Berkeley Institute - Yearbook (Brooklyn, NY)

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you. Do you know, it is all so familiar to me that l believe that in my last visit to this world l was a broncho-rider. VVhy couldn't Dot hlacdonald come? asked lidith. Poor Dot, choruscd the Twins. She was all ready to come when little Dick came running into the room with a pair of scissors in one hand and Betty's curls in the other. Dot was so distracted she didn't know what to do. She started to put the curls away in a box when she heard a scream. Rushing into the next room, she arrived just in time to see Bob throwing all of the baby's toys out of the window and the baby was trying to stop him by hitting him with the new silver tray. So, she called us up and said she would be too late to meet us here. Uh, have you heard about lflizabeth Peacock? ex- claimed Anne. She is skating with Charlotte at the Hip- podrome. l,et's all go over and see her some day. lVe surely will l Girls, cried Genevieve, see this clipping, it says that Dot Leavens has been made Dean of the Collegef' Yes indeed, and Helen Leeming has gone abroad to study at the Beaux-arts. Well, said Anna proudly, we are fsome class'l Girls, I shall only be able to stay through Connie's singing and Tertia's dancing because I have an appoint- ment to paint the youngest Astor child, sighed Edith, looking at her watch. I'll go with you, when you leave, said Anne, because I have a lecture to deliver on Chiropractics at live. Suddenly, a lull settled over the entire theatre. Voices dropped to whispers and then died away. The orchestra burst forth in its wonderful strains and the curtain arose slowly. The girls in the box sat in awed expectation because their famous Class of 1919 was about to be recognized by the public. ve 2. I 'fs 1, - 4 lilly U 7l'Ix'i'I1fy

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The Class Prophecy HE silence of the dimly lighted Opera House was broken only by the soft murmur of voices and the tuning of the orchestra. Suddenly, a group of young girls entered one of the boxes and sat down with gasps of relief. Well, we aren't late after all! they exclaimed. To think we could actually get together again after five years! I.didn't believe it would be possible. Yet, here we all are, laughed Chris. And Connie is really going to sing today! said Anna. Little did we realize the talent in our class. Yes, indeed, said the Twins. And Tertia is to dance. See her name on the program right next to Martinelli's. Look! They all jumped up with amazement. Why, Gen, how did you ever get here? Do you mean to say you came all the way from the West for our reunion ? Chris Lawrence! I believe you knew all about it and wouldn't tell us, laughed Edith. Everybody look at Chris! Her expression gives her away. We surely are glad of the surprise anyway, even if you wouldn't tell us about it. After excited greetings all around, Genevieve explained Page Nineteen that her husband had to come East on business, and she had insisted upon accompanying him. The asbestos curtain slowly rose. The twins took out pads and pencils and began to study the program. Well, what are you doing ? asked Anne. My dear, exclaimed Chris, do you not realize that we have two famous dramatic critics with us today? They wrote up the Barrymores yesterday, and made such a suc- cess of it that John and Lionel invited them to dinner. How wonderful! was the awed response. What are you doing, anyway, Chris il Everything, absolutely everything! I didn't know until the last minute whether I should be able to come or not. I'm instructing gymnasium classes in New York, teaching swimming at the Y. W. C. A., tutoring my little nephew in geometry and a lot of minor things which keep me busy until twelve every night. Well, you had better come back with me for a visit and forget a half a dozen of the things you are doing. You really must, Chris, insisted Genevieve. You don't know how wonderful it is out there. The bareback riding over the prairies, the Wildness of the country just fascinates

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