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THE 1945

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ROCKEFELLER

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RHOADS

“TROM the Halls of Rockefeller to the arch of Pembroke

West”’—brilliant lyrics from our Freshmen Show adapted
to the Marine Hymn—could be heard any evening ringing
from any one of the dining room windows on Bryn Mawr
Campus. At the slightest provocation we sent forth our
voices in song, chanting the praises of Sunday morning
breakfast, ice cream, or the good “Spirit of the Red”. The
halls of residence were not just places where we hung our

hats. Rhoads, Rockefeller, Merion, Denbigh, the Pembrokes,
Radnor—each had its own distinctive personality.

Pembroke owned the Arch where on many a warm rainy
night we collected with our little red books and our song
mistress and sang the college glees. Other times we crowded
together on the Pem stairs, some superstitiously, with the
orals on the morrow; some remembering with utter relief
that they had passed. Denbigh vied with Pembroke in its
musical prowess, but the atmosphere was different as we sat
on its stairs after dinner with demitasses in hand and tried to
master the fine art of “Shall I Wasting” in four elusive parts.

Those of us who were not bilingual got our opportunity
to visit the language houses only when accompanied by an
adult member of their exclusive retinue. We were always
much impressed, if not a bit awed, by the fact that “ici on
parle toujours francais ou espanol ou deutsch” at bridge and
all other times during meals, coffee, or just polite social chit-
chat. We tried our best to get absorbed in the continental
atmosphere, but we must admit that we felt keenly our cul-
tural deficiencies. We admired, however, our versatile con-
temporaries.

Speaking of admiration, we can’t forget Rockefeller. The
Rock smoking rooms were filled with academics, who were,
nevertheless, always ready to have a gay old time. There
was an old world atmosphere about Rock. It wouldn’t have
surprised us to see a flaming boar’s head or a cup of mead
come in at meal time amidst a festive throng. In the same
vein their Christmas plays were the envy of the campus.
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Modern versus Baroque

Rhoads was fastidious. Candle light wouldn’t find its
place in Rhoads as it would in some of the older, darker
paneled halls. But its casual impersonal atmosphere was at
times like a cool hand on a brow fevered by too many exams,
long papers, and people. Rhoadsians will tell you that with
the passing of the years, Rhoads atmosphere is becoming
firmly established, and they will take you out and prove this
conclusively by the ivy that is making its slow determined
way up the side of the building. Remember when we ar-
rived Freshmen year the little green stuff hardly reached
above our ankles. Now it is way over our heads. The
Rhoads terrace was a delight in fall and spring. Bridge
after dinner in the cool outdoors with floating music from
the smoking room was the “Balm of Gilead’ to us as weary
seniors studying for comprehensives.

Merion Hall is very old and very wise. We took from it
long talks way into the night and felt mellowed by its mood.
It was also a very challenging hall—the rest of the campus
trembled when the Merion Ghouls made their way onto the
hockey field or basketball court.

And so we have remembered them all. We have had to
throw out all our old, accumulated, addressed note-paper and
are about to change residence. But in many moments it will
seem as if we are still living in the “gool ol’ halls”.

Park Hall and the Fountain in
the Deanery Garden



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Lest we forget, or lose our Freshmen Handbooks
sometime between now and the next time we return
to Bryn Mawr’s velvet campus, let’s record for pos-
terity and all our numerous children some of the aca-
demic points on campus. Dalton for instance housed
the first year Biology course. The wooden lecture
room was most familiar to all those who were trying
to pass off somehow the science requirement.

You could spot the Chemists in a large gathering
of people by their bronzed faces and hardy complex-
ions—acquired while fighting their way across the
campus in all kinds of inclement weather to Park
Hall. If the trip to Science Building didn’t get
them, the acids were sure to. The geologists looked



THE GYM

sturdy too because of the same long trek. It wasn’t sulphuric acid which was
their alternative hardening element but the field trips.

Goodhart loomed up large as you approached the campus. The only time
that Goodhart really was in its element was when it was arrayed for some large
academic function; flags waved from every flying buttress. The whole cam-
pus was as festive as a medieval tournament when a graduation or May Day
rolled around. One expected professors to appear in 13th Century armour,
with undergraduates waving their silk scarfs.

