Boston University College of Practical Arts and Letters - Sivad Yearbook (Boston, MA)

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and leaned over towards the traffic officer and said, “Do you know where my old neighbors, Pauline Brett and Anna Bourne are?” “Anna!” laughed the traffic officer. ““You wouldn’t know her now—she and Frances Wheeler have gone abroad to study Grecian Architecture, and Pauline Brett has gone to Switzerland that she may be able to w rite a book on the mysteries of Swiss Cheese. Helen Donnelly, yes, you remember her —she’s gone up to Alaska to take a course in Graduate Ice Cream Making.” Rip pulled at one of the hairs of his beard, his eyes were half-closed. He was tired, very tired, for he wanted to go to sleep again. “Then there’s Dorothy Nelson,” said the traffic officer, stepping on the gas. “She’s a famous aquatic star; this past summer she swam from Lon- don to Boston twice. It took her exactly three weeks the first time, and two and a half the next. Ruth Brunell is the leading lady in ‘Where’s Where In Mars?’ now playing at the Copley. Marianne Carney is married and has five children, says she likes a good, old-fashioned home. I was down to din- ner at her home the other night, and had a great feed. Virginia Wakefield has gone abroad to study the technique of German music, and has taken one of Doris Todd’s little girls with her. Yes, Doris Todd is married, but she is leading such a gay life in the society circles of Hollywood that she has little time to bother with her two children. Donna Dyar, I see by the papers, has just published a book entitled, ‘That Fierce Beast, the Sheep’. Nathalie Eldredge is giving illustrated talks on France and its people.” The traffic officer stopped and then added as he drew his car up before the ivy-covered stone jail, “Edith Wilkins has married Prince Bona de Ponce Leon of Spain. I saw the announcement in the society notes last Sunday. Her picture was there, too, and she’s looking just as fine as ever. Gladys Browning is a professor in the World’s International College in Holland, and Dorothy Jenkins is somewhere on a ranch out West, introduc- ing the game of basketball to the cow-boys. She’ll probably succeed. Oh, yes, Ethel Hall is managing a larg e hotel in Maine—wonderful, isn’t it? They say she’s worth five million dollars. Betty Hall’s staying with Edith Wilkins in Spain, and together they’re writing a play entitled, ‘Spain and the Moorish Invasions’. Why, Rip, Rip, what’s the matter’? The old man’s head had fallen forward on his chest—he did not reply. Rip Van Winkle had heard something and it had put him to sleep. He had seen his wife, the former Beatrice Morcombe, pass by in her car; he had heard her laugh; and he had tried to remain sober, but it was of no use. He chuckled, he laughed, he roared—he fell asleep. When will he wake again? [ 128 ]

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