Good Counsel College - Vestigia Yearbook (White Plains, NY)

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wa v? Sf If F am Class Prophecy Station G. C. C., White Plains, N. Y., operating on a frequency of 1932 kilocycles by authority of the Federal Radio Commission. Ladies and gentlemen of the radio audience: as you all know, tonight we are about to broadcast the premiere of that widely discussed play, As Time Goes By. This in itself would be an occasion of interest to the world at large but tonight there is an added attraction. The author, Miss Martha Fink, is here in person, and has arranged a theatre party made up of her classmates, who, with her, received their degrees from Good Counsel College in 1932, among whom are numbered dramatists, business women, and patrons of art and literature. While we are awaiting the arrival of these celebrities, I shall attempt to give you some idea of the brilliant scene before me. Either side of the crowded street presents a panorama of seething humanity, men and women eager to catch a glimpse of these great people. Each time that a car draws up to the curb these clamorous spectators strain forward eagerly in the hope that the occupants may be the guests of honor, only to fall back with audible exclamations of disappointment as the newcomer proves to be a comparative nonentity. , Suddenly, the subdued murmur of the goodfnatured gathering swells to an almost deafening volume of sound as the approaching headlights of a huge limousine presage the arrival of a celebrity. This time we are not disappointed, for from the car steps a slim, svelte woman, bowing and smiling to the left and right. She is immediately besieged by enthusiastic persons seeking a word or a glimpse from her gleaming dark eyes. Who is it? Why, none other than Miss Elizabeth Corley, G. C. C., '32, With a last gracious nod the first comer disappears within the portals of the theatre. Suddenly a low murmur of approval runs through the excited throng. A majestic figure sweeps along the narrow path. For a moment, the new arrival, with her escort, holds the centre of the stage. All eyes are turned upon her exotic headdress, and a man near the microphone whispers in an awed voice, i'Mademoiselle Cstermanf' the great coiffeur. It is indeed that famous personage, who, by her earnest, untiring efforts and almost unbelievable perseverance has earned the enviable title of Hairdresser to the First Lady of the Land. Hardly has the second arrival passed from view when the awefstricken crowd turns its fickle attention-but with reason. A soft laugh, a glimpse of pearly teeth, and we know that a third celebrity is with us. Miss O'Brien seems a bit subdued tonight, but perhaps the responsibility of her new position as Eastern Representative for the Wrigley Company has done much to suppress her natural effusiveness. We are sure you remember Miss O'Brien as winner of the contest for the most beaming smile in Hoboken, as a result of which she came to the attention of Mr. Wrigley. In a moment she is swallowed up in the throng. 6RE3ef6N6af'36E az K f f I R Merwaweewawe 79

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wa V.E Sf If Eli sa. The word examination no longer caused our hearts to leap in fear, for, having successfully braved the first line of fire, we considered ourselves veterans. Commencement week came upon us even more quickly than before, and this year was almost un' welcome since it meant that we were to lose our Big Sisters, our advisors and friends. Many of sus found a meagre solace in the thought that in September we would take our place in the ranks of upper classmen. JUNIOR junior year at last! with it new responsibilities and added privileges. For the first time we had the pleasure of welcoming a Sister Class, the joy of showing them the campus and explaining their duties. Perhaps we were a little too engrossed in these pleasurable tasks, for hardly had Investiture passed when we found ourselves in the midst of quarterly examinations. However these periods of gloom held little horror for us now that we had safely weathered so many of them. Now that we were juniors we discovered in ourselves a surprising and unexpected strain of seriousness and love of knowledge. Matters of ethics, pedagogy and history became a source of pleasure to us. Founders Day with its carols and banquet, and the Christmas holidays passed in swift succession, and the days were taken up in preparation for the annual Glee Club Concert, in practicing the play presented by the juniors for the benefit of the Missions and in anticipation of the yearly debate. On this occasion, to our intense pride and delight, the Kearney Medal for excellence in Public Speaking was awarded to a junior. The remainder of the time sped by almost unnoticed, for this year ours was the privilege of editing the Prestonian, a privilege which carried with it numerous duties. June once again with its farewells, liow near was the end of the roadfone more bend and we would reach our goal! SENIOR We experienced a distinct sensation of shock when we, as Seniors, realized that we were not en' joying that exalted position as greatly as we had expected. There was something missing-we no longer could say, Ask a Senior, she'll know. Instead we were expected to fill the places held by those girls whom we had learned to respect and admire. Before long, however, the novelty disappeared, though not entirely, and we once more seemed to be on familiar ground. The years seem to grow shorter as time goes on, and in the twinkling of an eye, it seemed, we were writing 1932 on our final examinations. At least we had our memories of four happy and profitable years, years Hlled with triumph and defeat in work and in play, and now, having attained our objective, we were consoled by the thought that we are not severing connections with Good Counsel but are entering into a new relationship with her as Alumnae. 6 5 5 B si K if is QZZMMEJBGNEQKB W 78