Frequently and sometimes oftener, we could be found at the library. Often
we felt like cows in a stall; books piled up, and a wooden partition between us
and our neighbors. There is one spot at Bryn Mawr that can never be forgot-
ten: Taylor Tower, seen as we passed through the large Library doors. There
was Taylor clock silhouetted against a sky with stars and a cold or spring moon.
You seemed stationary. Be the truth known; it was quite the contrary. We
of 1945 have passed to be forgotten with the rest; the old clock remains to
mark for other undergraduates the swift passage of time.

DENBIGH



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Top to bottom
Tubes, trips, and the Subterranean.



Where-er you walk

Pere
Bax the thought that the only extra-curricu-

lar association we all ever had with our profes-
sors was outside Taylor Hall on a sunny day. Far be
it from us to lose the opportunity to strike while the
coffee was hot. We often met them down at the
Inn over a menu. If we were lucky we could get a
table right next to them. Then there was some-
thing about the stacks that drew people together
much in the manner of an ocean voyage. Launch
out on a paper and even the coolest don would melt
to find you down there in earnest over his course.
(Assistance at a time like that we found invaluable.)
Academically speaking, it was those encounters, friv-
olous as they were, that are long remembered. The
studied casualness as we talked laughingly of Plato,
Herodotus, Huxley, and Holman Hunt, as we joint-
ly singled out authors from top shelves brought a
The Profile! warm feeling around the Ego and a sense of fellow-
ship with all. It was a unique experience the like of



which was never gained in the classroom or over a
bluebook. We believe firmly in the human touch
and we want to make mention of the happy times,
the personal approaches and the all too few mo-
ments of mutual admiration that have sprung from
our knowing our professors.

“We know, we know that
we can smile.’ Matthew

Arnold.



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Possible, plausible courses were
hard to find as Freshmen. Now it
all seems so simple and we voice our-
selves on all subjects. With a smug-
ness that comes from looking back
rather than forward, and acknow-
ledging the safe position in which we
stand, we can say that the struggle Before!
with diction, body mechanics, first
year biology, and the Wissahickon
Schist was worth it. As we pass, special delivery,
from this into another world, we remember that we
were contented with our life this side of Lancaster One, two, tere
Pike. Serene and not too confident, we arrived four
years ago, bag and baggage. A lot has happened and
our four years rose and set with the war. And now
we have emerged at the other end. It wasn’t with
one big Gulliver step that we took all in our stride.
We swam around lots. But we tried to map things



as we went.



After!

As we leave, however, we have a sense of satis-
faction, not in ourselves, but in the choices that we
have made at a time when decisions were hard to
make, and faithfulness to those decisions even harder
to maintain. The choice of college was right for
us. While studying we have temporarily been on
the brink of the world. Now we have a chance to
apply our Plato. Diction, we will start with you,
so that people will understand us, and we will speak
in soft dulcet tones. Body Mechanics, remind us not
to drag heavily around, and keep us limber in
thought as well as actions. We learned to get along
with the earthworm, so we should be able to tolerate
lots else. We will take all that we have learned with
us wherever we go.

Could I interest you in some nice new
Philosophy?




Come lasses and lads, take leave of your dads. a J.

“That well-traveled
Path”

Power in numbers

Ab! School!




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Down in a Leafy Dell



Watching and Waiting

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We eased our tired brains, and enjoyed the reputation of
“a source of innocent merriment”. Perhaps this is
what we remember best—the time x set fire to the trash-
basket and we put it out with a vase of flowers—those wild
expeditions that we took to Seaside, New Jersey and acted
like carefree Hottentots—when y bid a grand slam and went
down thirteen—and those week-ends when we shunned our
papers for parties, and entertained Penn and Haverford.

Freshman year “just horseplay” occupied our spare mo-
ments—and many of our upperclass moments, too. ‘“The
mirth and fun grew fast and furious” whenever there was
time on our hands. It over-flowed into those parties where
we played so madly, and expressed itself in food, one of
life’s central interests, as we squandered academically vital
hours over pecan buns at the Inn. Fall and spring we took
to the open, trekking to Saunders Barn, having tremendous
picnics, sunbathing where we shouldn’t, and acting as if the
world were our oyster—which it was.

