Mabelle Scott Rancho School - Valencia Yearbook (Azusa, CA)

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COURT Wednesday night came at last! That night l had to Walk guiltily to the front of the auditorium to learn what my punishment would be. l had hoped that it would not be too severe. After all it was only my first summons. I strode up there, trying my hardest not to look nervous, to be sworn in by Mary Kath- yrn Iohnson, our court clerk. Connie Carter, the prosecuting attorney, told me that l was charged with leaving my room in disorder. l pleaded guilty with a auaking voice, and Kathryn Manley, the judge, informed me that I would Water plants around Scott Hall every other day for a week. l returned to my seat and breathed a sigh of relief. lt was over! lt Would not be so bad to water plants every other day for a week, but l resolved right there and then that that would be my first and last summons. At the end of the year l looked with envy at the eleven girls who came through the year Without receiving a summons. How Wonderful they must have felt! Besides that, Mrs. Scott took them out for the evening as a reward for their efforts to help her during the year. This year these girls Were: leneviv Boyd, Sallye lames, leanne Ioyce, Kathryn Manley, Barbara McBeth, Pat Byon, Eleanor Wagner, and Mary Ella Culver.

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MUSIC As the eldest brother of the great Steinway family, l have been chosen to relate our experiences with the girls of the Rancho. My brother, who lives in the auditorium, has been the honored guest at five recitals which Mrs. Mary Boyle has supervised. Most of the girls practice their daily lessons on me. Their awkward fingers at first linger on my keys, afraid and unsure of whether this note or that note will be correct. My keys gradually begin to feel an improvement, which brings a tingling feeling to me and makes me want to respond to their touch. As the end of the year comes around, my strings begin to vibrate with now skilled fingers, and I recognize many beautiful melodies. With this new vim and desire to play, my pupils leave me for the summer to bring melody and rhythm from the responsive strings of my relatives in other places. As fall arrives with the freshness of a new school term, my cousin, Mr, Accordion, appears to make his home at the Rancho. Our little squeeze box is a novelty, and it is a pleasure to watch him perform. Soon our squeeze box cousin is not a novelty, but a needed and accustomed friend: and the girls who use him as a medium of expression, find that he is a willing compan- ion to them wherever they go. DRAMA The two dramatics classes displayed a great deal of real talent as the girls put into action the printed words in the scripts that fluttered around the campus during the first few rehearsals. The Warrior's Husband was a play in which the warriors were women and the men stayed at home curling their beards. Seven to One concerned a girls' sorority house and a glee club leader from Princeton-who was it that said, Drama is conflict? Smokescreens was another good play about a young girl whose mother and aunt had conflicting ideas concerning her upbringing. Our Christmas play was very appropriately called Santa and Son, in which Santa's son tried to modernize his old-fashioned father: but the rest of the world would not have it! The Falcon and the Lady was presented one evening after a formal din- ner. lt was a romantic drama in one act. The junior high dramatics class also gave some very interesting plays. The Fatal Quest was one of these. A dashing young prince sought the hand of a beautiful princess, but in true melodramatic style, the characters all met a tragic end as the curtain fell. Hlnformation Please was a play in which we saw only the silhouettes of the actresses behind a screen. The effect was excellent. ln assembly one Wednesday morning we were surprised with Youths Highway, which concerned a promising young artist who came to be one of the Duke's apprentices. He turned out to be the genius, Michelangelo.

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