October October October October

6 13 20 27

October 31 November 3 November 8 November 12 November 17 November 24 December 1 December

December

December 18 January 5 January 12 January January January

17 19 26

February February

3 9

February 16

Assembly: Upper School summer poems. Old girls' tea for new girls. Assembly: Upper School summer poems; selections from Tannhauser. Concert by Nevada Van der Veer and string quartet from 'Worcester Music Festival. Assembly: Middle and Upper School summer poems. Assembly: Middle School summer poems. Assembly: Lower School summer poems. Virgil, a play of Virgil's life, by Miss Drury, given by Upper School girls. Prize-speaking and exhibition of summer work. Assembly: The Hampton Singers. Assembly: The October Calendar by Class III. Tea Dance for Upper School at Worcester Academy. Assembly: Mr. H. C. Mackarniss on Kipling's poetry. Thanksgiving service and play, Squanto, by Class VI. Assembly: "The Crime Situation," by the Contemporary History Class. BLUE MOON Fair. Dancing Class Assembly at Worcester Academy. Assembly; program of songs by Mrs. Langdon Simons and Mrs. William H. Sawyer. Christmas pageant: The Legend of Fra Angelico. Assembly: Mr. Lynch on musical instruments. Assembly: Current Events by Miss Clark, and an Uncle Remus story by Mrs. Smith. Dancing Class Assembly. Assembly: Shakespeare's sonnets by the Sophomores. Assembly: Mrs. Otis Carl Williams in Elizabethan songs, accompanied by the lute; Betty Wood, Isabel Arms, and Marjorie Adler in The Beau of Bath, by Constance Darcy. Assembly: Mr. Arthur Rice on Guatemala. Assembly: Contemporary poetry read by Miss Groff; Cesar Franck Symphony in D minor on victrola. Assembly: Classes II, III, and IV in folk songs, accompanied by their toy orchestras.

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March March

7 9

March

April April April April April May May June June June

6 11 13 14 25 15 16 4 '4 5

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Assembly: Classes V, VI, VII, VIII in folk songs, and a talk on folk music by Bradley Wood. Basketball game with Lincoln School, Assembly: Scenes from Julius Caesar by the boys of Class VIII. Assembly: Talks on the Industrial Revolution by the Modern History Class. Dramatic Club play, The Ivory Door, afternoon performance. Assembly: Mrs. Marshall Goold on her garden, The Ivory Door, evening performance. Assembly: Mrs. Earle Smith in three groups of songs. Sophomore progressive dinner for the Seniors. Assembly: Mr. Olds on Japan. Gymnasium exhibition. Glee Club Concert and Dance. Riding Meet. School Dance. Award Day. Middle School play, Antigone. Commencement.

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JUNE AWARDS 1930 SCHOLARSHIP HONORS Awarded the Bancroft Medal LOWER AND MIDDLE SCHOOLS

Richard Coe, Class I Margery Ann Williams, Class IV Anne Marie Washburn, Class I Katherine Hobson, Class V Robert Carr, Class II Caroline Churchman, Class VI Mary Daniels, Class III Rosamond Riley, Class VII Edith Blakeslee, Class VIII UPPER SCHOOL

Barbara Keck, 1933 I Tied for second place. Elizabeth Wood, 1932 Awarded the T. Hovey Gage Medal Mary Randolph, highest rank in Classes VII and VIII Harriet Coley, highest rank in Upper School ATHLETIC HONORS LOWER AND MIDDLE SCHOOL GIRLS

Spirit Cup Posture Cup Classes III and IV Mary Daniels Margery Ann William's Classes V and VI Jean Berry Ruth Windle Classes VII and VIII Nancy Brown Edith Blakeslee Medals Soccer: Eleanor Daniels Mat Ball } Nancy Brown Apparatus Class VIII Archery: Mary Woodworth Track: Anne Martin Fall and Spring Tennis Tournaments: Edith Blakeslee Trophies LOWER AND MIDDLE SCHOOL BOYS

Football: Philip Thayer, Class V; Bradley Wood, Class VII Basketball: Lyall Dean, Class V; Jack Sawyer, Class VIII Tennis: Bradley Wood and John Pierpont, Class VII Riding: Robert Griffith, Class VII, 1st ; Philip Savage, Class V, 2nd; Douglas Kennedy, Class V, 3rd.

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Swimming: Lyall Dean, Class V; Carter Thayer, Class VII, 1st; Louis Dean, Class VIII, 2nd. Baseball: Merrill Higgins, Class V; John Jeppson, Class VIII Best Athlete: Bradley Wood, Class VII UPPER SCHOOL Posture Cup: Bernada DeMallie, 1930 Spirit Cup: Virginia Cutting, 1931 Athletic Cup: Cora Whitin, 1931 Riding Cup: Jeanne Daniels, 1932 Trophies Hockey: Dorothy Ann Sawyer, 1931 Basketball: Cora Whitin, 1931 Apparatus: Dorothy Pierpont, 1931 Track: Cora Whitin, 1931 Fall Tennis Tournament: Frances Blakeslee, 1930 Spring Tennis Tournament: Barbara Pierpont, 1932 SCHOOL TEAMS BLUES GRAYS Grays awarded the Jackson cup for greater number of points won during the year. CITIZENSHIP HONORS MIDDLE SCHOOL Silver Medal: Janet Heywood, Class VII Principal's Cup and Silver Medal: John Jeppson, Class VIII {Louis Dean, Class VIII Bancroft Medal Bradley Wood, Class VII UPPER SCHOOL Silver Medal: Bernada DeMallie, 1930

1930 CLASS GIFTS CLASS VIII: HISTORY REFERENCE BOOKS SENIORS: FIVE DOZEN SILVER TEASPOONS

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CLASS VIII

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CLASS VIII Herbert Anderson Mary Atwood Mary C. Bullock Robert W. Bullock Vera Bullock Janice Butler Claudius Byrne Peggy Carleton Eleanor Daniels Elizabeth Gaines Barbara Goodwin Robert Griffith Janet Heywood

Charles Hill Frances Hill Elizabeth Hoffman Barbara L. MacFarlane Ruth Maya11 William Mulvey John Pierpont Rosamond Riley Sylvia Spence Carter J. Thayer Osgood Bradley Wood Shirley Wright Thornton Young

HISTORY OF CLASS VIII 1921 found the kindergarten of Bancroft School full SEPTEMBER of rather awkward youngsters. Their work consisted mainly of playing with blocks and sand, with Miss Cook for teacher. The next year found us under Miss Rockwell in the sub-primary. We made a Dutch Village, in which the whole class took part. We sang many songs, and in general became better acquainted with the routine of school life. In Class I, we were divided into two groups, the indoor and the outdoor, taught by Miss Hampton and Miss Hyde, respectively. Elementary writing was taken up and also time telling and reading. At the end of the year Janet Heywood left us to go to North Carolina. The next year found Rosamond Riley, Mary Atwood, and Carter Thayer members of our class, for they had been promoted from the sub-primary. We were taught the fundamentals of arithmetic, and spent much time reading under Miss Denison. 1925 found us under the supervision of Miss Cobb. John Endicott joined our ranks and John Pierpont re-entered after a year in Europe. We studied pre-historic man and delved, we thought, very deeply into the mysteries of astronomy. Sam Pierce joined the class at this time. In Class IV we became acquainted with Robert Bullock and Bradley Wood. We studied Greek and Roman history, arithmetic (which was mainly long division) and French. Bright and early one morning we assembled in Room V to acquaint ourselves with Miss Pratt, our new teacher. We experienced for the first time the trials and tribulations of French verbs. Fractions furnished another source of worry. Medimval history was taken up also. The girls took several

