Peabody Demonstration School - Volunteer Yearbook (Nashville, TN)

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interrupted, across the street on that billboard! It's Betty Barbee in an ad for Conti Shampoo. Knew that beautiful hair would get her places. We follow the little man in grey down Fifth Avenue, and get the shock of our lives. Under a huge Harvey's Has It sign, in not so huge letters, is written Bah Mamie, President and jim Marh, Vice-president. Talk about expanding! Continuing our stroll down Fifth our little Grey Man is stopped by a large group of people. Somebody is measuring the Empire State Building. It's Yat Williams. He says he's going to build a bigger one. Look over there in the crowd. Those two buyers from Sak's, Fifth Avenue, Martha Keith and Bettye Schnmpert, are chatting with Lillian Jennings. No Dumpy no more. Du Barry done did it. There goes lean Slaynzaker on the way to her job as hostess at the Hotel New Yorker, and with her is La Dena Wingo, cor- responding secretary for Harvey's. We enter the Empire State and are surprised to see Richard jahnxon, elevator boy. At every fioor we hear Jane Elam'.f sigh, Oh, Nick! After seeing the city from on high we drop to the main floor and proceed on our way. Meandering down Fifth Avenue we notice the little man is entering a pet shopg over the door is a sign, upside-down and backwards- Purchase Pedigreed Poodles at M00dy,J and McMahan's Menagerie. Entering the pet shop, we see Naomi Yampol buying birdseed in one-hundred-pound bags for her jailbirds at the VVomen's Penitentiary. She's a great reformer and raises stool-pigeons. We come out into the drizzle to see Jean Shvrrell, under the Roxy Marquee Spellbound fthat's a pun, sonj by the city's heights. Out of that bookstore across the street appears someone familiar. Her face framed by the stack of books she is carrying, reveals Helen Sharpe, engaged in scholarly research. Hailing a taxi QC. C. C. of coursej, the Spirit whispers to the driver, and he heads for the Stork Club. On the way, we are overtaken and passed by a charging figure on snow shoes shortly preceded by another cab containing one horror-stricken male animal. At regular intervals, we can hear a plaintive cry, Oh, Jack! ! !?! As you probably have guessed, it's Gloria Burton. Upon our arrival, we are met by a hurtling figure on the large side fenormous, that isj. It's just a mirage, we say hopefullyg but, no, it's that great All-American football star, Earl Woolwine, in the pose of a ballet dancer, having been thrown out on his ear by Via Bernal, the bouncer. Ambling in we find Nanny Burch, having just returned from a transoceanic swim. Conversing with her is the glamorous person Jean Friedman, who is now advertising for Coro's exclusive jewelry store. As the little man makes his way through the crowd, he runs into Mervdeth Henry, selling king-size cigarettes. At the check room, we are surprised to find Mary Ann Throne- herry and Cathy Branch, cute in pink and purple tights, lighting over aged Van Johnson's crutch. It seems that he got too old to run any more and Betxye Turner finally caught him for sho', 'cause here she is, with the end of his chain shackled to Page Twenty Two VOLUNTEER

