Girls Vocational School - Sun Dial Yearbook (Baltimore, MD)

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THE TRADE ON HAVING 'roo MANY S1s'rERs QContinuedj closet to take a certain dress in which you think you look your best. Sud- denly, out of a clear blue sky, the dress has vanished. After a frantic search you finally discover that one of your sisters is Ndolled up', in your dress. NVith dismay you realize that this is the disadvantage of having a sister the same size as you. You select another dress not nearly so pretty as your first choice. You slip it on, but the neck line is not flattering. A pin would look lovely there. Cheered by the idea you go to the dressing table knowing just the one you want. Alas! another sister has taken proud possession of it for a night. A string of beads has to be substituted. The effect these create is not so complimentary, but you are now practically dressed and try to keep calm and begin to arrange your hair. Queer though you had it waved, the curls do not fall into place. A thought! The tiny clip that matches the necklace is just the thing. Yes, your younger sister departed with that an hour ago. Again you bite your lip and squint your eyes to keep the tears away. At least you can use some of your new and expensive perfume. The bottle is hidden away in your bureau. You cannot find it, so you call to Mother. Mother softly explains that the children were straightening the room and accidently spilled all the contents of the bottle. Now you want to cry! Instead you take a deep breath, for if the tears start to fall you will muss your face on which you have taken so many pains. A last look in the mirror is not very reassuring after spending two hours getting dressed. As you slowly descend the stairs with a lost and disgusted feeling, you realize the tragedy of having too many sisters. STREET CARS WCJULD BE PERFECT IF: More knee space and comfortable seats were provided. A three-piece orchestra were on the platform to play favorite numbers. An usher were there t.o show us to our place. There were Hat escalators so that one would not be jerked when the car started. Motormen knew each individual so he could awaken the rider at his destination. Street car temperatures were 700 or above. Street cars never became crowded. Hot chocolate were served and peanuts and candy were sold. Cars were always on time. The car took one directly to his door. It never passed one by. Then-I am sure, all you street car riders will agree that street cars would be perfect. Dorothy Foote 32

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TACKLER FASHIONS IN F UNNY PAPERS By Clementine Fertitta THE OTHER NIGHT I had just finished reading the comics when I decided to go to bed. It wasn't long before I began to view again the characters that appear in the funny papers. This time it was in a dream, and each character was boasting of some particular style that she was featuring. Tillie the Toiler was about to go for a spin in one of those beautiful cars that are always waiting for Tillie to jump in. She was wearing a white sport dress with pleats in the shoulders, and at the upper part of her arm were more pleats. The collar was very mannish and for some reason or other our dainty Tillie looked attractive in this type of a collar. She paused to look in a mirror as she placed her hands in the pocket at the hips. She remarked about the way the pleats in the skirt were setg these pleats start at the pockets and end at the hemline. As the door-bell rings Tillie grabbed her dark acces- sories and vanished. To take her place was another charming miss. VVinnie Wiukle was ready to dash off to one of those gay parties with some of the friends of lXIr. Cutting's daughter. Her black dress had a high neckline in the front, but the back was quite different. The rolled neckline in the front gave the added touch of sport that was needed for the unsophisticated personality Miss Winkle would portray that evening. The collar and the cuffs matched the gold belt. Halfway down the front of the gown was a row of small, black covered buttons. The wide skirt added to Winnie Winkle's gracefulness. Winnie,s escort was so proud of his new evening vest that he insisted on taking off his dinner jacket just once more. This vest was backless except for the straps that were arranged suspender fashion. The front had short- ening and lengthening tabs. As they entered the house where the party was being given, this gentle- man was still explaining the long salestalk given by the man when he bought the suit. In concluding he added that the dandies were sporting colored satins to match their boutonnieres. Is there any wonder that Winnie was glad to dodge her boring escort as soon as possible? But she also dodged my sight because I dreamed of her no more. ON HAVING Too MANY SISTERS By Mary Bare Low: THY SISTERS and brothers. How can one live up to this when one has eight sisters? Especially when each insists that you lend her this or give her that? Picture yourself about ready to dress for a very important occasion. You have finished your bath, are partly dressed, and you turn to enter your 31

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TACKLER THE ROMANCE OF A DANCE By Vera Mossman The gay frock of gold that I wore to the dance, was a promise of sophistica- tion, and a step towards romance, The shirred satin collar of pussy-willow design, stood up in the back in a manner divine. The shirred bloused effect, concluded at the waist, and the back that wasn't there was almost a disgrace, The flared skirt fitted tightly at the hips, my dear, and to bend over too sud- denly would mean disaster, I fear. Bly toes twinkled merrily in sandles minus the toes, and the bare heel I dis- played, why it nearly froze! Six thin straps, buckling on the side, were not only unique, but the height of my pride. VVhile of my cup of punch I was sipping a bit, I was invited to twirl, by a cute little trick! He fetched me my bag of mellow gold crepe, and while he was gone, I indulged in the cake. Upon his appearance, I opened the flap of my bag, and took out my puf attached to what he called a flag, It was really a chiffon hanky, ever so long, I picked up in fair London, for little more than a song. While dancing, the conversation was sort of dull, and I noticed a gown of chiffon from halter to toe, The back I Won't mention, for they will never know that her bareness was hid- den by an enormous string bow. Another creation that made me sigh, was of pale blue matelasse with a back- wards jacket of deep pearl grey, The top of the jacket wore a flower or two, and the short skirt in front, is now ultra new. The back of the girl showed from the slit of the jacket, and the buttons thereon resembled the ears of a rabbit, Her curls she had piled away up on high, A good nest forthe birdies, right then said and thought I! But time was passing, and it was soon time to go, and my partner shyly remarked that he hated parting sog He wrapped my gold cape about me, while I tied it in front, and again on the side, in style quite elegant. He saw me to my door, in a brand new limousine, his promise to call inspired me to dream. The gay frock of gold that I wore to the dance, decked me in sophistication, and brought me romance. 33