Best of all was the Greeks, where Mike was our friend and
champion, and dispensed food and saved us cigarettes. Our
nightly trips to that haven made us somewhat notorious, as
we came reeling back fortified with milk shakes and sand-
wiches, but in style that would do any sailor proud. Arms-
ful of food for unfortunate friends who had to study made
our progress even more precarious, and many a night had
the atmosphere of debauch.

Leaves and smoke in the fall . . . snowmen and snowballs
in the winter .. . daffodils and mud in the spring .. . from
Rock to Pembroke, from Denbigh to Merion to Radnor,
from Rhoads to Wyndham, there were those same slap-
happy times when nothing mattered except that the exam
wasn’t until tomorrow.
We remember the all night bull sessions when we hashed
out the problems of the world and of ourselves over milk and
cookies, when we played tag and made surreptitious raids on
the kitchen. We remember the joy of getting sunburns on
the gym roof and in the Cloisters, contests of who was har-
diest and could cook to a crisp without quitting . . . walks in
the countryside on spring evenings, the constant badinage as
we greeted friends on the campus. . . subsiding for an even-
ing of reading “Cosmopolitan” ... and above all, the won-
derful feeling of escape when we went to the movies. Spring
made us love our friends with balconies, where we could sit
by the hour, shouting at passing friends or foes, and seeing
all that was going on.

We admired one another’s talents, the energy of the devo-
tees of riding and skating, who despite transportation diffi-
culties, managed to keep going in all seasons. Pianos in the
halls were innovations in our senior year, and brought forth
much activity—dancing after lunch and dinner, while we
envied the accomplished jitterbug—and singing, long and
lusty, on almost any occasion.

The spirit was reflected in our rooms, resplendant with
trophies—mostly signs, animals and bottles—where we had
our afternoon teas, cooking in the tea pantries. And we
had wonderful community hair-washings and water fights,
all undertaken in the spirit of Gaudeamus Igitur.

There were other moments unforgettable too. We heard
of Pearl Harbor together, of President Roosevelt’s death, and
finally that wonderful spring morning that was V-E Day
came, and all the bells rang.

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think of dates, shopping, and week-ends.
We brought back stories on it which
mingled with philosophy and bridge after
midnight, and helped to establish the ta-
boo on conversation at breakfast.

Always there was scrambling for tele-
phone calls, the intrigue of mysterious
telephone messages, lining up to take ap-
praising looks at each others’ dates as they
stood inspection in the show cases. We
played through the seasons of fraternity
dances and football games, and waxed
sentimental and nostalgic to the tune of
*“Aurelee”.

Indoors, outdoors, and all the time we
worked off excess energy—and some that
wasn’t excess. But “it’s a poor sport that
is not worth the candle”.

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Perhaps the bells didn’t ring in week-
ends to Harvard and Yale for us; our col-
lege days were nearly over. But we had
developed in the meantime, gay resources
within ourselves to combat the shortages
of available male college students and
made the most of what we had. We had
played our childish ‘prank-tics’ and there
was plenty of scope for the most vivid
imaginations—including balloon games.

Through it all there was the same sing-
ing in the dining halls, dashing down to
the Inn between classes, making resolu-
tions on economy and deportment that
were never kept. The Paoli local with its
piercing toot was our golden chariot, the
entrance to the outer world—with it we



Roxy Rhoads

On Ilky Moor, my hat?


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Shakespeare, Time, and the Funnies

Ditto, see above


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Hennessey Pennessey Tootled the Flute

BEN Mawr was still very new to us when Parade Night arrived—and we

rolled down the hill to the hockey field roaring out our Caisson Song to the
boom boom of the Firemen’s Band. With this successful invitation into the
traditional activities of Bryn Mawr, we were really beginning to feel at home.
When Lantern Night came, we, clad in caps and gowns for the first time, burst
forth with Greek anthems... triumphant after having recited what we
thought was cultural jibberish to the Juniors.

