Girls Preparatory School - Kaleidoscope Yearbook (Chattanooga, TN)

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U ' X? Kf vfifrp 0 Effrk Wa :L 3,1 .4 4 A 2, xl- ' QA . 'L W' QML MQM Class Prophecy Memos of a First Nighter . . . Orchids to Emily jane Bell for her forthcoming hit. For Whom Does the Bell Toll? This incidentally is an autobiography of the matchless playwright, and the title role of Whom is played by Nancy Hill. a member of the greasepaint clan, who has just completed a two-year run in Twenty Years In Hill House. No colyum would be complete without a first hand description of the new experiments of Professor M. H. Divine. This famous disturber of the peace was recently arrested by Chief of Police Marcia Manson for trying to actually spontaneously combust right in the middle of Broadway. As she was being led away, Presb las the professor is lovingly calledj was still screaming, But why can't I spontaneously combusti' I don't see why I can't! They say it's a woman's world, and what could give tnore proof than the Senate House. Frixample Barbara Moore has just appeared before the committee to persuade them to build a better and more direct road from Chat- tanooga to Georgia Tech. She said that she didn't want the future generations to undergo the hardships that she sulliered in her travels. Not alone in her proposal to the House. Miss Moore was sttcceeded by Martha Owen. who made a most earnest appeal toward the drive to provide her East Tennessee hill-billies with shoes. Helen Hampton is running a golfing acadeluy and her motto is l'll teach you to play the Bobby jones way. Roaming through the realln of books, a fourth estater finds hidden talent worthy of world-wide plaudits. inquisitive Kitty Oelnnig has written a book called WHY, to which Becky 'I'hatcher has replied with a sequel, BUT. Bonnie johnson recently rolled a piping good novel off the press: full of helpful hints, How To Hold Your Man Through Thick and Thin and Finally Get Him in the End is dedicated in these words To The One who made this book possible. But Marian Spearman has outdone them all by writing a sequel to her first book, Bubba At Baylorg this sequel, Bubba Flys Again, is overflowing with human interest and is guaranteed to touch the hearts of the nation. The one we will never tire of telling concerns a Mary Kathryn Smith. who ten years ago became a hermitress because she was so disgusted with men. Yesterday she surprised the nation by emerging from her cave home in a qtlaint bear-ftlr sarong fwhich she evidently made herselfj and a coon-skin cap. Her reasons for coming out were to see if men had changed in any way: after talking to a few. she was still agin 'em' and stalked back to her cave. Hip! Hip! Away! And Ann Teiupleton, head of the Gym To Keep You Slim, will help you do just that. ll seems that she advocates the use of Graham Crackers: in fact. she gives her approval to anything put out by Graham and Company. Inside man at the aforementioned skin factory was last week revealed to be none other than judith Braly. Clearing the dirt away from her mouth she confided to me that she is the producer of judythe's Mud-Cake, successor to Pan-Cake Make-Up. Bravo! for Blanche Dodds, new comer into the classical world of music. Playing the lead in Grand Ole Opry . she is starred opposite Roy Aculf. And thrilling the audiences with her accompaniment is Anne Woodward: at one note front Anne the crowd swoons, She has taken Count Bassie's place in playing good boogie-woogie. Politics seem to have the limelight always. and the former jean Land, now wife of the mayor of Tupelo. isn'l letting it slip. She recently held a hog-calling contest in the interest of her Back To The l-'arm Movement . lncidcntally, the blue ribbon went to Sue Persinger. that blues singer of Station W A I L. Amazing bit of excitement on Lookout Mountain last week-end . . . a blackout had been scheduled. and when the time came the sirens went dead. However Tilda Thomas valiantly cattle to the rescue with her voice, and the blackout was successful with the exception of one person. One Hardie Tharpe, having moved recently from the country and having never been in a blackout before, turned on her lights in order to get a better view of the situation. Holding forth as co-presidents of the lZ.S.C.. are Doctors I.upton and Frierson. They are concerned with non-breakable test tubes, acids that are quiet and restrained, and chemistry books without equations for the benefit of high-school chemists. They have also developed a secret method of holding acid above the head while pour- ing itg this meets even the approval of that great chemist, lllrica Whitaker. An incredible monster has been created by Edith Einstein Blackard that is said to rival ally ghoul. ghost, or robot. A combination of Frankenstein and Mrs. Pruneface, this monstrosity will probably be called Prunestein or Frankenface. Bubbles Connell. who is in charge of his education has already taught him the basic alphabet. lt's really startling to see this creature, under Bubbles' influence, mumble, L. S. . . M. F. T. . . L. S. . . M. F. 