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VOLUNTEER J ,Ea 'WO Prophecy for Class of '46 101 On july 4, 1951, a grey mist hangs over New Yorkg the buildings glisteng water drips from awnings as the pavement steams. A grey figure steps from a doorway into a waiting cab. In the eerie light, he seems transparent-indeed, he is of the other world-the Spirit of '46! As the cab hurtles through the canyon-like streets, he sits quietly in the corner, making notes on long pieces of paper. VVhat are they? VVhy it's a list of the class of '46 at P. IJ. his Alma Mater. Yes. there's- Barbara Amiermn, model for those pictures a la VVatteau by R011 McDonald, foremost artist of the period. It seems he is still drawing her. Let's follow and rind out where he is going. YVhat's this? VVhy. look more closely at the cab. Aren't those letters on the side C. C. C. ? Of course, that's the Cathcart Cab Concern. You remember Mary Louise, the girl who took anybody anywhere any time he wanted to go. Look! The cab is stopping at the VValdorf Astoria. Opening the door is Tommy famimnf I thought I heard that one didn't need an education for a job like that. WVell. we're going in. VVonder what that Hash was. Oh, I see: it's Lew Wallace and his camera from Life. NVho is that behind him? It's Duff Lovin getting ideas for more of her hilarious cartoons for the Tifmxv. She's looking as beautiful as ever. We hear soft C?j music coming from the Wedgewood Room. Something famil- iar? Sure, it's Carl Moor and his Moorish Moors, co-starring Amy Wfzafdinglon and her tantalizing trombone. In the corner is Bill Marlin standing on a soap box singing Onward Christian Soldiers with Angela Brmwl. They are clashing with the Moorish Moors and passing the hat for the benefit of Bill and Angela. At a table surrounded by photographers and autograph hunters, we spot the Vivian Leigh of our time, Sara Cox, appearing on the revival of Gam' Wilh Me Wimi at Radio City Music Hall. Trying to keep the eager fans back is her manager, Belly Huglzex. Wowers model Margie Jomav is attracting just as big a crowd while posing exotically for Creamn C Iaylon-'J sketching. Leaving the companionable group, we follow the spirit into the lobby where we are met by Trudy Lz1.t.wtrr and Katy Afldvrxmz, duo-pianists, who have had a very successful tour. Gossip says Trudy is writing a scandal sheet on the side. Out in the street, we-well what do you know? There's Lucy Wiliam, the new head of the Bureau of Missing Persons, but as I was saying when I was so rudely Page 'Twenty One

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A VOLUNTEER , A , M: sw ' QI her waist. Turning away from this touching scene, we see Cumonover Model Beverly Willis talking with fray lfirzu, the foremost authority on hair knick-knacks. Over there at a corner table is the star of The Afairx of SIIAYIII, .S'1mzr1 Iliff, and coming our way is Admiral lf: ere!! Kelley. Leaving the Stork Club, we follow old '46 back to his ever-waiting cab and are swiftly, but doubtfully, taken to ,lack ,fllark'.r follies. On the way we pass Jean Tyner, now Buntin, strolling down Broadway with illarlha Tnlwilzr, now Hewitt. That's a cute little girl Jean has with her, and we are not going too fast to see the baby in Martha's carriage. By the way-I heard from illarllm Oliwr, also a nevvlywed, that Cfzmlyrz Rus! has married Harvey Lester and is raising a chain of Harvey's and that Peggy Faulk- 716715 littlest tyke won a recent baby contest. But since the follies have already started, we'd better hurry on. Up on the Flatiron Building the lights are advertising the magazine that Bob Helton is putting out under the managership of .S'lf'w Cfrfzgwl. Heard that this sci- entific magazine's staff contained that famous physicist Jlarjorit' DePrie.vl. XVe are a little late for The Follies but our actual purpose is following the Spirit as he meets former Peabodyites. As the grey man seems to know the right people, we get past the doorman and walk down the hall between the dressing rotnns. On the doors, we read such names as Belly Nalgrlzhs' and Peggy Dfzzir, and find Gloria Bruerlf plaque. Continuing down the hall we are confronted by that beautiful blond Katy Lou Marlin. At this next door, is a sign telling us that llarriel Vizfirm is the director of choreography here. After visiting with jack, we follow the Spirit of '46 back to the taxi and we catch the words food and f'Tanksley's. So we travel on to the famed Tarzkxleyk Serve Yourself Remzfzrarzl under the proprietorship of liil! TtI71k.flt'j'. Bill says that he would have his customers cook it themselves except that they like his cook too much. Serving themselves huge steaks and discussing the oncoming horse show are Arm Hines and Narzey Rom, while lfrzrzzoua Gallmmzy, the new manager of the Brooklyn Bumettes, listens in. Having eaten a swell meal there, we leave for Radio City, and on the way, we pass famed Slapsey Maxie's who has such charming waitresses as fllargaret ferzkirzs, Doralhy Parker, and Arm Ellis. The Spirit of '46 decides to walk the last block, since he may run into some friends. And sure enough, as we alight from the cab, we spot liillie Joy Taylor, the eminent author of Eternally Emerald and Mary Liflell Km! who has come to New York to find johnny There go faxejblfirla Carry and jean Allen l'aw.'ll, professors of ab- normal psychology and English respectively. Stiff doses of bicarbonate of soda follow our meal at 'l'ankley's as we continue in the footsteps of-guess who? The little man in grey! QY'all are catching on Page Twenty Three