Marlborough High School - Sundial Yearbook (Los Angeles, CA)

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CB-5 THE MAIQLBQIQQUQH DIAIQV 555 I l Seniors at last! The result of three years of hard work, and although our numbers were somewhat smaller we were still almost seventy strong. A full year! Everyone working to gain her end! A change in the Serendipity from the monthly to the weekly, formation of many new committees, our president, Virginia Chamberlain, our Student Council leader, Lucia Raymond, and our class advisers, Miss De Wolf and Mrs. Brueckner, working constantly with us. Speaking of tangible contri- butions, what could be more touching than our present to Miss Blake- the Herzog von Marlborough! I liked being a Senior best of all, Jayne was heard to say, because of our privilege day! Wasn't that fun, surprising everyone? And we got out every Friday afternoon at three!', just then Betty Lee interrupted to remember how we had come to school early one morning to decorate the Christmas tree and to present Duke and his pedigree to Miss Blake. Then our delicious Senior break- fast and the march into the study hall! The stirring voice of Virginia Littlejohn, our class orator, broke in: I still think about the day when they said we might have our rings! I never will forget how thrilled I wasli' Then Edwine chimed in: Speak- ing of being thrilled, do you remember when the annual actually came out? Murmurs of I still have mine. Graduation! The culmination of our full school life. Happiness of achievement, coupled with the unhappiness of leaving the place, Marlborough, which had marked four of the most memorable years of our lives! ORIAN SMITH. CICISS DPOp!1QCq The scene is laid in a moving picture house. There are a number of chairs facing toward the audience, and in a few minutes most of them are filled with various people. QAII of them will turn out later to be graduates of Marlborough., Two chairs, however, are left vacant in the middle of the front row, and just as everyone settles back, with the air of the pic- ture's just beginning, two women, one from each side of the section, dash in and clamber over feet, etc., until they reach the seats left in the middle. As a result, they sink down side by side. During the process of taking off coats and hats, they turn and see each other face to face, and then both start with surprise. E641

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C25 Tl-ui MAIQLBQIQQUQH DIAIQV 5-65 h i Me: Why, Jayne Spence! I was never so surprised! Never! How have you been? It must be all of fifteen years since I last saw you! And you haven't changed a bit! How are your cute little children? And the dear professor? Jayne: Oh, the kids are fine. They take care of themselves beauti- fully. But John is sort of helpless. Barbara Lee came to see me about some charity work she is doing now, and she gave my husband a look that seemed to say, 'Charity begins at home.' Me: Anne Arneill and Janet Crump are roommates again. Poor girls! Sixteen dollars a week each of them. And twelve-hour days. Janet gets up at four, and Ann at four-thirty. They are working in Margaret Viault's Hour mill. You know, she took over her father's business and is conducting it in a very economic way. The employees Cat all three meals there-which, of course, is taken off their wages,-and they are fed on pills -one pill a meal. You remember how plump Ann used to be? Well, she's gotten quite thin, poor girl. Jayne fwho meanwhile has turned to watch the stageJ: Why, Virginia! Isn't that Tip Tweedy on the stage? And singing! My, she certainly has come a long way since the Glee Club days! Look at that diaphragm. And there are Laura Lois January and Mildred Wagner in the chorus. They're kind of peaked looking, aren't they? I distinctly counted ten of Kewpie's ribs. Me: And, my dear! There are Margaret Brandel and Mary Sin- clair doing trapeze work. You know, they used to leap so beautifully when they played basketball. And here come Ruth Beasly and Betty Bardwell. Clogging! I hardly recognized them through that darkie make- up. There's one of those horrible Mammy singers. Say, that voice has a familiar sound. I believe it's Elise Bowman! She finally went to the Uni- versity of Alabama, you know. That must have been where she picked up the negro accent. Jayne: Speaking of colleges, do you know that Pat Burks and Sue Clark are still trying for Arizona? Sue has rheumatism, and Pat has a new set of upper teeth, but they're still plugging away. Me: Who are those people? Remind me, kind of, of Laurel and Hardy. No, they're women. As I live and breathe! Germaine Mitchel and Vivian Gresley! And listen to the wise-cracks! I remember when those were printed in the Serendipity-although those persons behind us seem to be enjoying themselves. My dear! flowerJ No wonder they' re laughing. They're Kay Roberts and Catherine Bradford. They used to i661