Kentucky Home School for Girls - Pandaisia Yearbook (Louisville, KY)

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Senior Class ETHEL FRANKLIN PRICE President It matters not What you are thought to be, But what you are. ANNIE LAURIE HAM JOYCE RUSSELL GARIBALDI Queen of the May Maid-of-Honor to the Queen of the May Co-Business Manager Business Manager Vice President I'll fight ,til from my bones my flesh be hacked. ix Hockey Captain When two do the same thing, It is not the same thing afte fa

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Here, sandwiched in with the other clip- ITTING before ber evening, I, my bookcase a book which I have In it are clippings My Scrapb 0 ok the fire on a cold Decem- an old woman, draw from well-thumbed dusty scrap- treasured for many years. and photographs cut from the work of two of my classmates, Joyce and Tosca Garibaldi. These two have, for years been society editors for opposite Chicago papers and have become very famous. Joyce works for the Chicago Extinguisher and Tosca for the Chicago Exterminator. Each tries to get the society news out first. First I come across the announcement of Annie Lauriels wedding to a lieutenant in the army-a very happy marriage, it was too-and I heard not long ago that she had six children, and on the strength of it had written a book called HHOW to Rear a Child, which was one of the best sellers last year. Next, I see a clipping saved for many years because it tells of Carolyn Hartis leading role in Aida as the star of the Metropolita. Little did we dream that she would achieve such fame when we were seniors at K.H.S. and wondering about our future. A full page photograph meets my eye on the next page, one of a beautiful flower, a mixture of a rose and a lily, perfected by Betty Walker. This combination of rare beauty has been sought by other florists for years. Turning over the page, I find the three announcements of Peggy's marriages, her first husband was an aviator and was killed in the war, her second husband was run over by a street car, and now, married for the third time, she is living happily on a beautiful estate outside of New York. Janet is the most influential ranch owner in Arizona, now, and is spending her spare moments in teaching her twelve, or is it six, sons the manly art of Western Horsemanship. pings, I find some of the work of Dorothy Von Allmen, the most sought after com- mercial artist in the country. Her drawings could persuade the families of the Congo that they couldn't get along without electric heaters. Carefully pasted into the center of one of the pages of my book, I see an announcement of Ray's marriage to a Mexican. It was rather a surprise to everyone at the time but they both seem to be perfectly happy and living in the lap of luxury in their beautiful southern home. My book is crowded with clippings about that famous executive, Ethel Price. Her executive ability, increasing more and more after her experience as senior president at K.H.S. has carried her far in the world of politics. She was, not long ago, elected the first woman to be Speaker of the House of Representatives. But now I must close my book and turn from these dreams of the past. As the newly elected president of Wellesley, I must start on my annual lecture tour for the education of educators. One of my pleasantest stops will be at chapel at the Kentucky Home School for Girls where the bored expressions on the students' faces will bring back to me memories of my own youth. Virginia Wynne, et al, 342 Together We walked together, hand in hand, Side by side o'er all His land. I slipped, I fell, too frail to rise. He bent down low-I met His eyes. I strained and clasped His hand so strong He whispered then, 'Tis not for long. We walk together now, hand in hand, He and I, throughout His land. Ethel Price, 342 Five

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RAY HIKES MARGARET LYLE SHELLEY Chairman of the Mountain Fund Bazaar Editor of Pandaisia It is to be all made of faith and service. GTO COIHPHTC Great things with smallf, TOSCA RUSSELL GARIBALDI JANET CAMPBELL GORE a'I'd rather have a fool to make me merry uFools are my theme, Than experlence to make me sad. Let Satire be my Songf, Seven