Faulkner School for Girls - Kismet Yearbook (Chicago, IL)

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- Senior Prophecy Last night, April 1, 1945, while I was strolling down State street, I noticed the new “Sensation House,” “The Club Faulknero.” The name attracted me for it brought back memories of my school days, ten years in the past. In blue and red Neon signs were the words “Celebrity Nite,” Florence Booth, Mis- tress of Ceremonies. I was not surprised that Florence had obtained so enviable a posi- tion. Her ability to hold an audience, however boisterous, was well-known to me in the long-ago days of my learning. I walked into the brightly lighted foyer and left my coat in the check room. As I took my check, my eyes rested on the face of the check girl and a mutual recognition sprang into our eyes—it was Marjorie Von Hermann. I had rather expected to find her serving humanity in her own inimitable way, as had been her wont at Faulkner. I was shown into the black and silver dining room and seated myself at a side table. Amidst loud applause, the Mistress of Ceremonies, my old friend Florence took the center of the floor, as always! “Friends,” she said, “this is more than a celebrity nite, for me, it is a class reunion. First on the program is our star doing her famous interpretation of ‘‘Salome’s Dance of the Seven Veils.” Surprisingly enough, it was Virginia Buettner who did this dance with amazing grace and finesse. Florence then announced that the rest of the program would be broadcasted over the national chain. Next on the entertainment was the famous youthful President of the Woman’s Christian Temperance Union who proved to be none other than the dignified Phyllis Cummins. Following her uplifting speech, the Manager of the Beauty Shop of the Air, Betty Cheney, spoke words to the effect that anyone who wished the “coiffeur extraordinaire,” different from all the world, should listen to her weekly programs and send for her free photograph demonstrating her own original hair dress. Then a stately young woman, Miss Ann Decker, stepped up to the microphone. She was introduced as the President of a new experimental college for select young ladies— she said that she owed it all to Faulkner. The inventor of a remarkable new cream, ‘The Faulknerete”—shy Marion Jernberg— told her radio audience how to keep the school-girl complexion from blushing. As Florence was about to sign off the air, she spied me and dragged me, protesting, over to the microphone. She announced me as the voice of experience and asked me to say a few words. All I could think of to say was, “For an experience you will never forget—go to Faulkner.” Bobbe Mayer

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To My Mice Ah, little mice, it’s to thee I sing— The ones who pains to others bring When you scat across the floor, Or, perchance, peer ’round the door. You nibble here and nibble there, And people always wonder where You put most of their crumbs and food Is it all taken back to your hungry brood? You’re welcome to the cheese I put in the trap If only you won’t scratch when I’m tak- ing a nap; So scamper home to your hidden nest And, for Pete‘s sake, let me get some rest. M. Von Hermann

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LAST WALL AND FESTAMENT OFeTHE,SENIORSGLASS We, the Class of 1935, of our most honored and beloved school, do hereby devise and publish this, our last will and testament: To the students, we the illustrious Class of 1935, wish to bequeath our dearest and most characteristic habits with the hope that the said habits may be used to good advantage: To the most deserving member of the Junior class, Lillian Neustadt, the lovelorn Senior, Bobbe Mayer, gives and bequeaths her all too numerous love affairs—may you profit by these experiences, Lillian, dear, and learn how to hold your man. To the sophisticated Margy Weber, Betty Cheney, the vivacious member of the Senior Class, leaves her permanent wave which has a habit of being not only temporary but also temperamental. Marge, we hope that you have better luck with it than Betty had. To our future prima-donna, Marge Wescott—the Junior songstress—Florence Booth gives and bequeaths her rather remarkable and extraordinary voice. Good luck, Marge, if you get anyplace with that handicap, you’re a marvel! To the stately, graceful beauty of the Junior Class, Margy Strandberg, Marjorie V. Hermann leaves her height and brawn. The added attraction will be a great help, we hope! To demure, talented, brown-eyed Marge Brooks, aristocratic Ann Decker gives her gift of gab. We hope you appreciate the gift, Margie, because it’s Ann’s most liquid asset. It may seem funny to have Marge talkative but it will be a pleasure to have Ann quiet. (Apropos of last year’s will) To beautiful, animated, clever Margaret Tillinghast, Marion Jernberg of the beautiful limbs bequeaths and gives back the pair of limbs so willingly and thoughtfully given her by Peg. After all, students, use your imagina- tion; picture Marion with Peg’s legs! To petite, soulful-eyed M. Hoexter, Virginia Buet=ner gives and bequeaths her much- practiced and cherished ungainly stride. Now Marge, you can go up three stairs at a time. To the scatter-brained Junior, Jane Weary, Phyllis Cummins—the Senior Class Presi- dent—gives and bequeaths her most valuable and cherished characteristic, her de- pendability. See what you can do with it, Jane. Phyl tried awfully hard! We hereby nominate and appoint the Junior Class, of The Faulkner School, of Chicago, Illinois, Execu- trices of this Will. Dated, February 29, 1935. ASW ty 4 ’ b KNE y : 4 ARAN Wy ee The above and Foregoing Instrument was on the day and date therefore signed, sealed, published, and declared by the said Testatrices, The Senior Class, as and for their Last Will and Testament, in the pres- ence of us, who, at their request and in their presencz and in the presence of each other, have hereunto sub- scribed. oat S{NCERITAS Ne A bd syn uw ts fo oH? = = = SS = 4 4, Ny, 4 Haw Cay atc Feuthre,. Residing at Chicago, ILinoin ee trill an Residing at Corrs SAL