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THE SOROMIAN, 1930 Amiic Let- RivLTs aiui lu-r luisbaiul had preceded us by several months on their way to Leningrad, being now missionaries in Russia. Ada Powell was now an artist ' s model in New ork and had gone abroad on her vacation the preceding summer. Slie «ent with an old friend, Beatrice Pruitt, wlio was going to study in Manchester, being an efficient salesman for Curtiss aeroplanes. 1 hat cxem ' ng, wliile ilancing and becoming acipiainted with our feUow voyagers, we learned of more of our friends. Rutli Hrown, whose luisband was foreign am- bassador to Spain, had lived for some time in Washington. Tliere she liad frequently seen Fronde Rice, who ran an advertising agency there. Along witli this she was making a name for lierself by running a column of Answers for the Lovelorn in one of the ' ashington daily papers. Inez Boleman was also in Washington, gaining fame as a caterer. 1 considered this a most profitable voyage, since I had renewed so many friend- ships and renewed .so many memories. C nh ' one 1 had lieard nothing of, and on asking about her, 1 found that only Ruby Hunnicutt knew where she was. This was Hazel Jeficoat, and she was in California. She designed dresses for the Paramount Pictures in Hollywood, and no picture was considered complete unless it could ad- vertise Ciowns by Hazel. Never have I spent a more thoroughly happy day than this first day out at sea. I shall always have a tender feeling for the lie de France, since it was the location of our happy meeting. Elise Campbell, Prophet. 44-

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THE SOMOMIAN, 1930 ss iLL ashort- that ' s K i fi a.sliorc! caiiic- the cry hchiiul nic, ami tlic (hn s wlk (l to a hirfi ' T ilcjjiec. Haiuikcrchiefs Huttcicd annind nu-, and the two chihlrcn at my side chipped their hands in glee. It was the summer of 1940, and we were hoarchii the He de France for the first ti ' mp. As though this were not enoujih ha|)piness, 1 had been made even ha]ipier by meeting up with sjveral of my friends who were also going abroad. We had had a hilarious time talking over old times, e en though our paths were widely separated now. Only two of us w ' ere accompanied b our husbands, these being Ruth Brown and myself. But Ruth was the same lonely girl, changed jiot at all by marriage, riches, and three charming children. In the same group with her were Marion Ha es, a dress designer on her way to the Paris salons; Margarette Duckworth, a private secretary to a business firm with headquarters in both New ork and London, and Alartha Wyatt, a sociologist investigating the crime wave in the United Kingdom. Such varied interests naturally caused a larger degree of excitement in the group at my side. Incomplete sentences cam; to my ear; they mterrupted each other as though they were school- girls again. I turned my attention to another friend at my side until I heard joyful cries from the group. I turned and found out the reason. Coming toward us across the deck w ere Dorothy Chambers and l uby Hunnicutt, looking just as they did ten years before, on our graduation day. Both of them were connected w ' ith the Newt York Herald, having served their apprenticeship as journalists, and now being sent abroad to interview some visiting royalty at Buckingham Palace. They joined eagerly into the discussion, for they had just left some of our friends at the dock. These were Louise McClellan and Mary Breedin, who run an antique shop just off Broadway. Dorothy and Ruby were acqiuuiited with all the latest news, both having a reputation for attracting gossip. Dorothy had just received a letter from Elma Josey, an as- sistant chemist at Vassar, who planned a trip to New ork in the fall. With her were coming Lillian Glenn and Evelyn eargin, who were both gathering material for their doctors ' dissertations, hoping to obtain their Ph.D. ' s the following spring. Not to be outdone in keeping up with our friends, I also produced a letter, this one from Ruth Cathcart, now a well-known psychiatrist in London also. With her, working in the American Clinic, was Elizabeth Tribble, an accomplished business woman. In her letter Ruth told me of having recently seen Elizabeth Holley, now a principal in one of the Baltimore city schools. As the excitement began to die down soineone suggested lunch. As we went down to lunch our discussion continued. It was in no vi ' ay lessened when we found that Eva Kate Hall was the leading pianist in the ship orchestra, and that Faye Selma Downs was the librarian there. Eva Kate told us of having been a member of the orchestra for some time, and of having met up with some of our classmates there. 43

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