We had to drop our Red Lanterns for Midsemesters and English papers, but
along with the snow in December, came the excitement and bustling of pre-
parations for going home. We found plenty of time to enjoy the caroling of
the Maids and Porters, and the Glee Club. As for Christmas dinner, don’t
think for a minute that our eyes weren’t opened by the goings-on—professors
playing like students and students playing masters of ceremonies; wreaths of
cigarette smoke and wreaths of holly in the dining room; tomato juice cock-
tails and hors d’oeuvres in the show cases where afterwards we, the freshmen,

performed like trained seals.

After Christmas vacation, we jumped from the Paoli Local into the Freshmen
Show. (Note: avoiding all mention of mid-terms and more long papers.) We
thought well of ourselves. . . six hundred tons of loveliness in gorgeous techni-
color. Our chorus was not to be equalled and even the Sophomores were sub-
dued by the notorious Devil Dance of “Love, Fret, and Cheers”’.




Ku Klux Klan

Spring comes every year and likewise May
Day at Bryn Mawr, but we shall always re-
member our last spring and our last May Day.
Lady Luck did a slight flip over when that
May Day came—the patter of rain and the roar
of wind mingled with our voices as we pleaded
with the sun from the tower of Rockefeller.
The rain could dampen everything but our en-
thusiasm as we “one, two, three, skipped”, once
again with the aid of the Fireman’s Band, to
Merion Green. After the traditional dancing
and crowning of our class president, we more
or less gratefully adjourned with sniffly noses
to Goodhart Hall for the remainder of the cere-
monies. At least, it hadn’t been cold...

But then it was spring. It had hit Bryn
Mawr like a bolt of lightning—the rain on May
Day must have had something to do with it.
The scenic loveliness of the campus was con-
ducive only to sunbathing, the inn, and the
movies. We tugged in the interminable war
between comprehensives and spending a fifth
spring at Bryn Mawr. We stoically resigned
ourselves to spectacles and books—neverthe-
less, in the sun.

We sang out “Good-byes” on the steps but
more talented representatives of our class made
more official farewells to the college on Class
Day. We mournfully said goodbye to the
things which we had known for the last four
years. We said goodbye to the traditions which
we had inherited and also to several things
which we hope will never become traditions:
the line in the Bookstore for cigarettes, no but-
ter with English muffins.



Twas the night before Christmas

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Here they come

To the strains of Lohengrin



At long last they were over and then there was a full two weeks before grad-
uation—one to sleep in and one to tie up all the threads of good intentions.
Then we moved into the hush of Goodhart to witness the Baccalaureate service.
The regal and distinguished robes of Oxford, the Sorbonne, Yale, Harvard,
Cambridge were brought out of moth balls for this academic occasion. The
small and large problems of the world were laid before us.

Lady Luck made a return appearance, but this time she was smiling as we
lined up in front of the Library on a beautiful graduation day. The faculty,
again brilliantly arrayed, joined the procession into Goodhart Hall where each
and every one was proclaimed “honorable scholar” of Bryn Mawr College.
Inwardly, the scene prompted mixed emotions. It was the final and last tradi-
tion of our four college years and at the same time it threw a challenge of
something new which we could not and would not fail to meet. And thus, the
class of 1945 went out “into the cold, cold world.”

Cases of intoxication will be severely dealt with

Candid, what!




Good evening, Ladies and Gentlemen

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Not Merion’s smoking room, but an apparently tense moment in one of the
Varsity Players’ Club’s bi-annual productions.

E call ourselves, in bitter moments, the ‘war class”. We knew three
months of pre-war Bryn Mawr; we knew three and three-quarters years
of war-time Bryn Mawr. To us, it meant, among other things, more weekends
spent on the campus, since Yale, Princeton and even Haverford were no longer
interesting and the government was all too interested in our not traveling. It
meant less diversion in the social line on the campus. To avoid spending any
more than our minimum of time in the Library, we developed a greater pre-
occupation with the extra-curricular—in particular, the extra-curricular in the
line of war work.

Making our own beds was, we are happy to say, the first and at the same
time the least of our contributions to the war effort. Under the leadership of
the Alliance—a war product organization which came up to an equal line
with the four others of longer standing—some of us donned blue Nurses’ Aid
uniforms and made other people’s beds, with other people in them. We saw the
establishment of a campus Red Cross unit and for it we rolled bandages...
learned how to wrap people up in them. . . rose at dawn to feed Bryn Mawr
hospital workers and patients... gave our blood in Ardmore... entertained
soldiers at Valley Forge Hospital . . . studied the interesting innerds of the auto-
mobile . . . assisted the local ration board . . . chauffeured the Navy in Philadel-
phia . . . learned and taught leather work to wounded veterans at Valley Forge

. ad infinitum.