'l'oday's posies are tossed to jane Tolley. originator of TOLI,.EY'S POLLY. speller for all normal school chillun'. All words are spelled entirely by sound. And another handful of congrats goes out to drama critic and writer Peggy Harris . . . her latest play to be published is similar to Kipling's The Light That Failed. She is still un- decided about lhe title, so may we suggest The Bulb That Popped or a simpler title like Darkness. Best school marms we ever came across are Lolann Harris and Ann Hall. Lolann, remembering her own days in sumnierschool, is now running one of her own. The only requiretnents for entrance are failure in at least two subjects, male. good-looking. and a car tconvertible preferredj. Anne. however, couldn't tear herself away frotn her ball and chain at C.l'.S., and she is now head of the Latin Departlnent there. She teaches that there are only three parts to the verb love . . . aman, amability, and amarriage! VVell, enough chatter and patter for this time, so this is lkfartha Winchell McDonald bidding you good-night! 1543 e N. Ov ,sg 'Z Q, 'site xkgaj. te

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. 8 !.Ll IgrLilXh , ..gg'!f, ...a 0 4,' All W - QW' , P V6 tg , 6 , lx X. v. 'ML WSQZMIL Class Will LEGAL RECORDS 'l'he terms of the will of the Class of VH as probated in the Court of G.l'.S., are as follows: Emily jane Bell wills her French accent to Henrietta King in behalf of her noble efforts. Judith Braly wills her fondness for turkey to Marilyn Galnble, who is a vegetarian. Warren Blackard wills her collection of shoes for every remote occasion to the Ration Board. Bubbles Connell bequeaths her state of being one week for Baylor and one week for Taylor to anyone else who can get away with it. Presh Divine wills her ability to graduate from two s:hools at once to the rest of the gumps in school who can't graduate from even one. Blanche Dodds wills her ever-ready wit to jane lllillard in order that she may temper her sarcasm with humor. Dabney Frierson leaves her soft. southern air to Diefenbach. 'Null' said! Ann Hall disposes of her loquacionsness in study hall to Betty Wright, Martha Stansbury, and Marianne Williams. who can't ever think of anything to say. l.olann Harris wills her slim waistline to Katherine Holland in hopes that between the two they may have one. Helen Hampton wills her Fifth Avenue glad-rags to Mary Rawlings. She doesn't have any, poor girl. Peggy Harris wills her curlers. along with the endurance to use them. to Becky Wood, in hopes that she may give them the same constant work-out to which they have been accustomed. Nancy Hill bequeaths her smiling countenance to all G.l'.S. girls on lllonday mornings to brighten up those blue days. Bonnie johnson leaves her 0. and 0. to Nancy Carter to help her establish more friendly relations among the boys of the city. jean Land hands down her tee-niny hair ribbons to Lois Stone to add to her BIG collection. Maddin Lupton wills her congeniality and allability to the old Static Board. They do get along so well. Marcia Manson wills her interest in the armed forc:s to the Draft Board which is not always able to get their man. Martha McDonald wills her record of a wreck every two weeks to lilizabeth Land, who with jean olf to college, will have ample opportunity to have one. Barbara Moore wills her habit of teching frequent trips to Atlanta to Joanne johnson who's already there. Kitty Oehtnig bequeaths her Oehmig brogue to 'l'eeny Buchanan in hopes that she may have a little individu- alism in her chattah. Martha Owen leaves her privilege to sit around and take life easy while the other Seniors cram and sweat over Latin. to Marilyn McWhorter. Sue Persinger wills her distinction of having two aunts in school to Katherine Bowen, who next year will be noted for the same honor. Marian Spearman utlls her red-gold curls to Gloria Champion. Mary Kathryn Smith hequeathes her silent laugh to Raymond of Inner Sanctum. Ann Templeton wills her use of perfect grannnar to the Seventh Grade in hopes that they may more fluently beg to diller with the teachers. Hardie 'l'harpe bestows her mania for cutting hair upon Marianne Prescott in hopes she may find a short cut to beauty. Becky Thatcher wills all the grace. poise, and Venus forms that have been willed to her in past years to Ewing McAllester to take away to school with her. 