Cumnock School - Chronicle Yearbook (Los Angeles, CA)

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REVERIE l loved you once Long weary years ago When the earth was young And the steam rose from innumerable marshes Choked with reeds. Giant trees reared their great heads Toward the gray sky And long streamers of moss Hung from their hoary boughs. Beyond the marshes was the sea Remember The wide gray sea And the cold, gray sand? There was no sound Only the gentle soughing of the sea And even that was taint, Very faint. We were not visible But we were there Because I remember the long gray days And the long gray nights And your presence Beside me. Drifting, dreaming, Never stirring, Only gazing silently With the dreaming eyes Ot our souls At life . . . That hadn't begun, At death . . . That had always been there. Through the ages Drifting, drifting . . Do you remember? HEATHER BASTIAN

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THE AVERAGEl?l HOLLYWOOD GIRL Since I have been in California, one thing that has interested me greatly is the Hollywood girl. What is she? Well-here is an example. Ruth Lawford wears Hollywood tan make-up and more lip-stick than she can use. Her complexion is good, but would be better with a pound or two of the make-up removed. lThe only place she carries her weight is in her face, as she is horribly thinl. Her hair is bleached, but she would have you believe the color natural. Her fake eyelashes are entirely too long, even for fake ones. Her nails are about the only thing she can call her own. They are long and well manicured. She has a pedicure and a manicure once a week. She goes to every preview and enjoys seeing movie stars. She lunches at the Brown Derby if she gets a chance, and at the Vendome when she is flush. Unlike the rest of the city, she calls it the Brown Darby and the Vaundoom. She despises football games, but attends all of them stunningly OVER- dressed. lShe is always stunningly OVER dressed, even when going to a barn dancel. Ruth never watches the game, but she does indulge in hot dogs. A drive-in amuses her to no end. When she feels like bumming she goes to Ocean Park. Being scared of the more active amusements, she usual- ly ends up in the gambling rooms. She took up smoking not long ago on a dare. Her favorite brand is-well, whatever the crowd smokes. The list of people she telephones every day looks like a telephone book itself. All these calls are terribly unimportant, for she calls every friend daily and her friends are limitless. All you have to do is to tell her she is attrac- tive and you're her friend for life. Ruth has ten particular friends and they are all exactly alike. The brains of all ten of them put together wouldn't make one normal one. Ruth's favorite movie star is joan Crawford, who she thinks is simply b-e-a-u-t-i-f-u-I. She copies Miss Crawford's gownsg but being so thin, she looks nothing like Crawford. She has just had a black velvet coat and hat made like those Miss Crawford wore in a late picture. Her ambition is to be invited to all the Hollywood parties and be escorted by one of Hollywood's younger set. Of course, if she were offered a job in movies, she wouldn't leave town. The other day Ruth asked her father for a red car, to which he replied, Something quiet, eh? Yes, a red CORD will do, answered Ruth. MARILYN CANTOR 95

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SAINT BUTCH Mike bent at the middle so he could get a better line on the five ball he was trying to put in the corner pocket. I tell ya, I don't know what's got into Butch the last couple of days, said Mike, taking careful aim, he ain't natural no more. A moment later the five ball dropped into the corner pocket and Big Mike straightened up and began rubbing the end of his cue with blue chalk. I seen him last night for the first time in a week and he hardly knowed me. 'HeIlo', he says. And then walks on down the street a ways. 'The boys will be pretty sore if you don't show up no more,' I calls after him. Mike put his blue chalk down and spoke directly to his friend who was waiting for his shot at the other end of the table. And then what'd ya think he done? , asked Mike. What? replied the friend with not much interest. Why, he just turns around and sad-like he says, 'Tell the boys I ain't com- ing around no more. Tell 'em I've gone goodl' That's all he says, and then he goes on down the street. Well, I stands there a minute. That ain't at all like Butch. Well, then I comes over here for a game of pool before I tell the boys. No, that ain't at all like Butch , said Mike again. Concern was in his voice. - Butch's had a jolt , spoke the friend, a hard jolt . Has one of them croakers found cancer? Asked Mike, alarmed. it No, not that , replied his friend. . T. B.? , whispered Mike. No, no he's all right-that is he's all right physically . He ain't-he ain't ripe for the booby hatch? , asked Mike and there was real concern in his voice this time. No, he isn't crazy--at least not in the way you would think. He's just kinda different now, that's all . How different? You could tell Mike was interested by the way he missed the side pocket and then leaned forward on his cue, waiting for his friend to answer his question. Well, it's a fairly long story , began the friend, sizing up the six ball and then sinking it with a padded thud. And maybe Butch wouldn't want me to tell it around, but I guess it won't do no harm to tell you . Mike was interested. Shoot , He said. Well, it was a couple days ago and I was sitting here waiting for some- body to come around. The joint was empty because it was still early morn- ing. I was about to give up and go to Charley's when in walks Butch. He was kinda nervis and jumpy and his face was like ashes. Here Mike moved aside to let his friend make the seven ball. 97