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nature walks in the park, while the boys had manual training. Ruth Maya11 and Herbert Anderson joined the class that year, Janet Heywood returned. During our sixth year of grade school Miss Woodis was our teacher; and Peggy Carleton and Bob Griffith joined us. Drawing and manuscript writing were taken up. Our French was in the hands of Mlle. Emery, who has been our instructor in French ever since. The girls continued their nature walks in the park, while the boys pursued their course in Manual Arts. In connection with history we gave a play, The Covered Wagon, which we considered one of the finest plays ever given by the Middle School. In Class VII we were divided into two groups for our history and English; one under Miss Lee, and the other under Miss Clark and Miss Lewis. Barbara Macfarlane, Janice Butler, Elizabeth Gaines and Dean Hoffman joined Class VII. Several members of the class took part in the annual June play, A Midsummer Night's Dream. This last year the boys and girls have had their home-rooms in different parts of the building, although Miss Jones has had both classes in arithmetic and algebra. The girls' history and English courses have been supervised by Miss Fullerton, and the boys' by Mr. Judge. Roman and Medixval history have been taken up. After we read Julius Caesar, the boys gave scenes from it in assembly. Barbara Goodwin joined the class. At mid-year a new system of self-government was started which has worked very nicely. For the past four years our music has been under the direction of Mr. Hanscom, Miss Yarrow, Mr. Nickerson, and Miss Weeks. The boys have had Mr. Allen, Mr. Paine, Mr. Knowles, and Mr. Williams in athletics; while the girls have had Miss Jackson and Miss Woodward. Members of our class have been prominent in riding, swimming, and track meets as well as in the less strenuous activities of the school. Having finished these years of learning and happiness, we are now graduating, well prepared for high school work and further achievements, the boys at other schools, the girls at Bancroft. ELIZABETH GAINES CHARLES HILL Historians.

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CHINA china lady stepped from her marble pedestal and walked A DAINTY across the sideboard to a handsome little engine painted on a plate. The little engine drew himself up proudly and said in his best voice, "I see you were used for flowers yesterday. They certainly were beautiful." "Yes," replied the lady, "I still have them, but the water is stagnant. You cannot see them because of the bowl. You were for dessert. Was it good?" "Very good, but sticky," said the engine. "The maid scraped me so hard that she scratched my sides and made them sore." Here the engine gave a groan as he thought of that painful operation. They were quiet for a minute. The lady broke the silence. "You know I used to ornament the Emperor's table in Berlin. I always had flowers and the water was changed every day, but things are different here. I remember the Empress' court dress. Madame's ball dress couldn't hold a candle to it." The little engine listened attentively, then said, "I am an exact copy of an engine that ran from Baltimore to Ohio before the land was thickly settled. He went through the forest, and over the hills and mountains, with his cars and passengers. He got so tired sometimes that he could hardly go." The engine talked in a dreamy voice as he thought of the real engine, and a far away look shone in his headlight eye. He paused for a moment. "Is that all?" inquired the lady. "No," said the engine becoming more animated. "On one of his first trips he met some Indians, who tried to kill the man who gave him his fuel. He was very scared and went just as fast as he could and shrieked terribly. That must have scared the Indians, because they went away." "I should not have liked to take those trips. Wouldn't you have been scared? I certainly would have. I liked the Emperor's polished tables with their lace covers. When the war was over and the Emperor was exiled, his things were sold at auction. I went with the rest of them. Madame bought me and brought me here." The little lady had tears in her eyes as she said these things. The little engine did not speak at once but sat quietly thinking. The room was silent except for the ticking of the old clock. It was suddenly broken by a shrill voice. Two maids entered the room. The first took up her complaint. "I says, says I to myself, if the lady don't give me more wages, I'm quitting." The other's reply was inaudible as they passed into the next room. The china lady sighed, "I get tired of hearing that kind of talk. The Emperor's servants never talked like that, and when they did, they used good German; but these servants use such terrible English." As the clock struck six, the little lady exclaimed, "I must be going for it

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is almost supper time! I promise to come back this evening." So she departed and went to her place on the pedestal. When supper was over and the children had been taken to bed by their nurse, the lady made her way around the big fruit bowl to where the engine stood. The two talked a long time. They told each other about their lives. The little engine was saying, "I was so happy," when the maid's voice sounded. They had not realized that they had been talking all night and that it was now nearly morning. The lady hastily said good-by and went just as fast as she could go back to her pedestal. RUTH MAYALL, Class VIII

A REVERIE As I drowse before my fire place With my book upon my knee, My thoughts begin to wander To dreamings of the sea. I see the waves before me, Now pounding on the shore; The fishes swimming seaward To the grassy ocean floor. Midst the crying of the seagulls As they dart around in sport, Are the white sails of the schooners Carrying cargo to the ports. But now I hear the roaring Of the waves beyond my view; And the pounding of the breakers As they crash with force anew. The sea is growing rougher As the strong wind plays its pranks; And the sky is turning darker As the clouds pile up in banks. Suddenly startled from my dream My book falls from my knee, And I waken from my thoughts, to find— 'Twas only a reverie. JANET HEYWOOD, GRADE VIII

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CHRONICLES OF A GOLDFISH a fan-tailed goldfish, and my name is Ezachiah. I live with my I AMmother, Cleopatra, and my older brother, Demosthenes, in the goldfish bowl at the Rileys'. My mistress is very careless and seldom cleans the bowl. The other day she presented us with some new furniture from Florida, which is exceedingly pretty, because it is white with red spots. My mistress also deposited in our yard two strange black things that crawl upon the walls and clean them quite efficiently. In a corner of the yard stands a funny looking animal that isn't alive as far as I can see. It looks as if it were made of the same material as the furniture, and it keeps falling over. I remember the first day our house was cleaned. The whole bowl had a very jiggly ride to another place. There we were scooped up in a thing that bruised my skin terribly. I couldn't breathe for a minute either. I was put into a horrible place with hardly any water and no windows. I heard much commotion, but I was tired from my sudden change, and I swam over by my mother and soon slumbered. The next thing I knew I was again chased and finally captured, then put back into cold water. It was simply delicious. Everything was clean and shining. The house had been rearranged with still more new furniture. I am quite used to this process now and don't mind it at all, but my sister Abulfazi died yesterday, because during the operations my mistress allowed some air to get under her scales. I seem to be censuring my mistress a good deal, but she is so thoughtless! I will say one thing for her—she feeds me well. I imagine that is because she eats so much herself. My mistress plays with a lump of white fur that sits outside our house. Once, a long time ago, a big grey creature that resembled this white object, leaped up beside the house and stared at all of us for a long time. Then suddenly he put his fin (or something that was where his fin should have been) on the roof and scratched at it. Mother says I should probably be dead now if it had not been for a hideous looking netting over the top of our dwelling. Mother and Demosthenes are studying reading now, and I am getting tired from this long narration. I feel that I am justified in taking a nap. ROSAMOND RILEY, CLASS VIII

HEADS was once a family of matches who were all very proud of themTHERE selves—that is, all except little Jimmy Match who was afraid that he would lose his head as soon as he was struck. The ten matches in this particular family thought that there never was or ever would be such a

