Latin School of Chicago - Sigillum Yearbook (Chicago, IL)

Text from Pages 1 - 104 of the 1939 volume:

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JY? -1.31-Y Mal Y PL KST Wxunalz CATHERINE HANDLEY Editor-in-Ch ief J E A N W E S C O T T Business Manager WWA SCIHICDILIFDE THE GIRLS' LATIN SCHOOL OF CHICAGO 59 Scott Street CFHC!RC3CD ILLHQCDES SENIOR AND LITERARY NUMBER J 1939 FTA.: ,-sl! i X Y b A73 I LSB ' ws v at t y ff? s 1 X s if April 94, 1921 Lantern Bearer: Miss Turner Props: Betty Bennett Muriel Macffhesney SIDNEY PAGE MEEKER President ofthe Senior Class Breathless with haste and her heavy raccoon coat, Sid rushes up the Senior aisle, reaches the seat and flops down. 'fl didnft do a bit of work last night. l was so tired that l went to bed at ninen, she pants to anyone who looks interested. l can do my physics in my study-period, l guess, and my English at recess, then l can read my history at lunch. l laving thus filled every spare moment of to-day with yesterdayis chores, she drapes the raccoon coat over her chair, and scrambles to her feet, just in time to join in the reading of the morning psalm. Does she or does she not carry out her plans? We dont know, but results point to the affirmative. OOO uflass meetingl Class meetinglu shouts Sidney in the hall, tapping various Seniors on the shoulder. When all are finally gathered in, Sidney seats herself on the teacher's desk, skirts above knees, a la actress photographed on ship's rail, and commences with many motions of head and hands to explain why we are met. You see, girls, l just have to tell you, l have the most wonderful idea for the classmprophecyn . . . Sid has only to explain it. The approval is instantaneous and unanimous. Why, Sid, l think thats great , we chorus. Says Sidney, 'll think its rather good myself ,and laughs. O O O Locker room five minutes after basketball practice. The Juniors, in various states of undress, lean exhausted against lockers and walls. Their conversation: Hl'm simply deadln . . . You were lucky, Sidney was guarding me. l couldnit break away oncef' . . . Hl'm getting stiff already. Gee, that was funln At the sound of the dissenting voice the Juniors, weary heads lift with one accord. Sidney dances into the room. Saluting feebly with a shoe, someone says, Nice playing today, Sidney. HWhy, thank youln, bows Sidney, auick to burlesque anything. But it was nothing really. There was l, with my dimples flashing, galloping down the court, my arms flailing like twin windmills. My forward kept gaining. l stumbled. Recovered myself. And then in a last burst of energya-and then, why the whistle blewl . . . Bye , and Sidney dances out again. filo think,'f comments a junior sardonically, that any Senior loves basketball enough to come back for practice on her free dayln March 6, 1921 Lantern Bearer: Mile. Mutrux . 1 Props: Angie Johnson Frances Connell JACKIE AAGAARD Vice-President of the Senior Class As the recess bell rings, ,laclde liits herself from her seat by placing her hands on her deslc and pushing. She eases out to the hall to get millc and crackers, then returns to drape herself carefully on a radiator in the back oi the Senior row. She is joined by a classmate who is just popping with the choicest bit ot gossip. Jaclcie drops the cap of her millc bottle behind the radiator, stirs the mill4 vigorously with the straw, and is novv prepared to listen with undivided, it somewhat mild, attention. When the class-mate has completed her spiel, ,laclcie taps the crumbs from her graham craclcer with a long-nailed Finger, as one would tap the ash from a cigarette, clears her throat laboriously, and gives forth a non-committal, UYou don't say?H OOO As jaclcie patiently waits for one olcloclt, and her French luncheon, she industriously cleans her long fingernails with a bent paper clip she has picked up in some morning recita- tion. On the hour she puts her coat on to insure warmth downstairs and betalces herself to the First Floor. Leisurely slaclqie joins the group at the French table and is enthusiastically greeted, both by her friends and the teacher. From then on the luncheon is a great success. At least, xlaclcie and Mile. Mutrux chat Fluently and happily, to judge by their Frequent bursts ol laughter, while Eggy's less articulate companions concentrate silently on cream chipped beef and baked potatoes. ln a Way it is only Fitting that jaclcie should be our French star, it would be a shame to confine such a good conversationalist to one language. 7 r July 28,1921 Lantern Bearer: Miss Schaub Props: Barbara McNulty l Ruth Ann Bennett i i i JEAN WESCOTT Business Manager of Vita Scholae slean, proven by many of Miss priceis strange 'tests to be the most agile of the decrepit Seniors, hurls herself and her partner through the mazes of a country dance. With the belt of her blue gym suit tied below her hips in a manner reminiscent of the flapper era, convulsed with laughter, she treads on the heels of the other dancers. Une stern word from Miss price and the Wescott face is pulled to its greatest length, the lips are pulled down tremblingly at the corners, in a vain effort to appear solemn. OOO At the first dress-rehearsal of the Senior play, glean appears in the loclcer-room, now a temporary dressing room, with a large box tuclted under her arm. Swiftly she removes her uniform, and then, to the mystification of all, draws from the box, one small satin pillow, two bath towels, and several dozen safety-pins. She then proceeds to pad herself in all directions When all is complete, ,lean gives her pillow a resounding thwaclt and stumbles up the stairs to the gym, fliclting a lace hanlcy to create a breeze. O00 ln French class, jean sits slouched down in her seat, her feet beating a silent tattoo on the rungs of the chair in front. Loolting carefully to see if Mademoiselle Mutrux is occupied in her boolt or blacltboard, demure jean furtively gives the underside of the wiclaer-bottomed chair in front of her a swift lciclc. The victim, suppressing a yelp of surprise, turns with Full intentions of giving jean a withering loolc, but no withering loolc comes. It can't come, for the sight of glean grinning lilce the Cheshire cat and bouncing with inward laughter, dispels any thought of anger. S july 30,1921 Lantern Bearer: Mrs. Truman Props: Ann Faherty China Bob lbsen ROSALIE STURGES BOYDEN Little Rosalie, affectionately dubbed Rolly by her mothering classmates, can be seen almost any day in the halls, dodging the flying elbows and the insecure piles of bool4s so dangerous to one her size. l'ler fly-away curls, topped by a brilliant ribbon, bob gayly up and down, as she valiantly fights her way through the crowded halls to her classes. Qnce there she subsides into her accustomed seat, and sighs with relief, amazed that she has com- pleted another of those long and hazardous journeys. OOO Rosalie is entertaining today, and the class, as her guests, are extremely pleased, for it is understood that when Rosalie entertains, it actually means entertainment for all, except perhaps for the hostess herself, who puts in an amazing amount of unobtrusive worlc. First of all, she insures her success with wonderful food. To the uninitiated food may not sound important, but for a crowd of perpetually famished school-girls it is the great essential. And not only does Rolly have good food, but in some odd way she seems to be able to smell an emptying plate ten feet away, and as she refills it with potato chips, hot rolls, and the lilce, she somehow conveys the impression that far from being fattening, they are positively thinning. But Rosalie's amazing gift is her ability to get on with anybody. Even the greatest problems, from the girls who can never find anything to say to those who insist on talking too loudly and too tactlessly, find themselves chatting happily with little Rolly. There is really nothing that can Fill us with so much satisfaction both with ourselves and our classmates, as one of l'Vliss Boyden's entertainments. OOO There is a tremendous clatter and from the distance a chunlcy child approaches. Qn closer inspection, however, it turns out to be merely Rolly engulfed in her raccoon coat, and sporting her wooden shoes. Once in study-hall Rolly emerges from the coat and prepares to tal4e off her head bandanna. At this motion there is a momentls ceasing of all Senior activity, as we wait with breathless interest to see how Rolly is wearing her hair today. She is our means of keeping up with the latest styles, and she never lets us down. No matter how amazing a coiffure is sprung upon us in the social world, we of the Senior Class can always patronizingly remarlc, UQ yes, l've seen that beforef, 9 May 9, 1922 Lantern Bearer: Miss slarrett Props: Mary Stark Rosalind Stark RUTH CLARK Assembly. Concluding words of speaker. Miss Singleton's gracious Ulhanlt-youu. And then no chord ol music for dismissall Miss l-larbison rushes over to the Seniors and sends a mouth message to a blonde girl already blushing with expectation. Clambering over countless lcnees, Ruth, rubbing her hands to warm them and mumbling, 'lm not prepared. Why does Miss l'larbison have to aslc MEP , arrives at the piano. She sits clown and forthwith runs oil a little Beethovenc--expertly, at that. OOO Girlsl',, Ruth dashes into study-hall, something wonderful has happeneclfl The Seniors, always eager to hear about anything interesting, chorus, What'? My cow has just won second prize in the stock shawl Hls that all?H incredulously aslc the Seniors. They shudder and turn bacl4 to their history, muttering, mlhat's what comes of wanting to be a farmer. Seconds later Sidney, Forgiving Ruth and slightly penitent, inquires, Was it a pretty ribbon'?H OOO phases in car-owning. First weelc: Ruth terrorizes Near North Side residents as she lurches into Scott Street, trying to recall howto shift gears. Second weelc: Ruth hits preacher on Quter Drive. l-le forgets Golden Rule and sues for damages. Third weelc Ruth discovers lealc in the gas tanlc, calls garage, and Finds a minor miracle has prevented the car from blowing up. A year later: Ruth and car, both quieter, spend most ol their time transporting the Seniors to prospective advertisers. 10 . '7 , 'Vi 2 if X' 1 , , QAM, r 1, July 29,1922 Lantern Bearer: Miss Stedman Props: Edith Dato Tannisse Twyman LUCILE COOLIDGE Miss Singleton stands belore the high school, in her arms two weighty volumes . . . And l'm happy to give to l.ucile Coolidge The Decline and Fall of the l-loly Roman Empire, the book she has asked lor as winner ol the lime Magazine Contestf, A gasp ol surprise escapes the audience and terminates in 'Decline and Fall . . . What a book to ask lorl You don't suppose she's going to read it? Curious eyes follow the slender, hazel-eyed girl as she goes to get her prize. ls it true that l.ucile knows Greek and Hebrew? Does she really spend hours in a dimly-lighted church, playing Bach on the organ? Did she learn about lndians through spending a summer on an lndian Reservation? OOO Glancing into the library one sees what seems to be a rehearsal of the death scene from 'Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs . An excited group ol Freshmen bend over the couch. Various comments Float up from them , . , HBoy, l bet she had to put the moon to bed when she got home last nightfl . . . She looks sort of pale to me. Maybe we should do something? l...K il.et's tickle her with a leather and make her sneezef' Blissfully unaware of their interest l.ucile sleeps on, her head gently nodding over plato's Republic. The leather is applied. She sneezes, awakens, misses her cue, and so forgets to say, Where am l? to the sea ol upturned Faces. lnstead she sizes up the situation by rubbing her nose and letting out a long HW E l. l. . 'l-hen she very firmly puts down Plato and strolls toward the lighter Mr. Leacock, 11 'W' . . f FU . sf Q 1 tl , july 6, 1921 Lantern Bearer: Miss Hood Props: Barbara Mc Clurg Sally Mitchell . , , ,K 4' f 4 1, . px: -iklgfg. .22 4 1, Q 1't J,w-my A . . 1v5 ., -V s law. . V- gi? s. Trng. -9 I ' ' ri F t, Y..- LJ il. . ,,5l.4,g if .1 'li1.'sf ,' 7. NANCY DAVIS Judge Nancy's social perfection is a constant source of amazement. She is invariably becom- ingly and suitably dressed. She can talk, and even better listen intelligently, to anyone from her little kindergarten partner ol the l-lalloween party, to the grandmother ol one ol her friends. Even in the seventh grade, when we First began to mingle with the male ol the species, Nancy was completely poised. While the rest of us huddled sell-consciously on one side of the room, casting surreptitious glances at the men, aged thirteen, opposite us, Nancy actually crossed the yawning emptiness separating the two groups and serenely began a conversation-with a boy. O 0 0 The cast ol Uliirst Ladyn has straggled in for rehearsal. ln one corner ol the gym two or three girls are desperately trying to learn their lines, but in the other corner, Nancy, with by far the longest role, is perched gayly on top of the radiator, apparently telling a grand story to judge by the vigorous gestures and the hilarity ol her appreciative class-mates. The group has broken up, Miss Magowan having pleaded at length with her uproarious cast. For the moment Nancy is not Honu. She sits on the gym Floor, her books spread around her, doing her homework with the amazing concentration that is hers. Nothing seems to bother her, neither the chatter ot her Friends, the frantic coaching ol Miss Magowan, nor even ,limmy Stewartls handsome lace grinning up at her from her notebook cover. When the fatal night comes, Nancy knows not only her own lines but everybody elses She picks up the cue her terrified classmates forget to give, improvises speeches for all and sundry. just a part of the game for Nancy. Q O Q Nancy is having one ol her days ol confusion. It all starts calmly enough with one simple little question posed by Nancy. Somehow Miss Turner can,t quite understand. The class' in attempting to interpret Nancyis subtle inquiry, gets itsell confused, and, inevitably, Miss Turner herself becomes puzzled. Ten pupils, though themselves a bit hazy on the point, explain simultaneously. Nancy, now wholly disorganized, turns to a battled teacher. At this juncture the bell rings, and Nancy marches out, convinced of the futility ot physics anyway. At lunch time, however, the matter is Finally cleared up, lor, meeting Miss Turner on the stairs, Nancy, minus an enthusiastic class to help her, understands the point in the few minutes required to descend from the top to the bottom Floor. 