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wa v? Sf If Eli sa. Suddenly there is a tinkling of bells, you, radio friends and listeners, need no introduction to the Belle of Good Counsel, Miss Annaebell Shirley. Rumor has it that she has progressed so far as to ring the Westminster Chimes. A few steps behind Miss Shirley is a trim, unobtrusive little Hgure, we recognize her as Irene Rogalin, Ph.D., who, after constant urging, has forsaken her literary pursuits for an evening of pleasure. The weight of the books she reviews each week for the Times has bowed her shoulders, yet her eyes still shine as of yore with an eager light. With a short nod she and her companion hurry through the open portals. Now there swings into my line of vision a familiar figure. The throng knows her at a glance and a ringing cheer goes up. It is Miss Cohane, known to the world as the originator of that famous line Drown your troubles in Acidophilus Milk. This great reformer is responsible also for the Public Food Iaw passed in Congress. We have reason to be grateful to Miss Cohane. Pardon me, radio fans, but I have just received a rather violent shock. This very moment a tall, willowy brunette rushes past the microphone and up the steps into the theatre, without so much as a nod, and my friend here informs me that it was Miss jacot. The latest report is that she has signed a contract with the Columbia Broadcasting Company. Miss Jacot, you know, has a way with pianos. But who is this that comes panting up the steps? Ah, one of my rivals. The world knows her as L'Little Betty, author of that widely read column, Spreading the News but we recall her as Elizabeth McGovern, well known in business circles and prominent PathefNews Representative. Striding along at her elbow and talking animatedly in a soft, lowfpitched voice, is a tall, titianfhaired woman. At first I did not recognize her, but as she passed close to me, and I heard that she was conf versing in rhyme, I realized that Miss Chittenden had torn herself away from her secluded home in the hills of Vermont for is it Connecticut or Massachusetts?j in order to meet again her less famous classmates. Here is a real treat for the fans. Miss Eileen Walshe, her platinum blonde hair gleaming against the collar of her luxurious fur wrap, her eyes cast down, is walking hesitantly up the narrow aisle. Her latest pamphlet on home making, just published last week, was so well received by housewives over all the country that Miss Walshe is preparing a series of lectures on the same subject. I just offered her the microphone, but she blushed, whispered, I have nothing to say, and disappeared into the theatre. The crowd seems to be excited. Three names are carried from lip to lip-Helen Crimmins, Mary Grogan, and Adelaide Bittner. That is odd. I wonder how the latter found time from the various duties incumbent upon her as manager of a home and advertising manager. You all must have heard her famous saying, It doesn't hurt advertising. After all, she ought to know. Miss Crimmins has not changed in the least. An amusing incident which just occurred will best illustrate the truth of this statement. As the trio began to mount the steps Miss Grogan suddenly 6i5ef6i5s!B6Xaz KJMNEQKBSXQEQZB W