'l'ilda Thomas leaves her ability to let everyone know where she is to Kathleen Bond, who is also very diffi- dent. poor child. jane 'l'olley wills her everlasting energy to a box of vitalnin pills which are always giving out. Anne Woodward wills her germ-free atmosphere to Norma Raoul. in hopes that she may get to school some day. 6533 U 153.5115 ifsghsk ag A'-'7' .r - M 'WN' ' re at if

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wif? l h ' It eivfriff .egg , wif 'W' S?--ML 5 Ws!6..wL The Lost Locket The night was a warm, sultry one, the moon's shimmering reflection on the ocean cast an eerie light around me as I strolled along the sandy beach at the desolate Point Henry. I had come to this spot to spend a few days of rest from the turbulent city life of the l890's. On this night about ten o'clock I had decided to take a walk before I retired, I left my little cabin, where once, I had been told, stood a great mansion, now destroyed by tl1e frequent storms and tl1e angry waves. As I strolled aimlessly along, my gaze suddenly fell on a small, shiny object lying a few feet ahead of me. I hastened to the spot and picking it up, found it to be a tiny, gold locket, affected by age and the brisk salt air. I turned it over in my hand and dropped it carelessly in my pocket. I returned to my cabin about midnight and began to undress for bed. As I took off my shirt, the mysterious locket dropped from its resting place to the floor below. For a second time I examined the tiny piece of jewelry, and here in the stronger light of my cabin I had the sudden feeling that I had seen this locket somewhere before. Where or when I knew not. Mfhen still a lad of twenty I had been struck with a peculiar fever from which I slowly re- cuperated. This fever had resulted in the loss of my memory. Whatever had occurred in my life before my illness was unknown to me. As I lay there in bed, the locket clasped in my hand, my troubled dreams were filled with nightmares, I tossed from one side of my bed to the other. -If I could only remember!-If I could only remember! It was 1885 when the Henry mansion was being completed at the Point. Old Thomas Henry himself supervised the carpenters as they put the finishing touches on the home he had dreamed of building since the Civil Wfar. The family had finished the moving in that morning and was to have the housewarming on that very night. Major Henry stood in front of his beautiful home admiring its beauty when the large front door opened and Kathie, his lovely eighteen- year-old daughter, came gaily running out. Father, dear, you've been out here almost all day, I've missed you terribly. My, isn't the house going to be the finest in all Georgia? Kathie, my sweet, it does this poor old man good to see you, said the Major with a gay laugh. You know you're getting prettier every day. 'fruthfully could he say such words, for Kathie was a belle of her day. Her dark curly locks fell in loose masses on her snow-white shoulders. Her beautiful blue eyes, which had already conquered many a youth's heart, sparkled with excitement. just why is my daughter so gay today? Oh, Father, you're just trying to tease me, you know it's my eighteenth birthday, and, Father, Mother is having a banquet for me tonight. And is that tl1e only reason? I heard that young David Blake was to be among the guests, and he is quite fond of my Kathie, isn't he? inquired the Major with a chuckle. Father, you mustn't say such things, CHIIIC the shy reply from under a head bent with blushes. I shan't tease you any more, laughed Major Henryg run along and tell your mother that I'll soon be in. Please don't be late, dear, you must greet our guests. About seven the guests began to arrive and were graciously received by the host and hostess. The Hamiltons, the Crosbys, the Abercrombies, and other renowed Southern families began to arrive. Oh, David, why don't you come? Kathie questioned herself in a low voice. She kept wait- ing and watching, but at eight David still had IlOt arrived. f55J ,fgflqiiif QX t -MS.: XFN '-, Q -. Qin