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

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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

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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

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