Anna Head School - Nods and Becks Yearbook (Berkeley, CA)

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1 see files of papers .... a mahogany desk. At it sits Phyllis Clark, editor of the New York Herald. I see a French beauty parlor presided o er by the fair Hazel Davis. Madame Zara moved restlessly, passed her hands over her eyes and then continued : Napa .... a padded cell .... The door bursts open and out rushes a shrieking form. It is ... . Grace Hurt She has reached five million, counting Los Altos ' weeds on her fingers. I see the flutter and glint of rainbow chiffon .... the orchestra stops with a crash. Eloise McCleave, the he ad entertainer at Tait ' s, bows gracefully to the applauding crowd. Fourteenth and Broadway .... a brass-buttoned and blue-coated police- woman. It is Kathleen Grattan, who directs the hurrying throng. I see an auto-show and a fair demonstrator with auburn curls. It is Tay Cutler who emerges from the sumptuous tonneau of a canary-colored .... Ford. Cavorting across the meadow, I see a damsel flitting hither and thither, pawing the air with a net. It is Jane Stow .... the famous bugologist. I see a herd of cattle slowly coming down the lane It is Felicia Meikle who drives them homeward. Madame Zora raised her eyes from the globe and gazed intently into space and finally returned to the crystal : Greenwich Village through a film of smoke I see Dorothy Perkins idly daubing at a futurist picture and Loal Beck the sylph-like model. I see raffia .... raffia .... moving .... shaking .... trembling It is Ramona Schacht, a hula dancer. Mary Stewart writes verse freer than the winds and blanker than the blankest. I see a circus .... Janette Comstock, the dainty bareback rider, jumps galloping from one steed to the other. In the same tent stands a huge cage, filled with roaring lions, who tremble at the sight of petite Florence Clark. I see a beautifully appointed dinner-table presided over by the smiling and gracious figure of Bessie W ' illcut. I see a corpse .... it is Esther Robbing .... dead from the burden of carrying so many frat pins and rings. Carolyn Horner glibly says, ' Number, please, ' as she polishes her nails and flirts coquettishly with one of the bell-boys at the St. Francis. I see a convent .... under a spreading maple sits a nun. It is Rebecca ( irey. The Orpheum stage .... fantastic costumes. A dancer sways to and fro to the music I it is Ruth Armstrong who takes the honors. I see a big brick building with a high wall around it. .Someone comes to the gate: it is Carolvn Rodolph, head of the Home for Orphans. [ 2 ' ) ]

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Carulv.v Rodoi.I ' H Oakland, California Doctor Stcrnro (l in Pomander Walk ' J ' aI Cl ' TI.KR Derkelev, California Class P r n 1 h e c y Xr WAS on a warm afternoon that I climhud the rieketv old stairs of a shabby brown house and rang the bell. There was not a sound in answer to my ring- and I was about to leave when the door was opened by a soft- treading Hindu, who led me into a dark room, where at the farthest end sat Madame Zara, the world ' s most renowned crystal-gazer, whom I had come far to see. As I started to speak she held up her hand, and in a deep, resonant voice said, Speak not, you have come to learn the fate of your old associates. I sat down near her and she fixed her gaze on the bright ball before her. .She spoke slowly at first : T see musical instruments .... a band .... yes, it is she. .Adrienne .... Adrienne Leonard, the leader of the famous .Art Hickman Orchestra. I see weird figures on the board. .A teacher with tortoise-shell glasses. It is Gertrude Strain. Miriam Martin seems to be a traxeling saleslady for the Black Jack Chewing-gum Company. On the last step of the top floor of the W ' oulworth Building sits the janitress, E ' elyn Nash, fanning her crimson face with her dust-pan. I 2S 1 -

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I ' ifth Avenue .... a parade .... at the head is Phyllis Kelt leading- the suffrag-ettes. I see a dentist ' s office .... oxer the suffering patient leans a dark-haired girl : it is Elizabeth Jacobi, who extracts teeth by the Painful Parker Method. Tare, please; fare, please! ' cries Barbara Simpson, ' the first and only conducterette. I see a big white house on top of a hill. Telescopes and spyglasses every- where. Here lives Hally Pomeroy, the most famous of modern astronomers. I see a deep forest .... a girl running among the trees It is Ruth McBride, the ' back-to-nature ' girl. Golf-links .... a whizzing ball .... it is Helen Carr who comes over the hill ; she has won the championship for the past five years. I see a large limousine; out of it steps Virginia Gregory, the movie star, called ' Mary Pickford the Second. I see before me a large prairie; out of the dust comes riding Adnell Robinson, the owner of the ' Silver Star ' ranch. Carolyn Kiester, I see as the first woman Senator from California. An aeroplane glides gracefully to the ground and Dorothy Kinney steps from her high-powered machine. I see the Varsity Candy Shop .... the soda fountain .... there stands Drusilla Baldwin, mixing mysterious concoctions. Madame Zara raised her eyes. That is all, she said. The Hindu servant appeared to show me out. Wait! I cried. You ha e forgotten one. Forgotten one? .She gazed again into the ball. There is no one else, she said. As she spoke she half raised the veil that had covered her face. I stared at her. Why, why, it can ' t be you, Madame Zara, who would have guessed? Before me sat Katherine Brokhausen, garbed as Madame Zara. M) '