Girls Preparatory School - Kaleidoscope Yearbook (Chattanooga, TN)

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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

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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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- Q 1' '1 swam . . N .. me A tau WW b4 dk ' s?.:41L A- wtygyat A servant soon appeared in the doorway announcing that dinner was ready. Laughter and mirth reigned among the guests going into the dining room. Kathie, her loveliest in line white satin trimmed in a mass of crinoline ruflles, pure white jasmine in her dark hair, was escorted by 'l'om Crimmins, but she paid little attention to this handsome lad Her eves kept seeking, among the throng, another face, that ol David Blake-but she looked in vain: David was not there. Are you expecting someone? asked her beau. Ah, no, 'l'om, replied Kathie with a sweet girlish smile, how have you been lately? just line, thank you, Miss Kathie-Miss Kathie, you aren't even listening. Please excuse me, 'l'oml l'm afraid I didn't hear you. Thus the conversation continued throughout the meal. Poor Tom tried his best to touch upon some subject that might hold his lady's interest, but he strove in vain. Kathie politely dismissed herself front her escort after dinner and wandered in and out among the crowd. Suddenly she looked around and saw David Blake stride toward her. I-le was a tall lad of twenty, well built and muscular. Kathie, I must talk to you, whispered David with anxious voice. YVhat is it, David? I can't speak here. Conte outside with nie. There is no time to lose. Taking Kathie by the hand, David led her outside where they could be alone. To be brief, he said, my father died suddenly in England, and I must sail immediately to settle his affairs. Oh, David, must you go now? she said pleadingly, l may never see you again. You will see me again, darling, I will come back. In the meantime, Kathie, wear this locket, and when you look at it, remember that I will come back to you If you still love me come h 1 . . , . e-e , at this tnne every year, when the scent ol jasmine is heavy on the air, and even the salt breeze smells of spring. Some day you will find me waiting-this I promise you. David lifted Kathie's face to his own and kissed her tenderly. XVhen you come back some day, l'll be waiting for you here, whispered Kathie. After David departed Kathie, with tears in her eyes, felt for the tiny locket that David had fastened around her throat. It was gone! Kneeling on the beach, she felt for her cherished possession. lt was lost to her forever in the sands of Point Henry. David sailed for England the next day. just then I awoke from my dreams. Unable to go back to sleep, I hastily put on my clothes, and again I wandered to the beach. 'l'here not far away I saw the form of a woman, radiant in the beautiful moonlight. She was small of stature. and her dark tresses fell lightly about her shoulders. As I neared the place where she stood, she looked at me as if searching for some lost treasure. lhen suddenly through the warm spring air came her voice. Davidl she cried, running toward me. David you've come back! Then as I held her in my arms, l remembered-I remembered everything! FINIS -Blanche Dodds, '-14. i567 sf' Sak . ss:f2-t+'fa- Gigs 1,1 s 'B -th Y t tif