Richmond High School - Shield Yearbook (Richmond, CA)

Page 20 text:

ne = = att — a “anes o —

Page 19 text:

Library Girls The first social meeting of the year was held at the home of Eleanor Robison in Hercules. The girls caught the early train up to Hercules and then Eleanor and her father took the girls on a sightseeing trip through the Hercules powder plant. The girls then returned to the house and had a delightful supper for which each girl furnished some part. The next social meeting of the year was held at the home of Virginia Campbell. This was in the form of a Valentine party. A buffet supper was served, after which the girls enjoyed dancing and games. Then after school a little social party was given in the library. It was in the form of a Hawaiian party. Miss Barth, who used to be advisor of the club, cent adorable place cards for this party. Several of the girls brought their ukuleles and they had music and singing. The last meeting was in the form of a farewell party to the Senior library girls. It was a delightful party held at the home of their advisor, Miss Weatherby. Senior Girls The first meeting of the Senior girls was last semester. “They started this semes- ter by entertaining the Junior girls and faculty at a tea in the Richmond Club House. Everything was carried out in the Spanish style, many of the girls wearing Spanish costumes. The first regular meeting of the semester was held on February i5th, at Evelyn Carson’s home. ‘This was in the form of a Valentine party. Marguerite Beckhaus had a St. Patrick’s Party for the girls on March 15. Willette Davis and Harriet Fitzgerald entertained the girls at Willette’s home on the evening of April 12th. The big party of the year was held on May 3 at the home of Florence Little, with a supper at Live Oak Park in Berkeley. About forty girls went to this party and they sure can tell you about how royally they were treated by Florence. ‘This party brought most of the girls and teachers back to their girlhood days on account of the playground which is in the park. The last party of the Senior girls of 1923 was held at the home of Virginia Eichar on the evening of May 24. She was assisted by Bessie Gerit and Helen Clark and the faculty members, Misses Noble, Kinnear, Gardner and Jordan. At this party the girls received many little favors for their year book so they will te able to remember the last party of the Class of ’23. The girls are going to organize a club as the other graduating classes have done, and a meeting is called for some time in August at the home of Evelyn Carson.

Page 21 text:

Sea a oe Reminiscence Why, I declare. Come in Gladie B., or I should say Gladie H. How utterly inconvenient of you to marry a man named Hecker. I can’t get used to it. Why didn’t you write, and when did you get back from your trip east? Well, Kirby, I do hope you are out of breath for a minute. You certainly have never outgrown your high school days in one respect—that of talking a person to death. Speaking of high school, whom do you think I met at the Grand Central in New York? Don’t keep me in suspense! Who was it? Well, when we got off the overland we were literally beseiged by the red-coated individuals and before I could draw a breath I found myself hanging desperately to the coat-tail of one who had masterfully taken advantage of my frail appearance and taken possession of most of our bags. Don’t ask me where Boyd was—he is a dreadful flirt. But as I was saying, the porter’s back did look vaguely familiar, but imagine my surprise when he turned for his tip and I found it was John Varni. Yes, he said he had decided this was the easiest way to make money and he took me over to see his partner, who ran a taxi. “The latter was no other than Kenneth Stott. It seems he had first become interested in machines at high school when he used to ride around in a certain “red bug.’”’ By the way, what ever happened to Isabelle McGregor? Why, the last I heard she and Merle Nantz had gone in partnership and opened a school in etiquette for the Eskimos up in Alaska. Hm! Can you beat that? She and Harriet Fitzgerald used to be such good friends. “Talk about strange happenings—Harriet and Ruth Gingrich have taken an expedition down to Brazil to see if any of the descendants of their ancestors, the Ama- zons, are still surviving. You remember what wonderful athletes the girls were at high school! I know! Ill get my Senior Annual and we’ll see how many of our old class- mates we can account for. Please move over on this chair because “Tabby likes that one especially and I always humor him. Ah! Here is the annual. Didn’t Florence Clark take a good picture? Don’t say anything, Kirby, but | heard from reliable authority that under the name of “Bernice” she is writing those articles on woman suffrage in the Reviews of Reviews. It sure is no secret that Leo Schreuder is giving stump addresses all over the country advocating the suppression of woman’s rights and making the United States a modern Turkey. He always was a woman hater. Oh, Gladie, you remember Francis Collins, the budding young architect of 1923? The other night there was an article in the paper about some brave missionaries who are going to some heathen islands to convert the natives, and among the names were those of Francis Collins and William Regalia. They both had good lungs and the strength of their convictions. “Turn back that page a minute. Didn’t Clarice look adorable? You should see her now. ‘The other day little Boyd, Jr., came home and said Miss Carey actually slapped his dear little hands. Of course, I rushed down to school to give her a piece of my mind and there stood Clarice—but sadly changed. You heard about her blighted romance? Well, now she has turned crabby and steel hearted to the whole world. Isn’t it sad? Mm! I always have said men are fickle. Speaking of romance, I went to the Q and O last night and saw Madras Heady and Maud Muller in “Love at First Sight.” Madras is some modern Valentino. Isn’t that queer? It was just last week that I saw Art Muth and Margaret Carey in ‘““‘We Were Just Playing.” ‘That certainly was a love-match. You know there were a few vaudeville numbers after the picture and a Hazyl Collyns and Ward Grysham did an interpretation dance. Could they have— Yes, they used to be plain Hazel Collins and Ward Grisham in the good old days. “They graduated from the Savin Brothers School in Terpsichorean Art with flying colors. Isn’t this a queer world ?