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a suntan, and some by way

cold ground
Some of us dawdled away three hours on the tennis courts

Strategy session on the cold,




The NEWS in an untypical moment of serenity during production of the
week’s quota mistakes, misquotes, misprints and Wits-End-ia.

All was not war work, however. Not even war could change the three hours
a week psysical education requirement, and no crisis could force Miss Petts to
overlook the fact that a bachelor of arts must maintain floating power in the
swimming pool for one minute. No amount of nightly excursions to the
Greeks could be considered physically educating and no deluge of rain on the
tennis courts could dampen the insistence of the department. So we donned
figure-disgracing tunics and led with our chests on the grass or the splinters
as the seasons changed... We listened to Miss Petts as she lectured with her
arm around the long-lived skeleton .. . We went in for the modern dance...
We tried to keep eyes focused on the shuttlecock after an all-night vigil with a
philosophy paper. We did not mind, however, cheering our more athletically
inclined classmates as they raced Ursinus up and down the hockey fields in mit-
tens and ear muffs... watching the Dance Club’s outdoor production of Mr.
Schumann’s cycle of fairy-story operettas . . . playing a vague outfielder in
the faculty student baseball games come spring ... and we loved the inter-
hall hockey games, replete with song, slogan, and costume.

The Athletic Association also dug up a war activity designed for that rare
species—the outdoor girl. Philadelphia farms needed harvesting and, to the
distress of previously unrecognized muscles, we did it. We picked apples, we
shucked corn, and we ached.

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Not content with keeping our hands and feet busy, not to say weary, the
Alliance gave us food for thought, and for concerted action. It presented a
yearly series of assemblies on matters of current interest by outstanding speak-
ers. It pepped up Current Events to the unrecognizable extent that people
were crowded into the hall outside the Common Room. It organized the Politi-

cal Discussion Group.

Unwilling to be left behind in the patriotic rush, Undergrad and the League
joined forces with the Alliance senior year and sponsored the Undergraduate
Volunteer Activities Program. UVAP asked three hours of war work a week
from everyone and with its campaign achieved a new high in concerted effort
among recalcitrant Bryn Mawrtyrs. Undergrad prevented by its war activity
the tragedy of Rockefeller Hall and the Deanery—adrift with insufficient
maid service. Co-operative dining-room life, for better or for worse, was un-
dertaken in Rock. Catastrophes were few—chiefly in the water-pouring line
—and adaptability was rapid. There is some question as to whether the flower-
skirted waitresses in the Deanery can ever be budged. Their penchant for
eavesdropping on faculty luncheon gossip has become too strong.

The League, its pattern little changed in four years, numbered its regular
activities in with UVAP war work—reading to the blind and teaching maids’
classes. The League-sponsored Maids’ Bureau flourished, producing slip-covers,
curtains, and the widely prevalent items in the Bryn Mawr spring wardrobe.

Life is gay—life is pleasant?




The Maids’ Bureau producing their versatile
broomstick skirt—Bryn Mawr uniform when blue
jeans are verboten.



For the aesthetic, the dance Club—and for
the Dance Club, the Spring production
in Wyndham garden.

The war reached out to touch still another extra-curricular aspect of Bryn
Mawr—incongruously enough, the activities in drama and song. Haverford’s
much-maligned but indispensable male support waned considerably in our four
years. By senior year, the Varsity Players’ Club did “As You Like It” wholly
without their aid. Freshman Show and Freshman Hall Play competition, not
to mention Bryn Mawr life in general, made them fully capable, we hasten to
add. Gilbert and Sullivan, too, went on, as the show must, with the “Mikado”
in the spring of 1944 sans Haverford. The Glee Club, much enlarged and more
ambitiously inclined, found greener fields by way of substitution and present-
ed two large concerts with Harvard and two with Princeton.

Fleurs — from Haverford to
Bryn Mawr—marking the end
of a joint effort in the drama.




