Miss Ransom and Miss Bridges School - Yearbook (Piedmont, CA)

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THE YEAR BOOK The Masquerade ES it came and went this year too, and was more delightful than ever. Of course, some were late, their costumes having shown an inclination to come apart about ten minutes to eight. Every year the property closet seems to become more inexhaustible and also the ideas in some heads. Everyone congratulated everyone else on her cos- tume. The professor was a roaring success, the hoola girls were cunning together, and many others wonderfully attractive. The music started briskly, the minutes lengthened into two hours, and the last dance came with many encores. The music left! Yes, there was feast cake and food in abundance. At a sign from Miss Bridges the multitude ceased howling while the prizes were given to the lucky ones. Everyone joyfully thanked Miss Bridges, and on the way up the long brick steps all agreed it was Just per-r-rfect! E. M. The Basketball Supper HE Basketball Supper this year was an extremely educational affair. The Senior stunt was a prophecy of what each individual would be twenty years from now. There were four still in College, there were also a Salvation Army worker, a piano reciter, a lunatic, and others who had chosen equally fascinating careers. The Juniors looked rather dirty, but the real reason for this was that they were portraying characters in Uncle Tom's Cabin. Eliza, repre- senting the Seniors, finally managed to cross Examination River over very thin ice. There was a sappy Sophomore, and Topsy, an athletic Freshman. Eva, representing the Juniors, gave the impression of ever mounting upwards. She went to heaven via the ropes. The Sophomores gave a presentation of the home coming of Odys- seus, slightly modernised. There were lovely sirens Cl wonder that Odysseus withstood them as well as he didl, a reproachful Circe, and various other visitors who rode in on bicycles. The Freshmen delighted us all with their radio productions. There were police and fashion re- ports, a beautiful soprano solo, and a perfectly charming bed-time story. Then the songs were sung, and the Seniors went out singing their farewell, Among the Hills and Dales of Piedmont. The prize for the best stunt went to the Juniors with honorable mention to the Fresh- men. The award for the best song went to the Seniors with honorable mention to thejuniors. E. S. l5sl

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THE YEAR BOOK The ftmiorfSenio'r Dance HE moment of comparative calm before the long-awaited storm has arrived, evening dresses are laid out on beds, exciting boxes of flowers arrive each minute, the dining-room ceiling is covered with balloons, an hour more and the storm will break! Slowly the chaotic rooms develop into well-ordered ensembles. Then comes the first ring of the doorbell, an anxious wait-only a telegram-and then at last cars begin to come down the esplanade: lights glisten on puddles, and mas- culine voices begin to sound through the lower halls! Avila, your man is here, and Avila, with a last appraising look in the mirror, disap- pears. Let us follow Avila through the evening, for we should be lost if we tried to watch the fortunes of all these young ladies. So we trail Avila down the stairs past several excited couples, and then a little timidly into the open space by the front door. Now she sees her young man and walks toward him, a bit shyly. His relief at seeing a familiar face in the crowd is evident, and a moment later she is thanking him for her flowers. They wander in to greet Miss Bridges, and we stand afar and watch Avila's pretty manners, her unbelief at the sight of so many younginmiintuxesinthe.Ranson1Schoolconunonuxxnn,and,heres cort's embarrassment upon being introduced. As we wait for Avila to come out, the anxiously awaited orchestra arrives, and soon music starts in the dining room. Avila tears herself away from a group of admiring youngnmn,andsheandherpanmermmndthehxvaytothedhungroonn where already the floor is on the way to being full. Excitement grows, balloons pop, programs seem to be of little use to us in finding partners! The Stags now a bit abashed by the enormous number of unknown girls plunge into the throng and emerge-triumphant. We catch glimpses of Avila smiling sweetly at some unknown cut-in, and then at another, we evidently made a popular choice: we find her partner at our side a bit distressed by her elusiveness. I-Ie plunges, and we see Avila's wel- coming smile, we glance about, Avila is not the only girl who is enjoy- ing this overpowering popularity. The supper-dance is announced and a liacklhmfonnsinthedoortothepanuy,andsoonyoungrnmubeadng food and drinks emerge. Couples and groups, balancing precarious plates on their knees, form all over the first floor. We follow Avila to the common-room, and leave her in a deep conversation with her partner, while we go sight-seeing. Several men are singing softly in Miss Bridges' office to an ecstatic group of girls, some talented youth is playing the piano in the common-room and several people are doing solo Charleston steps. The last dance arrives, incredibly soon, and is encored and encored. But all good things must come to an end, and Avila with her mollified escort, file out and bid good-night to Miss Bridges and the faculty. H. T. l59l