12 i December 15, 1921 Lantern Bearer: Miss Hammett Props: Maxine Cooper Ann Caldwell JANE DUBlSKE lnitial performance of 'first Ladyn. ,lane whispers nervously behind stage as she waits to go on for her famous domestic quarrel with wife, Sidney Meelter, Kilim scared. l lcnow they'll laugh at my wig. Nobody'll talce me for a man. Somebody shoves her on stage just in time for the rising curtain. Then with perfect stage presence Jane begins to create the character of Carter l-libbard. She IS Carter l-libbard with his bowed wallc, his pompous speech,his methods ofrelaxing. The audiencedoesn'tlaughatthisgirltaking a manfs part, it applauds. Later someone says, That girl is a natural actressf' only to be contradicted with, Natural actress nothingl That girl has worlced hours on that partf' Cr to put it again, ,lane is a perfectionist when it comes to her love, the theatre. OOO Two Seniors sit on the table in the baclc of study-hall, gossip, and survey with a faint superiority the bedlam that is recess. ,lane appears in the doorway and wallcs quietly to her deslc, lifting her shoulders slightly in her characteristic way. lt arouses the Seniors to comment. ' '... She had another one of those stunning sports hats on this morning . . . Did you lcnow she's supposed to be a championship diver? . . . Awfully quiet, but a grand sense of humor . . . Well, l saw her lunching with the handsomest blond boy the other day . . . ,lane joins them, addressing them, as she addresses everybody, with a casual, ul-lello, darlings. 13 August 27, 1921 N 1 Lantern Bearer: Mrs. Eliason ' Props: joan Ralston l ,X Y l-larriet Dawes LELA BALDWIN ELLIS 'len minutes late, Lela wanders into study-hall, throws down her boolcs, pushes her olive- green lelt hat to the baclc ol her head, and, without removing her minl4-pavv coat, sits down. lvvo hours later, though she has attended three classes, Lela is still in hat and coat. Even the I v-4 . . . g oves have not been removed gloves which serve to conceal maroon-tinted nails from the unilorm committees eagle eyes. Should we have made visitor to dispense with her out-door toggery, when in school? a law to compel this well-dressed O00 During study-periods Lela, giving all things academic the cold shoulder, stares with consuming eyes at an almost lile-sized study ol the lovely Charles Boyer, which is propped up against her boolcs. She has even Forgotten to remove her Finger from the vocabulary in the baclc ol her French Reader. OOO Lelals unguarded moments: Admitting that she has read Shawls Saint loan, Lela again amazes the Seniors with her intellectual reading . . . Lela, arrayed in the customary fur coat and porlq pie hat plus shin guards, leans nonchalantly against a goal post. Down the hoclcey Field races the opposing team in sole possession ol the ba . Kicking furiously, jabbing with her sticlc, and saying things under her breath, Lela Finally hits the ball out ol bounds. When Miss Pri typilying boredom, only this time she is bemoaning a brolcen two-inch lingernail. The morning ol the junior Dance Finds most of the Seniors in beauty parlours, but Lela arrives at the Gym, which loolcs anything but Festive in the cold morning light, loaded down with decorations. Conlidently Lela starts to translorm it into a shipls declc. That evening Lela, very demure in an up-style hair-do, serenely accepts compliments h l4. N d concerned over the moon's permanence. ll. Lela becomes alert ce comes over to congratulate her, Lela is again on er wor or oes she seem the least 14 .u,,:,:,', ,,,,,.t- 'fw sys' ' -' .:,. .. -s ,,g'a, s,g1f:,,'m 40,33,,.1,,,,-,,'.,,a:.,1: : . ,fl january 27,1921 Lantern Bearer: Mrs. Sands Props: Ada Blanche Wrigley ,lane Sargent l BETTY aiLLEsPiE President of Student Government Betty is in her element. With her gym uniform freshly starched, a trim white bandanna neatly tied around her head, and a hockey stick under one arm, she easily jumps the low iron fence obstructing her path, and in gleeful anticipation half skips, half jumps the last few feet to the hockey tryouts in ,jackson Park. Qnce on the field, our little Betty becomes a human dynamo, up and down she races, playing the positions of any and all of her exhausted team-mates, until the swiftly-falling Qctober night has darkened the field, and even the whitest ball is no longer distinguishable. The girls from the other competing schools look on her with avve, vve, of the Girls Latin, regard her with pride, and even the coach of a thousand such amateurs, admits she is the best schoolgirl hockey player l have ever seen. OOO Poor Betty is suffering, for she is definitely now not in her element. It is a study-period, and there is something in Betty's make-up that simply will not permit her to study in a study-hall. Qnly at home amidst familiar sights and sounds, can she settle down and concentrate. ln spite of this, however, she must somehow, as president of Student Government, keep up appearances and set the younger classes a good example. So Betty very faithfully at the beginning of each study-period, opens her notebook to a nice clean page, takes from her drawer several newly-sharpened pencils with long and impressive erasers, props a book up at a convenient angle-and looks dreamily out ofthe vvindovvs. OOO l.ittle Gill-es-e-pie is having a silly spell. She sits in the back rovv of her class and reso- lutely attempts to smother her gayety. Every now and then a convulsive fit of laughter threatens to overcome her, but sternly she represses it. At last in the freedom of the halls Betty lets off steam. To the obvious bewilderment of the uninitiated graders, she scampers down the hall, laughing uproariously at apparently nothing. At a time like this she is the most wonderful person in the world to be With, for she greets even the feeblest of sallies with gales of appreciative mirth, and anything even approaching the humorous, with positive hysterics. But she doesn't really need any external stimulus. She is perfectly happy just to laugh out of pure good humor. 15 September 11, 1921 Lantern Bearer: Miss Price Props: Rosemary Kemp Beth Garrison CATHERINE HANDLEY Editor of Vita Scholae The Senior Class is gathered for luncheon at the home ot one oi its members, that is, all are gathered except one. This luncheon precedes an ad campaign, tor which Catherine, as editor oi the Vita, is absolutely indispensable, For she holds in her head, or on one ol those many scrawled sheets oi paper of hers, all the answers to all the inquiries as to the how and where of ad-getting. Arriving twenty minutes late she removes hat and coat with the proverbial quiet ol the mouse and has been sitting ona couch Five minutes belore the hostess discovers her tardy guest. Quizzed upon all the phases ot ad-getting, she quietly answers each question concisely, beating time to her voice with a nodding ot the head. OOO Blue Monday! And tourteen harried Seniors straggle into English class, each one tightly clasping a theme expressing any hurried thoughts that may have occurred to her over the busy weelqend, on what constitutes adulthood. But perhaps thirteen harried Seniors would be more correct, tor Catherines calm lace signities a job well done. As she unobtrusively lays her neatly-typed and apparently voluminous paper, on top ot her classmates' meager contributions. ln no time the astounding news Flashes around the classroom, Catherine has written eight typed pagesl Even the most blase Senior turns to lool4 at this amazing girl. ln eight pages she must have had at least eight ideas. lmaginel Qne girl thinlcing eight complete thoughts over one weekend. Catherines reputation has been established for all time. ln future, come what may, to us Catherine will always be one ot the intelligentsia. 16 August2,1921 Lantern Bearer: Miss Schrader Props: Betty Buck Patricia Kochs BECKY-JOE HUTCHINSON UGO right on talking, girls. It doesn't bother me, airly comments Becky and continues eating a chocolate sundae. Permission granted, Ruth gossips on, The way Becky eats---she always has Full meals at Walgreenis while the rest of us conscientiously eat Bye Krisp and fruit salad-and still she doesn't get iatln Lilyan chimes in, i'Well, the thing that impresses me about Becky is her shoes-she must buy them by the gross. The Seniors dutifully rivet their eyes on Beckyis brown suede pumps, while Lilyan enumerates: Red, blue, and brown oxiords, practically the First wooden shoes in the school, gorgeous pumps, and heaven knows how many pairs of evening shoes. Becky-Mloe Finishes her ice-cream and remarks with modest complacence, uYes, l do have a lot of shoes. O O QP Living room of l-lutchinson home. Becky-xloe, at her desk, is talking excitedly over the telephone . . . HBut l tell you l've got to have a housekeeper. This place is a madhouse. My sister has the mumpsl My iatherys entertaining next weekl The dog isn't housebrokenl Well, please look through your Files, then, and let me known, begs Becky and hangs up despairingly . . . i'Qh, Lord, moans Becky, l guess I'II have to do things myself. l-lali an hour later the telephone rings. As her hand reaches forthe receiver, her eye glances over the neatly stacked invitations, a memorandum to visit the dog at his new training home and to buy a game For her little sisteris amusement. With perfect self-possession Becky breaks in on the excuses of the crisp agency voice, 'lm sorry, too. l-lowever, please keep looking.H,and then just because she's Feeling so trimphant, Becky can't resist adding, 'iQh, yes, there's one more request. l'd like, if possible, a housekeeper who knows physicslu 17 1 in , rt g y it 1 September 15, 1921 Lantern Bearer: Miss Lawrence Props: Nancy Florsheim l-lattie Ogden LILYAN NEIMAN Dress rehearsal ol First Lady . l-loving given a Final shine to her patent leather shoes, straightened a trouser leg, and adjusted her cravat, Lilyan commands, Now, let's have the wigln A dozen Seniors dive for the wig, hand it to her, and wait expectantly for Lilyan to be transformed into the perfect diplomat, Lilyan starts to draw the wig on, but meets resistence when she tries to slip it over her braids. She ets a tighter hold, and pulls it down on one side, only to have it hike up on the other. The geniors join her in tugging, pushing, pounding. At last it's on. Weak from exhaustion, the Seniors and Lilyan survey the eliect. Miss Lawr- ence breezing by, confirms their fears with, Good l'leavens, she looks like a Fiji lslander on a tearln O O QP Nl don't suppose any of you happen to know what the Marxian theory is? asks Miss l'lammett in American l listory. Lilycin's head, bent over some everlasting doodling, comes up. l'lesitcitingly she answers, ul donlt know exactly, but l was reading Das Kapitaln, and didn't it say there that- , . . H And Lilyan explains the Marxian theory, astonishing rather than edifying her classmates with her knowledge. l-lowever, they've learned to take almost as casually as Lilyan does the gleanings of her prodigious reading and the fact that she always has the highest vocabulary tests of the Seniors. OOO At 12:40 on Wednesday Lilyan hurries into study-hall. Quickly she powders her nose, slips into her coat, sheds her school-girl air and is ready to enjoy her free afternoon. As an afterthought, she gathers up a pile oi books and tops them with white sheaves that look very much like radio scripts. A loud horn honking makes Lilyan lean out oi the window and call, I'II be right down, jane , and then dash For the stairs. Where's she going'? , bluntly asks a junior. lo WFL and maybe WIND. She broodcastsn, answers a Senior, and lorestalls the Igneyitayble question by adding, Dont ask me. l've always wondered myself ii she's Lula e e. 18 january14-,1922 Lantern Bearer: Miss Brokaw Props: Betty MacArthur Kay Lawson HELEN ROBINSON We regarded with interest our new classmate. -fall, possessed of a good deal of stately beauty, completely poised, she hesitated momentarily until one of our politer classmates rushed over and introduced herself. This we learned was l-lelen Robinson. At last it seemed our hoydenish group would have a woman in its midst. We imagined the cool, though politely concealed, disdain with which she would view our simple pastimes. It seemed almost disrespectful to call Miss Robinson by her first name. ln a weelc we lcnew there was something wrong with our picture. -fall, stately women don't babble or giggle or blush violently, and yet here was l-lelen, the greatest babbler, giggler, and blusher of us all. No sooner had we settled to this view than l-lelen sang in Monday morning assembly. And there again was the poised Miss Robinson. Well, we gave it up. Thirteen or nineteen--we didn't lcnow. OOO ltls l-lelen's day to shine in physics. According to her usual custom, she has spent her study-period before the regular physics class in a close conference with Miss Matthews, going over the previous nights homeworlc. lnevitably Helen begins her shining as soon as the rest of us have corrected our papers. lt's been a struggle for her to repress her excitement this long, but itis well worth the effort when, at the psychological moment, l-lelen trills happilyf, l got a checlt plus. The class turns as a body from its gloomy contemplation of large red check minusis to glare at its broadly-grinning tormentor. But thatis only the beginning, from then on l-lelen is no longer holding herself back. First, she patronizingly explains just how we should have done the problems that we have so stupidly muddled, then the rest of the period she sits with her hand raised, eager to answer any and all questions. After Miss Turner has circled the entire class, she sighs, turns to l-lelen, and says, All right, l-lelen. You tell themf, By the end ofthe period we are all ready to slay our brilliant classmate. We meet at the door-l-lelen lool4s at us, begins to laugh. VVe feel sort of silly and begin to laugh too. l-low can you get mad at a girl lilce that? 19 IQ CW FACULTY First row, Ie-It to right: MISS MATTI-IEWS MISS SCI-IAUB MISS I-IUNT MISS TURNER MLLE. VALTON MISS BROKAW MISS I-IARDIN Second row, Ieft to right: MLLE. MUTRUX MISS I-IAMMETT MISS SINGLETON MISS JARRETT MISS SCI-IRADER MISS ASGAARD Third row, Ieft to right: MISS FARGO MISS YOUNG MISS LORD MISS WI-IITE MISS JONES MLLE. GUINARD MRS. SANDS MISS PLEASONTON Fourth row, Iett to right MISS STEDMAN MISS I-IARBISON MRS. ELIASON MISS LAWRENCE MISS LOESER MISS MAGOWAN MISS RRUYN MISS MACLAREN MISS TAYLOR MISS I-IOOD MISS PRICE 21 Q.. ww. wx. , W' JM. -L ,., THE JUNIORS ROSALIND STARK .... . President CHINA IBSEN . . . Vice-President BETH GARRISQINI . Secretory-Treosurer KAY LAWSON I Council Representotives MARY STARK I MARGARET ALEXANDER IANET BASLER MARILYN BRICKWOOD CAROL COE HARRIET DAWES IANE DILL NANCY FLORSHEIM BETH GARRISON BETTY HARTZ CHINA IBSEN