The Glee Club in full force and full uniform, but, by way of variation, with
mouths closed.

For those with literary inclinations, little change occurred in their activities.
Reflecting only in the quality of its paper and the decrease in its advertising
(the effect of war) the “College News” continued to tear its collective hair in
the early morning hours in an effort to fill its four pages, purported to reflect
campus life, with more than Wits’ End. Increased student participation proved
a boon to the “News”, however, and less often were they forced to editorialize
over the campus squirrels or the lamentable habit of walking across the grass.

Apparently a recurring phenomenon, the quiet death of the “Lantern” oc-
curred, followed almost at once by the appearance of the “Title”’
tious in format and more variegated in content—as the literary magazine.

more ambi-



No matter how many bed-baths we gave, or how many bandages we rolled,
we always belonged to a club—French Club, German Club, Spanish Club, Phil-
osophy Club, Dance Club, ad nauseum. They did not die, though some of
them came near it, in the crush of war activities. Chief event in the German
and French Clubs continued to be their Christmas plays, and the young Span-
ish Club followed suit with a Christmas production in their new living-quar-
ters in Radnor.

As a “‘war Class”, then, we saw our organizations tinged and at the same time
revitalized by efforts to contribute to the total war effort, and we, with the
“Spirit of the Red” of our athletic song, contributed toward them.

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KATE A. RAND

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MARY LOUISE REESE



MARY FLORENCE SAK





ROSLYN S. RICHMAN

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NEWERT V. SHAMLIAN



RENATE SOMMERNITZ



HARRIET SHAPIRO
(Mrs. Melvin Morrel)

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MONTGOMERY SUPPLEE



BARBARA LEE STEELE



PATRICIA A. TAGGART

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VIRGINIA E. THOMAS



MARIAN E. THOMAS





LOIS TOWNSEND

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YVONNE TOWNSEND





ELIZABETH A. UPDEGRAFF



JULIA WATSON TURNER

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CHLOE TYLER WALKER





PATRICIA ANN WEBSTER



LOUISE W. WALKER

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CAROL WILDERMUTH



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LOIS E. WELLS



GENEVIEVE D. WINSTON

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REBECCA C. WOOD



MARY A. WOOD



ANNE ZEAMER

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CHARLOTTE ZIMMERMAN

Members not present when pictures were taken:

DORIS MAE BARNETT

CONSTANCE BIDDLE

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KATHERINE ELIZABETH MORSE

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Jhe Yearbook Staff

Editors Editorial Staff Photography
Kate A. Rand Amanda Eggert Hannah Kaufmann
Marian E. Thomas Lydia Gifford
Elizabeth Gundersen Business and Circulation Manager
Advertising Manager Jeanne Marie Lee Ann Fitzgibbons
Ann Clarke Alison Merrill

Patricia Platt

FORMER MEMBERS OF THE CLASS

*Armstrong, Virginia Dudley Hendrickson, Ruth Anne

Andrews, Jean (Mrs. Thomas George) (Mrs. Tristram Coffin)

Anson Cordelia Hogue, Marian

Aymer, Ann L. Johnson, Patricia Sayre
(Mrs. Robert Lee Bullard, 3rd) Jones, Eleanor H.

Bloch, Marlyse King, Nancy Parker

Brown, Sylvia Arthur Knight, Marian Ralston

Bruce, Louise Reid (Mrs. Frederick Rowe, Jr.)

Burch, Helen H. MacDonald, Alice

Burnett, Helen Adelaide MacMillan, Mary Katherine

Choate, Sylvia Minot, Alice W.

(Mrs. Alexander Whitman) (Mrs. Theodore Deppe)
Cotton, Elizabeth Naylor, Mary Regan
Coward, Mildred Joan Nixon, Virginia Lee
Dallam, Betty H. Place, Angela Toland
Dent, Edith B. Preston, Jean Isabel
Derby, Judith Q. Robinson, Gloria
Doolin, Elizabeth Dent (Mrs. Franklin Robinson)
*Dunn, Harriet Hildreth Santee, Ann
Edwards, Kathryn Anne Sapp, Nancy
England, E. Keo Schmidt, Josephine

(Mrs. Stewart Mittnacht) Shlaudeman, Ann
Everton, Lucy L. M. Stanford, Calentine
Feather, Ilka (Mrs. Herbert Minturn) Stevenson, Suzanne
Feind, Lisbeth *Smith, Penelope
Fogel, Helen S. *Swift, Lilias H. (Mrs. David Barton)

(Mrs. Ambrose Pendergrass) “Van Nest, Marguerite
Franklin, Jean Clisby Wallace, Marian
Glanker, Winnifred (Mrs. Edward Standard)
Gross, Nancy C. Williams, Anne B.

