Brimmer and May School - Yearbook (Chestnut Hill, MA)

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Being possessed with a great passion for New York stores, I decided to go window-shopping. As I was going down Fifth Avenue, I noticed a cute shop called Patty Ann's, and I thought I would go in to see what they had in the way of sport dresses. To my great surprise, I was met by Marie Buff, who, I soon discovered, had gone into partnership with Helen Graves in this most flourishing business establishment. Poor Helen Graves! Because she had strained her eyes at too many movies, she had had to put on glasses and give up her position as critic of all the Movie maga- zines of America. However, with characteristic energy and enthusiasm she had joined Marie at Patty Ann's in order to take up the time. During the course of our long chat together, Marie told me that Madeline Hawes and her debonair husband had just left the shop a few minutes before. They were about to make a tour of the world, mostly by air. Finally, I had to rush along to get some theatre tickets, and I had just left Marie's attractive shop when- Extra! Extra! hollered a newsboy, right in my ear. Ellen Kennedy wins tennis singles at the Olympics. Well! Well! She's still at it, thought I. At the box office, whom should I see but Isabelle Neer. Before I could say a word, she had introduced me to her director, and I sooned learned from him that she was one of Hollywood's most famous dancers. Through Isabelle, I discovered that Barbara Crowe, besides doing missionary work in Russia, had organized troops of girl scouts throughout that nation, and Carrot-top Ellen Barbour had started a home for The Aged in Abyssinia, where, quite in contrast to her earlier predilections, she was now encouraging sewing and the reading of Barrie's Plays, but she still per- mitted horseback riding and aeronautics. After getting my tickets I went to the Grand Central for my luggage. At the baggage room I met Sally Quinn who was going to take a late train to Philadelphia, but just what her mission was therwthat was a secret. She said that she had been visiting Lois Morse for a few days at her apartment on Morningside Drive. Lois had become very successful as editor of the well-known magazine Vanity F air.'i Having procured a good seat and comfortably arranged myself at the theatre that night, I leisurely scanned my programme and recognized many of the names of my classmates who had now acquired fame in the theatrical world. On the very first page I read: Staging and directing under the supervision of Theresa Dodge. This met with my hearty approval, and made me decide that Page Fifi lh

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Qlllass Brupbecp N 1940, when I had at last recuperated from the burdensome duty of writing the prophecy for the Class of '29, the doctors deemed me fit to take a trip to Philadelphia. On my way to the train, as l walked through the Public Gardens, whom should I see sailing in one of the swan boats but Carol While! In answer to my call, she sailed over to the edge of the pond, and explained that she was experimenting with her latest remedy for mal de mer. I wanted to talk over old times with her, but I could'not linger, as I had only thirty seconds to make my train at Back Bay. While lurching down the aisle in my car, I chanced to notice a charming young matron surrounded by her three children. I thought she looked very familiar but when she spoke-who else, but Betty Floyd! She had married an excavator, who was then at work in Egypt. As the Spring term at Brimmer had just concluded, she and her children were going over to join him. However, they intended to stop at Rome, because Betty thought the children were none too young to start right in learning all about that illustrious old city-the eldest child, by the way, had just attained the ripe age of six years. Betty told me that Margaret Haskell was very successful as dean of her Alma Mater, Bryn Mawr, and in odd moments was writing 510,000 essays on such subjects as: Why Parents Should Not Influence Their Children's Ambitionsn and How One Should Behave on a Train. Betty also reported that Elizabeth Sawyer had just opened the world's largest dog kennel in Kalamazoo. Then we talked at some length about the excellent line of goods Betty White was carrying in her 3-, 6-, and 9-cent stores and the great amount of wealth she had amassed therefrom. May Kingsley, who had acquired fame for her daring feats in horsemanship had found that the circus afforded her the best chance to indulge her pet hobby, doing stunt acts on the backs of wild bronchos which she had brought on from her dude ranch in the West. Having reached New York, I had to say good-bye to Betty and wished her Bon Voyage. I q FU'ly-Iwo

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I was going to like the play. First, however, came a Pathe News reel, in which I saw Constance Draper-world-famous aviatrix-who had just made a very daring and hazardous flight to the North Pole. One picture showed Connie pumping the President's hand, and in another she was taking off in her plane the Cooperation The next picture on the news reel was of Helen Idell- Women's Champion Marathon Runner-in action. Then there was a slow motion of her to show just how she did it. Next, a picture of Ellen Baker, a second Annette Kellerman, flashed on the screen. She gave an exhibition of a swan dive with such perfect grace and form as to make any one envious. The news items continued with a few less important matters such as a cyclone in Japan and a flood on the Sahara Desert, and then the curtain rose on the vaudeville performance. The first entertainer was a ventriloquist who, to my great surprise, turned out to be Carol Hanson. I just knew you were holding out on us, I said to myself, as I clapped her loudly at the end of the act. The next item was by Ruth Garrod, well-known elocutionist, who gave two very good readings, one on a little paper boy and the other-Ma and Pa Finnegan. The last act was difficult trapeze work performed by Beverly Holloway. It reminded me of the Tuesdays in 1929 when she sur- mounted our gym apparatus with such comfort and ease. After the play, as I had been very much entertained with the exceedingly clever performance so well supervised by Theresa Dodge, I decided to go back stage to congratulate my old classmates. However, I didn't find it as easy to meet them as it had once been in our old locker rooms at Brimmer -one needed a card of introduction to procure a tete-a-tete with famous actresses. While my calling card was seeking admission, I took advantage of the opportunity of telling the world what eleven years had done for the prosperity of the Class of '29. Pug Fgfly-four