ANGIE JOHNSON KAY LAWSON MURIEL MQCCHESNEY PEGGY NICHOLSON HELEN SOLOMON MARY STARK ROSALIND STARK TANNISSE TWYMAN SUZANNE WEAVER When the Irost Wos on the pumpkin ond the fodder in the shocI4, we, the juniors, piIed into schooI, stomped up the stoirs IiI4e o herd of cottle with ci forest tire behind them, ond tooIc possession of our section in study-hoII. We begon the yeor with energy. We formed committees, which promptIy broke upi we mode ruIes, which no one IoIIoWedf we sent ott ideos IiI4e Fourth of JuIy sporI4Iers. We ottocI4ed Danish Exercises, ond Iimped ond oched for days. Whot o chonge since thenI We ore now coIm ond coIIected. Committees run smoothly. We write Iong EngIish popers Without upsetting the whoIe schooI-- with commos ond even semicoIons. As For gym-rwe could beet I-IitIer's Youth ony day. We hove deFiniteIy orrivedI S W 23 1, ,r-., vw -M.. TI-IE SOPI-IOMORES BARBARA NICCLURG . . . . President SIANE SARGENT Vice-President RCDSEMARY KEMP . Secretary-Treasurer FRANCES CONNELL I . . BARBARA MCNUL-VY P. Council Representatives li Y ,I BETTY BENNETT BETTY BUCK FRANCES CGNNELL ANN FAI-IERTY CAROL FOX PATRICIA GOLLER YVGNNE I-IOSKINS ROSEMARY KEIVIP PATRICIA KOCI-IS BETW MCARTI-IUR I-IELEN MARIE IVIQCARTY BARBARA MCCLLIRG BARBARA MCNULTY SALLY MITCHELL IANE SARGENT PATRICIA SCI-IEUNEMANN I-IELEN SOMERVILLE IVIARIAN VILAS ADA BLANCI-IE WRIGLEY We, the Sophomores, have just about outgrown our Indian headdress. The real Indian spirit seems to have fled, most ol us have turned into quiet schoolgirls. IF one of us is not a quiet schoolgirl, she is a partially quiet schoolgirl, We are able to sit, loolcing mentally enthusiastic, while the intellectual lcnowledge which falls lightly around us Filters slowly through one sleepy ear and rushes out the other. Many ol our Ieet are loudly encased in wooden shoes. ln study-hall a Few Fleet- looted Sophomores trip daintily in stocking feet to sharpen pencils. Although our luncheon fed a ravenous school, our meagre repast was made up ol quantities ol cinnamon balls, which we sucked loudly For the rest of the day. Next year, when we are sluniors, we shall be able to loolc down on most of the school, a pleasant sensation, while ahead will lie the important position ol being Seniors. S M 2 lx? C5 FRESHMAN CLASS EDITI-I DATQ . . President VIRGINIA ELWOOD . Vice-President MAXINE COOPER . . Secretory VIRGINIA LEE . . . . Treosurer NANCY CQCHRAN I CounciI Representatives HATTIE oootu I 1 DEBORAI-I ABRAI-IMSON KYLE ADAMS OLIVE BAIRD RUTI-I ANN BENNETT JOANNE BOYNTON ANN BUFFINGTON ANN CALDWELL NANCY COCI-IRAN MAXINE COOPER EDITI-I DATO VIRGINIA ELWOOD ELIZABETH I-IETTLER ALICE I-IOOPER VIRGINIA LEE EAITI-I LEMAN MARY LEE MELVIN GLORIA MINCI-IIN MARY ANN NIEI-IOEF I-IATTIE OGDEN CAROL PLAMONDON IOAN RALSTON MARY PATRICIA RIPLEY JANET ROWE The Gloss of ,112 comprises twenty-Iour weII-brought-up, weII-Fed young Iodies: some toll, some short, some dork, some Ioir, all sizes ond types, obounding in energy ond heolth, endowed with the copcicity for rec1I worIc ond much pIoyI ToIents in all Iines hove been generousIy bestowed upon the members of our closs, We ore honest, Iove mischief, ond hove on obundonce of cIoss spirit. We cxre ombitious ond FuII of determinotion. Our moscot is Meshie, the monkey, ond we put o Iot oi Ioith in him during our vorious ottempts ot sports. There is o greot deol of competition in our closs, both in studies ond ot donces, but reoIIy we ore the best of Friends. We meet everything thot comes olong, ond ot Ieost tocI4Ie it, even if we do not conquer it. We QII hope we con continue this grond cIc1ss spirit,c1nd expressing it in our own woyii thereisonyroom Ior improvement, improve it.We ore rebels ot heort ond there is nothing we enjoy more thon excitement. E. L. 27 .vs- -..-Q. f EIGHTH GRADE DOROTHY WRIGLEY . . . Rresiclent MARTHA ASHBY . , . Vice-Rresiolent ,l?lA'iXlEgTXAElSEJDfJEGiJLl'TON . Secretory-Treosurer EQEIQAIMJZSJIEIJ-DSN J . , Council Representotives 23 Off' iiimfJ ,fl 3 QM 3 aim JANE ALLEN LOIS JEAN ASHBECK MARTHA ASHBY MARY PHYLLIS BACHMANN JOAN BEAL COURTNEY BORDEN GLORIA CLEWORTH JUNE EDELSTONE BOBBY FOLONIE NANCY BRUCE FULTON MILDRED HAMMOND NANCY HANLON RUTH HENDERSON NANCY KOCHS GRACE MCCAIN MARY MQDOUGAL MARY MQNULTY FIFI MONTGOMERY ' MARGO REYNOLDS DOROTHY WRIGLEY If you were to osl4 onyone ot all to nome the ongels-vvith dirty Focesfthe geniuses, ond lloming polls ol Fire of this school, ol course he or she would onswer, The eighth groden. Nevertheless, the extroorclinory minds of the eights hove reolly hocl o vvorl4out this yeor with medioevol history, First yeor Lotin ond olgehro. Those clorlings ond pricles of G. L. S. hove hod their First toste ol sociol life too, ond hove been successful-vve hope. Soon the high school will hove the pleosure ol heoring our soft voices ringing through the fourth Floor corriclor. So, u0n your morlc, get set, ond out of the vvoy', For Gloss Eight. lVl.A. 20 t.-.,,, , . ,Q SEVENTH GRADE KITTIE HANSON X, . Presidents NANCY UNDERWOOD , NANCY MADLENER . Vice-President SALLY ANNE RYAN . Secretary PAL,lLlNE THOMPSON . . Treasurer JOAN JOHNSON xr . Council Representatives SALLY MEAD , xx 17 9 JANET BENNETT JOAN BENNETT ELIZABETH BROVVNE GRACE DODGE KITTIE HANSON ANN HOOPER JOAN JOHNSON LAURA LANE NANCY MADLENER KAY MANNING SALLY MEAD ANTNA PAEPCKE LUCILE RALSTON SALLY ANNE RYAN PAULINE THOMPSON NANCY UNDERWOOD We are a VYalt Disney class, as you can see by our mascot above, the First one to have an already educated mascot, as, when we received him, he had just graduat- ed with the class ol T36. So we lcnew we were expected to go places with leaps and bounces. We haven't been still a moment since. l-le did loolc the other way the day we played the Eights at baslcetball. l-lovvever, you,ll see Sally Mead in the Chicago Cubs, yet, Eights. To us, Miclcey is Alexander, Rericles, Themistocles, Julius Caesar, and Errol Flynn, all rolled in one. You can see our Walt Disney tendencies because Kitty and Rally are niclcnamed Eerdinanda, they are so land ol smelling a rose, so are the Bennett twins, as bees follow both Joan and Janet. We have six Kirsten Elagstadts: Chou-Chou, Orace, Laura, Anina, Kaugie, and President Nancy, the famous Class Seven Sextette. When Kay gets her pilot's license, it won't be only the wind that rises. Also we have Sally Anne Cezanne, Anne l'l, Nightingale, and Nancy M, Radarewslci. Joan will be glamor girl ol 1945. N U 31 D3 lx. l SIXTH GRADE PI-IYLLIS WINSTQN I . A presidents ,IQAN I:ARWEI.I. I BETTY ELEIVIING I . . Vice-Presidents JEANETTE JENNINGS 4 MARGARET SALSIVIAN . . Secretary ANN CQRNELISEN . . . Treasurer ELLEN RYERSQN BETTY KENNARD I. . Council Representatives KATI-IARINE REYNOLDS I BETSY STONE Sgt f JOAN BACI-IMANN KATI-IARINE ANN KITTLEMAN MARY BAHE CI-IARIS LEVERQNE BARBARA CLARK KATHARINE REYNGLDS ANN CORNELISEN ELLEN RYERSCDN PATRICIA DLISI-IANE MARGARET SALSMAN JOAN FARVVELL SLJZANNE SCHMIDT IEANETTE JENNINGS BETSY STCDNE BETTY KENNARD PI-IYLLIS WINSTON CYNTHIA WIRTZ We, the Sixth Graders, think that vveyre a pretty good cIass, though maybe not perhaps a very smart one. We IiI4e to pIay, and so every day at recess, at noon, and then again after schooI, we go out to the playground and pIay baseIDaII. We thinIc it's too had that vve canit pIay IootI3aII too, IiI4e boys. As a cIass most of us IiI4e to read, and We specialize in detective stories, such as I'Nancy Drew , We all IiIce Art, aIthough as yet there are no great artists among us, as you can judge Ioy our posters of the Dog Shovv. For some reason or other we do not seem to be especiaIIy musicaI, aIthough vve IiI4e to WarE:Ie. We IiI4e to swing it, and our Iavorite song is HThe Road to IVIandaIay . IVIost of us are Iond of boys, and It:Iue. Qur motto is to do everything vveII and thoroughIy whether it is hard or easy. I F. 33 ,:.1 1 X Y- ,. 4. :g 4-x if-' FIFTH GRADE RITA IQEND . . . Presidents LESLIE FULTON SIEAIXIEIFIE I-IEIQSEY . . Secretary-Treasurer RITA REND JOY GOLAN I . . ounci epresentatives MARYI DLISI-IANE I C IR JEANETIE I-IERSEY I imrsv icmowuorsi I LESLIE FLILTQN I . Librarians JEANETIE I-IERSEY , 5? EVELYN CAVENEE MARY JANE DLISI-IANE LESLIE FULTCDN IOY GOLAN I-IAMET I-IALL JEANETTE I-IERSEY PATSY KNOWLTGN RAULA PAEPCKE RITA REND MARY IANE RCDGERS MARY SUSAN SNYDER SUSAN STERN Last year in Fourth Grade we received an elephant for our mascot. This year both sections in Class Five fought over the mascot because they want him nearest them. This year the cIass gave the Thanksgiving pIay, it was about the Pilgrims in the beginning of the year. The name of the play was HRed Shoes At Plymouth . We had a Iot of fun giving it. The cIass made a Irieze of Iite in the thirteen colonies for the vvaIIs of our room. We coIIected Indian doIIs and jevveIry and things IiIce that in our study of the Southwest. We made some Indian pottery. Very shortIy after spring vacation we gave a puppet shovv for the primaries R. R. 3 , ,W- vs -Sw' vw- , -.ff VL' M., 1 ' ,-, 4- 'si ..- ,....,, STUDENT GOVERNMENT BETTY GILLESPIE ANGIE JOI-INSQN SIDNEY MEEKER NANCY DAVIS ANN FAI-IERTY I JEAN WESCGTT I CounciI IACQLIELINE AAGAARD ROSALIE BOYDEN NANCY COCI-IRAN FRANCES CONNELI. NANCY DAVIS EDITI-I DATO ANN FAI-IERTY BETTY GILLESPIE ANGIE JCI-INSCDN KAY LAWSON BARBARA MQCLURG BARBARA MCNULTY SIDNEY MEEKER I-IATIIE OGDEN MARY STARK RQSALIND STARK JEAN WESCOTT 37 . President Vice-president , Secretory judge Assistant-judges 0 MIDDLE SCHOOL COMMITTEE MARY MQNULTY . . LUCILE RALSTON . Representatives NANCY BRUCE FULTON I . . MILDRED I-IAMMOND I JOAN JOHNSON I. SALLY MEAD , ELLEN RYERSON I BETTY KENNARD KATI-IARINE REYNOLDS I BETSY STONE I LESLIE FULTON I . JEANETTE I-IERSEYI 39 Chairman Secretory Class VIII Goss VII CIc:1ss VI CIQSS V JA C X DRAMATIC CLUB MARGARET ALEXANDER . . . President MARILYN BRICKWOOD . . . Secretory--Ireosurer DEBORAH ABRAI-IMSON MARGARET ALEXANDER IANET BASLER OLIVE BAIRD MARILYN BRICKWOOD MAXINE COOPER CAROL FOX YVONNE I-IOSKINS FAITI-I LEI-IMAN GLORIA MINCI-IIN MARY ANNE NIEI-IOFF PAT RIPLEY TANNISSE TWYMAN MARIAN VILAS SUSAN WEAVER Productions: Scenes from The Merchant of Venice Suppressed Desires Monsieur Beoucoire Di rector: Miss Mogowon 41 ff SENIOR GLEE CLUB DEBORAH ABRAIVISON MARJORIE ALEXANDER RUTH CLARK FRANCES CONNELL LUCILE COOLIDGE EDITH DATO NANCY DAVIS JANE DILL NANCY FLORSHEIM CAROL FOX BETH GARRISON ALICE HOOPER YVONNE HOSKINS CHINA IBSEN KAY LAWSON VIRGINIA LEE FAITH LEHIVIAN GLORIA IVIINCHIN BETTY IVIQARTHLIR HELEN MARIE IVICCARTY HATTIE OGDEN TANNISSE TWYMAN SUZANNE WEAVER IEAN WESCOTT HELEN ROBINSON, President Glee Club Rrocfucticn GIee CIub Concert Director: IVIISS I-forbisorw 46-' , ...- JUNIOR GLEE CLUB JOAN BACI-IMANN LAURA LANE MARY PI-IYLLIS BACI-IMANN MEREDITI-I LEVERONE MARY BAI-IE GRACE MCCAIN COURTNEY BORDEN MARY MQDOUGAL ELIZABETH BROWNE ANINA PAEPCKE GRACE DODGE PAULA PAEPCKE MARY JANE DUSI-IANE LUCILE RALSTON LESLIE FULTON MARY JANE ROGERS JOY GOLAN SALLYANNE RYAN NANCY I-IANLON MARY SUSAN SNYDER JEANNETTE I-IERSEY BETSY STONE KATHERINE ANN KITTLEMAN NANCY UNDERWOOD CYNTI-IIA WIRTZ NANCY BRUCE FULTON: President 4 bl- CW ATHLETIC ASSOCIATION COUNCIL NANCY DAVIS . . . Rresident SIDNEY IVIEEKER A .... Secretory-Treosurer REPRESENTATIVES Senior: BECSKY JOE HUTCHINSON junior: IVILIRIEL IVIGCCEIESNEY Sophomore: SALLY IVIITCI-IELL EresI'1mon: IVIAXINE COOPER Coptoin of the BIue: ADA BLANCI-IE WRIGLEY Coptoin oItI1e GoIcI: BARBARA IVICNLILTY Representatives from the IVIicIcIIe ScI1ooI POLLY HAMMOND DOROTHY WRIGLEY CHOU-CHOLI BROWNE -17 sb GJ BASKETBALL TEAM Forwards: Guards: EDITH DATO ANGIE JOI-INSON BARBARA MCNULTY TANNISSE TWYMAN FRANCES CONNELL MARGARET ALEXANDER SIDNEY MEEKER CAROL FOX 49 O1 C HGCKEY TEAM Left Wing: Left Inner Center Forward: Right Inner: Right Wing: Right I-IQII: Center I-IQII: Le-If I-IQII1 Right Full: Leif Full: Goal: JEAN WESCOTT MLIRIEL MQQCI-IESNEY CI-IINA IBSEN SALLY MITCHELL TANNISSE TWYIVIAN IBARBARA IVICNULTY IANN FAI-IERTY BETTY GILLESPIE SIDNEY MEEKER JANE BECKWITI-I MARGARET ALEXANDIR BARBARA IVIQCLLIRG 51 THE NEW KINDERGARTEN ini li SENIOR CLASS PLAY SENIOR CLASS PLAY SE NIOR CLASS PLAY FIRST LADY by KATHARINE DAYTON and GEORGE KAUFMAN Soohy Prescott Emmy Paige . Lacy Chase Wayne Stephen Wayne Belle Hardwick Mrs. Ives . . Ann Forrester Mrs. Creevey . Senator Keane Irene Hibbard . Garter Hihhard George Mason Jason Fleming. Stage Manager . Scenery Committee Business Manager CAST OF CHARACTERS fln the order oFtl1eir appearancel OOO 5 . Helen Robinson . Rosalie Boyden Nancy Davis . Lilyan Neiman Marcella Sheridan . Betty Gillespie Catherine Handley jean Wescott Jacqueline Aaaaard Sidney Meeker Jane Dubislse . Rath Clark Becky Joe Hutchinson Lucile Coolidge , Lela Ellis Slane Beckwith SENIOR WILL We, the Senior Class of the Girls Latin School of Chicago, being of sound, charitable, and disposing mind, publish and declare this to be our last will and testament, and we hereby charge the beneficiaries herein named to take to heart and treasure the legacies herein bequeathed. To Miss Singleton: len good reasons why we, the Seniors, would like to go to college. To Miss Brokaw: A great big bow to go with her great big brown eyes. To Mrs. Eliason: Perfume she can spray around the new art room to keep out all strange odors from the science laboratory. To Miss Hammett: Growing tablets so she can talk back to her pupils. To Miss Harbison: Topics for conversation so she need not be such a blushing violet. To Miss Hood: len perfectly punctuated sentences -'nbelieve it or notl To Miss Hunt: Chalk for her History of Art Classes. To Miss Jarrett: A pair of scales as a symbol of her fairness. To Miss Lawrence: A clock, to remind her that her first Seventh Grade has reformed and doesn't hang such things out the windows any more. To Miss Lord: Girls who will never have excuses for not helping with the scenery for the Dramatic Club. To Mlle. Mutrux: A degree in fashion creation, for starting the new hat craze, and we hereby present her with one of her chel d'oeuvre s. To Miss Price: A box of ffWheaties to keep up her vitality. To Miss Sands: A blue ribbon for cradling such a smart and intelligent classl To Miss Schaub: Qur wedding gift of china. To Miss Schrader: A standing order for daily flowers for the math room: To Miss Turner: A magic wand to make the experiments turn out. To Miss White: A job posing for typical school girl outfits. To Mitzi Alexander: Lipstick remover to show her Hit can be done . To Janet Basler: A curler for her bangs. 