Rowland Hall Saint Mark's - Hallmark / Lantern Yearbook (Salt Lake City, UT)

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o tEen ears Jfrom J oto A FTF R an absence of ten years from Salt Lake, I began to long for my old Rowland Hall school chums whom 1 had not seen since June 14, 1923. As I sat musing over our old school days and our foolish pranks, 1 lell into a deep slumber during which I dreamed most vividly the following: I was returning from Ogden on the flag ship of the Swiss Navy. After a long and tedious voyage down the Jordan, we finally sighted the slagg-dump at Murray. Presently we docked on top of the Walker Bank Building and I hastened to locate the girls. Whom should 1 meet on Main Street hut Milly, once so domestic, hut now — an undertaker. She told me how her entrance into this business had happened. She said that since women had become more efficient in business, she had decided that as undertakers had a most remunerative occupation, she would follow the profession. Nobody’s corpses were so beautifully laid out as hers — in fact, she took extreme delight in her work. My next victim was Gladys, who was driving a sight-seeing bus up South Temple. Of course, 1 hoarded her car and sat beside her listening to her spiel, which went something like this: “On the right you will observe the exclusive mansion of Alice B. Macdonald, former principal of Rowland Hall. Please note the fresco of coffee cups and doughnuts, her orinigal idea. On the left you will see the Sharp Flats. This is the only case in the world where a Sharp is Flat.” While 1 was wondering where she had found so much voice, she told me that Grace, our Senior President of ’23, was appearing at the Orpheum with Fred Stone that night, so I attended the performance. My, how she had changed. The agile way she leapt around the stage and the witticisms she hurled at her audience certainly proved her success. In fact, she told me later that she was to take Fred Stone’s place when he should retire in a few months. I recalled that in the old days we always had felt that beneath that dignified exterior there might be lurking undreamed of pos- sibilities of wit and humor. One can never tell! As I passed the Catholic Church, I spied Ruth, or someone that resembled her, all dressed in black and white — mostly black. I jumped ou t of Grace’s taxi with a lack of manners that would have astonished Miss Evans, and rushed frantically to catch her l)efore she should re-enter her sanctuary. There was the same old twinkle in her eye, but that was all. She had been disappointed in love and had 23 t 22

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o Pig listers E are proud of you. Big Sisters, and from each and every one of us to each and every one of you, come our heartfelt thanks for your help and inspi- ration. The example that you have set for us this year means more than we can fully express. The things that you have done to make this school year one of the happiest we have ever had, will not he forgotten. We are sorry to see you leave, and hope that in the future other small sisters will appreciate you as much as we have. For the years to come, we, the Sophomores, wish you, the Seniors, our big sisters of ’23, all the happiness and success that can possibly he yours. Yours for success, THE SOPHOMORE CLASS. 23 21

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c gone into a sanctuary. We never had suspected her of having any love affairs. Cruel world! After leaving her, 1 sailed on for a while, seeming to lose the thread of iny dream. Finally, however, I landed in a store in New York where much to my sur- prise, 1 saw that Rachel was a model for Betty Wales Willowy Forms. She failed to mention how slender she was, hut 1 noticed it nevertheless. 1 left her for a tour through Greenwich village to find Doll, who 1 had been told could he reached at a cafe where she was a saxophonist. She displayed a musical talent which we. had never dreamed she possessed during our school days. That night 1 went to the Century Roof Garden and was paralyzed to discover the principal dancer to he Marion. She certainly was graceful, her ability to trip the light fantastic toe dumfounded me. I then sped over to Africa and alighted in a jungle camp where “steterunt comae, vox faucibus haesit.” Katherine was seated in the center of a circle of Ethiopian children. One never knows what to expect nowadays. Suddenly as 1 was regaining my composure after so great a shock, 1 awoke with a start to the realization that all I had seen was only chimerical and that if 1 didn ' t hurry, I should he late for dinner. — Beth Sands. HE Autumn night was warm and still. Nothing was to he heard, excejit, perhaps, a faint rustle, like that of leaves. Upon tracing the source of this sound, one could see an indistinct white form, stepping cautiously through the leaves. Occasionally she would throw a frightened glance over her shoulder and then with a sob, would continue on her way. Once she uttered a scream, ran, and almost disappeared. At last she paused before the entrance of a large building. Oh! here was her chance, — and she quietly slipped into the door- way. Feeling her way in the darkness, she came upon several large objects. Once she sighed and stopped short. What if it weren’t there after all? But she must find it! And then with a muffled cry, she leaped up, for there it was, just the box for a stray chicken to roost upon! — Bertha Kastor. 23