THE BLUE MOON wonderful family of matches again—that is, all except timid little Jimmy who was very satisfied with his blue head and darker blue topknot, and Jimmy did not want to disgrace his smart family by ending in such a disgraceful manner as losing his head. This family of matches lived in a large box with forty-seven other families. One day the box was taken out of the dark corner and put in a big basket to go on a picnic, not, of course, because anyone thought that matches liked picnics, but to light the fire. After the fire had been laid very carefully, for it was a windy day, the man opened the box for a match. "Oh, don't try me!" cried nervous little Jimmy Match, slipping through the fingers of the man. He then chose Josephine, a very proud and haughty match. The minute she was struck, off flew her head. The man reached for another match. Jimmy drew farther into his corner. Next it was John's turn. His head never had been any too firmly set on his shoulders, and it fell off even before he was struck against a rock. One by one the matches were tried, and each head in turn snapped completely off. Then it was Jimmy's turn. He shrank far back in his corner, but he could not elude the grasping fingers of the man. "This is our last chance," said the man to his companions, as he fingered Jimmy. Jimmy was so scared that his little wooden heart went pit-a-pat, pit-a-pat. "Oh dear, oh dear, I shall do my best, but I know that I shall lose my head!" he cried fearfully. Sure enough, off went his head. It seemed to be a family trait, that of not being able to keep one's head. But just as it dropped, his head made one last feeble attempt and flared up, catching on to the piece of paper that the man fed carefully until he had a roaring fire. "I did my job even though I did lose my head," sighed little Jimmy as he was consumed by his own flame. BARBARA MACFARLANE, CLASS VIII

WHY? Did you ever think Why? Why? Well, why not? It is a WHY? simple little word, but one which can set the whole world thinking. Why? Because no one can answer it. Do you know why? It is the favorite question of little children and that is why we find their questions so hard to answer. It is true we can answer the question "Why do automobiles run?" by simply saying that they are made the right way to run. Why are they made that way? Because inventors have found that is the best way to make them. Why did inventors discover that? Because they were interested in research. 'Why? Do you see where this little question is leading us?

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Why am I writing this page? Because it is a required piece of work. Why is it required? Because it is supposed to help me in the future. But why? I cannot answer that. Perhaps someone else can, but there will be another "why" waiting around the corner which that person cannot answer. Indeed, it becomes a trifle perplexing when we come down to the question "Why did the universe ever come into being?" Who knows? Many people have tried to answer that "why." I wonder why? MARY ATWOOD, Class VIII

A WALK THROUGH THE GARDEN hot, sultry afternoon I strolled down the sloping terrace to our garQNE den. The flagstones felt cool under my feet. A gentle breeze arose and wafted the delicate odor of freesias and the spicy smell of sweet williams to me. I heard a little humming-bird chirp softly to his mate as if to warn her of my coming. The flowers nodded gently to each other as the breeze passed by them. I came to a small pool filled with clear, sparkling water. Bordering the pool were several spearmint plants with rich dark green leaves, which lent a spicy odor to the fragrance of the garden. At the left corner of the pool, was a butterfly bush covered with lovely light-purplish blossoms and small grey-green leaves. Over this bush hovered brightly colored butterflies as if waiting until the breeze stopped to draw the delicious honey from the fragrant flowers. I walked on farther until I reached my shady arbor which was covered with soft pink roses. I sat down there, and rested quietly while I listened to the birds singing to each other in the trees overhead. DEAN HOFFMAN, Class VIII

A GHOSTLY SHIP

THE waves were high, the wind was loud, As the ship was struggling on. The clouds were dark, the reef was black, As the ship was struggling on. A crash rang out as the high waves broke Against the Norman's Reef; But still the ship sailed on to sea, A ghostly ship was she. PEGGY CARLETON, Class VIII

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MOONLIGHT MAGIC WE drifted slowly down the bright moonlight path on the shimmering ASlake, the whippoorwills sang a plaintive wail for their mates and the little ones peeped softly now and then while waiting for some food. The moon was like a great dazzling light shining down upon the water, and we were loath to dip our paddles into the glimmering lake and disturb its peaceful slumber. The clean smell of the woods after recent rain was wafted to us, and added to the magic spell of the night. A heron lighted on a rock near us, and called, but when it discovered us, it flapped its mighty wings and flew across the lake, making a clear silhouette against the sky. A hoot owl called weirdly across the stillness, and blinked its two big eyes out at us from the shadow of the trees. The moon went slowly behind a cloud, and all was dark. Not even all the little twinkling stars could outshine it, although they tried very hard. The mountains around us loomed up majestically and hid the rest of the world from us like a great curtain. VERA BULLOCK, CLASS VIII

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AM standing on the sandy beach as the full yellow moon rises slowly, I first giving its rays to the sky from behind a cloud, then shooting a shaky, silvery ray into the ocean. The water is a very dark blue, except for the yellow line that the moon extends from the far-off horizon to the splashing waves which are breaking near my feet as the tide rises. I can see the lights of a steamer near the horizon, but the moon is going behind a cloud, and the picture fades away. WALTER BIGELOW BARNARD, 2ND, Class VII

NIGHT I SIT looking up at the black carpet above my head dotted with silver Asstars, I feel a chill in the air. Night! Mysterious, silver and black. Peering into the distance I see the shadows of a few trees swaying in the gentle breeze. I wonder how all this has come about while I am gazing at the silver balls of brightness. I see a dreary gray cloud floating in front of her majesty, the moon. It floats further away and I see the moon again. I must wander sleepily back to my warm, cozy house. As I go down the path, the stars still linger above my head as though they were following me. CAROLINE PROCTOR CHURCHMAN, Class VII

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THE "COLUMBIA" AR off the coast of New York stands the light-ship Columbia. This little craft has had many adventures, but there is one which stands out. During the World War there was a submarine called the S 37, which had been sent out by Germany to sink and destroy all American light-ships. After many ships had been sunk, word came to the captain of the Columbia that the submarine was in his area. He immediately put into port, armed his ship, sailed out to sea, and waited. Two days later a guard came running up to the captain. "Sub off port bow, Sir." "All men to their posts; man the guns." It was evident that the sub had not seen the little ship and was rising to the surface. "Ready—aim!" There was a pause. "Fire!" There was a great explosion, for one of the shots had gone home. HENRY JULIUS PINNEY, JR., Class VII

THE CAPTURE OF TRENTON men were standing still and cold, THEWaiting for their General bold. Then Washington stepped from behind a stone, And there he paused for a moment alone. His hand was resting on his sword, And silently he prayed to the Lord. Slowly they drifted across the river, The boat itself seemed ready to shiver. Who could forget that December night, With not a single lamp in sight? At last they reached the distant shore, As the clock in the church tower was striking four. Swiftly and noislessly they rushed ahead, And many a man wished he were abed. Four men were killed that eventful day, Silently on the field they lay. One thousand prisoners they took that day, As sleepily on their beds they lay. And Washington with joy returned, In the triumph and honor he well had earned. ANNE MORSE, Class VI

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AVIATION I like to watch a trolley car lit all as bright as day; I like to watch an automobile pass busily on its way; I like to see a sailboat trim and a steam yacht, too; But the thing that I like best of all Is a plane that looks so strange and small. Like a wasp that's caught in a summer breeze Buzzing over the orchard trees. PHILIP THAYER, CLASS VI

THE DAISY his great eye THESeessunnotwith so much as I; And the moon all silver-proud Might well be a cloud. Oh! in the jolly Spring I lead the life of a king! And in the tall green grass, I see each little lass. I look where no one dares, I stare where no one stares; When the moon is sailing high, Lambs bleat my lullaby. NANCY HUTCHINS, Class V

TOMMY AND PINS most kittens He has a tail a little longer than a bobtail, and claws, oh my! He isn't at all pretty —just a gray kitten. Our dining room chairs have open wicker seats, and Tommy scratches through. He has never been lost. He isn't the kind to get lost. He has broken a small milk pitcher. It fell down, and he and Pins drank up the milk. Pins is another cat we have. He is very lazy, and he can't catch mice. Tommy teases and plays with Pins a lot. Pins will sometimes wash him; then Tommy washes Pins. Tommy is very saucy. Pins came from Princeton. His mother was a tortoise-shell cat. She had two kittens: one yellow and white, and the other black and white. It was decided to name them Pins and Needles. Pins is the black and white one. FAITH BAKER, Class V

is our kitten. He is a mischievous little kitten, as TOMMY are. One minute he is downstairs, next minute he is upstairs.

