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

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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

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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

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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