College of the Sisters of Bethany - Ivy Leaf Yearbook (Topeka, KS)

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THE IVY LEAF AT THE NOVELTY BOOTH, BETHANY BAZAAR December 5, 1925 A tall, white-haired, stern-visaged man draws near the Novelty Booth. To my con- sternation and surprise, the gentleman picks up a Jack-in-the-box and laughs heartily as he removes the lid, and the breath-taking, ugly face of the Jack appears. Still laughing, he purchases it. Will wonders never cease? A showily dressed and much be-jeweled woman approaches. My curiosity prevails. What sort of purchase, if any, will this woman make? Hurriedly 1 make calculations, perhaps, one of the gorgeous silk scarfs, brightly beaded purses, or even the wax doll, which no one has yet purchased because of the price. Again I am surprised, forhthe showily-dressed woman selects some expensive but extremely plain linen handkerchiefs. A so-called modern young lady is glancing at our booth. Her face is brightly painted, her dress is so extremely short that her knees are quite evident, and her shoes are fit only for a ball room. My curiosity and wonder are now uppermost. What will she purchase at this bazaar, and which booth will attract her? Sne mmces across the floor, on her absurdly high heels, and arrives at our booth. Unhesitatingly she asks the price of the wax doll! I am so astounded that I merely stare with my mouth agape. In a few seconds she haughtily inquires, Well? I quickly answer, and to my surprise she replies, I'l1 take it. The last object in our booth I had expected her to single out for purchase. A tall, dignified personage, wearing the clerical black, appears unexpectedly before us. Quickly the thought flashes through my mind, What have we to interest him? I view with dismay and apprehension our stock of foolish, trifling articles. A gasp is heard in the booth, for he is choosing the most frivolous, lacy, be-ribboned, frothy, feminine article in our display. , His deep voice is booming, I believe this will be satisfactory. He is leaving consternation behind, and many blank faces are staring, with bulging eyes and open mouths, as he departs. One cannot trust appearances. ONE OF THEM. Qjlyfbl H ZiS'l'071jI . By JIMMY TENNIS BALL I am a battered, abused tennis ball. Before I was brought here by my owner, Dorothy Hanson, I enjoyed a quiet solitude on the mantelpiece. But how matters changed! My twin and I had hardly been here at Bethany a day before two Cozy Corner girls, Gladys and Marion, asked if they might borrow me for a little game. Dorothy consented, and the torture I endured when I arrived out on the court will never be known to anybody. I thought those infants would not even know the first rudiments of tennis, but they batted us back and forth like true professionals. Soon, regular tennis games began, the beginners were taken on Monday, and the advanced girls on Thursday. At first the beginners, Dena, Verne, Mary Noble, Chris- tine and Mary Ann tapped us lightly, but they soon were as cruel as the rest of them. By this time I had lost my complexion, and my life was being shortened every day. .But I'hursday was our trying day! The great tennis champions of Bethany had arrive: . Helen served first. She sent me so fast and low that I felt my very sides cave in. I thought surely that would be the end, but Sarah, Polly and Pauline sent me back and forth for a period of five minutes. Sarah was especially good at a back stroke, and the other girls used the side stroke a great deal. It was not enough to torture us in the afternoon, but some of the girls used to drag us from our warm bed in Dorothy's second chiffonier drawer, and take us out into the cold to play before breakfast. This cold weather was especially trying, as we were made in a southern factory, at Atlanta, Georgia. After a while, the girls declared we were dead, and that they needed us no longer. We were gladhbecause then we could not be used in those dreadful tournaments, but xt is heart rendmg to have people whom you have loved so well forget you. MERVENE RICKLEFS '27. Walk over the world Boyish bobs, feather edge-. jlfluilvlg1:1112-f:::f:ltHl1::'3 yvrmiever tlhe hnigmr may be, H It ' S tl . ust go to lexan er's, UNH FUN ll IIUVUI' fuel And see how pleased you'1l be. Page 57