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UNEXPECTED Elm Street peacefully came No. 79786 and up Linden Street ALONG came the trouble. Old Man Trouble was in a flivver and the driver didn't know it until crash! His car was a ruin. 79786 had the right of way and the flivver knew it, but old Man Trouble, or Imp of Mischief, had the best of him. Anyway, the two cars had a fight. BULKLEY SMITH, JR., Class IV

A STRANGE TRIBE IN CENTRAL AFRICA Africa there lives a strange tribe of people called Pygmies. They INliveCentral in the forest where vines grow one hundred feet in length and six inches in diameter. It is a hot climate and very damp indeed. Their villages are very small. They consist of only a few houses. These are made of stems of banana leaves stuck in to the ground and bent at the top forming a cone. Then branches are woven in and out between the stems. Palm or banana leaves are put on the outside. They thatch their roofs. The Pygmies themselves are very shy and are about three feet in height. They fight only with bows and arrows, and hunt a great deal. They do not have money, so they trade things. If you were going through the forest, you might see an arrow sticking in a bunch of bananas. That would mean that some shy little Pygmy would come back for the bananas and would leave some meat which he had killed to pay for them. Their principal foods are meats, manioc plant, and honey. PAMELA MITCHELL, Class IV

A DESCRIPTION A DARK, gloomy lane there is an old weather-beaten house with vines INgrowing all around it. There are the remains of an old-fashioned garden with a few hollyhocks here and there. There is a little old barn almost shattered by the wind. In a rose bush by the barn a robin is chirping merrily. CHARLES T. SHERER, Grade IV

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SCAVENGER WATER BEETLE It is about two inches

HAVE a scavenger water beetle in our room. wElong and one inch wide. He has two hard shells and six legs, two legs much larger and longer with fringe. He has two long antennae. He has quite short palai and bulging eyes. He lives in water and can row about in the water with his two longer legs. He can walk around the bottom of the pond and eat the plants. He comes up to the top and gets air with his palpai and puts it in a film over his under shell. SALLY DANIELS, Class III

A BOOK REVIEW BLACK BEAUTY, By Anna Sewell

T AM a baby horse. My name is Black Beauty. I am four months old. I I am living with my mother, and my master's name is Squire Gordon. Sometimes I see men on horseback hunting. It is a lot of fun. My master is very kind to me. I am now grown up. I have had good masters and bad, and I am back in my old home. Here my story ends. I have taught my master how to treat horses. I will say my last good-bye. EDGAR RANDOLPH, Class III

ASTRONOMY beginning of school we stuck stars on black paper in certain order INtoTHE make certain constellations, Orion, Capella, the Great Bear, and a few more. Miss Cobb has read stories about how some of the planets got their names. Just a little while ago we made a chart of our universe. In our universe is the sun in the center with nine other planets going around it on their paths. We are the third from the center. ELIZABETH ALTON, Class III

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THE FRIDAY CLUB III has a club. It is called the Friday Club. We have it CLASS right after French. Can you guess what we do? We sing, and read, and say poems. One time I played the piano. ADELE ROLLINS, Class III.

IN VALHALLA ( -'LASS III gave a Norse party two weeks before Christmas. It represented a Mead Hall in Valhalla and the people in the picture are gods of Valhalla. A long time ago Norsemen used to come home from a Viking party at night and sit around the fire and make up stories of these gods. You see Odin on his throne. Frigga, the queen, stands beside him holding a golden goblet of Mead. WEBSTER BLOOD, CLASS III.

MY WISH I am older I hope my mother will let me be a nurse. I think it wHEN would be fun to be a nurse. I wish I were grown up now. It isn't because I don't like school. I don't know why I wish I were grown up. PATRICIA ARNOLL, Class II.

THE STORY OF ELIZABETH upon a time there was a little girl called Elizabeth, and she was oNCE a good little girl. But she was poor and she had to beg. One day a rich man gave her 100 dollars and the r.ch man gav her some work. But one day she lost her work. But the rich man took Elizabeth for his little girl. And now she goes to school. And now she is much happier. BRAYTON LINCOLN, Class II. Editor's Note: Brayton says this is not a true story.

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MY ADVENTURES AT BARNSTABLE 1 we had a

WAS a very long ride. But we got there. In a few weeks ITboat. The boat's name was Eve. My mother and father and my two brothers went to Provincetown. But I was left. But I had lots of rides. My mother and father and one of my brothers and Mr. Leland went to Catawmut. There was a big boat passing by. They yeld that we would be swampt, but we wer not. It was a very funny story. II Now I must go on. We had a rowboat. The name of it is Adam so it is very funny that we have Adam and Eve. You see we have picnics on the Eve. The Adam we row out to the Eve. And then we went riding. Once we went to Sandy Neck and had a picnic over there. We towed Adam behind Eve. I will tell you more in a minute. III Peter rowed in the Adam. Walter went out in the Eve. I went with Peter in the Adam. Once we went out to the read buoy and my cousin was on the bow. There were big waves. One splashed over the boat. I was in the cabin. Everybody got wet. I was just coming out of the cabin. My cousin was too. We just caught her in time. MAX TUFTS, CLASS II

A LETTER Dear Paul, We are sorry you are axsposed to hoping cofe. It is sad and lonely withaut you. Russell had a operation, he had his apendex out. We are going to sing some songs and read poems. My poen is the Little Black Hen. This morning Miss luis told us about St. Annedrews in little chaple. Franklin has a broken arm. We are sorry you are going to be out of school so long. Its allmost time to go home so good bye love from BROOKS, CLASS II.

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THE ADVENTURES OF MY PONY day I went down to the stable where my pony was. I asked my ONEriding teacher where we were going. He said well we are going over the hills and back; will that be all right? So we went over the hills and back. It was fun, the most I ever had. When we went home I said mother do you know where I went? I went over the hills and back. Mother said did you have a nice ride. Yes I said. CAROL SIBLEY. CLASS II.

In music we do lots of things. I like to play the cymbals. But I have always liked singing. Max Tufts and Brooks Wood are about always conductor. And I like to march and have Miss Weeks play the piano. DICK COE, CLASS II.

We have illustrated songs. We have a toy band. We have sung folk songs. We have had a piano recital. We have directed a band. We have illustrated Fair Rosey. I-INWOOD ERSKINE, CLASS II.

JOHNNY SQUIRREL AND THE RABBIT upon a time there was a little rabbit. He lived in a hole in the ONCE ground. One day Johnny Squirrel came over to see him. They played all day. They played hide and go seek. They had a nice, nice time. MARTHA LOWELL, CLASS I.

MY STORY day I saw a rabbit in a hole and he ran out off the hole. I tride to ONEshoot him. But he ran to fast and I kot him by the tale, and I was glad I did not shoot him. The end. JOHN BARTON, CLASS I.

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SELF GOVERNMENT trying a self-

the Christmas vacation, Classes III-VIII have been SINCE government system. The room teachers have kept notebooks with a record of each pupil's behavior. There are ten different rules to obey, a violation of one of which is considered a "break." We have found that few of us have failed to bring our absence and tardy excuses or to go out at recess. Also we have stayed in our section of the building and seldom have been found running in the corridors. We are out of the building five minutes after dismissal, and of course we never go on the stage without permission. There are many classroom rules, such as no communication and no unnecessary disturbance. These rules are different for different classes. If we do not keep our desks and our boxes in the coatroom neat, a mark is registered against us. At the end of each term a conduct mark is decided upon by the room teacher. Besides all that we can do to hinder, there is, of course, much which we can do in a positive way to make our school run more smoothly. A memorandum is kept of this also. This system is working better than any other that has been tried. Classes VII and VIII have been reporting their own "breaks" since April, and this has proved helpful, especially for the girls who will have to use somewhat the same plan in the Upper School. MARY ATWOOD.

