Holton Arms School - Scribe Yearbook (Washington, DC)

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Betty Burgess, Catherine Clement. I THE COMMITTEE Hester managed an ice-cream, coca- cola, hot-dog cate with his usual finesse. BEHIND THE SCENES Sugar Bourne, May Simpson, Achsah Dorsey, Nelle DeLoache. 85

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WHO REMEMBERS? MY mother, on my asking what she remembered about the Gay Nineties, replied, We wore pompadours and there was a song entitled There'll be a Hot Time in the Old Town Tonight. During ten years only those two things had made an impression on her. Once again I turned in search of someone to give me just a little more information about the Nineties. This time I struck a gold mine-my father. Yes, he thought he remembered something. Let's see, he was living in Alabama at the time-a little boy. It must have been then that the wandering vaudeville shows were in vogue. Particularly vivid in his mind was one night when Grand- father had let him, his older sister, and younger brother go with a white hired man to a vaudeville show. It was held in an old wooden barn, swarming with people dressed in their Sunday best. Father and Chester, wearing knee-length trousers, frilly shirts with bow-ties, and yellow straw hats clung to each of Whitey's hands. Lillie was considered old enough to walk just ahead of them alone. The show consisted of Punch and Iudy presented by Mr. Thunderbug, who stood on a raised platform in his best pair of tight, black trousers and turned his professional smile on the audience. When it was over and all were about to leave, Thunderbug held up his hand. Wait, Tonight I have a great surprise for you all. If you will kindly step up to the lines that are suspended above your heads, hook your finger through any one of the many rings there, and then hold your ear to that finger-tip, you will hear a most remarkable thing. It will be an experience of a lifetime. Instantly people pushed and crowded to reach a ring, until all were strung up in the required position. Thunderbug could hardly contain himself. I've fished all over the United States, he announced from the platform, but I've never caught so many suckers on one line as I have here tonight! Father was waxing reminiscent now. The women? he said in answer to my question, The women had wasp waists, huge hips, and legs like hams! Immense hats, lots of lace, and voluminous bathing suits that covered every inch were all the style. And chaperons for young ladies, on all occasions, were indispensable. Memories came thick and fast. The patch in the seat of your trousers was called the Democratic Badge by the defeated Republican Party. Cities and towns made laws forbidding Scorching in congested districts, meaning no bicycles can speed. The new safety bicycle was creating a gre-at stir, and the famous Century Club was formed which rewarded another bar to your badge at the end of every hundred miles on your bicycle. Oh, and that great temptation to youth, so severely forbidden, the Yellow Back Novels or the Dime Novels full of stories of Wild West villains, desperadoes, and railroad robbers. And those pathetic trains which puffed, whistled, and Wheezed, and had such laborious mechanical difficulties. The book, Slow Train Through Arkansas, that took off the railroads in those days, was full of typical jokes of the time- the lady with her gawky, sixteen-year-old boy, insisting he should be able to pay half fare. He must be over twelve, shouted the conductor. Well, replied the exasperated woman, he wasn't when the train started! The ha- rangue continued. Look, the conductor pointed out, he has long pants. Oh, she replied, Then I can go half fare! sa ,