Oakhurst Collegiate School - Acorn Yearbook (Cincinnati, OH)

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famous dancer was appearing who was creating quite a furor. Much to their surprise, the danseuse proved to be none other than their old friend, Helen. After witnessing her wonderful interpretation of the tem- sichorean art, they awaited their friend in the lobby, and all three adjourned to an attractive tea room which they understood was in charge of a Vassar graduate. There, gliding about the rooms to see that her patrons were well cared for, was the charming Hannah, who had graduated from Vassar with high honors in Domestic Science. In the midst of their delicious repast a great commotion was heard from without. In rushing to the door, the first words that greeted their ears were, iiWhy should not women vote? Lo and behold! there stood Sarah, standing on a soap box addressing an eager, shouting multi- tude, and wearing the royal yellow and white. Again and again we heard that silver voice demand, Why should not women vote '2 After assisting in the vociferous applause, our trio hurried on to catch the train for West Point, where their play was booked for the following night. Upon their arrival, as they were being driven to their hotel, they passed a beautiful home, on the piazza of which was seated a handsome young officer and his wife. Our friends were attracted first by the number of dachshunds gamboling about on the lawn. Upon further observation we found it was none other than our old friend, Kitty Hauck, who had realized her fondest hope and was living in West Point. She had visiting her Miss Susan Semple, who had joined the galaxy of rosebuds soon after graduating, and during 20 her visit with Kitty was slowly but surely causing many heartaches among the gay and debonair West Pointers. After leaving West Point, the travelers' next stop was Boston. As they had many hours of leisure in that delightful, historical spot, they planned to view some of the points of interest. There was pointed out to them a young ladies seminary con- ducted by Miss Katharine Pratt, who had gained world-wide fame by discovering the fourth dimen- sion. With her was one of her old classmates whom the noted psychologists had under observation, try- ing to discover how many words it was possible for a human being to say in a second. It was none other than 'iWindy Sherrill, whose rapidity of speech was the envy of auctioneers and book agents. Later in the day, while shopping, they ran into Laura, who had arrived at fame and fortune by the invention of the celebrated isGraham Instantaneous Hair Curlers. Their next booking was at Oxford, that delightful little Ohio college town of which their old friend, Prissy, always so loyal to Oxford, was the registrar. From Oxford they went to their school town, Cin- cinnati, where the week was spent in renewing old friendships. One of the first to greet them was their dear Kitty Ernst, who was very charming in her latest Parisian togs. Kitty was happily married, and was mistress of a home noted for its art treasures, which had been collected in many tours of the world. One of their interesting visits in Cincinnati was to what was described as the latest innovation in riding schools, conducted by the famous equestrienne,

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paths which wound in and out of the grove were bor- dered with liowers of every hue. So enthusiastic was I that I completely forgot that as yet I did not know what I was to see and had not even inquired. So far the little man had volunteered no informa- tion, and I was on the point of inquiring about our whereabouts, when he suddenly stopped in front of a wall apparently of stone, but which was covered with vines so thick and heavy that not a stone could be seen. To this the little man walked quickly, and, pushing aside some of the vines, disclosed, to my amazement, a very small door. Into this he put a long golden key, whereupon the door swung open. Step- ping aside, he signaled to me to pass through, and I entered into a wonderful cave. For the first few moments I was stunned by the wonder of my sur- roundings. There were piles of gold, beautiful cas- kets of every description, filled with precious gems and jewels, curios from all lands, besides many robes of beautiful silks and satins, and other wonderful things too numerous to mention, with which the cave was filled. But still I wondered Why my strange guide had brought me to the cave, until finally he came towards me and led me to a curiously carved old chest into which he told me to look. I complied With his request, very willingly looking at the many antiques and jewels which it contained. At the bot- tom I noticed a scroll or manuscript which I was about to toss carelessly aside, when the ribbons with which it was tied caught my eye. Yes, there they were, the wonderful gold and blue, the colors of the Class of 1914. Upon examining the scroll more 19 closely, I saw that the title inscribed on it was, Quickly snatching it up, I rushed nearer to one of the amber-colored lights which glowed from the walls of the cave, so as to see it more closely. Yes, there it was, written by the pen of my dear old class- mate, Kitty Wright. In brief, the contents of this historic scroll were as follows: The author herself, it seems, had gone to college from which she had been graduated, and had then started on her literary career. She had already written several well-known books, and a few plays, pronounced by the critics to be of especial merit. one of which was a musical comedy in which Miss Katherine Schell, the well-known prima donna. had sung herself into fame one night. The play was first produced in Paris, and on the night of its premiere, as the playwright and prima donna were leaving the theater together, they heard a familiar voice. Turn- ing, they saw Margaret W., who was in Paris con- ducting parties of tourists around to the neighboring Chateaux and towns. These parties had grown so large that Margaret had at last bought a rubber- neck wagon, from which she called out, through a megaphone, all the places of interest. In this occu- pation Margaret had continued for many years, as she found it both interesting and profitable, despite the fact that it was a great strain on her voice. Finally, after a successful tour abroad with their musical success, the playwright and prima donna returned to their native soil. On the day of their arrival they decided to attend the theater where a

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Marj. Lowman, always a lover of fresh air, whose arena was well equipped with tanks of ozone which discharged automatically volumes of fresh air every half minute. Here the interesting document ended, and I fell To Oakhurst and the memories Of the schoolgirl days we've spent Within her sacred walls, Gaining knowledge as we went, Unfailingly our eyes shall turn, Be we east or west, And to win for Oakhurst glory Shall be the Fourteents quest. 21 into deep meditation over what I had read. When I looked up again. the wonderful cave had disappeared, and I found myself once more in my cozy chair at home, with my history book in my hand. CLASS PROPHET - HELEN PAYNE. Let Oakhurst and her memories Be with every Senior true, Like the glories of a J une morn With the grass all wet with dew, And the sun of knowledge rising, Like a great. red ball of flame, And shouts ringing through the ages, Oakhurst! Honor, Glory, Fame! K. S.. 1914.