Ossining School for Girls - Quill Yearbook (Ossining, NY)

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THE QUILL for 1916 The Class Prophecy HE Coming Years spread themselves before me in a vast panorama, and there seemed to be one Year which had seen fulfilled all the ambitions and all the hop-es of the Ossining Seniors of 1916. That Year, heralded by Success, and riding in a chariot to which was yoked the Lion of famed prow- ess, bade me travel with her to the nearby and distant parts of the earth. There I should see the achieve- ments of those women of Whose lives-she had once composed a apart. I gladly obeyed the order and rode forth to see. Forests, fields, and mountains, passed by me in rapid unfamiliar succession. The country grew Wilder and more barren as I rode along, 'until at last I stepped forth into the snow of a small Esquimeau village. I saw a troop of children clad in fur from head to toe, and followed them in idle curiosity. They had stopped at the door of a small hut, when I was 'astonished to hear a vvell-known Southern voice. Just .then a sign above the door caught my eye. It read Katherine Crampton-Southern Cake-Walk, Vir- ginia Reel-Hours 4-63' In a short talk with Katherine, I learned how, tired by the idle activities of Mobile society life, she was inspired by the remembrance of Mission Study reports, and decided to fill the great need for North- ern missionaries. But, to her dismay, she found that the Bible, alone, was not sutlicient to please bel' pupils, so she had begun giving dancing lessons. 42 , - as eff' 2 -' THE f Suits' New lf ,g .1 5, gmadw. More allenle ,-I 1'. uleullff .r f an - Flllfi fl lheaii. 3' from ii? you at is ' leuffff Q, , . ol lla ga lnlaire lg lk 'e' llltlll gellrm Inf ' , pohlaz Q Mille lllt 153 wma TEIIUKQQ, lm Sthllg- l Ci ' Ill' K, i false board, lgj, PM boil lil

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THE QUILL for 1916 Success waits for no man, so I hastened on to New York. My rapid course soon brought me to Broadway and Fortieth, where, in the midst of the thronging populace, several Gypsies attracted my attention. When I had stopped in great astonish- ment, I beheld in the center of the crowd the figure of an emaciated violinist who was none other than Frances Erwin. As I moved nearer, a shriek rose on the air. A wild, bent, white-haired figure broke forth from the throng crying Frances, Frances, I've found you at last! I waited to see the happy reunion of Nell and Frances Erwin, not to mention the reward of the patient suitor, who had in turn followed Nell in her frantic chase for her sister, long since abducted by the wandering tribe, who desired her to bring them the money they were sure her playing would get from 'the people. The nearest building of interest being the Metro- politan Opera House, I stopped for a few minutes of Die Walkure. I enjoyed even more than the opera, the music of the orchestra, which was led by a woman. For Lillia Slayton had succeeded the lately renowned Polacco. In one of the boxes, I perceived Miss Marjorie Schnarr, the recently elected president of the General Civic Improvement League, who had shortly before caused a great stir by her art criticism of city sign- boards of the metropolis. As I rode down Broadway, I noticed a tall, im- posing-looking building whose plate-glass windows bore the inscription D. Moore, Mathematical Text- 43