MUSIC made a complete tour of Europe, al-

year, Classes VII and VIII THIS though in reality we were still in the music room at Bancroft School. We first landed in sunny Spain, where we watched gaily costumed gypsies, with flashing earrings and flaring scarfs, dance about their camp fire. The Spanish Rhapsody, by Chalrier, was one of our favorites. I always felt a thrill run up my back at the clicking of the dancer's castinets. Across rugged country we traveled to Hungary, where we heard Brahm's Hungarian Dance, also a gypsy melody. Russia — a land of good times! First we went on a jolly sleigh ride to the music of In a Three-Horse Sleigh. I can remember the bleak country and the jingling of the bells on our horses. We were among the persons at a concert of Tchaikowsky, where we heard the delicate strains of Andante Cantabile. As we traveled further south, we actually saw the peasants straining to pull a heavy barge up the river Volga while chanting the tune of Volga Boatmen.

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About this time we flew to England and stayed just long enough to pick up a folksong,0 No, John. This we included in a concert which we gave in assembly. Again we went near Russia as we watched some primitive villagers dance to the music of In a Village, by Ippolitoff Ivanoff. We were among the mob singing A Merry Life at the opening of a railway up Mount Vesuvius in Naples. We glided down dim canals in gondolas to the music of Santa Lucia, in Venice. The next place in our tour was the Land of Sections. We first went to its capital, a good sized town called Sentences, in which most of us were lost. There were several towns about this city; the one we visited had long winding streets, the city of Phrases. This queer land was divided into the States of Patterns and of Forms. We found the state of Forms most interesting. It consisted of two part, three part, and rondo forms. While in this land, we tried our skill in part singing. Our chaperone, Miss Jones, made a fine judge and helper, so now we are well on our way to harder songs. Just before we sailed homeward, we visited a marvelous zoo to the accompaniment of The Carnival of Animals, by Saint-Saens. At home we shall study sight reading. ;Wish us luck! ELEANOR DANIELS, Class VIII In music class this year, Classes V and VI under the direction of Miss Weeks have accomplished a good deal. At the beginning of the year we received note books which we have been steadily keeping. Through them we have taken up the lives of famous composers and their musical compositions. Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata and The Fifth Symphony. Some lessons were spent on hearing "descriptive" and "pure" music. We also heard records of the minuet, gavotte, and waltz. They contained the muffled sound of the harp and the clear pure notes of the violin. At Christmas time we learned some medixval songs for the Pageant. In assembly we sang a Scotch air called Charlie is my Darling, and a Norwegian one, A Mighty Ship. We took up instruments and their families which are in the wood-wind, percussion, bass, and the string section. In medixval times the people had queer staves. Instead of a five lined modern one, they had only one line. This being difficult to read, the number was gradually increased, until they reached twenty-one lines. This was so hard to read that they had to reduce the number to eleven. Then the middle line was taken out, leaving our modern clefs. Now we are reading music from these clefs. This completes our music so far this year. We think we have had a very interesting time and are grateful to Miss Weeks. HELEN HUNTER AND ELIZABETH FORBES, CLASS VI

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It is fun to do rhythm work because one minute you are galloping like horses and another you are like tiny little Brownies. It is rather hard because we do not stop in between. As soon as the piano changes into another tune, we snap into the same rhythm. Suppose that we are giants. Those are the long notes. After a little while the piano might change into a quarter note. The quarter note is the note for walking. Some places you go there are orchestras or a band, but these are not like the bands we have at school. Our bands at school are made up of drums, sometimes bells, tambourines, castanets, triangles, and cymbals. It is fun to sing songs of different nations. If you look the songs over and think what they mean, you would like the songs much better. While you are thinking what the song means you can see a picture of the song. What fun it is to illustrate songs. For instance you might sing a song about snow, and when you illustrate it you would have a picture of snow. We tried dramatizing a song and oh! what a lot of fun it was. We had a lot of fun getting ready for a Chinese music program. We talked about Chinese instruments. There were about nine speakers and the rest of us helped hold the pictures of the instruments that we talked about. All the speakers wore costumes. After we spoke, we sang a song called In China. The song was about a little Chinese boy called Wee Lee Wee. We have just written an Easter song called An Easter Alleluia. PHYLLIS MASSEY, CLASS IV

DRAMATICS On the Wednesday before the Thanksgiving recess, Class VI presented a play called Squanto, which was written by Miss Groff. The play was unusual in that it presented the story of the founding of Plymouth Colony from the point of view of the Indian rather than that of the Pilgrim. The play, which was in four scenes, showed how the savage Squanto was received at the Court of King James, how he returned to his home near Plymouth where he found his tribe had perished during the previous winter, how he met the daughter of Massasoit and became a member of that tribe, how he received with mingled emotions the news of the landing of the Pilgrims, and how he persuaded Massasoit to sign a treaty with the Pilgrims. Class VI is to be commended for a sincere and moving performance. Class III turned their room into the Hall of the Norse Gods on the Wednesday before the Christmas vacation. Dressed as Thor, Odin, and the Valkyries, they presented legends about the Norse Gods, and served mead to their guests.

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On March ninth, the boys of Class VIII presented in assembly a scene from Shakespeare's Julius Caesar under the direction of Mr. Judge. Considering the limited time which the boys had for rehearsals, it came off excellently. In May, Class VI is presenting a Greek play, and Class V, one about Launcelot. Class II will give a health play for Health Week. For Commencement, in June, Classes VII and VIII will present Antigone, by Sophocles.

ATHLETICS FOR BOYS began of course with football.

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sporting season for the boys THEfootball team, though not a winning one, was a bunch of good sports, and we did well considering the heavy odds against us. However, if you met that group in full football array going through a dark alley, you would begin travelling fast in the opposite direction, and faster still after hearing Claude give vent to one of his mighty roars. On the whole, our football season was a delightful one; there were no serious casualties, the weather was very good for playing, and everyone profited by what he learned. On rainy days, the time was filled up nicely in the gym with apparatus work and the all-season sport, basketball. Then came the late winter, which meant skating, which meant more fun. The skating season was long and glorious, the ice on the rink being perfect from Christmas to the latter part of February, thanks to Mr. Keck. Spring is just another name for baseball. In the schoolyard boys are playing catch, and having batting and fielding practice. Besides games with local teams, two are scheduled with Fay School, and all signs point to the best and most victorious season we have ever had. WILLIAM E. MULVEY, JR.

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LITTLE ASSEMBLY On Tuesdays and Fridays, Miss Weeks has charge of the programs in the Little Assembly. We have been told about the various instruments of an orchestra, learned to chant the Lord's Prayer, and enjoyed programs given by music students from Classes II-V. Some time was spent rehearsing the songs for the Christmas pageant. On Wednesdays Miss Cobb continued from last year her "Stories of the Hebrews," to the delight of everyone. These were followed by "Myths of Creation," from the Hebrew, the Indian, the Norse, and the modern scientific point of view. We are indebted to Carol Churchman for her excellent playing of the hymns on Wednesdays. Thursdays were filled with programs by Classes II-V, either as a group or by individuals representing the group. Ronald Davis, V Trip to the Pueblos Grade III Pantomimes of Summer Adventures Grade IV Greek Gods Carol Sigourney, II } Travel Talks Ronald Davis, V Russell Sibley, III Nature Talk Elizabeth Alton, III Original Poems Edgar Randolph, III Brooks Wood, II Reading Grade IV Life in the Tigris-Euphrates Countries Nancy Hutchins, V, assisted by eight classmates Doll Collection and Explanatory Talks Miss Cobb Record of Birds Watched at Christmas Grade III Reading of Poems Grade IV Chinese Music Grade II A. A. Milne: Poems and Songs Grade V Original Poems and Compositions Grade IV Silk Worms and Making Silk Thread Mrs. Smith read selections from "Uncle Remus." We were very fortunate to have several splendid talks by members of the Upper School Faculty and by people interested in our school. Miss Smith, at the request of Carol Churchman, gave two interesting talks on "Travel in the Mediterranean:" Miss Estee told us about costumes and fishing in Brittany; and Miss Lewis spoke about her sojurn at the University of St. Andrews in Scotland. Mrs. Edward Kinsley described her trip to Norway; Miss Houghton, from the Public Library, told stories of the Rhinegold; Mr. Parker spoke on the Natural History Museum, and Miss Marion Robinson, at the request of Miss Paige, exhibited a group of most interesting and instructive "Health Pictures."