Hackett, Mary L. Winterhalter, Lucille H.

Hall, Jane (Mrs. Melvin Winterhalter)
Hamilton, Ann *Wehrwein, Annabel
Hathaway, Elizabeth (Mrs. Earl Rich) Woo, Jerusha S.

“Hoopes, Jean E. Woods, Anne B.

H’Doubler, Alice

“Members who accelerated into Class of °44.

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DIRECTORY

Ashodian, Mila Jeanette

14 Cleveland Ave., Narberth, Pa.
Ballard, Carol Cole

48 Ledyard Rd., West Hartford, Conn.
Barker, Judith E.

1448 Milner Crescent, Birmingham,

Ala.
Barnett, Doris Mae

542 Hansel Road, Wynnewood, Pa.
Beal, Virginia

1 Beekman Place, N. Y. C. 22
Bensinger, Suzanne V.

1145 Sheridan Road, Glencoe, Il.
Biddle, Constance

Newtown Square, Pa.
Binger, Charlotte H.

L827 Be theStswNe Ve Cuz
Blommers, Elizabeth Ann

253 Hathaway Lane, Wynnewood, Pa.
Bloomfield, Margaret Jane

Elkhart Lake, Wis.
Boudreau, Cynthia Elizabeth

40 Fifth Ave., N. Y. C. 11
Browder, Margaret Henderson

741 Felder Ave., Montgomery, Ala.
Brunt, Edith M.

88 Sunnyside Ave., Tarrytown, N. Y.
Buchanan, Barbara

308 N. Chester Rd., Swarthmore, Pa.
Cecil, Jo Anne (no address)
Clarke, Ann

115 N. Fountain Ave., Wichita, Kas.
Cobb, Mary Christine

35 Ash St., Cambridge, Mass.
Cohen, Leah Sonia

Oakes Ave., Magnolia, Mass.
Coleman, Susan N.

Eccleston, Md.
Cox, Mary L.

609 E. Gravers Lane, Chestnut Hill,

Philadelphia 19, Pa.
Eggert, Amanda

391 Highland Ave., Upper Montclair,

New Jersey
Einhorn, Helen

85 E. 54th St., Brooklyn 3, N. Y.
Ely, Nancy M.

2 Seminary Hill, Alexandria, Va.

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Ericson, Britta M. E.

