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

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THE YEAR BOOK The Senior Vlkelyend PRIVATE car please-Brookdale-No, it's a phonograph !-Yes, we can buy candy. Oh hurry! And the class of '26 was off on its week- end. As before mentioned, in the abandoned joy of a private car, with phonograph and candy, the three hours previous to the boarding of the second train passed miraculously. Did I say second train? No, it certainly was not that, but rather a large undraped, snub-nosed beetle from whose round eyes many faces could be seen peering as it snorted its way through the trees. Brookdale at last! a lodge with a big fire and a still bigger fire place, a special orchestra, a swimming pool with colored lights playing up from the bottom on its joyful occupants, and finally but really of utmost importance, the dining room. Built to feed the soul as well as the body was the motto and it certainly succeeded in both issues. Through the middle ran a gushing stream whose entrance was heralded by a miniature waterfall. The tables were terraced up on each side, and the sound of rushing water, and the sense of being among the trees, attained by the huge branch-inset windows, only heightened the charm of our surroundings. Sunday morning was spent in walking or swimming and the afternoon in several very wonder ul hours with the Broadwaters at their country home. After an indescribable tea we all returned to the lodge via the truck, and with one more visit to the dining room bade a sorrowful farewell to Brookdale. The Senior week-end was over, but a perfect time we had, and what a memory to keep! A. M. The Senior Cabaret w1LD and vivid circus! Arrayed in their circus best everyone ar- rived and amid shrieks and screams of animals, the bellowing of the masters and hot dog and ice cream sellers, the mob bought their tickets and sat at little tables of four. Blaring of trumpets and silence-then a series of ludicrous lions, a flaming voice bursting into song from the depths of a heaving singer's bosom, the wanton Wiles of the Hwinegar woikers, a dazzling dancer of the charming Charleston and afterwards a stream of hilarious haunts such as the fat lady, the strong man of iron, and the devilish dwarf. After a ghastly glimpse into our futures the whirlwind ended with a frolic of dancers inspired by a blaring orchestra. H. P. ' E601

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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

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THE YEAR BOOK The junior Hay Ride Listen, my children, of what came to pass On the hay-wagon ride of the junior Class On October sixteenth in twenty-hve- It's a wonder that any are now alive. We started off in a hullaballoo After the presents had told who was who, And the good folks of Piedmont stood still in amaze When the trucks full of girls fell under their gaze. The Freshmen amused us with many a ditty And cheered us with songs that were clever and witty All tuned to the Uke with its well-known strum Even those that don't sing were encouraged to hum. Soon we arrived at Sequoia Park Where already the fire had begun to sparkg And after we'd cooked and eaten our fill We put things away and embarked down the hill. There we found that our sisters had started to prance, And Miss Carnochan showed us a new kind of dance, And the Glee Club sang with voices quite clear, But the new members' songs we could hardly hear. Finally the signal was given to leave And we piled in the trucks with many a heave, For each of us felt that our weight had increased Since we'd kept right on eating when we all should have ceased We arrived at school around about eight Which seemed to the boarders an hour quite late, And everyone stated without having lied That it really had been a most perfect Hay Ride. MC l61l