Calhoun School - Ink Pot Yearbook (New York, NY)

Page 40 text:

Q 1936 INK POT + La Maternelle OUR la premiere fois j'ai vu un film frangais. Il etait tres interessant et en quelques II10tS je vais essayer d'en faire un resume. Une jeune femme, Rose, abandonnee par son fiance, est devenue femme de service dans une ecole Nlaternelle en France. Les enfants l'aiment beaucoup car elle est bonne et patiente. Une petite fille Surtout, lN'Iarie, qui est negligee par sa mere, est jalouse des autre enfants. Son affection pour Rose est tres forte. Un jour Rose fait la classe aux enfants quand un inspecteur vient visiter l'ecole. Il est surpris d'ap- prendre par la suite que c'est une bonne qui s'est montree si capable. Il l'admire et ne veut pas croire qu'elle n'est qu'une domestique. Le docteur de l'ecole finalement decouvre qu'elle est bien nee, bien elevee, et instruite. Il la demande en mariage et ils adoptent la petite Marie que sa mere a abandonnee. Tous sont heureux. Le film differe des films americains. Il y a moins d'action mais beaucoup de charme et une juste analyse de sentiments. Je l'ai trouve merveilleux. NONA STERN, '37, On Feet HE heat was appalling, the rush hour at its height. The subway was packed. There were no seats. I hung on a strap as many others did. My feet burned. lVIy expensive, smart-looking shoes pinched me so much that spots danced before my eyes. The consciousness of my feet became an obsession. I could think of nothing else. Finally, in an effort to divert myself, I looked about me. Feet, big feet, small feet, broad feet, narrow feet. A man sitting opposite me had enormous, square-toed shoes. His feet were turned completely inward, toe point to toe point. I realized that he must be bow-legged. The man next to me kept tapping his foot to a march. I shut my eyes and saw a vision of a brilliant summer day, a parade, heard the bands, heard the people cheer- ing, heard the drum beating Yankee Doodle. The marchers and the people bespoke health and happiness. Right foot, left foot, right, left, right. The dream passed. I turned and looked more closely at my neighbor. His clothes were thread-bare. He was unshaven. His face was sallow, his cheekbones prominent, and his shoulders drooped. I shut my eyes again. The band was silent. The people gone. The day cold and rainy. Only the marchers remained, a long line of men, hungry, poor, and seedy-looking-a bread-line. The marchers' feet plodded heavily in the mud and rain. Now and then a man would stamp on the ground to get the numbness out of his limbs. Daily, feet, hundreds, thousands of them plodded, stamped and dragged along past that relief-stand. The line was endless. My own sore feet were forgotten. A question burned within me. Could these feet ever march with gay uplifting rhythm, or would they merely plod on with the same unfaltering measure through life unto the grave? MURIEI. A. OPPENHEIMER, '37. Imagination Looking out of the window Thinking maybe it's heaven On a breezy summer's night, 'Vhere the angels roam and play, Wondering what's beyond the stars Maybe it's that place of dreams- Yn the sky of blue and white, Who knows? VVe cannot say. SARA LOUISE DAvm, '41 Thirty-four

Page 39 text:

' 1936 INK POT Q An Interview with Rurrell Hardie I RUSHED down to the National Theater thinking, I must be there by two o'clock or I won't be able to interview Russell Hardie. After arriving frather breathlessj I asked the manager if Mr. Hardie was ready to see me. Five minutes passed, then ten, then fifteen. Well, it's 2:15 now, I might as well leaveg he'll never come now. Suddenly I felt a queer feeling come over me and my hands turned icy. The reason was that Russell Hardie was striding toward me! He looked rather puzzled and was aware that my eyes were glued on his face. Did you wish to see me ? he asked. I gulped, Yes. Russell Hardie has a warm, charming smile, frank, friendly, gray-blue eyes which reveal him as a very likeable young man, light brown hair and the physique of a well-trained athlete, about six foot one. When one sees him for even the first time, one immediately realizes that he is very unassuming and that his apparent success has not made him conceited. Each question that I asked Russell Hardie was answered frankly. He reveals himself as a sincere, unspoiled young man with a charming personality. He was born in a little town near Buffalo, lvlay 20, 1908. Even as a child his ambition was to be an actor. He wasn't just stage-struck -oh, no-he was determined to act, and now here he is. hir. Hardie started to work when he was fourteen. His first real job was in the Ford Motor Company. After losing his job, he telephoned the leading lady, a friend of his, in a stock company, and she secured a small part for him. This started Russell Hardie's career. His parents were very much opposed to it, believing that he would go to the dogs. But that is according to the individual, he says, and you can go to the dogs anywhere, not only on the stage. Mr. Hardie did not receive a college education, and, although believing it isn't entirely necessary for the theatrical world, he says that it does give one more poise and self-confidence. For the moment I couldn't think of a question to ask him. You will probably think of millions after you leave, he smilingly said. His first play was Criminal Code, his favorite. His favorite actor is Alfred Luntg his favorite actresses are Katherine Cornell and Lynn Fontanne. hir. Hardie was under contract to Metro-Goldwyn-lllayer. His latest pictures are Sequoia and Old Kentucky Cwhich will be released soonj, with the late Will Rogers. Old Kentucky is the picture he enjoyed making most of all. I asked if he was returning to the cinema, and he replied, I would like to, but I'm sick of playing somebody's brother, and carting animals around. He prefers living in California, but likes the New York stage best. When I questioned him as to marriage, he said with a grin, No, I'm single. He looked expectantly for a sigh of relief, because he was accustomed to meeting many giggling school girlsf' I decided to be different! Do you think he was surprised? After glancing at my watch, and noting that it was 2:40, I realized that I had better withdraw, as he was due on the stage shortly. Russell Hardie is appearing in the current play Remember the Day, which in my opinion and that of many others, is an excellent show. LUCILLE SIMON, '37. A Lui Stars Amour amour qu'on aime tant! ,. . . . Tu n'es qu'une montagne haute, gvllnrlglg electgc lights Que l'on monte en chantant. Bwlfl e lmzi an 0 On pleure en descendant la c6te. Y I C C Ou S' Rnorm MINTZ, '37 PHYLLis MARGULIES, '36 Thirty-three

Page 41 text:

0 1936 INK POT ' T bunder in fanumy AS every well informed person knows, thunder is not caused by the molecular action of electrically charged particles, but by the angels enjoying a bowling game up in heaven. The season for bowling is ordinarily the spring and summer months, and there are very strict laws forbidding bowling at any other time. It is a popular sport, however, so these laws are sometimes very difficult to enforce. It had been a very dull month for the younger set of angels, and they were just aching for something exciting to happen. The leader, a daring young angel, quite popular with the opposite sex, decided to tempt the rest of the crowd into a bowling match, thereby winning the admiration of his followers, but shocking his elders. It had snowed all day Sunday, and by the afternoon the angels could no longer resist the temptation of breaking the monotony. ln spite of all the rules and regula- tions, a bowling game was immediately started, only to be quickly put to an end by a delegation of angry and shocked elders. And that, my friends, is why you heard two short claps of thunder on the afternoon of January nineteenth. SHIRLEY LUBELL, '39, D123 Zwei K offer DIE zwei Kinder der Krau Schmidt heissen lllaria und Karl. lllaria geht zu ihrem Camp Wattatinyn und Karl geht auch, aber zu einem anderen. Es sind Zwei Koffer. Einer ist Marias Koffer und einer ist Karls Koffer. Sie sind sich gleich. Beide sind braun. Die Kinder gehen auf den Bahnhof und sagen, Auf Wiedersehen. Dann nimmt Maria einen Koffer und geht auf ihren Zug und Karl nimmt den anderen und geht auch auf seinen Zug. Als Maria im Camp ankommt, offnet sie ihren Koffer und ist sehr erstaunt, denn ein Ball fiillt daraus. Ein Mannerrock und viele Mannersachen sind darin. Und als Karl in seinem Camp ankommt, findet er in seinem Koffer ein gelbes Kleid und die ganze Kleidung seiner Schwester. Maria ist sehr traurig aber die Madchen lachen. Die Knaben necken Karl und sagen, Bitte, kannst du mir ein Kleid borgen, Schwesterlein ? LILLIAN FICHTENHOLTZ, '39. Songfr End I-,IFE is a song. To me few truer words have ever been spoken. Life we may compare to the Song of the Volga Boatmenf' The boatmen approach and their song becomes louder and more stirring the closer they come. It vibrates with all the burning hope of youth. Finally the climax: they are upon us with one glorious burst of melody, and we realize that the world was made for the gaiety and the sparkling brilliance of youth. The boatmen never pause in their journey. As they pass their song becomes fainter, just as we in old age become weaker. No longer can those who were once overflowing with energy command the attention of the world. Instead these frail bodies with dimming senses can only sit serenely and wait. The song fades into the distance. Life becomes an echo. Even the dipping of the oars into the water grows dimmer, and soon only a gentle swish may be discerned. Then a quiet stillness, tremulous with memories, settles down on the night of life. MADELEINE Jfxcons, '36. Thirty-five