4424 Jefferson Drive, Munhall, Pa.
Field, Marie Louise

414 St. Davids Road, Wayne, Pa.
Fitzgibbons, Ann Mary

467 Washington St., Whitman, Mass.
Gifford, Lydia

25 Chestnut St., Boston, Mass.
Grimm, Colleen

2235 E. 26th St., Tulsa, Okla.
Gundersen, Elizabeth Head

218 S. 14th St., LaCrosse, Wis.
Hall, Lucy

1408 Ee 46thiStaclNe Yon Geel/,
Harper, Julie Houstoun

Box 325, Delray Beach, Fla.
Hayes, Mary Jean

607 Ray Drive, Silver Springs, Md.
Helman, Shirley

64 Parkman St., Brookline 46, Mass.
Hersey, Helena Lispenard

54 Kay St., Newport, R. I.
Hutchins, Marguerite

529 Montgomery Ave., Haverford, Pa.
Hutzler, Esterlee

270 Park Ave., N. Y. C. 17
Jungster, Lore

320 W. 90th St., N. Y. C. 24
Kaufmann, Hannah Cecilia

53 Trenor Drive, New Rochelle, N. Y.
Kent, Rosamond Mary

17 Hawthorn Road, Brookline, Mass.
Kingsbury, Jocelyn Felicia

Wilson Rd., R. F. D. 37, South Nor-

walk, Conn.
Kistler, Barbara Leh

1602 Hamilton St., Allentown, Pa.
Kitto, Dorothy L.

815 S. 48th St., Philadelphia 43, Pa.
Korn, Miriam

875 Park Ave., N. Y. C. 21
Lee, Jeanne-Marie

544 E. 89th St., N. Y. C. 28
Lichten, Susan Rogers

517 Lancaster Ave., Haverford, Pa.
Littwin, Enid Lucille

44 Butler Place, Brooklyn 17, N. Y.
DIRECTORY

Lutz, Katharine
318 N. Lansdowne Ave., Lansdowne,
Ras
Malik, Harsimran, care of H. S. Malik,
Prime Minister’s House, Patiala, India
Marks, Diana P.
114 E. 90th St., N. Y. C. 28
Maynard, Barbara
814 4th Ave., N. Troy, New York
Mercer, Elizabeth Ann
3628 Windam Place N. W., Washing-
ton 8, D. C.
Merrill, Mary Alison
509 Glen Mitchell Rd., Sewickley, Pa.
Miles, Mary E.
2934 28th St. N. W., Washington 8,
D.C.
Mills, Mary Louise
20 S. Park Drive, Gloversville, N. Y.
Montgomery, Nina K.
173 E. 80th St., N. Y. C. 21
More, Mary Virginia
103 E. 86th St., N. Y. C. 28
Morrison, Estelle G.
6 W. 77th St., N. Y. C. 24
Nose, Marguerite S.
1375 S. 28th St., Arlington, Va.
Perry, Nancy F.
14 Conwell St., Seaford, Del.
Pike, Katherine
P. O. Box 936, Sioux City, Iowa
Piwosky, Nona F.
527 Westview St., Philadelphia 19, Pa.
Platt, Patricia Louise
340 Park Ave., N. Y. C. 22
Post, Lois L.
39 St. Clair Drive, Pittsburgh 16, Pa.
Potter, Jean Alice
1688 Northlawn Drive, Birmingham,
Mich.
Rand, Kate A.
1800 Dupont Ave. S., Minneapolis,
Minn.
Reese, Mary Louise
513 W. Main St., Taylorville, Ill.
Richman, Roslyn S.
66-18 Colonial Ave., Forest Hills, L. L.,
INEaYe

Sax, Mary Florence

6429 Drexel Road, Overbrook, Phila-

delphia 31, Pa.
Shamlian, Newert V.

1008 Lancaster Ave., Bryn Mawr, Pa.
Shapiro, Harriet

925 W. Carmen Ave., Chicago 40, Il.
Sommernitz, Renate

1070 Park Ave., N. Y. C. 28
Steele, Barbara Lee

3807 W St. S. E., Washington 20,

D. C.
Supplee, Montgomery

4410 Bedford Place, Baltimore 18, Md.
Taggart, Patricia A.

539 Argyle Road, Drexel Park, Pa.
Thomas, Marian E.

706 Felder Ave., Montgomery, Ala.
Thomas, Virginia E.

188 East End Ave., N. Y. C. 28
Townsend, Lois

Slope Drive, Short Hills, N. J.
‘Townsend, Yvonne

425 BE. 86th St, Ni ¥. G. 28
Turner, Julia W.

113 Fulton St., Geneva, Il.
Updegraff, Elizabeth A.

205 S. McAlpin St., Philadelphia 4, Pa.
Walker, Chloe Tyler

Woodberry Forest, Va.
Walker, Louise W.

2 Lowell Road, Concord, Mass.
Webster, Patricia Ann

1838 Ashland Ave., St. Paul 5, Minn.
Wells, Lois E.

Dolgelly, Bryn Mawr, Pa.
Wildermuth, Carol

600 3rd St., Brooklyn 15, N. Y.
Winston, Genevieve D.

The Mermont, Bryn Mawr, Pa.
Wood, Mary A.

406 Accomac Rd., Wyncote, Pa.
Wood, Rebecca C.

272 W. Main St., Moorestown, N. J.
Zeamer, Anne

56 Ridge St., Orange, N. J.
Zimmerman, Charlotte

2706 Kilgore Ave., Raleigh, N. C.

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