Fermata School - Spur Yearbook (Aiken, SC)

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r 1'hen I saw B. C. whipping up to the Art Institute of Chicago whe1'e she had been asked to exhibit with Picasso. She was now a famous artist and her interesting works had been given the place of honor in the latest exhibition of Modern Painting. The scene shifted again, and revealed the beautiful countryside of Ireland. There was Wlaggy, meticulous in a pink coat, and barely skimming the ground on usllfllllv. Behind thundered the field but she held her ground getting nearer and nearer to the hounds who had cornered the fox. She dismounted and almost broke the spell--but not quite. For out of the pack of hounds rose the most modernistic of fancy grocery stores, and Liza came out into the tableau munching glaee fruits and French candies. As proprietor of the store, she was making little sculptured figures of all the members of her class of '10, out of carrots and potatoes. On the side, and in her spare time, she displayed her prowess as a beauty specialist and put Madame Ardena out of business. YVho are those familiar and gracious women who are laughing together? They are this year's seniors and they have just met to talk of old times and tell of new happenings. Then the picture faded completely, back to the clouds and mist, then to reality. The fire had burned low, the evening was gone but I was well pleased with the glimpse of the Senior Class of 19-110.

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IVe look to H10 future with hope. 1'L'IIl-6IltfJl?7'ilIg the past with loyalty NE evening as I was sitting deep in my red leather chair watching the fiames curl and lick the pine logs with deceiving tenderness, mv gaze wandered to a simple picture of clouds and figures in a mist. As I watched, they revolved and spun in a whirling confusion and slowly seemed to settle. There, instead of mist and clouds, I beheld a little grass shack bathed in sunlight where sat a woman in a cellophane hula skirt combing her red-gold hair. Looking closer, I recognized Christine, who now was the reigning Princess of the Hawaiian Islands. The picture faded and Bailey's Beach emerged. A snappy car pulled up, driven by Joan, very chiely dressed and, oh, so familiar in her dark glasses. She was very excited for she was to deliver a lec- ture to Newport Society on the Evils of Bad Housingv. This picture was becoming dim when a shrill shriek and a thunder of hoofs almost took me out of my chair. Over the golden sand came Cynnie in chaps, plaid shirt, and lariats and pistols. VVith a shake of her famous hair, she was off to head a 1'ound-up of the few remaining buffalo. As the clouds of dust cleared away they revealed the inside of a theatre. Wlas that Nancy, our jester, so transformed into an actress of great charm? It was, and as the curtain went down the applause was so deafening and her en- cores so many that I became quite dizzy. Then I found myself at a horse show in Long Island. A beautiful bay horse cleared the jumps and on its back was Alky. Around she went again, each jump better than the last. As the Judge handed her a blue ribbon, I heard a triumphant whinny, which did not come from the horses. As I looked through the crowd for acquaintances, who should come up but Honey, peering anxiously behind great horn rimmed spectacles and trying to sell what she was peddling in a little cart. It turned out to be the History of Lan- caster-an abridged edition in five volumes. This faded away and behind a silver urn I saw Barbara presiding at a large tea of thoroughly intellectual and social people. They we1'e members of the Browning Society and she intended to read them a newly unearthed criticism on his works. VVho was this crowned with a wreath of orange blossoms and enthroned high above the townsfolk on a moving float? The many-colored lights revealed Tinka, who had been chosen Queen of the Orange Seasonv, being drawn in state, 5111'- rounded by a myriad of courtiers. I Oh! Something whizzed by my ears and there was Peggy marching over the fairway, with grim determination in herwide blue eyes. Following was a large gallery for she was playing off in the women,s finals. A murmur arose and a neat. approach shot bounded on the green and into the cup. She was winning! The picture whirled.

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