Seniors: "We can't have a class history, because some of us haven't been here all through." Dottie: "I started in the kindergarten." Pooh: "That's certainly early enough." Harriet: "Miss Groff, from what body of churchmen was the Pope elected?" Faith (interrupting): "I thought the Popeship was hereditary." Miss Groff: "May I speak to Helene?" Alene: "My name is Alene." Miss Groff: "All right, Helene, I'll see you at recess." N. Orr (looking for mail at G. G.): "Wouldn't you know it—the same old letters—one for Valerie from Hanover: one from Alene from B. W.? I shouldn't think they'd even bother to read them. Even I could tell what's in them." A boy in Class III: "I love ice cream, but I like mustachio best." AT DRAMATIC CLUB Edith: "Well, we each had to bring $2.00 for our costumes, and all I got was a little piece of green cloth." Fuzzy (reviewing a play): "Papa Juan was looking forward to celebrating his 100th birthday, and he had been waiting a long time for this."

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BONERS IN ENGLISH CLASS Miss Lewis: "Who was Michaelangelo?" Jessie (after deep thought): "A famous character in one of Shakespeare's plays." Miss Lewis: "How many have read The Deserted Village?" Alene: "I started it once." Miss Lewis: "Started it? It isn't very long." Alene: "Oh, I was very little then. Miss Lewis: "Did Hamlet understand human nature?" Pooh: "Well, he saw through Polonious." Dottie: "That didn't take very much understanding." Betty M.: "What more can you do than see through a person?" Question: "Why is this story called Luck?" F. Young: "Well, the hero was dreaming of being married to his sweetheart, and having three or four golden-haired children." Several classmates: "Where does the luck come in?" THE ANNUAL B. M. JOKE MEETING Miss Lewis: "Can you think of anything more to put in for humor?" Isabel: "Well, I think we can all look around school tomorrow for something to embalm." Dorothy Ann: "Shall we say hyperbolic effervescence for Betty G.?" Isabel: "Oh, no! That sounds too much like chemistry." Pooh: "You ought to have the G. G. recess sandwiches in the embalmed column?" Miss Lewis: "Why, what's the matter with them?" Pooh: "I don't know; they get hard or something." Fuzzy: "And they need a change of filling." THINGS WHICH SHOULD BE EMBALMED Miss Estee's French Wedding and Funeral Announcements Study Hall bell Grey Gables overshoes Drinking fountain near Miss Paige's office (which has long been defunct) The marking system at G. G. Duns for money (Dramatic Club, Glee Club, BLUE MOON Subscription, Community Chest, school pins, class rings, flowers, wedding presents, candy cash, fines in general, et cetera)

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BEAUTY PARLOR CONTRASTS HAIR B. Keck—A. Runo T. Hunter—N. Brown F. Young—J. Rathbone NAILS M. Adler—B. Brigham EYEBROWS J. Haviland—Miss Clark MAKE-UP T. Hunter—I. Arms Nancy Johnson—B. Branch TOUTE ENSEMBLE A. Martin—V. Torrey

BOOBY HONORS The BLUE MOON Board with deep regret announces that the Phoebe Moron Foundation is no longer extant. After many years of painstaking labor, the Board of Directors voted to dissolve the organization on one hot July day during 1930. The reason for this action was simple: the increase in the percentage of stupidity in the U. S. A. was so astounding during 1929 that the awading of prizes by the Phoebe Moron Foundation had come to signify nothing. However, the BLUE MOON Board's supplementary work in behalf of this venerable organization was so avidly received a year ago (and the number of idiotic girls at Bancroft has not notably increased) that by unanimous vote at the annual joke meeting, the committee appointed to estimate the follies at school during 1930-31, decided to continue the practice of offering recognition for Bancroft puerility. It was also voted that in view of the current business depression, this recognition should be given in the form of honorable mention. To aspire to honors is surely more commendable than to aspire for a prize; and stupidity, like all other virtues, is its own reward. Therefore, the BLUE MOON Board, carrying on in the spirit, if not in the letter, of the Phoebe Moron Foundation, takes pride in announcing its list of "foolish virgins," to whom all honor and praise is due. ACADEMIC ACTIVITIES To Betty Branch, first rank honors, for obstinacy in matters educational. To Sally Pratt, second rank honors, for having worked out with a flash

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of genius the exact ratio between (a) pursuing a limited course of study, and (b) taking the fewest books home, and (c) having the greatest number of unprepared lessons. To Grey Gables girls, third rank honors, for having established a firstclass training course for feline habits, guaranteed to develop in any resident, permanent or temporary, a caustic tongue in ten easy lessons. SELF-GOVERNMENT To Dorothy Pierpont, first rank honors, for having managed to become, against persistent competition (especially on the part of J. Rathbone), the school's champion giggler. To a certain quartet of Seniors who sit on the front row in music, second rank honors, for having valiantly kept up continuous inter-communication during the weekly singing period. To Nancy Johnson, third rank honors, for the highest percentage of breaks of the costume rule ever made in the history of the school. PERSONALITY To Betty Gardner, first rank honors, for displaying a girlish effervescence and affected naïveté from morning till night. To June Haviland, second rank honors, for being the most unorganized member of the Upper School; and, in spite of the handicap of a quick mind, for having a phenomenal lack of memory concerning her third sweater, her weekly theme, and her spectacles. EXTRA-CURRICULA ACTIVITIES To Debby Lowell, first rank honors, for having aspired to and attained M. Adler's position as prize-winner in the same field a year ago: namely, that of ardent hero-worship. To Betty Newkom, second rank honors, for having increased her repertoire of jokes beyond the saturation point. To Nancy Brown, third rank honors, for scaling and holding the heights of silliness with her antic disposition. BLUE MOON COMMITTEE ON MORONS. N.B. The Board simply couldn't cope with Thayer Hunter's claim for honors, but hopefully anticipates that with another year to go she can concentrate on reducing—her follies.

years have entered many

who have graduated within the last four BOYS different schools: at North High School are Forbes Michie, Benjamin

Stone, Robert Booth, Bryden Campbell, and Stuart Oberist; at Deerfield are Robert Anderson and Alan Neilson; at Worcester Academy are William Sawyer, Charles Crompton, John Sawyer, and John Jeppson. John Jeppson and John Sawyer have been in the ranking five of the school all year. At St. Paul's are Carter Higgins and Jack Ewell; Roger Kinnicutt is at Milton, John Sanderson at Peekskill Military Academy, and Louis Dean at Hotchkiss; Wallace Hastie has moved to Providence; Robert Persons is at New York Military Academy, and Charles Hamilton at Middlesex. CLASS OF 1927 Rose Dresser is studying dramatics in Cambridge; Dorothy Young is at Fairchild's Business School in Worcester; Dorothy Ramsdell is teaching weaving at the Worcester Art School. CLASS OF 1928 Wilhemina Elias is studying social service at Simmons; Frances Thayer will graduate from Pine Manor in June; Susan Orr is in Worcester, studying music. CLASS OF 1929 Hope Norman, a sophomore at Wellesley, is in the Honor Group in history; Pauline Schwab is at Vassar, and is sophomore editor of the bi-weekly college publication, Miscellany News. CLASS OF 1930 Frances Blakeslee is at Smith, where she was a member of the Freshman crew the first semester; Margaret Coley is at Middlebury, and is on the bas-

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ketball squad; Bernada De Mallie is the representative of her class on the Student Council at the Bennett School; Dorothy Dodd is studying at the Rhode Island School of Design; Barbara Jacobs is studying at Fairchild's Business School; Gertrude Lord is doing social service work at Simmons; Sabra Rollins, at Vassar, is coaching dramatics in the Poughkeepsie social service center; and Cabby Smith is at the Erskine School in Boston.