56 Marilyn Briclfwood: General protection For sportswhairnets For hoclcey, gloves for basketball, etc. Carol Coe: Mascara to Further enhance her long, bee-yoo-tilul eyelashes. Harriet Dawes: More leathers for her many hats. lane Dill: A large check to pay For the extra gas she uses in toting xluniors in her car. Nancy Florsheim: A Fire hose For her car. Beth Garrison: The deepest bool4 we could Find-Hlhe Meditations ol the Chinese Philosopher, See Fung Foyfwwhich she can assimilate during the summer. Betty l-lartz: New Fool-proof excuses for not having done her homeworlf. China lbsen: A magazine lull of the latest hair-dos Angie Johnson: A new lotion guaranteed to preserve that Florida tan, Kay Lawson: A diploma For her Junior year, and a guarantee that there is pos- itively only one more year of school left. Muriel Macfhesneyn A toy carpet Sweeper to picl4 up the angora fuzz from her soclts. Peggy Nicholson: A key to study hall to enable her to come up and see us some time. l-lelen Solomon: Suggestions For bigger and better secrets to tell to bigger and better audiences. Mary Stark: A wig with each hair glued in place so that she can tal4e a rest from combing her hair. L Rosalind Starlc: Zippers she can put on all her dresses to that she can start getting ready two minutes before a date instead of three. Tannisse Twyman: Springs For the loclcer doors. Suzanne Weaver: A needle and thread to shorten her gym tunic. the Sophomore Class: A typical Sophomore Day enabling them to get in all their various athletic activities. the Freshmen class: A check in payment For ten easy lessons on how to get your man. 57 SENIOR PROPHECY VALUABLE NEWSPAPER CLIPPINGS ALL CHICAGO AWAITS ELECTION RETURNS, MAY HAVE ITS FIRST WOMAN MAYOR The cIock has just struck six, and the poIIs are cIosing. In a few minutes this speciaI edition will be out on the streets, giving the first eIection returns in this exciting, man against woman, mayoraIty race. Will Chicago's next mayor be Mayor KeIIy, who has held office for the past twenty years, or wiII that game IittIe poIitician, Miss Rosalie Boyden, succeed in breaking the boss ruIe, and be Chicagos first woman mayor? Nobody knows. But the smart money in on HQur RosaIie',. Last night on the eve of the campaign, both candidates were confident of victory. From the democratic headquarters on the twentieth fIoor of the Stevens, Mayor KeIIy made a Iast minute speech, in which he gave his usuaI promises to the taxpayers. After Mayor KeIIy's speech, Miss Boyden went on the air from her penthouse headquarters at the Drake CMiss Boyden woman-Iike had to go the mayor one better and get higher up than heD and summed up her pIatform. Upon Miss Boyde-n's concIusion her backers and supporters, which incIude the women's cIubs of Chicago, the Friends of AnimaIs, Chicagos Qwn Prohibition Party, and the P. T. A., were jubiIant over her chance of winning. Miss Boyden has conducted a vigorous, shrewd campaign, or, as she said, I just use my woman's intuition . Miss Boyden has aIways been an ardent feminist. She first became poIiticaIIy important when she succeeded in defeating a biII, prohibiting the wearing of i939's spring hats. SpeciaI Dispatch: MISS BOYDEN HAS BEEN ELECTED MAYOR! WOMAN EXPLORER CAPTURES FORTY PYGMIES Mrs. I'IeIen Robinson I-Iunningsford, famed African expIorer, has captured and subdued single-handed forty of the ferocious man-eating I-Iottentot Pygmies ,she discIosed today when her boat docked at New York. The assembIed crowd cheered madly as Mrs. f'Iunningsford marched down the gangpIank, foIIowed by the forty Pygmies. AIso on the boat were Lindbergh, Garbo, the Dukeof Windsor, and Brenda Frazier. When questioned about her remarkabIe feat, Mrs. I'Iunningsford was her usuaI reticent seIf, and repIied briefIy, It was all quite by accident. Dear Mr. I'Iunnings- ford was in the shack, keeping the mosquito net over the twins, and the native guide was busy fiIing his teeth, so I set out aIone to investigate that most dangerous region in Africa, never before seen by a white man. I fought my way through the jungIe undergrowth. Cn every side I feIt hostile eyes watching me. I began to be appre- hensive as I carried onIy my GirI Scout equipment. AII at once thousands of Pygmies, with thirst for bIood, human bIood, written in their eyes, sprang out and carried me off triumphantly. Well, to shorten a thriIIing taIe, I won them over to civiIization by teIIing them about the I'IoIy Land, and teaching them the Lambeth Walk as a possible step for their tribal dance. I got those forty male Pygmies to accompany me here, by showing them a picture of I-Iedy La Marr, and teIIing them there are a million more Iike that in New Yorkf' Mrs. I-Iunningsford, cIad in gaberdine shorts and a white helmet, in dazzling contrast to her weatherbeaten skin, graciously posed for photographers. Happening to see Sir I-Iubert WiIkins, Frank Buck, and LincoIn EIIsworth Iurking gIumIy in the crowds, Mrs. I-Iunningsford generously insisted that they, too, be incIuded in a few pictures. Upon a reporters asking if Mrs. I'Iunningsford had made the acquaintance of Ambassador Kennedy of eIeven chiIdren fame, who was also on board, Mrs. I-Iunn- ingsford grew very indignant, and drawing herseIf, up, answered, HSir, I now have tweIve of my ownI , and pointed pridefuIIy to a hither-to unnoticed brood of chiIdren under Mr. I-Iunningsfords care. 58 MISS RUTH CLARK,LEADING REFORMER,HERETO LECTURE-AND REFORM The women's clubs of Chicago are expected to turn out en masse when Miss Ruth Clark, noted advocate of a woman for president, anti-vivisection, and abolish- ment of child actors, gives her lecture here Tuesday, entitled, 'Reforml Reforml Reform Anything So Long as You Reformln When interviewed at her headquarters in the Y. W. C A. Miss Clark, surrounded by pictures of Emma Willard, Dr. Anna Shaw, Susan B. Anthony, Carrie Nation, and Margaret E. Sangster, described with her usual enthusiasm her recent U. S. lecture tour, highlight of which was being ridden out of an Qklahoma town on a rail by the Federated Saloon Keepers. ul do not,', she said, wish to speak of this incident other than to say the rail had enormous splintersln Miss Clark is an imposing figure on the lecture platform. Blonde, lean, and holding herself stiffly erect, Miss Clark dresses in unrelieved black except for the rows of medals and ribbons, presented to her by various anti leagues, that march across her bosom. Miss Clark has never married, as, she says, she has never felt the urge to enter that field of reform. PROFESSOR ELLIS GETS AWARD FOR RESEARCH ON EARLY ENGLISH BALLADS At a luncheon given yesterday by the American Association for the Advancement of Knowledge Professor Lela Ellis was awarded a ribbon for her research in early English ballads as they appear among the hill-billies of Kentucky. Professor Ellis, it will be remembered, has just published the most exhaustive and accurate book in the world today in this subject. As we said, when we reviewed her book recently, fiprofessor Ellis has made a noteworthy, if not the most noteworthy, contribution to critical English literature of the twentieth centuryf, Amidst great applause professor Ellis rose to receive her award. Fingering her dress with fingers stained with ink, Professor Ellis said with embarrassment, as she peered near-sightedly up and down the length ofthe table round which sat a hundred people, Thank you for this magnificent ribbon. Never have l seen such fine quality silk nor such beautiful gold lettering. But, of course, I realize that it's not the money but the thought that is important. Rest assured that I shall lay this ribbon reverently between the covers of my well-worn Shakespeare when I get back to the hotel tonight. Cf my outstanding contribution, a contribution that I trust I am not over- estimating in ranking it with the discovery of radium and the invention of the tele- phone, I can only say that every minute of those ten years spent in discovering here an obsolete word and there a forgotten melody were happy. I fraternized with and adopted the native customs of the hill-billy. Later at her hotel, Professor Ellis said, ul now plan to resume teaching at Smith- sonian College. And how glad I shall be to be back with my girls againl You know, they all call me old Granite-face. Qt course, l'm severe with themf, I-Iow- ever, it is safe to wager, judging by the kindly twinkle in Professor Ellis' eye, that sheis not nearly so severe as her words would indicate. DEAR TRAVEL EDITOR: I just had to write and tell you of my WONDERFUL two weeks on the Bar-None Neiman Dude Ranch. I stepped off the train in the middle of an Arizona desert. Galloping bare-back toward me through the sand, with black braids flying, came Buckeroo Neiman, owner of the Bar-None. At first sight of this dynamic, sun-kissed, health-exuding woman, I felt as if I were revitalized. She grabbed me, my two trunks, fourteen suitcases, and five handbags, and tossed us into the little trailer attached to her wild mustang pony, As we raced back to the Bar-None, Buckeroo Neiman, though frequently breaking of-f her con- versation to fire blank cartridges into the air as greeting to the picturesque cowboys, 59 who in turn yelled, Ul'liya Lili , gave me a vivid history of the Great West, the other Dude Ranchers, and the marital status of all the cowboys. Qne unforgettable day Buckeroo organized a party to ride twenty miles to Vul- ture's Crest and there have a beef barbecue and barn dance. Qn the way, Buckeroo was the life of the party, riding at least half of the time on the underside of her horse, and lassoing souvenirs from the landscape for the Dudes. Arrived there, Buckeroo excused herself, and went out to hunt supper. Within half an hour she was back, dragging a steer whose neck she'd broken. Quickly she skinned him and strung him up on an improvised pit. During supper she, waving a steer's drumstick, led us in singing ul-lame, l-lome on the Range. As a special surprise Buckeroo had invited the lndians from the nearby reservation to come over. l shall never forget that last picture of Buckeroo Neiman and Chief false-front, mounted on their snow-white horses, as silhouetted against the darkening sky, they sang a la Nelson Eddy and jeanette MacDonald, a duet of The lndian FAMED U. S. SPY BACK When the Queen Marv docked this afternoon, she had as a passenger the most mysterious woman of all Europe, Mata l'lari Dubiske. Many of the world s most prominent men, dictators, kings, ambassadors, have fallen in love with the beautiful Mata l-lari Dubiske, only to be betrayed by her. just back from a spy assignment on the continent, it is supposed that Mata l-lari Dubiske will go immediately to Washington to make her report to the president himself. Madame president, well aware of Mata l lari's potent attraction, is said to be apprehensive over the visit. fnleavily veiled, Mata l-lari Dubiske was leaning, a melancholy figure, against the ship's rail, when found by reporters. She refused to be photographed, although she did raise the corner of her veil to let a particularly persuasive candid camera addict get a shot. Questioned about her activity in Europe, Mata l'lari Dubiske replied, l have inside information about everything. l know what country l'litler will 'receive' into the Reich next,l know what Schiaparelli will show this spring, and l know what the Duke of Windsor saw in Mrs. Simpson, Said Mata f'lari Dubiske, when interviewed about spying as a career, No, l wouldn't advise every girl to become a spy. lt's too gruellingf' l'ler secret fear, revealed Mata l-lari Dubiske, is that she may die of old age. l.ove Callnl GOODMANS NEW FIND MET BY A THOUSAND FANS IN DEARBGRN STATION Despite her arriving at Chicago at six A. M. this morning, Miss Betty Gillespie, Benny Goodmans new singing star, was met by a thousand fans, who wanted her to lead them then and there in a gigantic swing session. Miss Gillespie, dressed in a fitted black satin suit and pumps with six-inch heels-to give that illusion of hei ht- stepped off the train, crying to her admirers with her engaging smile, ul-lep Gatl put her in the groovel Swing itln When photographers asked for pictures of the famous Gillespie legs, she graciously consented, and lightly swung herself up to a sitting position on an orange stand. Miss Gillespie will open her first Chicago engagement to-night with Benny Goodmans Swing Band at the l-langover Club. She is noted for her song styling, in which she sings blues songs in her throaty contralto, while Benny Goodman goes to town on his trumpet. Swing cats say their combined style gives depth and soul to swing music. ln the world of entertainment, Miss Gillespie is considered best-dressed and best-looking of all the women of the theatre. Not conventionally beautiful, because of her extreme thinness-Miss Gillespie always keeps at least thirty pounds under- weight in order to have that Utransparent look -Miss Gillespie is possessed ofa smouldering beauty, which has been greatly intensified since she dyed her hair green. My secret of being so well-dressedn, declared Miss Gillespie, Hlies entirely in proper fitting. l always say whats the use of having a good figure if you don't show it. Therefore l hold my breath when l'm being fitted, and then when let it out, l look just as if l were poured into my clothesf, 60 WESCOTTS POWERFUL DEFENSE SAVES KILLER An all-woman jury early this afternoon sent in a verdict of Hnot guiltyf' to free ,lose Verdozzi, indicted for killing his elderly wealthy wife. Again the lucid elo- quence of the greatest living criminal lawyer, Miss Jean Wescott, has saved a killer from the chair. This morning the court met to hear Miss Wescott's stirring plea to the jury. Pre- VIOUSIY Miss Wescott, after insisting on an all-woman jury had gotten some sympathy for her client, who was becomingly dressed in a black pin-striped suit, by asking him, Why Clicl you marry your wife? QVerdozzi's wife was notably ugly, twenty years Older fl'1C1n he, but possessed of a large fortuney With touching sincerity, he replied, Simply, ult was love at first sightln l-lowever, the State had a strong case against Verdozzi, possessor of a long police record, in that they had twenty eye witnesses to the murder, Miss Wescott, nattily attired in a well-tailored suit, and exuding self-confidence, summed up in a ringing voice her case as follows: UThese are the reasons you should acquit the defendantl First, l, personally don't think he's guilty. Second, do you think anybody with such beautiful brown eyes could commit such an atrocity? And third, you wouldnft want to have on your conscience that you'd sent a man to his death, would you?H Two minutes later the jury filed back and returned a unanimous verdict of Unot guiltyn. Immediately afterward, Miss Wescott hurried off to work on her defense for Baby-face Killer. STATE MILITIA MAY BE CALLED OUT AGAINST COMMUNIST COOLIDGE