Mount Ida School - Ye Idler Yearbook (Newton, MA)

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K ,- X s In the street, we hailed a cab and whom should the driver be but Winifred Peterson. She has organized her own cab company and all her chauffeurs drive little green Fords. Driving to the Winter Garden, we were stopped by a mounted policeman, intending gruffly to reprove our driver for speeding, anger turned to delight for our arrester was Eleanor Locke mounted on 'AEbony. Continuing up Fifth Avenue, I saw a sign, 'AlVIauch Monkey Emporium. How well I remembered lVIeryl's fame at school! A bit further on, I saw Anita Lamb and Virginia Hatchell hurrying out of an automat, and Janet informed me that they now owned many of them, a great aid for school- girls dashing downtown for luncheon. Finally we arrived at the Winter Garden and we were first met at the door by Eleanor Showalter, silently taking tickets, and chewing gum. As she looked very glum and did not seem to notice us, we went on in and came upon Carolyn Fay selling multi-colored balloons and licking spun candy off her fingers. She looked very cheerful and seemed to be doing an excellent business. As we walked toward our seats, wild strains of Fair Harvard came to our ears and looking in the direction whence they came, we dis- covered Betty Lewis playing the calliope. Great was our surprise when on reaching our seats, we found UDot Cone sitting there cheerfully eating peanuts and scattering the shells for miles about her. She said she spent a great deal of her time there now, for she liked to be among old friends. While we were waiting for the circus to start, Janet told me a bit about our old classmates. Amelia Sheldon is now editor of Cupid's Diary and is doing exceedingly well. Clara Kent is head librarian of the Boston Library and finds it very interesting. Hazel Harris has married an Argentine, and now lives in Porto Rico. With a tear in her eye, Janet told me that Georg- anna Clement was now at the state insane asylum-a hopeless case of math- mania. While we sat there talking, Doris Locke entered, now a bleached blonde, surrounded by many sables, three husbands, and seven children. She was followed by all seven children, different in size, and each carrying a balloon and a popcorn ball. Then the parade began and in it was Iola Silver, splendid in purple velvet and riding on the back of a white elephant. The first act of any interest to us was that in which Nancy Jane appeared, marvelous to see in pink tights, and riding bareback around the ring at a terrific pace. We now discovered the ringmaster to be Louise MacNaughton, wearing a high silk hat and wielding a long whip. Loudly she announced the sensation of the evening-App and Wilkins, who had long since replaced Ringling's trained seals, by their mar- velous nose act. This feat was indeed wonderful to see, for they even walked on their noses-Lea's a bit red from the proximity of the lemonade. On our way out we decided to see the side-shows and just outside dis- covered Shirley Mahl ballyhooing a patent medicine van. She is still an ardent admirer of Poslum, but deals also in Sloan's liniment and many splendid tonics. In the side show, we saw the famous Madame Reinero- wisest woman in the world. By this time a great crowd had gathered over in one corner, waiting to see the mermaid With great curiosity we entered and saw in a glass tank full of water, Libby Hurd gazing mournfully forth. When we waved at her, she flicked her scale-encased feet and with a bored yawn glided out of sight. Calling this a day well spent, Janet and I returned to our hotel, to talk over, once again, our friends of the Senior Class of '3 l. LESLIE FRIEND. H51

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'Q CLASS PROPHECY SHORTLY after I ended my tour for the summer of 1950, appearing before the crowned heads of Europe as The Mathematical Wonder, I became inquisitive as to the whereabouts of some of my old classmates at Mount Ida. Knowing Janet Beecher to have an establishment in the city, I looked her up in the classified ads--yes, there it was: Janet Lulu Beecher Trunk-moving done successfully between the hours of 5 and 7 A.M. You sleep: we move COHicial trunk-movers for Jewett Hall, Mount Idaj I knew Janet would be a success at that-how well I remembered the good old days when I was recalled to consciousness by a gentle bang! Wham! of trunks overhead at 5:30 in the morning. Ah, yes-good old Janet. She must be superb! Excitedly, I 'phoned her. Yes. she would spend the week- end with me at my hotel and we would be able to talk over old times. As I left the 'phone booth, I was confronted with a blatant poster, ad- vertising, HB. C. L. R. Hairdye and Germicidef' picturing a Vermillion-headed female extending a bottle of the fluid. Blond Curls Look Red: Be Clean, Look Right. Oddly enough, it seemed to me I'd seen that face before- Bea Roe-to be sure! Now a famous young woman: we expected great things from Bea after her release from Syracuse. The next thing of interest was a soap-box orator on the corner, shouting loudly, i'Bring.the kiddies over here and have their photos snapped on a pony! Treat the kiddies! Nice little pony! Give the kiddies a treat! Only takes three minutes! Why, it was Georgia Lasley. living up to her old reputation of photographer for the IDLER. Not bad, I thought, and looking up, a scrolled gilt sign caught my eye: Sarah Phillips, Charm School 'Send your daughter to my select finishing school. Give her the opportunity of my extensive experience. My attention was then quickly called to a woman and man each pushing a go-cart and pulling a coaster-wagon crammed with children. 'AMarion, I cried, and sure enough, it was Marion Ehlers and her husband, Ken, in the city to see the sights. As I entered the foyer of the hotel where I was to meet Janet, I read the announcement that the i'Russian Choir, The Singing Horsemen of the Steppes will sing at Carnegie Hall, August sixth, conducted by Marion Bacon. This announcement was accompanied by a picture of her in tunic and breeches, playing the flute. The next minute I espied Janet and after the usual greetings were over, she said, Do you remember Nancy Jane Cassa- day? Well, she is appearing in a circus at the XVinter Garden now and if you'd like to see her, I think we can get tickets. While she was trying to get the tickets at the desk, I observed a very boisterous party in a corner of the lounge and discovered it to be Athena Stavros, Edith Pinkos and Lois Mat- thews loudly discussing their famous subject, since they had recently estab- lished a club for the abolishment of boarding schools. As I passed through the hotel with Janet, she called my attention to a sign announcing, 'fTremaine Beret Association. HThey're holding their annual meeting, she said, and I saw Aurelie in the same beret the other day, that she used to wear at school. Same old Aurelie, same old beret. This, however, surprised me not at all, for We all rather expected she would come to this. M41

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S Y Eg? D'-E R x SENICR CLASS SONG TUNE- When Day is Done Our Senior year Draws to a close And memories throng Of thirty-one And things we've done-the years along- Our thoughts will be turning In years that come and go, To our school-Mount lda- High on that hill-top We all know. So in the days That now remain For our class here, With friendliness We'll finish out the year: With loyalty-with hopes held high- With laughing fun- We'll end the year of all years Thirty-one! M61