Collingswood High School - Knight Yearbook (Collingswood, NJ)

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THE KNIGHT THE STAFF J' Editor in Chief RICHARD LOFFT, '23 Associate Editors DOROTHY SPEALLER, '23 WILLIAM WESPHAL, '24 Business Manager WILLIAM McMAKIN, '24 Advertising Manager HANSON TULLY, '23 Assistant Advertising Managers GEORGE MCKEAG, '23 E --i --l Literary ALICE CH ENEY, '23 Girls' Athletics MARIAN PURBECK, '24, WILLIAM HENDRICKS, '23 - VIRGINIA BRADLEY, '24 . Alumni H ELEN STEELMAN, '23 Exchanges RUTH BRYSON, '23 IRVING LILY, '23 Jokes ANDREW FLEMING, '23 ELWOOD KERN, '23 Boys' Athletics SAMUEL TAYLOR, '23 Art Editor 1 DORIS PARMELE, '23 Circulation Manager . JOHN LINGO, '23 Assistant Circulation Managers GEORGE BARSTAR, '23 11

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THE KNIGHT XVX ,ff D IVX MW fiflill is my ,y i :'. if Q . .. ..1 ... . ..,: A THE YELLOW GGWN By DORIS G. PARMELEE . It does look like it, breathed Anne as she gazed rapturously into the mirror and then at the fashion book in her hand. It does-it doesf' She tugged painstakingly at the yellow material wrapped around her slim body and after many futile attempts managed to get it draped satisfactorily. It isn't so bad, she told herself admiringly and then consulted the fashion book for the thirtieth time, which, strange as it may seem fin a home like Anne'sJ, contained the latest Parisi-en fashions. Did Aunt Emm subscribe to this marvelous book of the modes? By no means. She did take the Spinster's Review and the Parson's Weekly, but-this book. It was only by chance that it had come into Anne's possession. A dressmaker, recently from the city, was boarding at Bartlett's, and some way or other-when Miranda Bartlett had stacked up a pile of her old magazines for Aunt Emm to read-this book of magic had gotten mixed in. Anne had discovered it first and had meant to return it, but catching sight of the wonders it contained, couldn't resist just looking thro' it once, as she told herself. And so now-before the old cracked attic mirror hanging unsteadily from a beam, we find Anne, a graceful and lovely figure in an evening dress, waving a huge feather duster for want of an ostrich fan. Shoes are a bit wobbly, she conceded, glancing down at her two small feet whoseheels were awkwardly poised on two empty spools. I don't care -guess I can walk as good as those ladies, glancing covetously at the French heels pictured in the fashion book. Of course-spools is spools, but-why I can walk, she exclaimed joyously and went click-clacking over the bare floor to prove it. However, calamity awaited her. Just as she reached the attic door- way, what should she do but hobble straight into Aunt Emm. When you are an orphan and your only relative is an Aunt Emm, who at best is a particular old maid, it isn't wise to go Hopping pell-mell into said Aunt Emm unless you're sure there's a soft spot to fall on-which there wasn't. 512