Last night the governor was in conference, considering the advisability of calling out the state militia to make Communist Lucile Coolidge, Earl Broderfs successor as leader ofthe Red Party in the Ll. S., stand up. Communist Coolidge is on a sit-down strike in the middle of State Street. Motorists do not object to Comrade Coolidge's simply sitting in the street, as they can drive around her, but when she makes the March of Time newsreel, writes magazine testimonials, and poses for Life Magazine, they say there is too much congestion. Communist Coolidge, the author of several significant speeches delivered in Bug l'louse Square, went on her sit-down strike because the city of Chicago refused to provide umbrellas for the communists when they marched in the rain on last May first. She hopes that her protest will not only provide comfortable marching next May day, but also further her advocating that Chicago build the lecturers of Bug l'louse Square a stadium. With her leather boots and her hair shaved off, Communist Coolidge is a striking figure as she sits in the middle ofState Street, sending telegraph messages to Moscow. Special Dispatch from Springfield:Thegovernor,with a master stroke of diplomacy, has prevented an uprising and peaceably persuaded Communist Coolidge to stand up by sending her a gold soap box on which hereafter to speakl I-IUTCI-IINSON SMASI-IES MILE RECORD Last night a packed Stadium saw Becky-,loe Cfleet-footl I-lutchinson race to victory in the National Mile Run. Miss I-lutchinson edged out Glen Cunningham, former holder of the title, by half a second when she put forth a last minute burst of energy. This morning at the Masonic l'Iospital the champion was reported recovering satisfactorily from a nasty ankle injury received when one of the other female con- testants deliberately kicked her. Although slowed noticeably, Miss l-Iutchinson had continued with her usual fine sportsmanship. Red-headed Miss I-lutchinson is well-known in the world of sports. A graduate of the University of I-lawaii, Miss l-lutchinson first became interested in running when, cs a student in the Islands, she, attired in a sarong, would race the native runners. As her fame spread, she became one of the greatest attractions to the tourists, the 61 champion was otlered contracts to appear in a vaudeville act. Miss Hutchinson, although training intensively, has no set training schedule. Whenever Miss Hutchinson happens to see a speeding train, or a trucI4 going at a last enough clip, she races along beside it lor a couple ol miles. Like Cunningham, the champion had a handicap to overcome belore embarking on her lamous career. Hers was a natural distaste lor violent exercise. Miss Hutchinson is the most promising U. S. athlete lor the coming Qlympic games, and if sent, will probably be accompanied by a special delegation ol the Hutchinson- Ior-Miler Club. SISTER SIDNEY MEEKER STAGES GIGANTIC REVIVAL MEETING To-day Sister Sidney Meelcer, protegee of Aimee Semple Mcpherson, opens, at the Stadium, her weelc-long revival meeting, in which she hopes to gain two thousand converts. A million people are expected to attend, mostly out ol curiosity to see the famed woman preacher, who has brought religion up to date. Dressed in a Fi ure-revealing silver gown and with white doves circling round her head, Sister Rfleelcer will give a two-hour lecture on Your God, My God, and What's He to Us, Anywayfpu. At frequent intervals Sister Meelter will brealc ol'l her lecture and play on the organ swing versions ol Nearer My God to Theen and other hymns, which she has had thousands ol requests lor. Sister Meelcer estimates two thousand converts in this one weel4, claiming that she will get that many on her personality alone. So that there will be no error about the number ol converts, an automatic counter has been installed in the Stadium, which challcs up a point lor Sister Meeker every time one ol her hearers Hgets rei ion . ?n private Iile Sister Meelter is a devoted mother ol her live children, and spends several minutes ol each day playing with them. As she is a renowned Bible student, the children love to piclc out any line from the Bible, and have their mother tell them the exact verse, chapter and bool4 it is in. Recently at a nation-wide convention ol the clergy Sister Meeher was voted Mpersonality Girl ol Religion . SENORA AAGAARD VALOR KNOCKS OUT LION Last night thousands ol people were thrown into a panic when Maneater, savage lion and I4ilIer ol three tamers, brolce out ol his cage during a perlormance, and leaped into the audience. Qnly the daring intervention ol his tamer, Senora Aagaard Valor, prevented a massacre. The Following is an eyewitness' account: There was death in the air last night. The spotlight was turned on, and drums rolled. Maneater was driven, roaring and looming, into his cage. Then, poised on an elephants ear, came the Senora, dressed in a snappy white uniform with a Flowing scarlet cloalc, bowing and blowing lqisses to the wildly-cheering and peanut-throwing audience. Armed only with a lilty pound wand and an automatic, the slender, masterlul Figure stepped into the cage. Slowly she began to circle Maneater to bring him to the linal submission ol saying his prayers at her booted leet. But Maneater was restless-held already bent the bars on his side ol the cage and made a rush For the Senora. With her well ltnown agility the Senora auiclcly dodged, and Maneater plunged through the bars. Hall- crazed from the impact and his lreedom, Maneater sprang into a box lull ol children. The Senora, realizing the danger, lollowed. just as Maneater was crouching to spring at the neclc ol a child, the Senora came up behind him and tapped him on the shoulder. Maneater loolted around, and the Senora let go with a terrific haymalcer that lcnocI4ed Maneater colder than a dead herring. Then with complete sell- possession Senora Aagaard Valor slung the prostrate lion over her shoulders, and went out to talce a bow. 62 PI-IOTOGRAPI-IER GETS FIRST PICTURE OF MISS NANCY DAVIS IN TWENTY YEARS To ,lohn jones, staff photographer, goes the distinction, and a fat bonus, for having snapped the first picture in twenty years of that famed recluse of science, Miss Nancy Davis. This is Mr. jones' personal story. 'KWell, I had an inside tip-I go steady with Miss Davis, coolcfs grand-daughter -that Miss Davis was all set to malce one of her rare trips down town this morning. She wanted to see Tyrone I3ower's son, who is appearing at the Chicago. So I I went down to cover the Loop . . . Sure, it was a cinch to spot her. She came wallcing down State Street, jabbing with her umbrella everybody that got in her wayi She certainly stood out from the crowd in that old-fashioned grey suit she always wears. You could tell right away she wasn't the feminine type of woman and that clothes meant nothing to her. UAnyways, I tooI4 one gander at her, and said, KThere's my manl' I pulled out my shutter and got a beauty ofa picture just as she Iool4ed up and saw me. Boy, the expression she hadlu From a special dispatch it has just been learned that Miss Davis was considering leaving the United States and going to England Hwhere she would not be subjected to such outragesf' I-Iowever, the faculty and students of Chicago University have signed a petition, trying to persuade her against such a mistake. They are eager that she should first announce to the world her manufacturing of the ninety-fourth atom. Miss Davis, although she made it ten years ago, has refused to tell the public for fear she would be given the Nobel Prize and have to submit to being photograph- ed in her laboratory. Miss Davis has never married. When Albert Einstein's son proposed to her by a series of ingenious formulas, commonly used only in the application of higher mathematics, she promptly sent him an autographed copy of her bool4, The Atom Has no Love Life. MAROUISE D'ARCY GUEST OF HONOR AT ROUND OF RIVIERA PARTIES Marquise d'Arcy, the former Catherine f'landley of Chicago, has been dazzling international society on the French Riviera during the last few weelqs. In Paris, the French government dedicated a monument to the Marquis for services rendered to his country. Marquis d,Arcy, you may recall, died two years ago at Nice under mysterious circumstances which have never been satisfactorily explained. The Marquise, a well-lcnown figure in Continental Society, has since been rumored engaged to Count Carlo, the armaments Czar, and also to the Earl of Winchester, but she has appeared at each of the various parties given here in her honor with a different escort. Teasing the gossips, eh, Marquise? At the Deauville Casino last night, she was hostess to a large party including several old American friends. l'ler entrance was sensational, for she wore the magnificent collection of rubies given to her by the Rajah of Nahdah, which everyone has been hoping to see. When the season here is over, Marquise d'Arcy is planning a London holiday- just in time for the brilliant court affairs scheduled. Afterwards, she will come to the United States, she says, and may even visit Chicago for a few days and see old friends. 63 I. -1- 4 fr 3, N nf V I l v K ll.llTTElBG'M3Y SECTUQN Preserved For posteruty ore these stories poems omcl essoys written by pupils of the school from the Senior Class to the Fifth erode 65 I PREFER MY DESERT ISLANDS WITH BOOKS There is a great deal of truth in the old saying that you never miss a thing till its gone. Being able to read and having things to read are taken for granted today. You could not conceive of a day's passing without your scanning the newspapers, glancing through magazines and books, taking in the meanings of countless advertise- ments at gulp-glances, so accustomed are you to spending one or two hours of each day doing this, even though you may profess to read very little. Yet I, who spend much more of my day than this in reading, have known three times in my life when I did absolutely none. Two times I was physically unable to. The third time was the worst of all. I had nothing to readl ln the summer of 1935, mother, with her usual impetuosity, decided that I had had quite too much city and that I must go to the country. Accordingly, she dashed around and found, as she said, a charming farm owned by a lovely, cultured, even musical family, where I could spend the summer. Immediately she packed me off. Indeed, I was quite agreeable to being so hastily gotten rid of, as I was filled with dreams of spending glorious, sun-drenched days, lying on an emerald green meadow, chewing a straw from the near-by strawstack, close at hand a good book, of being able, whenever I was so inclined, to go over to the barn, select a horse, and canter off to parts unknown, of eating the farmer's fare, which, if reports were true, had cake, several kinds of pie, and cookies, all for one dessert, or having the privilege of living with this remarkable family, and, of course, of being out of the range of the parental eye. I cannot say with complete truthfulness that our life as farmers was the exact antithesis of what I had pictured, but it was entirely different. As is so often the case, we had imagined in such detail how Arcadian farm-life would be, that, when I met just the farm-life minus the Arcadia, I hardly recognized it. But I shall pass over the many disappointments of that vacation in order to bring to the fore the main one. I shall not dwell on how that was the summer of the terrible drought, which had Washington pulling its hair, and the worried farmers pulling anybody's they could lay hands on, on how I wouldn't drink the sweet, fresh milk because it was different from my customary Vitamin A , and on how breakfast was too big with its fried fish, potato pancakes and flapiacks, while supper was too small with its solitary blue bowls of bread and milk. Nor shall I speak of how the hours of wandering through scorched corn-fields and petting the eleven cats formed a day easily confused with an eternity. lncidentally, the familyfs musicalness was more or less one of my mother's exag- gerations. papa farmer was the church soloist, which office entailed limbering up his voice every Saturday night to get out of it the nasal twang from calling the cows. Mama farmer had gone to a jerkwater musical college and that was about as much good as it did her. To be the high school pianist was Sister farmers ambition and she furthered it by practicing every single morning, from six-thirty to nine o'cIock, the majestic strains of Upomp and Circumstancen. Brother farmer had a thin, sweet soprano and could render endearingly, 'fl-lome, I-lome Un the Range . It was nine o'clock in the morning and the twenty-fifth hour of my vacation on the farm. I, nostalgic, vaguely queasy from the strange water, and having done all those things a green horn does upon first arriving at a farm, was wandering forlornly around the house. In the back of my mind, though I was totally unconscious of it, was the desire to pick up a book or magazine, and read a little. No doubt I was expecting to come upon some reading material casually, for in our house one can hardly sit down without first lifting up an open book. As I was alone in the house, the rest of the family being out in the summer kitchen, I decided to begin my private search for a book or magazine. In vain I looked in the front parlour and the second parlour. No books were to be had in the dining room. I was about to inspect the kitchen. urged on by my unsatisfied desire when papa Farmer stomped in and said, Hcmon into the study, and relax. I could feel myself brighten- ing visibly. Come into the study? Would II Ah, the study. Beautiful-sounding word when spoken. In it-Booksl lvlagazinesl Papersl This would be more like itl I-Ie led the way into a little room off the dining room. I followed expectantly. Searching the study eagerly, but all the time keeping my eyes open for secret panels 66 or trapdoorswrhow did l know this exceptional family didn't consider a book more precious than gold, and was hiding it accordingly?