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

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IJ not the Actor KZ Mem with el heart like you? socks would leap gracefully along, recover a bright green hat with a rakish turn to it, and then saunter nonchalantly onward. By now most of the hats were gone, and a very few people were left in the dining-room. I had almost forgotten the timid little soul sitting nearby, when my wandering gaze discovered him. He was folding his napkin carefully and conscientiously, and adjusting the chair just so. Then, he smiled deprecatingly at the waitress, gave her an overly large tip, and walked to the hat-rack. He apologized to a stout old gentleman for no reason at all, and removed his hat from the rack. I imagine that he had been afraid of disturbing the other hats and thought it safer to wait until his was easily accessible. He walked quietly out and I was the only occupant of the room. On my way out I cast a glance of farewell at the hat-rack standing guard. There were still two or three hats reposing in state. How anyone can forget a hat on a hat-rack is incomprehensible to me, for, to me a hat-rack is truly educational, and through it one is introduced to many types of people. JUNE STEVENSON, '31 Firrl Prize Nod! and Beekr Lilemry Context 2, I px , r. f. t. - V f-:V-te.. -M- , . , -A.. .. . . X tm- 4 .5 .,.,, qv., 1 l t- . I . s f ,, V? 51 if: l- Q rf ,. 2, I , , it l' 'i.. Wi' ,' yt 2' fi 5 H 51 I , 1, - , i l - - ., .- . if . I .f ' i -. w at v :V V I - 4 - 'r 1 -: 5 1, l . 15' iam 'V . 'S' 2: 15, 3 ig .5 ' .6 ' 1 1,1 I -- 5 2453 2. , ': ,lf , yin? V 1 . . HL :' 1. ' ,f V . 'l it WZQ 3, .- ggi ,Hu ' fw- Vf-W - w t -, f , if , , aa.. . v ,, . if Jmx...1:..-.w-: ' 1- , .4 aw,--tar.. e v , f- , - V I . ,, f' A' fl1f:5 ?i1?ffTf5filf3lf?2'li F151-,.5j2:':,'iL':i':f'ii'f , sara g a r w Iliff- 15

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From Life with its Laughter mm' its Sorrow. l'lat:Racks K WAS in a hotel dining-room one evening waiting for my dinner to be served, and having nothing better to do, I watched a hat rack, standing near the door. As I ob- , served the stream of people entering, I was surprised to see how many really had need of it. When I first saw , the mahogany hat-rack I was reminded of a house where gp llt I spent a week-end. In this house, in the small and r A tastefully furnished vestibule, I remembered having seen a small glass hat-rack in the shape of a monkey tree. How nice my companions tall silk hat looked on it! Now I observed several black derbies reposing in state. In a few minutes they were completely covered with a miscellaneous assortment of head cover- ings. My attention was drawn to a dapper little gentleman wearing a very natty gray hat, gray spats, and carrying a malacca cane. He carefully removed his hat, and placed it on the rack. Then, having looked over the assortment of hats with the air of a Connoisseur, he placed his cane there also. Gracefully and stylishly he walked away, having first picked out his table by the aid of a little monocle. Next, I observed a very fat man. He looked like a politician, and he was smoking a long, black cigar. He smacked his hat on top of the one belonging to our friend in gray with much force and gusto. The latter had tasted his food, and not finding it to his liking, rose, and walked over to the hat-rack. He recovered his hat, and with an injured expression pushed it into shape and brushed it carefully. Then he departed, still wearing an air of injury. A very small man with an extremely timid demeanor had been eyeing the hat-rack longingly for some time. His dinner had been eaten, but he still sat on, gazing pensively at the hat-rack. He had been one of the first to use the rack. I wondered if he was waiting for someone, or what his purpose was. I was interested, so I watched closely to see what his next move would be. Mean- while, the pile of hats on the rack was slowly diminishing, and my dinner was still untouched. I hastily made a beginning, and soon an end of it. Then, observing the hat-rack out of the corner of my eye, I quite easily connected the various hats with their owners. I prophesied that a fat man with many gravy spots on his vest would come blustering up to claim a large, stained, sloppy looking hat, and that a tiny rnan with an over-abundance of self-confidence, would look for a large, heavy hat just exuding security. I knew that a young men with a violent tie and wild 12

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S 0 'tif for you that our Author has written E Pluribus num Ag N OLLECTING things . . . any things . . . seems to be a great t sport lately. The magazines publish long accounts of the perils and hardships endured by an intrepid collector of variously sized and shaped safety pins, or of the extreme measures adopted by a heroic collector of old flasks, vvhen he saw in a bank vault a magnificent green bottle, which he knew must be his. fThe poor man went to prison for bank robbing, after discovering that his prize had at one time held ginger ale.j Boys, at one time or another, collect milk bottle tops. I tried that once, but my collection never flourished. -'wt-c, gag. ,f- Wai Y. , .. 4 ffm ig Z it .. L l ' 'ri 9.9: I ff A few years later I noticed the great variety of designs on the backs of playing cards. One day, Mother brought home cards having a large, sleepy, black cat on the backs. I liked the cat, whose name was Topsy, and annexed the joker. In the course of time I collected about ten cards having different pictures and designs on them. I remember that one was a tall camel standing in a very yellow desert, with an even yellower sky above him. Also, there were red-and-white, and blue-and-white designs, with cupids riding bicycles on them . . . the then ever present Bicycle Playing Cards. - However, I had no place to keep my cards, so imagine my horror when one day, I discovered that Topsy, my beloved cat, my charter member, had become restless, and had changed her address without notifying me! The errant one's place in the diminutive collection Qbut not in my hearty was filled by a smiling, tousled airedale, but I never ceased searching for my darling. Not until about two years ago, when I had quite a respectable number of cards, did I see another Topsy. A grown-up friend had been an ardent collector when she was a girl. Wlien she found some of her old cards, she sent them to me, and among them was the lost Topsy's counterpart, accom- panied by an aristocratic white friend called Tabby. These two seem perfectly satisfied to remain with me, and I hope that the airedale doesn't chase them away. Witli the cats came a sweet, simple country girl of the gay nineties who simpers in an horrible fashion, and leans on a rustic, although somewhat artificial gate, with a large boquet of huge daisies clasped firmly in her hands. There is a companion to this dear girl, a bathing girl, conspicuously labeled 'iNeptuna, who is as beauteous as her friend, but of a somewhat later period. She is attired in a very pretty, though somewhat cumbersome, bathing costume, a bandana covering most of her Howing locks, and a pair of long black stockings. 1-f