Louise S McGehee School - Spectator Yearbook (New Orleans, LA)

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Thirty THE SPECTATOR on their tour through Mexico, and Katheryn Keyes, who has a contract to build a bridge over the river right outside of Santa Maria. It must be won- derful to have the brains to be a civil engineer. DOT: I suppose you know that Dottie and Baby have finally gotten their nursery started. With all of Dottie's experience with Stella and Baby's experience with her brother, they make a fine pair . . . Dottie cuddles 'em and Baby kicks 'em. Seriously though, they have a fine school. Carmer, Kathleen, and Katherine Verlander ll never can remem- ber her married name? all send their children there. NANCY: I don't want to change the subject, but do you know if Susie's been acquitted yet? It was such a ridiculous case. A man couldn't die simply from hearing her sing in a night club. Since they kept the story out of the papers I never would have known about it if Clarkie, who was Susie's lawyer, hadn't told me. DOT: I haven't heard about Sue, but guess what I did Know don't be madi. I bought some red hair from Eleanor Hamilton and Wilhelmine. They have the nicest shop where people like me that have always wanted red hair can get it. NANCY: Oh, Dot. You'll create a scandal. But speaking of scan- dals, Tee is divorcing her second' husband: she never could make up her mind. And of course Donna is already a gay divorcee. Can you imagine her divorcing her husband for neglect? DOT: Not really! Well, there's one person I know who has a calm, peaceful marriage-that's Martha . . . no worries, no troubles, no children, and most of the time no husband la professor has to study a lot to keep up with thingsl. NANCY: Have you seen Ir. lately? Monk insists he looks like her, but I think he's exactly like his father . . . I haven't seen or heard of Amelie, have you? She seems to have just faded away. DOT: No. . . Oh! Poor Beth. Last week Maude Ellen cracked up her plane on the Flea's chicken farm. Maude wasn't hurt but Beth is still out trying to catch her chickens. NANCY: That's too bad . . . Did you know that Connie Wiener is still being held in Martinque as a spy? I do hope she will come out of all that trouble all right. DOT: Me too. Say, you know Mary Allen and Marilyn have quite a business in their Debut Shop, what with Mary Allen's swell designs, and Marilyn's genius for taking care of the money. Mary Pugh buys all of her clothes there, which is good enough advertisement for any shop. NANCY: That's right. My goodness, Dot, it's time for Wogan and Thomas on the Crone-Bone Program-dog food you know. I never miss it. Bye-bye. Call me soon.

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THE SPECTATOR Twenty-nine fa 1 'S'- 4 -J -.. ' Q rf fc NANCY: Hello, Dot. This is Nancy. I hope you're not too busy to talk: I just have to tell you! I ran into Grace Gould yesterday. She's here for that author's convention. You know she has created quite a sensation, writing weird things , betriending struggling young artists, and more or less taking Gertrude Stein's place in the literary world. DOT: I sure would have liked to see her but I had a luncheon yester- day for some circus people. Remember Pat O'I-lara? Well, she married the man on the flying trapeze and now they're doing an act together. The fire eater in their troupe took quite a fancy to me and wouldn't leave until the men's national swimming champion twho is spending the Week- end with mel put out his fire. NANCY: I wish you would introduce me to some of those strange people that are always visiting you. Nothing exciting ever happens to me. DOT: Why, Nancy, I've seen your smiling face advertising Pearl Harbor tooth paste at least three times today. NANCY: Dot, there is nothing exciting about brushing one's teeth. Now if I were Harriet Blish and posed with handsome men for lipstick ads . . . that would be different. DOT: I wouldn't gripe, Nancy. Think of Dee Dee Havard modelling foundations six hours a day . . . Oh, by the way. Were you invited to Ieannie's the dansant, Saturday night? NANCY: No, but Ioan Durland is going with one of the boys from her dating agency. DOT: Connie's going too. You know with the responsibilities of housewife, mother Cthose darling little blue-eyed twinsll, and the presi- dency of the P.T.A. she has quite a lot on her hands. Ot course, not more than Patsy-it is simply Wonderful the way she supports her invalid husband. NANCY: Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. I got a letter from Catherine the other day. lShe and the Mexican artist she married are living in Santa Marial She said she saw Olive, who was chaperoning her mother

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THE SPECTATOR Thirty-one maui P90515 X Poem My F Qther's In The Army Oh! There's something Qbout Q soldier! Before 1 go rushing off hctlt-cocked with ecstQcy-1 must tell you Cot course I cQn't-but I'1l tryl how wonderful it wQs to see PQpQ G1l9f 'two yeQrs of living with Q memory. PQpQ of 1939 wQs Q mQn of fifty, short-Qnd Cl must be irQnkl fQt. He WQs someone who took me to the movies Qnd tQught me to drive Q CGI- Qn Qngel who Qllowed me to chQlk up Q 55200 Qccident to experience. I wQs Q kid in 1939-but this WQs Christmds, 1941, Qnd I wQs beginning to get scgred. WhQt should I tQ1k Qbout? Would he be stuffy Qnd old- fgshioned? Oh!!! Christmas, 1941-WhQt Q mQn! Why he QctuQlly Qsked me if I'd seen Qny QttrQctive young men worth getting under the mistletoe! And now, to top it Qll, he's in the Army Qnd Skinny too Che only Weighs eight pounds more thQn I do! Yes, 1'm icrtl. lust think-l've hUd to brQg Qbout my uncle in the Army, but now, l'm Q CQptQin's dQugh- ter. The whole iQmily hQs gone wild! My grQndmother expects Q second MQcArthur Qny time now, Chloe is disgusted thQt PQpQ isn't Q Genergl so she cQn brQg to the Colonel's dQughter next door. MQmQ isn't pgrticu- 1Qrly excited-she sQW him in the lQst wQr. LilQ wQnts to know it he's Q soldier or Q SergeQnt: Qnd whQt Qbout me? Well- He mQy be Q greQt big genergl He mQy be Q SergeQnt-MQior Or he mQy be just Q privQte in the line, line, line. lt's Q militgry vest, seems to suit the lQdies best! There's something Qbout Q soldier thot is iQne! fine! fine! 42.