Oakhurst Collegiate School - Acorn Yearbook (Cincinnati, OH)

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Class Colors K . MARJORIE TIETIG . KATHERINE TREVOR, 33 SOPHOMORE CLASS :3 .Green and White Class Flower. . . . . Narcissus Class Mascot. . . . . Victor Hugo Class Officers .Presidem ELIZABETH YEISER. . . . . Vice-Presz'dem . Secretary and Treasurer ADELAIDE RICHARDSON . . Policeman Class Alice Baur Virginia Kemper Elizabeth Blain Florence Reece Elizabeth Brown Adelaide Richardson Mary Louise Ewan Marjorie Tietig Dorothy Hunter Katherine Trevor Olivia J ames Elizabeth Yeiser 23

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O begin with, it was more of a nightmare than a dream. It started out very nicely, it is true, but in the end it was horrible. It seemed as if I were in an enormous dancing-hall, with marble statues in the different corners, and great, green palms hiding an inspired orchestra at one end of the hall. While I was gazing at the room the orchestra sud- denly struck up a lively one-step and the floor swiftly became full of people I knew very well. The first couple that caught my eye was Julius Caesar madly one-stepping the ttPrincessH around the room. Next I saw HLorna Doone vainly trying to keep step with ttSidney Carton. Carver Dooneit was there also, dancing with 'tPortia. Brutus had chosen Lucy Mannette. Cassius, having scorned womants society,sat and conversed with Enoch Arden and HSilas Marner. Duke Orsino was getting really quite crazy about little Melissafi ttMalvolio was taking Calpurnia for every dance. Jerry Cruncher was entirely devoted to ttViolay, and she didn't like him very well, either. Just as I was noticing them, ttSebastian whirled by With Lady Psyche on his arm. THE SOPHOMORES DREAM j. I Mark Anthony, bound to get the hateful women, I suppose, got ttLady Blanche in a grand right and left and stuck to her all the rest of the evening. There were many, many more of whom I cannot stop to speak, although you would know them too if I told you. But there was one queer pair that I must take time to speak of, Pompey and the nLily Maid of Astolat. There was a quarrel between Pompey, HCrassus and itSulIaf and, oh yes, also the ttGracchif about who should have the fair Elaine for a partner. But Pompey had finally come out victorious. As suddenly as it had begun the one-step stopped and the orchestra began to play some terrible, warlike piece. The crowd stepped back to the edge of the room. They seemed to know what was going to happen, al- though I didnt. All at once they began to bow and exclaim, ttHail to Caesar! nLong live J ulius Caesar! Then entered a man, tall and straight, with the air of a conqueror about him, although his features were somewhat vague, who bowed right and left as he came. He was a very dif- ferent Caesar from the one I had seen dancing with the Princess. Could it be the same one? No! for there was the other one stepping up to him demanding to know why he was pretending to be the real ttCaesarii when everyone knew that he was the real one.