--gradually, but conclusively, l realized that in the entire room, ironically called Hstudyn, were no books, no magazines, no papers, no pamphlets, no circulars, in short, no pieces of paper with words printed thereuponl Standing there, l realized how it must feel to be a convicted man, who before being sent to jail, imagines how it will feel to be behind the bars, thinks he has steeled himself for their horror, but, when he actually is behind them, suffers the real despair. All through my inspection of that house, l was beginning to have trepida- tions about the reading situation. but, when here in the study---ironical word--my fears proved well-founded l felt desperate. l would abandon my farm-life and go homel l-low could l spend two months without doing any reading? But l remembered, l couldn't go home. So l set about rallying myself. No use getting panicky. There had to be some way out of my predicament. Reason told me there had to be something to read, someplace in the house. The family was educated, its member couldnft help but read upon occasion. Why, they'd have to, if for nothing more than to exercise their eyes. l laughed hollowly at my own humor. Nevertheless, l was reassured. The family would take papers. l-low often l'd read of the vital interest the farmer takes in the nation's affairs, how he pores over the paper's editorials, and writes his own opinions of various polemical matters. And there would be catalogues and advertisements, which don't make such bad reading in a pinch, especially if you believe advertising has been raised to an art. The stores probably swamped the family with such things. by the end of forty-nine hours, l had rounded up everything within the radius of the farmls three hundred and forty acres, that could be read. lVlama Farmerfs con- tribution was ml'here's a catalogue around somewheref' The catalogue turned out to be a T930 Sears Roebuck one, and only half a one at that. papa Farmer gladdened my heart by telling me they did take a daily paper, but saddened me when he said it was not the metropolitan daily l had hoped for, but a country one called the 'Daily Clarionn. Really the Daily Clarionf' was much more disappointing than it sounds. Resigned to its being a country paper, l expected to be vastly amused by its journalistic style, but l wasnlt. Nowhere in it was the personal, informal touch l had expected. The paper with its first page of copied news, second of household hints, third of farm commentary and Sabbath school notes, and fourth of advertising, was simply rehashed, subject-predicate writing. Sister Farmer, who was on the verge of being converted and so had no use for the Hworldyn things, was the most sympathetic to my plight, and surreptitiously slipped me a couple of novels. lt is enough to say of them that they were an experience. Brother Farmer told me the next time they opened the one-room schoolhouse for an airing, he would let me have access to the Hlibraryn. Such was my holiday reading. With its help and the fact that man's natural instinct is to live, l survived 6:00 A.lVl. to 8:00 l3.lVl. days. The familyfs ant-like industry had a constant acceleration, and soon there was no time for anybody to talk to me, and if anybody did, l knew what he was going to say, before he said it, so limited was our conversational range. Not only did l forgo talking, but l began to be self-conscious about playing with the eleven cats as we, the cats and l, were the only ones on the farm not engaged in productive work. And then one night a storm broke, a real storm with all the paraphernalia of livid gashes of lightning, of rain, thickly steady, of rolls of thunder colliding in gigantic claps, and of the outside noises when branches were stripped from thetrees. -lhe cattle bawled, cried, and tried to break out. Not quite conscious of what was happening, just aware of an angered Nature, l lay in bed. Suddenly came the shrill, penetrating voice of the telephone, shocking me to wide-awakeness. 'lwo o'clock at night and somebody was telephoningl l-lad something happened to mother? Agony of waiting, listening to feet hastily shoved into shoes, stumble down the stairs. Along the hall, bedroom doors creaked open. A moment of pause punctuated by the click of the receiver as it was taken down. A murmured response, sudden inflection of surprise, the lapse into the condoling tone, and then Mother Farmer called up the stairs, Nlhat was Emma. lVlrs. Yoder's dying at last. ll the storm lets up, llm going overf, 67 first, thankfulness that it wasn't one of my family. l lay back against my pilloWS. Then contrition for the selfishness of my concern came over me. f-low awful for any- body to die on such a night. It might be all right for two such violent natures as l'leathcliffe's and Catherines, but not for such a one as poor, broken Mrs. Yoder s. It was so tragic to have lived the life of child-bearing and drudgery, never to have had any simple luxuries, never to have set foot outside of lowa with its monotonous scenery and its narrowmindedness, never to have looked at the world through another's eyes by reading a book. l was crying now. The tears were for Mrs. Yoder, for my unhappy isolation, and finally, for life unworthy of the struggle it took to live and offered at the end only the mockery of And to dust return. l was becoming quietly hysterical, but l thought l was going mad. Nothing but my own disturbing, frantic ideas circled in my head. It only there were something to read, to take me out of myself. l got up out of bed. The floor, to my bare feet, had the iciness of death with which the air now seemed full. l groped for the closet, dragged my suitcase down from the shelf, prepared, subconsciously, to go home, or any place but here. Snapping the case open caused something to fall from it. It was the Bible that mother had insisted l bring and that l had forgotten all about. l picked it up. lts very touch was soothing. Not because it was Gods book, but just because it was a book with words to be read, with somebody elsefs thoughts to think. l began to read, and was comforted. Six weeks later l got my release from the farm. Mother was delighted with my tan, my ten pounds of acquired weight, my serenity which long hours of sleep had brought about. She had never dreamed l would benefit so, physically. l didn't know, couldn't judge, for at that moment l was busy making my first acquaintance with Dickens l had a great deal of reading to catch up onl CATHERINE I-IANDLEY, '39 LIFE'S CRISES There was l standing in the doorway of my new classroom, a chubby little girl of nine, possessor of two very long pigtails and a misplaced dimple, faced with the problem of making good in this my new school. The outlook had been depressing enough when l had discovered that, because of certain deficiencies in my arcluously acquired knowledge, l would have to go back a grade, but that was as nothing compared to facing this sea of unfriendly faces. Mechanically l moved from the door, shook hands with the teacher, and, in a haze of embarrassment, took the indicated seat. Qnce there, conscious of all eyes fastened upon me, l sat and studied my shoes with a fixed concentration worthy ofa far nobler object. Until recess l retained this rigid pose, half-fearing, half-anticipating the test l knew was to come. Would l be accepted into this charmed circle, or must l remain an outsider, a social outcast, so to speak, until l was an old woman, say twenty-two or so? l had not long to wait, for judgment, in the form of a tall, thin child with straight hair pushed back a la Alice in Wonderland, followed by her cohorts, was even now bearing down on me. We gazed solemnly at each other for several moments, then the other spoke. 'lWhat , she said with a very slight severity, His your name? Ugidneyn. My examiner looked incredulous. Did you say-Sidneyf-DH There was a slight hesitation before the name as though it cost her an effort even to say the abhorred word. puzzled, l nodded. l'ler severity a definite thing now, my questioner announced sternly, U0nly little boys are named-that. Your mother must be funny. With that she turned and walked away. l understood. from now on l would be considered to come from a very bad family-people who didn't even realize the incongruity of calling a girl by a boy,s name. But as yet there was no final judgement on me, l might still hope to become friends with the other children in the class. l fervently hoped, however, that they would never hear that my brother 68 is named jinks. That, l was sure, would mark my family as not only odd but well ripe for the local insane asylum. Classes began again, and, conscious that l had not been a great success in my first encounter with the unknown, l felt extremely grateful for the smile of the girl whose book l had been told to share. Via notes l soon learned that her name was Lucy l'licks, and, as l carefully refrained from mentioning mine, we were getting on swimmingly when suddenly l was called upon to recite. Now anyone will admit that this was the grossest injustice. l had always considered it part of the unwritten code of the schoolroom that no new girl should be called upon to recite her first day, and l was consequently completely relaxed when the blow fell. As a result, my recitation was a horrible failure. Sitting down at last, l felt l.ucy draw slightly away from me. This too l understood. l had been discovered to be dumb, not just nicely, ingratiatingly dumb, but downright stupid. This, coupled with my unfortunate name, had turned the scales and l was to be an outsider. It would take something really brilliant to erase the bad impression, l had already made,and,rack my brains as l might, l could think of nothing sufficiently impressive lt was not until l was mournfully descending the stone steps on my way home that l had my great inspiration. There, kneeling on the ground, were l.ucy and the girl with the Alice in Wonderland hair, engaged in a game of marbles. Marbles! Why hadnft l thought of that before? l-lere was l, the Midwestern marble champion, worried about howto make an impression. flinging my coat and books to the ground l joined the game, seemingly shy as befittecl a newcomer but inwardly lull of con- fidence. Two hours later found me walking companionably home with Lucy, explain- ing a trifle condescendingly the Meeker Marble System. At last l belonged. SIDNEY MEEKER, '39 IS EMILY POST WRONG ltfs the little things that count, little things we love and cherish, and little things which drive us crazy. l shall tell you about one little thing which drove me crazy. l ask you to put yourself in my position, before you pass judgement on me as an irritable fussbudget. l have, living in the apartment above me, a family. They have two boys. Now if everyone could Fully appreciate that last statement, there would be no need for this anecdote, but as there may be a few fortunate individuals who do not realize the calamity of having, living above them, two boys, both between the ages of two and five, I'Il go on. Within the first week of their possession of the apartment, l saw those two children, and they were darlings, two cuter little tricks never existed. The first time l saw them was in the elevator. They both backed shyly into a corner and stood looking up at me from under the blondest of blonde eyebrows. l'laloes encircled their heads, wings flopped, and butter wouldn't have melted in their mouths. They were so cute, that in spite of myself l had to smile first at them and then meaningly at their nurse. Little did l know those two small dissemblers. A week passed after the first meeting, and all was rosy. Two weeks passed, and then things began to happen. Qne afternoon l heard a sound like marbles being dropped from a considerable height on to the bathroom floor. Well, l passed this event. l passed over it when it was repeated. l ignored several relay races played with what seemed to be cannon balls, up and down the hall. Hhlust lively kidsm, l said to myself, and sat back and recalled the times l used to run up and down halls. But then l was a rather quiet child. The first real trouble caused by my two cherubic acquaintances occurred one night just before dinner. l had finished washing my hands when, on stepping over the threshold of the bathroom into the hall, l felt a drop of water fall on my hand. Where had it come from? l could remember wiping my hands, and wiping them rather well, at that, the towel bore evidence of the fact. Rather puzzled, l stepped back into the bathroom. Now l could see the water falling, at first just a drop or two, then a regular curtain. Dashing through the falls to my room, l gave the ceiling 69 a auiclt glance. It was a mass of brown water stains. ln one corner the wall-paper was already hanging, wet and sticlcy, at right angles with the wall . . . l was told later that the children had been sailing boats in the tub. Little, sweet boats that they had made themselvesl What are a little paper and calcimine compared to the untrammeled self-expression of two children, l asl4 you? The second patience-tester followed closely on the heels of the first. Qne even- ing l was seated at my deslc. Bending over my physics, deeply engrossed, l heard a shrielc from the supposed direction of heaven. Stamping and yelling, my two little friends danced around the room, Hlt talces 'l0 tons of coal to haul a certain train from Washington to Philadelphia. l-low many foot-tons of energy has been set free if this coal has a heat value of T3,000 Btu. per pound? 