EXCHANGES The BLUE MOON Board wishes to acknowledge with appreciation the receipt of the following school publications: The Beaver Log—Beaver County Day School, Chestnut Hill, Mass. Hill Breezes—Hillsdale School, Cincinnati, Ohio The Spectator—Browne and Nichols School, Cambridge, Mass. Lincoln Green—Lincoln School, Providence, Rhode Island Rivista—Liggett School, Detroit, Michigan

ART WORK IN THIS VOLUME Title page Faculty Upper School Literature Activities Lower and Middle Schools Alumnae Jokes Autographs

JEANNE DANIELS LESLIE BAER JEANNE DANIELS AMY RUNO ELEANOR DANIELS JEANNE DANIELS BETTY BRIGHAM ELEANOR DANIELS LESLIE BAER

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SCHOOL REGISTER FACULTY NAME

WORCESTER ADDRESS

Joseph Champagne Helen B. Clark

34 Fruit St.

Florence Cobb A. Stephen Demoorjian Josephine Denison

12 Boynton St. 377 Main St. 4 Dayton St.

Helen P. Estee

1 Dayton St.

Hope Fisher

34 Fruit St.

Faye I. Fullerton Constance B. Gardner Catherine Groff

66 West St. 45 Cedar St. 66 West St.

Maude E. Hyde

44 William St.

Faith Jackson Edith J. Jones William F. Judge

8 Biltmore Rd. 18 Somerset St. 21 Dayton St.

William G. Keck Evelyn M. Kelley

45 Cedar St.

Edna DeWolfe Knapp

45 Cedar St.

Evangeline Lewis

34 Fruit St.

Evelyn Stowe Middleton Minnie R. Paige Charlotte M. Post

1 Dayton St. 17 Beaconsfield Rd.

Georgette E. Robinson Helen G. Rockwell Molly Small Eunice W. Smith Olivia S. Smith Louise Stevens Frances 0. Weeks John Williams Florence A. Woodis Stella Woodward

36 Chestnut St. 35 Woodland St. 38 Berwick St. 11 Coventry Rd. 172 Park Ave. 112 Elm St. 1 Dayton St. 21 Dayton St. 13 Merrick St. 36 Cedar St.

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408 Pierce Bldg., Copley Square, Boston, Mass. 45 Waldron Ave., Summit, N. J. 12 Boynton St., Worcester 142 Belmont St., Worcester 21 New London Rd., Mystic, Conn. c/o M. and T. Trust Co., Buffalo, N. Y. 402 Mount Vernon Ave., Marion, Ohio 46 Court St., Tuscola, Ill. Marion, Ohio South Point Drive, Grosse Ile., Mich. 71 Sullivan St., Berwick, Maine 8 Biltmore Rd., Worcester 18 Somerset St., Worcester 32 Clever St., Milton, Mass. Temple St., Boylston, Mass. First Auburn Trust Co., Court St., Auburn, Maine. 320 Franklin St., Marion, Ohio 415 N. Huron St., Ypsilanti, Mich. Hudson, Mass. 1 Dayton St., Worcester 17 Beaconsfield Rd., Worcester 36 Chestnut St., Worcester 35 Woodland St., Worcester 36 Berwick St., Worcester 11 Coventry Rd., Worcester 172 Park Ave., Worcester 11 21 21 13 36

Court St., Delhi, N. Y. Grove St., Bath, Maine Dayton St., Worcester Merrick St., Worcester Cedar St., Worcester

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NAME Faith Adams Marjorie Adler Isabel K. Arms Leslie Baer Katherine A. Bigelow Edith A. Blakeslee Elizabeth Branch Elizabeth C. Brigham Nancy H. Brown Ruth C. Brown Kathryn J. Carleton Mary Elizabeth Chase Elizabeth Coley Harriet Coley Virginia Cutting Jeanne Daniels Mary E. Duprey Dorothy R. Elias Catherine E. Forbes Constance Elizabeth Gardner Alice B. I. Goff Christine June Haviland Thayer Hunter Nancy L. Johnson Priscilla A. Johnson Barbara K. Keck Jean Kendall Margaret Kinnicutt Deborah Lowell Amy Lucinda Lyseth Natalie E. McCarthy Anne Martin Elisabeth Muir Elizabeth H. Newkom Grace M. Orr Nancy B. Orr Barbara H. Pierpont Dorothy L. Pierpont Sally Pratt Mary S. Randolph Jessie Rathbone Lois Riley Amy V. Runo Dorothy Ann Sawyer Mary B. Seelye Alene Stein Eleanor G. Thayer Valorie Torrey

ADDRESS 47 Sever St. 12 E. 86th St., New York City 12 Beechmont St. King's Highway, Westport, Conn. 9 Otsego Rd. 21 Downing St. 102 Merrick St. 34 Cedar St. 77 Elm St. 182 Main St., Spencer, Mass. 53 Elm St. 174 Park Ave. 48 Kenwood Ave. 48 Kenwood Ave. 67 Cedar St. 9 Metcalf St. 37 Kenwood Ave. 320 Highland St. 81 William St. 45 Cedar St. 9 Bayberry Rd. 223 Salisbury St. 171 Woodland St. 50 Fruit St. 57 Beechmont St. Boylston, Mass. 72 Burncoat St. 72 Cedar St. 4 Burgess Rd. 46 Beeching St. 41 Fruit St. 19 Haviland St. 10 Woodland St. 75 Pierpont, Brooklyn, N. Y. 71 Berwick St. 67 Wayland Ave., Providence, R. I. 85 William St. 85 William St. 61 West St. 10 Otsego Rd. 14 Squier St., Palmer, Mass. 38 Burncoat St. 21 Holden St. 84 William St. 66 William St. 936 Marion Ave., Avondale, Cincinnatti, Ohio. 4 Regent St. Groton, Mass.

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42 Holden St. 71 Pine St., Lowell, Mass. Millbury, Mass. 68 Beechmont St. 2 John St. 4 Greendale Ave.

