Philadelphia High School for Girls - Milestone Yearbook (Philadelphia, PA)

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Record Number I9 sweetly in the days of youstabe. The clouds were raised and lowered by systems of levers and pulleys and run by compressed air and water. - VV ith my desire for renewing old acquaintances becoming even more strong, 1 made my way to the roof where I kept my favorite cloudster, and set sail. Up, up, I soared, dodging other cloudsters and traffic policemen. I ventured farther than I had ever gone before, and lo, before me rose a vision the like of which I had never, never seen. A city in the heavens! Tall, white spires, fresh green lawns. and bubbling fountains lay white and lovely in the powerful light of huge lamps that swayed gracefully from the tops of the tall buildings, making the city as light as day. Fastening my cloudster, I stepped into the gay, busy streets of this city at Rainbow's End, its streets as busy and crowded as Market Street at noon. No parking here! curtly announced an authoritative voice which sounded vaguely familiar. I turned, and in spite of her uniform, her cap and shiny badge, I recognized Margaret McLaughlin. You here ? she marveled, as she pumped my arm. Needless to say I did park there and Margaret, who was the Chief of Police, offered to take me on a tour of the city and tell me of our classmates, all of whom now live in Starville, as the city was called. My hat blew off, I mourned, and Margaret led the way to the prettiest little milliner's establishment imaginable, where Iona Caton and her assistants, Ruth Berriman, Sarah Eckman, Carlyne Aamodt and Helen Moore turned out the most bewitching creations Elsie Brinton, Mildred VVheatly and Ruth Glas- gow showed off the models to perfection. - Near this delightful little shop, there was a pageant in progress. A great electric sign announced that here reigned the Queen of Beauty and her court. Mabel Edwards was indeed a charming and peerless queen. The pages, Mary and Elizabeth Hipple, announced that the famous harpist of the age. Leonore VVitzemann, would play for them. Leonore ' did look angelic as she called forth enchanting 1 melodies. Claire de Figaniere, the world's Fl Wsigihl X most graceful dancer, danced to Leonore's 'H V iqx music. General choruses then followed, sung I by the Starville Music Club. of which Mar- 1 4 X ffl J garet Lang, Blanche Fayer, Mary Schaeffer, ', Grace Eckman, Dorothy Kiefner and Mary X Lee were members. In the crowd I caught I- 5 X sight of Lillian Kramer cautioning her young- X ff ' YY est, Please, dear, be still. 6 ffl R, CCVSMXANX A few blocks away. a terrific howling, LCONORe PLAjING A HARP barking, sputtering noise. and the familiar strains known as the Cat's Night Off Sere- nade, which issued from an impressive red brick building. assailed our ears. A line of miserable-looking cats and dogs were waiting at the entrance. Emma Levengood had at last., attained her heart's desire, a home for stray, aged, indis- posed and veteran cats and dogs. Alice McConnell. Helen MacCoy, Rose Londy, and Anna and Agnes McMullen enthusiastically entered into the work of helping QF'