13,000 divided by-, The stamping continued. U-divided by 2,000 times 778, no. The stamping increased. Who cares about energy set free , l snarled to myself. l'd lilce to expend a little energy, myself, on those two children. ln a particular spot, too. HT3000 times 778 divided by-w'zNuts, It wouldnlt worlt. Eiercely l crumpled up my paper and, with deadly calmness, selected a sharper pencil and a fresh sheet from my noteboolc. The stamping and shouting were awful. The two little demons sounded as if they were in their death throes. By this time l was in a white heat, grinding my teeth and staring wildly in front of me. l filled my lungs with air, l howled with all the power l could muster, SHUT UPU. The noise stopped. It has not been repeated. Emily Post must, after all, be wrong. BETTY GILLESPIE, '39, MEMORIES It was daybreal4 of an icy morning in the Connecticut hills. l opened one eye sleepily and became abruptly conscious of the scene outside the window. The next instant l had leapt out of bed, and, with a auicl4 glance at the snow all over my floor, and the swirling, eddying particles of ice outside, l dashed into my sister Sally's room. After l had pulled her head from under an inch or so of snow, we both, shivering in our nightgowns, hung out of the windows in wild excitement. This was a blizzardl l cannot tell you just how we lcnew it was a blizzard, since we had never before experienced one, but the whole landscape and the hum in the air was reminiscent of earlier childhood stories and of accounts from the natives of the winter of '88 Finally the icy chill brought us to our senses, and we pulled down the windows and rushed to lcnocl4 at the doors of the rest of the family, unconscious of the blissful excitement awaiting them outside. You can imagine how our elation grew as we discovered that there was no heat in the house, no light, no telephone, and no electricity in the electric stove for brealcfast. Later we sat before a great cracltling fire, cozy and safe from the storm of white misty clouds that were tumbling from the slty, with no toaster for toast, no boiler for brealtfast foods. lnto the glowing embers under the blazing logs we put a tin of balced beans. When this was ready, we sat about the fire and ate them with charred bits of bread for toast and, for the elders, a cup of coHee that had miraculously sur- vived a precarious balancing on the bumpy hearth and that seemed tp bring them the same joyful pleasure ofa picnic in the summer woods. We could think of nothing but the fun of this novel experience. No schooll plenty of snow for all lcinds of Arctic explorationl The next step was the thrill of digging a path through the drifts, some of which were six feet high, for, tuclced away on the top of our hill, we were completely cut off from civilization. The family formed a shovel brigade and dug, from before noon until about four o'clock. We must have been an odcl-loolting lot with our im- provised costumes. The clashing colors of our bright wool clothes--orange scarves against scarlet slcirts, every shade of green exhibited in the various coats and heavy sweaters, furpieces donned at all angles for comfortls salte rather than beauty's, and, more vivid than all, mothers violent purple muffler-this conglomeration would have been an artists' nightmare. By the time we had reached the main road, glowing and exhausted, we found ourselves faced with an unexpected and formidable sea of gleaming whiteness that was auite impassable, This was rather a discouraging 70 discovery but, not daunted, father and Sally put on snowshoes and set off for the tiny store Hup at the corner . from a usual fifteen-minute walk they returned in about two hours. By this time the snow had completely stopped, and cold, still darkness was upon us. We went to bed that night in rooms that were like iceboxes. The glittering crystals on the window, the frozen water in the flat dish on the table, and the white clouds in the room made by our breath painted a winter landscape with snow flurries, even in the house. l-lowever, with heavy blankets and fluffy comforters oiled over us, we were blissfully warm and, unaware of the frigid air, we went to s eep. The next picture is one of the happiest of all my memories, a single composite memory of all the recollections of the summer when l was five years old. A large old-fashioned Maryland house with spacious, yet cozy, rooms. Acres of woods and fields waiting to be explored. Vegetable and flower gardens, and beautiful shady trees so welcome on the hot days. The ancient and authentic Civil War cabin, where so many rainy days were spent. The little brook, bubbling merrily through the meadow, where we would fish with strings and bent pins but never catch anything. The cow, who was so gentle, but of whom l was always secretly terrified, and the little calf, who grew perceptibly everyday. The kittens secreted in the top of the barn in a nest of soft hay. The farm implements behind the barn, where one could be a farmer for hours on end by sitting on a great rusty steel monster and wiggling levers back and forth. The high haystacks to clamber up and then come sliding swiftly down. The dairy farm next door, where at four o'clock on an afternoon you could have a cup of cold glistening milk, fresh from the cooler. Running barefoot through the early morning dew to get the mail. picking cherries and wild berries and eating twice as many as you put in your baskets. All these things seem as real to me now as they did then. Memories are, after all, the most companionable of friends. KAY LAWSCN,'4O. IF I WERE DICTATOR Today it is very much in vogue to tell people how to live. Books by psychologists flood the market, the government issues pamphlets, dictators issue command, fashion decrees what we shall wear, advertisements decree what we shall eat, librarians and bookreviewers tell us what we shall read. Why, even the soda jerks no longer ask, Do you wish some dessert? but rather say, ul-low about our favorite fudge sundaef? It l were dictator l would dictate music, As a dictator l could, of course, use music for ulterior reasons, to create desired emotions. That music can do this is proved in many ways. For instance, if you have never seen ,lohnny marching to the rhythm of drum and brass, all the patriotism in him beating time to the blaring tune, at least you have felt something in your throat when your band marches up the football field, blowing hard for dear old alma mater. Music has its place also in inspiring the gentler emotions. Do you remember how Becky Sharpe, in Vanity Fair, struck the final blow at slos by singing a very melancholy song as though her heart would break? And in the days of the silent movie, would the hero have been as dashing his rescue of Golden Hair as thrilIing,w!thout the aid of Rome is Burning, or Bicycle Race, played on the old piano by the ticket seller. But l am dictating music only for its power to make people happy. And it does make them happy. Qtherwise, why do girls insist upon playing chop-sticks at every opportunity, no matter how many times they have played it before. l-low else would you explain popular music? Why are there so many folksongs? And people certainly do love to make musicl Did you ever hear a high school, or even grammar school orchestra? fhey're goodl And surprisingly, these orchestras are largely made-up of boys and girls who never had training, who, you might suppose, would have no ear for music, and no interest. No ear for music? Not interested? just watch their enthusiasm after a few monthsl And as for training-'they eat it up. No need to ask them to practice, Rather, they are apt to make nuisances of themselves hanging around the music room when they probably should be in study-hall, Tuning starts early in the morning, and the oboe can be heard sounding A at regular intervals T1 all through the day. Pupils often arrive at a class after orchestra practice a tritle late, Tor, alter all, you just can,t wallc away leaving Mr. Tschialcowslcy in the middle of the Fourth Symphonvl The science oi writing and spealcing is taught in the schools, because the more we express ourselves--that is, the more we show other people what we Feel and thinlc-the more we do Feel and thinlc, and the more Iun we have in feeling and thinlcing. But I would teach children to read notes as they learn to read their language, and give them an instrument with their First pencil. Perhaps when I am a dictator, I shall. CAROL CCE, '4O. SPRING A little girl straddled a long, low willow limb overhanging the lagoon. Some- times she Ioolced at the pale green leaves, or at her older sister, who was sitting on a Iower branch precariously near the muddy water, or still Further down the banlt, where her mother, wearing a Flowery purple hat, traced designs in the sandy ground with a Icnubbly sticlt. LooIc,', the little girl shouted and almost Iost her balance as she watched a mother duclc leading her brood into the thin foliage of one of the nearby islands. She almost Iost it a ain when a beady-eyed squirrel brushed her with his tail. Come, Iet's go. QThe mother threw away her sticlc. But the children continued to sit Iilce owls. Did you hear me? The mother held up their coats. They moved slightly in the warm sunshine. Come, we'II get something cool to drink. With a thud the children landed beside her on the sandy banlc. SALLY MITCHELL, '41 H E R M A N Zella came down the path, her iat blaclc body swaying from side to side. I-Ier pudgy hand clutched the newly sharpened razor in the pocI4et oI her blue and white checlced gingham dress. When she reached the whitewashed baclc Ience, she stopped. Peering over into the next yard, her blaclc eyes snapping, she Iound her prey. WomanI you come heahf' Turning suddenly, a tall, thin negress regarded her with sullen eyes. She ap- proached the fence slowly, her head bent and her hair bushy about her face. When she reached the Fence, she Ioolced up, and stared at the other woman quietly. Zella glared at her, UIViy man, he was not at home last night. Neither was you.U The negress shoolc her head silently. Zella continued, HWoman, you was out with my manf, The negress nodded her head briefly. Zella drew from her pocltet the razor. As the sun struclc it, it threw its light into the other negress' face. She stared at Zella with frightened eyes. Zella Tirst Ioolced at her and then at the razor. The negress gave one long wail and tore baclc to her kitchen. Zella watched her with triumphant eyes, turned and wallced back up the path. SALLY MITCHELL, '4'I. THE BITTER TRUTH REVEALED IN SNATCHES Thursday 6:30 I3. M. Mr. Dunsworthy emerged from his club, humming a tune Irom HCarmen,'. l-Ie turned and waII4ed brislcly down Michigan Avenue. I-Iis neat and precise English evening clothes Fitted him to the most minute detail, and his clean shaven Iace was long and British. Perhaps he was getting rather stout around the waist: perhaps he did have a bald spot, quite a big bald spot, but no one T2 would ever notice these with his well-fitted clothes and toupee. The fact remains that Mr. Dunsworthy considered himself a young and attractive man. So he whistled and hummed as he continued on his way toward the house of Martha, his modern American l-leartthrob. l'le bustled up the steps and rang the bell. While he stood adjusting his tie he thought what an attractive sight he would be when the door opened. But the bitter truth catches up with us all, and so it was to be in the case of Mr. Dunsworthy. The door burst open, Mr. Dunsworthyys jaw dropped. There stood Martha in a skirt and sweater, sport shoes, and a sport hat. uOhl+Er if l came too early, l mean ah-er. Go ahead and get dressedlu, stammered Mr. Dunsworthy. NGet dressed?H exclaimed Martha. lim all ready. Come on, we're going to xloe's jitterbug Dance Contest. And they did. 9:30 P. M. An hour and a half later Mr. Dunsworthy gasped and panted as he Suzy-Qued around the dance floor. l-lis feet hurt, his head ached, and his neck was all raw from peckin'. Now letls go to l?iverview. , said Martha. UWhat now? Er-a that's a jolly good idea , agreed Mr. Dunsworthy, wiping his steaming face with a very battered and torn handkerchief. l-lis stuffed shirt was wilted, his tails hung in a tired fashion. But think of going homer? Not Mr. Duns- worthyl l-le was young, and he could do whatever young people did. l-le loved Martha and he could keep up with her. 'l'l:00 P. M. Same night. Mr. Dunsworthy careened around the Hwhirling turns at Riverview, his face an odd shade of green, his hands weakly clutching the sides of the car. The torture chamber finally stopped, and Mr. Dunsworthy, heaving a sigh of relief, was just staggering out of it when Martha said, uQh let's go again, Cuddles. l love it.', i'Oh, Ch, certainly, l'd be charmed, but please donit call me Cuddles. My namhe ig Rercivalf' gasped Mr. Dunsworthy, thinking all the time, HMy stomach, my ea . Friday. 'l:00 A. M, Mr. Dunsworthy crawled out of the twisted wreck that had once been a car, and looked weakly around for Martha. -lhere she was in the glare of the crippled headlights, sitting on a fence and calmly smoking a cigarette. HQh Cu-er, Per-, Mr. Dunsworthy, l thought you were dead. llm so glad to see you. l'leavensl Your hair is all gone. , exclaimed Martha. 11:00 A. M. Visiting hours at County Hospital for the Weak and Wounded. Mr. Dunsworthy peered at his friend from the mass of bandages around his head. And sou, he continued, ul discovered that cruel, young little Martha was too much for me. Er-well, maybe, l was too old for her. At any rate l found the bitter truth but l lost my toupeef' ADA BLANC-lE WRIGLEY, '41 Estate of Maximovky County of Borosna mated of Cfihirrlegev on ay, pri 'l0, 1916 Dearest Greataunt, This is the first letter l have written since my return from St. Petersberg two days ago. It has been so lonely here, father goes from estate to estate inspecting crops, paying the peasants their wages, and is at home only on Sundays, when even then he spends the morning attending to the estate. Sunday l sat in his office and watched him giving out wages. l-leavens, what a mass of people he employsl The lawn was spotted with them, at least three hundred peasants and so many clerks. Father had been up since dawn, and he did not finish till after midday. lhen, we all had tea on the verandah, and mother and father made me tell about everything l did in St. Petersberg and what professor Wilhelm thinks of my progress in music, l-le seems to approve of me, but insists that l do not play the Russian School till l have had more thorough experience with Beethoven, Bach, and Mozart. l am fond of Bach, but Beethoven and Mozart do not suit my temperament, l think. l'lerr Wilhelm is a burly fellow, and goes about in the cold and snow hatless, with only a short jacket and woolen shawl to protect him from the weather. 