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

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CU-3 THE MAIQLBQIQQUGH DIAIQV C-65 i I der who it can be. Why, Mary Swartz! What a shock! I mean, what a pleasant surprise! Me: There's Janan Loetscher, the new Governess of the State. By the way, I voted for Margaret Kinney and Jean Mustard for Represen- tatives. I think they both have a lot of common sense, and I know they have oratorical ability. Jayne: Say! Neither of them has oratorical ability like Barbara Albertson's! Mark my words, she'll be Speaker of the House in a couple of years. Me: Yes, I distinctly remember the poise she displayed when she gave her oration in our English class years ago. fExcitedlyJ, Oh, where are my glasses? I can,t believe it's true! Yes, it is! 'Kitty Denlay, famous Hawaiian beach-comber, also world's champion diver for nickels and dimes.' There she is. Thatls Kitty Alden. And those awful looking chil- dren in nothing but sun-bonnets must be hers. And what wild company she's keeping. Look at that snaky Hula dancer. Why, it's Lucia Ray- mond! Would't Miss Blake be depressed? Jayne: She'd also be shocked to see Helene Goodell trying to break the tree-sitting record. But I always thought Helene would make a swell tree-sitter. Me: Well, at any rate, our class had two members that would be credits to any school. Louise Thomson and Doris Hass, poor people, they certainly were martyrs to the cause. Imagine anyone's having courage enough to go out and teach table manners to the South Sea Islanders. But they didn't know that one of the choicest dishes was lady, parboiled. Although I guess they had the satisfaction of knowing their pupils handled their carving knives in the approved manner. Jayne: And they also had the satisfaction of knowing that Orian Smith laid them to rest. Orian, you know, married the Reverend Mr. Jones, and after his death she took over his business, I hear she has made a great success of it. fLooking at the picture again., People always said that such dignity should grace a pulpit. Me: There are Mary Pike and Vernette Ripley. Jayne fexcitedlyJ: Where?,' Me: There, behind that sort of large man. Pike is covered up with ice-picks, or is it axes? Rip is pulling that old lady up over the cliff. Jayne: Why, I didn't know they took pack trips up the Alps. How long has this been going on? E691

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Om THE MAIQLBQIQQUGH DIAIQY 5-65 I I Me: Oh, for ages, simply ages. They started their trade with Jacqueline Smith-the famous dentist-who was going up to Switzerland to find a kind of tangerine that helped along teeth. She never came down, I'm afraid. Or if she did, she came down without her tangerinesf' Jayne: How sad! That story is similar to Mary Margaret Hobson's. She wanted to be in the Scientific Research business, but when she took the entrance examination, she flunked fiat-due, I think, to her poor method of studying at school-no system, you know. The head scientist told her where she could go in such a way that she took offense and decided that she'd show him, the old meany! So she left for Mars. She landed all right, but now she can't come down again, and Pat Ruck- stell is planning to go up and get her. Pat has made several record-break- ing Hights in her 116 cylinder Ford plane, one to the moon, and two non- stops around the earth. Me: Why, I think that's wonderful! Did she get any reward?,' Jayne: 0h, yes! Betty Hale, the president of the Austin Motor Company, presented her with a collapsible Austin that can be carried in a plane, so that Pat would always have a means of transportation, even on the moon. And Brenda Boos, chairman of the Ladies' Aid Society, gave her a smut tag ffor social prestigej and a lavender mascot ffor companionable sentiment up in the stretches of dreary atmosphereJ. Virginia Gray was going to take a group picture of the tag, the mascot, and Brenda, but she was late. Me: Remember how active Brenda used to be? Chairman of the Ladies' Aid! But age does begin to tell. Look at Betty Lee Cline. Fifteen kids, and she never had time to do anything except let those twins, and triplets, and singletons run her ragged Last time I saw her, she was try- ing to keep a half a dozen of heruboys from playing football with the baby. Jayne: And Natalie Tatum! She used to be a non-smut fifteen years ago. But now she has her eye on bigger things. She spoke over television last week on Woman-and Her Place in the World. She's an economist, you know. I guess shels made a success of it. She was always interested in queer things. She learned the divorce laws by spend- ing three months in Reno with three different husbands. And, after she had lived off the state and the country poor house for six weeks, she wrote that book, 'From Marlborough to the Poor House, and Why.' Me: 'Tm afraid we're neglecting the picture. Jayne: It's only the news reel. Me: But look! Them-e's a picture of Ada V. Blake driving a tractor. 'Woman farmer in Iowa.' Doesn't she look husky, though, and so ef- 11711