MIDDLE SCHOOL NAME

Herbert Anderson Mary F. Atwood Walter Bigelow Barnard, 2nd Leonice C. Blandy Elizabeth Boyden Mary Chandler Bullock Robert H. Bullock Vera Bullock Janice Butler Claudius J. Byrne Nancy Campbell Peggy Carleton Irving H. Chase Carol Churchman Sally Coe Barbara Cushman Clarence W. Daniels, Jr. Eleanor Daniels Dorothy Dean Lyall Dean, Jr. Francis Henshaw Dewey, 3rd Frances Dresser Harriette M. Erskine Laura E. Forbes Elizabeth F. Gaines Barbara E. Goodwin Robert K. Griffith Barbara Heywood Janet Heywood Mary Louise Higgins Merle Higgins Merrill Higgins Charles A. Hill, Jr. Frances Hill Elizabeth Dean Hoffman Helen B. Hunter Richard B. Hutchins Douglas S. Kennedy Barbara L. Macfarlane Priscilla Martin Ruth W. Maya11 Robert Messier William E. Mulvey

ADDRESS

30 Elbridge St. 160 Woodland St. 5 Randolph Rd. 21 Westland St. 4 Nottingham Rd. 70 Cedar St. 35 Downing St. 41 Sever St. 67 Olean St. 1066 Main St. 38 Forest St. 53 Elm St. 174 Park Ave. 20 Institute Rd. 62 Cedar St. 160 Russell St. 9 Metcalf St. 2 Regent St. 30 Sever St. 30 Sever St. 54 William St. 49 Elm St. 5 Trowbridge Rd. 81 William St. 264 Highland St. 5 Brighton Rd. 148 Russell St. 8 Wheeler St. 8 Wheeler St. 80 William St. 41 Davidson Rd. 41 Davidson Rd. 39 Queen St. Shrewsbury, Mass. 48 Massachusetts Ave. 171 Woodland St. 10 Regent St. 87 William St. 1 Germain St. Grafton, Mass. 53 Elm St. 9 Dean St. 718 Main St.

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100 Dorothy Caro11 Orr Janet W. Pierpont John H. Pierpont Henry Pinney Rosamond L. Riley Alden Roys Philip M. Savage Joseph F. Sherer, Jr. Mary Lee Sparrow Sylvia Spence June Spencer Craig Stewart Thomas B. Stinson John Carter Thayer Philip Thayer Beulah Washburn Ruth Windle Osgood Bradley Wood Shirley Virginia Wright Thornton Young

71 Berwick St. 85 William St. 85 William St. 7 Kensington Heights 228 West St. 12 Roxbury St. 41 Lancaster St. 62 Elm St. 73 Sagamore Rd. 53 Kenwood Ave. 10 Burgess Rd. 5 Germain St. Shrewsbury, Mass. 12 Ivanhoe Rd. 15 Cedar St. 42 Elm St. Millbury, Mass. 68 Beechmont St. 258 Highland St. 221 Burncoat St.

LOWER SCHOOL NAME

Elizabeth Alton Philip Alton Patricia Arno11 Joan Ashey Faith A. Baker John Barton Peter Barton Anne T. Bigelow Barbara Bigelow Henry Forbes Bigelow Marietta Billingslea Charles K. Blake Janet Bliss Webster Blood Davenport Bow ker Elizabeth Bowker Patricia Bright William Bright Lloyd Byrd Elizabeth Brown Winthrop W. Carr Robert S. Carr Edward R. Childs, Jr. Allen W. Clark, Jr. Faith Clark Richard F. Coe Corlyss Jane Cross James Harvey Curtis, Jr.

ADDRESS

340 May St. 340 May St. 29 Berwick St. 14 Whitman Rd. 194 Salisbury St. 65 Elm St. 65 Elm St. Shrewsbury, Mass. South Lancaster, Mass. South Lancaster, Mass. 1029 Main St., Leicester, Mass. 12 Military Rd. 25 Dayton St. 44 Massachusetts Ave. 56 Cedar St. 56 Cedar St. 14 Algonquin Rd. 14 Algonquin Rd. 17 Beeching St. 346 Salisbury St. 5 Fenimore Rd. 5 Fenimore Rd. 8 Burgess Rd. 13 Ashland St. 13 Ashland St. 11 Germain St. 54 Otsego Rd. 18 Kensington Rd.

THE BLUE MOON Bruce G. Daniels Mary Daniels Priscilla Daniels Sarah Daniels Gilbert Davis Ronald S. Davis David L. Dean Dorothy Dewey Harry B. Dewey Barbara Emmons Craig Emmons Linwood Erskine, Jr. Louise T. Erskine Martha C. Esty Constance Foster Michael Foster Caroline N. Gaskill George H. Gould Lidorra F. Gould Nancy W. Gould Dorcas Guest Richard B. Harrington Richard Higgins Nancy Hutchins Betty T. Jeppson Franklin S. June Richard Kennedy Edith P. Kinnicutt Lincoln Kinnicutt George William Knowlton, 4th Brayton Lincoln Drennan Lowell Martha Lowell Virginia J. MacFarland Irene McLaurin Joanna McLaurin Phyllis B. Massey Anne A. Michie Pamela Mitchell William R. Moore Paul S. Morgan Peter Morgan Mary D. Morgan Anne Morse Helen J. Orr Carleton L. Pierpont Seward Pomeroy Nancy Quackenboss Edgar R. Randolph Catherine W. Rodwell Adele Rollins Jane Rollins Wilfred E. Santimaw

2 Regent St. 575 Salisbury St. 9 Metcalf St. 575 Salisbury St. 11 Otsego Rd. 11 Otsego Rd. 30 Sever St. 54 William St. 54 William St. 43 Beeching St. 43 Beeching St. 5 Trowbridge Rd. 5 Trowbridge Rd. 85 Elm St. 132 Coolidge Rd. 132 Coolidge Rd. 30 Fruit St. Philips Rd., Holden Philips Rd., Holden Philips Rd., Holden 49 West St. 10 Ripley St. 41 Davidson Rd. 10 Regent St. 1 Drury Lane 24 Rittenhouse Rd. 87 William St. 72 Cedar St. 72 Cedar St. 10 Algonquin Rd. 30 Cedar St. 4 Burgess Rd. 4 Burgess Rd. 182 Millbrook St. Brookfield, Mass. Brookfield, Mass. 6 Westwood Drive 10 Military Rd. 48 Cedar St. 31 Laconia Rd. 9 Burgess Rd. 9 Burgess Rd. 295 Salisbury St. 60 William St. 42 Forest St. 85 William St. 16 Military Rd. 34 Elbridge St. 10 Otsego Rd. 22 Dayton St. 111 Coolidge Rd. 111 Coolidge Rd. 89 Forest St.

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Charles R. Schneider Richard Schneider John P. Shepherdson Charles T. Sherer Carolyn Sibley Russell Sibley Susan L. Sibley Carolyn Sigourney Suzanne Sigourney Katherine M. Sigourney Carol P. Simons Langdon S. Simons, Jr. Minton Simons Constance D. Smith Bulkley Smith. Jr. Josiah L. Smith Nancy Earle Smith Josiah A. Spaulding Mary Spaulding Norwood Spaulding Marion E. Stewart Mary E. Stinson David Sykes Frederick W. Taylor Peter B. Taylor Henrietta Tread well Maximilian A. Tufts Anne Marie Washburn Caroline S. Washburn Charles G. Washburn Lothrop M. Weld, Jr. Josephine Anne Whitcomb Nancy Willard Margaret B. Williams Margery Ann Williams Marguerita Williams William Williams Hamilton Brooks Wood, Jr. Elizabeth Young

20 Hancock Hill Drive 20 Hancock Hill Drive 15 Burgess Rd. 62 Elm St. Spencer, Mass. Spencer, Mass. Spencer, Mass. Worcester Rd., Princeton 'Worcester Rd., Princeton Worcester Rd., Princeton Norton Grinding Wheel Co., Ltd., Welwyn Garden City, Herts, Eng. 22 Surburban Rd. 50 West St. Shrewsbury, Mass. Shrewsbury, Mass. 34 Kenwood Ave. 34 Kenwood Ave. 37 Lenox St. 5 Germain St. Shrewsbury, Mass. 27 Berwick St. 112 Russell St. 112 Russell St. 76 Elm St. 17 Harvard St. 42 Elm St. 42 Elm St. . 42 Elm St. South Lancaster, Mass. 30 Otsego Rd. 20 Nottingham Rd. 21 Dayton St. 56 William St. 79 Elm St. 79 Elm St, 68 Beechmont St. 221 Burncoat St.

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