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THE IVY LEAF eff Bethany gfzoxz One night, after lights out, I was lying in bed, unable to sleep. I strangely felt that there was some one in the room. Suddenly, I heard a faint hiss, and my heart began thumping terrifically. Then, to my horror, a soft, airy substance brushed lightly and slowly over my face. I was so frightened that I could not cry out. My heart was pounding so rapidly that I could almost hear it. I soon became less frightened, as no uncanny noises or happenings interrupted the peace of the dark. After a time, as I was becoming restless because of my rigid position, I turned so as to lie more comfortably. Alas! that terrifying, creeping, ghostly sensation ran up my back as the soft, airy un- known slipped across my shoulders, as if to pull me back, although it had no force. A barely audible sssh was whispered, and there followed a deathly silence. The next morning, when I awakened, I happened to look above my head, and there was my curtain swinging gayly in the breeze. Then, quite unexpectedly, I heard the troublesome noise of the night before- sssh, sssh --it was the radiator. RUTH MORRISON '29. 7ZOL'dZ.7Zg' aiu? fefzst fWith Apologies to Slzalaespewrej Time-Midnight. Place-Room on the north corridor: a sumptuous feast adorns the table, on which are seen: a can of sardines, a box of crackers, a bottle of currant jelly, glasses of gin- ger ale, etc. Characters-Jane, Angela, other Bethany girls. Angela: Is this a can opener which I hold in my hand? Am I to be hostess to this feast? My last instructions from home were: 'Angela, do as the faculty bid you, and avoid those Wicked midnight spreads? fEnter Jane, bearing more food from the closet.l Jane: That bridge-party which the faculty has attended at the Bishop's home has made me bold. They are also so sleepy that they will never think of watching us. CA timid knock is heard at the door., Angela Calarmedl: Who's there? Jane: Merely our guests, Angela: don't be so frightened. Come in, girls. CSeveral girls enter. They are clad in brightly colored bath-robes, with ties or bandanas wrapped around their heads. One girl carries a flash light.J Angela: Have Miss Blank and her friend gone to her room? I hear a noise. QA slight rustle is heard in the next roomy Jane: Girls, I am afraid Miss Blank has awakened! Get into the closet at once! And you,Angela, hurry into bed while I conceal the food. Angela flocking at hands covered with currant jellyjz This is a sickening sight! I can't go to bed this way! . Jane: Stupid! Don't you see the lavatory? Has the city water supply given out? Angela Cgroaningj : What will they do? Jane: We are room-mates, but I am ashamed of your cowardice. Let me put this candle and flashlight in the drawer. Angela: If the faculty finds out about this, they will probably take me off the honor roll. And what if they write home to my parents? ' CA sharp knock is heard.J Jane: Into bed! Stop being such a poor sport! Take off your bath robe, or they will certainly think something is wrong X CA thundering knock is heard.j Jane fin sleepy voicej z Come in. CMiss Blank enters, clad in blue negligeej Miss Blank: Girls, did I hear a noise in here? I am sure I smell sardinesf' Jane: We have been asleep for hours: and, Miss Blank, you can expect almost any odor, as the college girls have been making hydrogen sulphide in the chemical laboratory. Did you have a pleasant time at the party? Miss Blank: Lovely, thank you. The Bishop was so entertaining. I am sorry I dis- turbed you. The noise must have been upstairs. Good night, girls. Muffled voice from the closet: Saved! MERVENE RICKLEFS '27. The Y. M. C. A. Cafeteria won the mark of excellence Sm-h's greenhouse is the plnve to buy By the Stine Hotel Commission! It :sims to please, l1'lnxvers and plants that please the eye, And it satisfies. lilowvrs full of bounty and cheer- Yon'll find what you want nny time of the yEl1l'. Page 56

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THE IVY LEAF C0zyC0zz1f1f One of the features of school life at Bethany is Cozy Court, a depai tment for chll dren of the eight grades. Mrs. Nelson is house mother for this group The members are: ' Alice Brezina Diana Campbell Marion Broadhurst Mary Ann Fox Molly Dewey Esther Libbin Louise Giblette Gladys Skinner Frances Brezina Antoinette Tod aifz Oh, the pretty silver sleeting, As the drops fall, gently beating On my window paneg Tiny bits of melted pearl, Taken by the wind to hurl Into lovely, laughing rain. Now it's softly, shyly calling To the seeds, as it comes falling On the barren ground, Little jewels of the sky Raining from their chest on high With a joyful sound. Dena Ethel Libbin '27. ' SfVZ.7Zg From out across the wooded hill I heard the robin's merry trillg And down beside the babbling brook I found a cozy, shaded nook. In every shade of purple hue The lovely, velvet violets grew, And there along the mossy banks The trees grew tall in rows and ranks. And as I gazed, I saw on high The vivid blueness of the sky. By these, and many another thing, I caught the song of coming spring. Alice Brunner. Kansas Book Co. No wholesale house can bent this one- It's n fnct tlmt we ull know, Just go there nnd take one look, And you'll agree this is so. Dibhle's Store is the plnoc for your money Young nmidens fair like pretty clothes For potatoes and flour, sugar and honey. Pastel shades of blue und 1090 Here ynu'll find the best things to ent- The prettiest. clothes that me in toxxn Oh! Dibble's the place that van never be heat At Hurry Endlich's will be found Page 58