Hannah More School - Within the Lych Gate Yearbook (Reisterstown, MD)

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SENIOR PROPHECY The Gypsy Tea Room in Baltimore was crowded, as usual at the luncheon hour, but above the hubbub there arose a cheerful din which seemed to be concentrated at one long table. Isn't this excruciatingly delightfulf' purred Dolly in her best Miss Avery man- ner. ,lust to think-our last shopping trip together and we are all heref' HI donlt care what anybody says, I think it's sad. Who knows where we may be in ten years? Oh, Joe, cheer up, Snooky. Why worry about ten years from now? Midge, don't be angry with her, shels just curious and I wouldn't mind know- ing myself. Why, we haven't been to town for so long that we have forgotten how to act. I..et's call the tea reader and see where we,ll be ten years from nowf' Sure, Penny, old kid. It's paid for. Let's call her over, agrees practical Aggie Woo. A furious consumption of tea ensues as the gypsy garbed seer approached. Oni, mes jeunes filles, and you weesh the leaves to be read. Who 'ees first? Let's do it alphabetically. I don't mind waitingf' offered Aggie. Jeanne, you're first. Name, pleeze, ma petite. Jeanne Byerlyf' Ah, fille of ze south, I presume. Attendez, I see you are very 'appy. After ten years you 'ave invented a tick serum to take the tick out of 'ze alarm clocks. You will be a famous technician. You will write a short 'storee' on your experiments. Oui, short. And you are zee Mille. Nancy Clay. I see color. Red, green, purple. I see you want to feex up ze 'ouses. Zowie, You 'ave feexed this one up right and now I see ze door open swiftly. Ze owner of zis 'ouse, he feex you. We leave you in ze rue. You are decorating the exterior, not ze interior. Bien entenduf' Oh, my feelings are hurt, Madam. . Come on Midge, youlre next. Who 'ees zis, Midge? , Midge de Roppf' It 'ees coming. There 'eees noise. You are married to a successful plumber of the Jones' family. You and your lubbie live in a palatial three room tenement on East Pearl Street. You spend your hours away from the sink in knitting and pearling steadilyf' Stop, or you'll have me in stitches, said Midge laughingly. In response to this remark, Peggy Hall's gasping giggle was heard to come forth. And this jeune fille 'ees a midget aussi, I suppose?', No, I am Mary Boothe Francisf' I guess I cannot fool you. Attendez. Where are you? There 'ees a shanty. It is yellow. The boardwalk of Atlantic City. The people are passing by. I see a sign on ze front, 'Marie Francee Boothey, Stars Read,. Someone enters and there you are seated on ze floor. You see more in ze stars about your customers than they knew themselves, but ze business 'ees bad today. 'Eet ees cloudy. I donit believe a word of it. 4'Come, we must hurry. I am beginning to see things, strangef, Please do me, Madam De Guernsey. I am Midge Garner. You are going on a trip. There are ze baggagcs all around. Wait, I see you are not alone. Ze enfants are with you, ten, no twentee. Ah, ze day breaks. It ees your simple sewing class of Sykesville off to Europe to learn a French seam. l22l

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'ui THE LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT OF THE SENIOR CLASS Article Article Article Article Article Article Article Article Article Article Article Article Article Article Article OF 1938 Midge de Ropp, leave my stream-lined form to Jean Stevenson Marian Crieb, leave my knitting to Kitty Sabine. Mary Josephs, leave my turned-up nose to Cyrano de Bergerac, left hand bookscase at far end of library. Peggy Hall, leave my blue pleated skirt to anyone who wants it. Agnes Woollen, leave my plain sewingw to Betsy Prosser. Jeanne Byerly, leave my ability to curl hair to Bonnie Jean Cadwalader. Carolyn Westbrooke, leave my quiet temperament to Ruthellen Good- Iflan. Betty Weisbrod, leave my extraordinary intelligence to Elsa Funaro. Margaret Garner, leave my straight, even teeth to Sally Bradford. Dolly Sasscer, leave my ability in lexicography to Marianne Tunks. Betty Hood, leave my grace and ease on the basketball floor to Betsy Prosser. Nancy Clay, leave my mellifiuous tones to Miss Avery. Mary Boothe Francis, leave my length to Janet Reese. Penelope Ward, leave my extra men to Miss Bevan to be used in a way that is useful as well as ornamental. Barbara Pipes, leave my volubility to Cordon Stirling, and more power to her! i211

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My, what a seamy trip that will bef' Quick, some water for Madam Garner, don't do that any more. The Madam isn't quite used to our ways, yetf' Thank you, mes cheres. The shock was a lettle too much, and now ,ees Marion Grieb, out, Voici a saloon, no, a salon, pardon. Ze 'Trot In Beauty Salon.' Un grand seign in ze Neon lights says, 'Tails curled, eyelashes plucked, switches made to order. Come in and bring your horse for complete overhauling. We will not take a neighf That's a running business. Pm next Miss Guernsey. ,lust call me Peggy Hall. This ,ees going to be weighty. I see a jail, no ,eet ees a school. You are head of the Math department at Yale. You have found, after ten years of research, a new way to compute the income tax for all nickels found in phone boothsf, Well, guess l had better start now. Where's a telephone?', Mary Josephs, you 'ave married a Mack Truck driver to keep ze wolf from ze door. You are running a schoolie in a petite garret on de back rue of South Allentown. Says you, replied Joe. Barbara Pipes, Ophelia, you are now the Headings of ze International Peace Organization and Society for the Preservation of Aged Historical Documents, with oflices in Cermanie, Italie, Japon, and Bellgie. Peace reignsf, What peace?,i Ophelia angrily screeches. Betty Rood. 'Georgyf you are a traveling salesman of the firm Johnson and Smith Company, advertising, soap, pickles, water pistols, snake rings, and special- izing in Rubber Buggy Bumpers. Bezziness ,as been very had for ,ou.', Well, it's none of your business, said Rood. Dolly Sasscerf' Tell mel Tell meli' Dollie, I see you are a shadow of your former self. You 'ave lost so much weight, you had to geeve up the Grand Opera and go into de Musical Comedy, until you gained back your oundage by laughing. ln ze mean time you have been col- lecting specimens for our Dictionary, which is enroute. All for me? cried Dolly anxiously. Penny Ward, you have just bought a palatial villa in Reno, in order that you may establish a residence, so you can divorce your present husband which is the third one, so that you may remarry the first onc. You have had all the trees cut down so you can get a sun-tan all over. That reminds me of the other day, out on the hockey field. Betty Weisbrod is living on Seventh Street now, eking out an existence by literary contributions to the better magazines, such as, Chile, Life, Saint Nicholas and The American Girlf' I have written a couple of short stories for Miss Jervis, said Ginsburg, looking in the cup at the tea leaves. Carolyn Westbrooke. What zees? Vegatablesl No, a grocery store. You 'ave a little white apron, you peddle ze cauliflower. All ze house-wives of Jonesboro have credit at your store. You specialize in spare ribs and calves' brains. Carolyn quietly fainted. Agnes Woollen, you are traveling in the best of circles, as you are the head of a slot machine ring, with clientele in Uraguay, Paraguay and Pottsvillef, And all my work for the T.T. has just been hard-labor. Her work done, the fatigued gypsy seer left our boisterous friends and went home to rest for a week. Her parting remark, however. left the little group with cold chills running up and down their spines, it was: 6'The worst is yet to come, my dearsf' l23l