73 Ch, l do have a surprise for youl Do you remember how our former watchmen used to fall asleep on duty at night? That will not happen any more, for father has imported a chief watchman from Siberia-and such a watchmanl l-lis name is Vassily, and he is at least seven feet tall, with a broad, red face, heavy blond moustaches, and shaggy yellow hair, which he keeps very neat under a tall fur cap. l discovered that when he was young, his master had flogged him for no apparent reason, and Vassily, blind with rage, had strangled him to death, The government sent him to Siberia for thirty yearsi The stories he tells of his experiences there are hair-raising l have listened to his recitals in the kitchen. The poor creature is flattered by the interest of the 'iyoung barishnan. Mother cannot understand why father would elect a murderer chief watchman of the estate, but he explains to her that Vassily is on his honor. He is devoted to us, as we were the only family willing to employ him, and it is really quite reassuring to wake in the night and hear his hourly Urattle- rattleu with the little black clapper he carries with him. When the other watchmen hear him, they must answer to show they are awake. Vassily's only fault is his terrible temper, which is at its height when he has drunk too much vodka. Everyone in the village is terribly afraid of him, none will dare look into his face, as he is sensitive about his sojourn in Siberia. But, my precious aunt, when l bade him good- morning, today, l looked straight at himi. Now l know his eyes are blue, so l can better describe him to you. ' Please write me very soon and tell me all about yourself and what has been happening at Kousoffky during my absence. l.ovingly yours, ANUTA Estate of Kousoffky County of Borosna State of Chirnegev April Q'lst, 'l9'l6. My Dearest Anuta, l am so happy that you are with us again. As soon as possible, l shall see you, my favorite grandniece. And you may commend your father in his choice of watch- men, l am sure Vassily is very efficient. You looked him straight in the eye, did you? Ah, my precocious child, it would be like you to do that. ln your letter l detected undertones of discontent. Do not allow this, occupy yourself. l hope you do not find the life of a barishna too dull, my dear. When l was your age, my parents, also were very busy. You are gravely mistaken if you believe the life ofa landowner is just a round of parties, balls, and rides on horseback through our delightful country. lf there is no book on the shelves that has not been read over too many times, go for a walk in the lanes and pastures. And you may have Minsk, our little Mongolian horse that you were always so fond of. With these and your music, you can keep busy, lim sure. l'low is that charming lady's maid of yours? l-las she broken any more hearts yet? Send me another of your interesting letters, for they are eagerly anticipated and always joyfully received. Your loving aunt, MYRA 'iMaximovkyH Borosna Chirnegev April 30, 'l9'l6 Dearest Greataunt, l do feel, as you have discovered, discontent. But do not think it is my life that bores me. l should be selfish to think only of myself, l have seen such misery around me among the peasants, that l find it difficult to conceal my feelings of distress and sympathy, It is my wish to serve them, to enlighten them. They are human beings and are undeserving of the outrageous treatment they receive at the hands of the government officials. 74 l had planned to go to Kiev for some new french hats and a ballgown, but the saualor, the dumb acceptance of those poor people have lcilled all such thoughts of self. For too many years these things have existed, it is for us, the new generation of educated landowners, to share our wealth that the oppressed may have better opportunity for learning and free thinldng. l realize that mine is an ancient and illustrious name, and perhaps my family does not approve. l do not blame them, They thinl4 l am turning Socialist. That is not true. All l desire is to see justice done. Unfortunately, there are no organizations save the Socialistic that feel this strongly. l am torn between ancestry and the cry of Russian soil, the blind groping of the hands that tilled it. Yet l feel a strange peace, as though there were before me a great and noble purpose. Could l but fulfill it, my happiness would be manifold? Do not cease to be my friend. l shall involve no one but myself. fondly, ANUTA Anna Slenslcaya Q6 Brabova Ave. Kiev june 7, 'l9'l6 My dearest Greataunt, l have at last joined a group of young aristocrats who sympathize with the cause. Believe me, it was in desperation and bewilderment that l resorted to this. l could not go on dreaming and planning-my idleness made me very unhappy. Mother and Father are quite sad, but have forgiven me, saying that the times change and people must change with them. l have assumed a name other than my own and am now staying with one of my new colleagues in Kiev, the young sister of my maid Tatiana, who has, by the way, become engaged to Vassily. Strange that this should occur to me nowl lam glad for them both. 'l-hey will be happy. l have burned my bridges behind me and am unafraid, save for the apprehension that you will no longer be my friend-and that l could not bear.-l would rather die than hurt those near to me, believe it, It would be best to destroy whatever former correspondence you have received from me that contains any hint of what l am doing now, and if you possibly can, let me lcnow of any events in or about the village near you-especially if government spies are becoming inquisitive. Now, good-by, l do not lcnow whether l shall be able to write you for a long time, so be patient and remember lcindly Your affectionate UKousoffy Borosna Chirnegev vluly 'lO, 1916 ANUTA Dearest Anuta, lam your friend. Your letters to me have been burned-those containing allusions toyour worlc. l shall not expect more letters from you until you feel it safe to write. But do talce care, Your pseudonym and address are safe with me. At your request, l shall inform you from time to time as much as l know of the Czarys plans. l'le does not lilce the peasants nor those who help them. Lovingly, your great aunt MYRA 75 August'I'l Kousoffky, County of Borosna, State ofchirnegev. Anuta: I'lasten awayl Soldiers of the Czar are in the village and are keeping close watch on our estate. You are known, you must escape. MYRA I-Iotel Marin Igausanrge, Switzerlgnd eptem eriQ, 'l9'I Dear Greataunt, I hope you have not worried about me. I sent Paul B. to you in the guise of a hungry peasant to say that I am safe. My activities had been successful, and I was unknown, when, somehow, twelve of our members were discovered and executed. In the middle of' the night paul B. pounded on my door and shouted, 'fbscapel We are known. Dressed as a hunchbacked old peasant woman, I drove o cart piled high with hay to Nezhin, where I was to seek the hut of Uncle Peter. I-lis wife would hide me. I rode all night at a snail's pace, and just as white streaks began to appear in the sky, I saw a hut-athen, another' rand gradually the town came into sight as the light increased. My relief was indescribable. But so was my fright, for I encountered a drunken peasant and asked the way to Uncle Peters Fortunately, his wits appear- ed quite befuddled, and after informing me, he dropped onto a doorstep and went to sleep. I later learned from Uncle Peters wife that he was one of us, and had been stationed there to watch for me. I remained with Uncle peter a month and was then smuggled over the border into Switzerland. So ends the tale. I shall leave for America as soon as possible. I am eager for peace. Your loving ANUTA GLORIA MINCI-IIN DEBGRAI-I AERA!-IIVISGN '42 GETTING UP IN THE MORNING from somewhere in the room comes a familiar buzzing sound. Turning over almost silently and cautiously opening one eye, I ask myself if it could possibly be the alarm clock. My conscience at once assures me that it is, and almost as quickly my bad self assures me that my conscience is wrong. preferring to believe my bad self, I turn over, and settle down under the covers for a long sleep. xlust as I begin to fall into that pleasant state, my sense of righteousness bears down upon me. Once more-and I hope for the last time+I turn over, and look blankly at the clock. Again it jangles. I throw back the cover abruptly and sit up in bed. I hesitate for just a moment, looking over what at the time seems a great length of rug. In that moment I begin to freeze, so, getting quickly to my feet, I make a dash for the radiator. Lean- ing against this comfortable place, I reach out my hand and grope for the window. Finding it, I close it with a bang. Since I can close the window and keep warm at the same time, I see no reason, except that itfs a little farther than the window, why I can't turn off the alarm and keep warm too. I stretch out a hand. It doesnft auite reach but after making several attempts I do reach the button and silence the buzzer. Surprisingly, after all this exercise, I am still sleepy, and so, when I pass my bed on the way to the bathroom, I look at it longingly, climb back in, and pull the covers over my head. NANCY KOCI-IS, Class Eight. T6 AN HOUR WITH A HORSE I most certainly shall never forget that eventful moment when I was introduced to a horse for the first time in my life, and had the experience of my first riding lesson. I remember it just as well as if it were yesterday. I happened to be up at camp, and as I walked into the stables, it seemed as if every horse was eyeing me distrust- fully, and was saying to himself, I-Iuhl I-Iere comes an amateurf' All of the horses sensed that I was afraid, for they looked at me with an expression of contempt. I'Iowever, when I reached the riding teacher, she tried to console me, and ex- plained at great length how to get on and off a horse. As I proceeded to throw one Ieg over the horse, which seemed a mile or two from the nice, soft ground, he turned around, looked at me, pinned both of his ears back flat against his head, and showed his teeth. I smiled at him in a reassuring way, but it did not seem to have much effect. Well, anyway, I managed to get on the beast, and, by degrees, I found out how to manipulate the reins. But this was just the beginningl When we began to trot, I had an extremely queer sensation come over me. Whenever the horse came up, I went down on the saddle with a thud, and then it would begin all over again. Bump, Bump . . . After a long hour, I succeeded in dismounting, my brain in a whirl and my legs very weak. When I sat down, I found it almost impossible to get up again, I was so stiff. Even that night, as I lay in bed, I could still feel the motion of the horse. Bump, Bump, Bump .... ' ' mum LANE, ciee seven. CHRISTOPHERS MY SISTER T O A S T Tony is my little sister Little Christopher loves his toast She's very, very cute. He ITOICIS It ih the CIIV- Sometimes she makes a lot of noise And then he throws it all about, , PI ' h II t , I'le really doesn t care Gylng on er U e She sometimes is so funny He feeds it to his elephant, And She SGYS Such Silly things I'Ie feeds it to his horse, She's goto little bunny And then he feeds his little self ,Amd G DOVVOI with ,GOI Wings. And swallows it, of course. MARY SUSAN SNYDER IDAUI-A PAEPCKE, Class Five Class Five MOTHER WAS RIGHT I am a little turkey, and my mother calls me Bill. Some people think that dieting is harmful, but I will tell you how it once saved my life. It was getting near Thanksgiving, and I was wondering why my brother had stopped eating. Une day my mother said, Bill, you had better stop eating if you donbt want to be killed. UWhy,', I asked. h mother said, I thought you knew. Your brother knows. See how thin e is. 'But why has that anything to do with my being killed? UWelI,H said mother, uevery Thanksgiving men come into the yard and take the fattest turkeys and send them to the city, where they are killed for Thanksgiving. Now you had better stop eating. HQhH, I said, they won't kill men, and I walked away. So I kept on eating till I got so fat all I could do was to wobble and gobble. Then about a week before Thanksgiving some men came into the yard. They went into the pen where we turkeys were and began picking us over. They put mother and brother, who by this time were auite thin, into a corner with some other thin turkeys, but they put me into a pen with the fat ones. Then I began to think about what mother had said, and I realized she was right. Then and there I started on a diet, After several days two men came into our yard to put us in crates to send 77 us to the city, When one of the men caught me, I was so thin that he called to the other man, HI-Iey, Tom, how did this here turkey get in this here pen? I-lefs too thin to eat this year, Therefore to my delight I found myself in the yard with mother and the rest of my family. You may like Thanksgiving but to me it is just a pain in BETTY KENNARD, Class Six. A QUAKER MEETING Prudence sat straight and still on one of the narrow, high-backed pews of the little frame Meeting I-louse. Not a sound could be heard except an occasional rustle of skirts as a devout woman went down on her knees. prudence looked up a minute from under the brim of her gray bonnet and caught a friendfs eye, but her mother nudged her sternly and she bowed her head again. Cn her left side sat all the men and boys in their wide, white collars and tall, silver-buckled hats. Some little boys fidgeted uncomfortably, longing to be able to see out of the painted-over windows. The clock ticked on and on from the bare wall, Prudence looked down at her shoes. I-Iow shabby they werel She wondered when her mother would get her a new pair. I-Ier dress was worn, too, even if it was her Sunday one. She wished she could have a silk one like the one her best friend Phoebe had. And she would like to have a woolen cloak like .lanes too. Suddenly she stopped her thoughts with a jerk. What things to be thinking of on the Sabbath, and in the Meeting I-louse, tool She tried to remember the verse she had learned from the Bible that morning, but her foot was going to sleep and the uncushioned pew was dreadfully uncomfortable. She turned her head a very little and looked at her mother, who was sitting very still, with her work-worn hands lying motionless in her lap. lt was strange to see her mother's hands still. In Meeting f-louse was the only time Prudence could remember having seen them so. And her mother's face was so quiet and peaceful as she prayed to herself, so different from the way it it usually was at home. prudence turned her head still more and gazed down the row of quiet, care-lined faces. Every one was praying except herself, she thought, and perhaps Phoebe, and maybe those little children down in the front row. With difficulty she restrained a yawn. Suddenly the bell clanged, shattering the stillnes. prudence jumped and stood up quickly. lt seemed to her that everyone filed out so slowlyl When she reached the door, she breathed in deeply the crisp cold air and then ran out on the snow. MARY MQDOUGAL, Class Eight. the neck. DREAMS When midnight mists come creeping And all the world is sleeping Around me tread the mighty dead And slowly pass away. Lo, warriors, saints, and sages From out the vanished ages, With solemn pace and reverend face Appear and pass away I watch them in my dreaming, With steps my brain is teeming, Nor from my heart will they depart 'Till I shall pass away. SALLY ANNE RYAN, Class Seven THE FLOOD The flood swept over M:1rathon's plain, Marathon, a high, mountainous land. lt was mad wild water and a dark rain, That stretched like a mighty hand. In this dark, mad water was pain, pain, for Athenels fair land. Till, from I3Iataea a small thunder bolt came, To help Athene push back this hand. Then turned the mad water and dark rain Turned from the mountainous land. The dark jeweled water became a stain, Cn the white Aegean Sand. KITTY MCLENNAN, Class Seven 4 EDWEEWUSEUIW NTT ELLA -P E HL BEAUTY SALON IF YOUR HAIR IS NOT BECOMING TO YOU, YOU SHOULD BE COMING TO US! ! I Room 208 936 N. Michigan Ave. Phone Sup. 9437-Del. 3694 Say It With Flowersu C. H. BOOKEDIS The Michigan Boulevard Florist 944 N. 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