Harrington, Mary Lou

Mary Lou Harrington

From the November 8, 1940 Mar-Ken Journal:
YOU AND I: Mary Lou Harrington left Detroit, Michigan, August 21, 1939. She was very sad when she left because she was leaving her father back there. She didn’t care much for Wyoming because it didn’t have any trees. She’s stayed at Wyoming for a week, then went on to California. / Last year she was in a picture called “My Favorite Wife.” She was also in another picture called “Girl From God’s Country,” with Chester Morris and Jane Wyatt. She has only been going to Mar-Ken for two weeks, but she likes it very much.

From the September 28, 1942 Mar-Ken Journal:
•Mary Lou Harrington is a 1st and 2nd grade reporter for Junior High Section of this and the October 13, 1942 issues of the Mar-Ken Journal.
•7th Grade: Mary Lou Harrington’s father came home to stay. She hadn’t seen him in three years.

From the October 13, 1942 Mar-Ken Journal:
•MOVIE NEWS OF THE WEEK: 7th and 8th Grade: Mary Lou saw The Gay Sisters and said it was a dilly.
•Mary Lou Harrington co-wrote the column “Favorite Sayings” in this issue of the school newspaper.

From the 1943 Mar-Ken Primary and Junior High Annual:
•Nicknames:  May Lou – “Little Poko”
•Predictions 21 years from now: Mary Lou Harrington will be a secretary.
•What would happen if – May Lou would make up all her back work?
•Mary Lou served on the Journalism Typing Committee.
•Mary Lou Harrington wrote:

Little Willie
Little Willie in bows and sashes
Fell in the fire got burned to ashes
In the winter when the weather’s chilly
No one likes to poke up Willie.

Little Willie hung his sister
She was dead before we miss’t her
Willi’s always up to trixs
Ain’t he cute, he’s only six?

Willie on the railroad track
The engine gave a squeal
The engineer just took a spade
And scraped him off the wheel.

Willie with the thirst for gore
Nailed the baby to the door
Mother said with humor quaint
Willie Dear don’t spoil the paint.

Little Will with father’s gun
Punctured Grandma just for fun
Mother frowned at Willie Lad
It’s the last shell father had.