Sarah Dix Hamlin School - Epilogue Yearbook (San Francisco, CA)

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in-laws and marred marriages is so widely known, had just eloped to the continent with her sponsor. Blatchly also reported that Courtney Cowgill, brilliant playwright, had turned her talents to writing the latest comedy hit, California, The newspaper print whirled before my eyes, and, the next thingI knew, I was in Washington, D. C. where the city was in an uproar over Senator Patty Lynch's latest report on international relations. I saw Iane Sine who said that she was now writing an explanation of income taxes for Einstein and a Spanish book entitled Buenas Dias Manana! Down the street I could hear Latin music, upon investigating, I discovered the Pellas School for Rhumba Dancers whose slogan is We'd like to see Murray Rhumba as well as Pellas. Next door a large sign proclaimed If you want to make a hit, come to us, we give you 'IT'. It was near the entrance to a charm school run by Carter Rowe. Darkness closed in to transport me to San Francisco where I came across Dorothea Vogel and Carol Lee in business bottling the famed California liquid sunshine. From the door of a little white rose-covered cottage Carolyn Tilton greeted me with two angelic kiddies at her side. She told me that Betty Druehl is now in India drilling Fuzzy Wuzzies and that she has just read the published Lettres and Memoirs of Louise Mesherry. Then I went to the Opera House where Enid Henley was giving a violin recital. In place ofencores, after each number she plays a Harry Iames record for her enthusiastic audience. During the intermission I met the versatile musician, Marilyn Sullivan, who is now writing a thesis for her Masters degree entitled, I swam, Why don't you? Upon leaving the Opera House, I bumped into Ianc Vinson who was rushing to a meeting of The Red-Headed League of which she is now president. Downtown, at Podesta and Baldocchi's I was welcomed byThekla Wurlitzer, an original interior decorator, who told me that she is going to give the Hamlin School girls some help on their fashion show decorations. With Thekla were the ever vivacious Irwin twins-Ioan, the editor of Woman's Wardrobe, and Iean, who illustrates the famous What to Wear magazine. As I wandered along, I was startled by a familiar- Now, Kiddies, and I beheld Georgia Korbel with three little girls of assorted ages in white

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fm 011555 BOPHGGY PEANUT BUTTER, swiss cheese, raspberry jam, cucumber, liverwurst, pickle relish, bacon and tomato on rye. Fortified by these succulent mot- sels, I staggered to bed to lose myself in the arms of not so gentle sleep. Almost immediately I began to dream-- I found myself amid the swaying palms on the sands of a tropical isle, waves lapping romantically on the shore when a large coconut fell on my head. I looked up and, to my utter amazement, saw Dale McClanahan perched cross-legged on a high palm piping Six Lessons to Mme. La Zonga to a rather bewildered tropical snake. Dangling upside down on a neighboring limb was the inimitable Donna Sullivan giving a weird imita- tion of an ape for a group of incredulous natives.Then I perceived Marilynn Dineen strolling along the beach with two handsome bronzed explorers and muttering to herself When 'will I learn not to make two dates for the same time! The scene faded and I was in New York where at every street corner journal headlines proclaimed that Phil MacGavin and Peggy Adams had completed their round-the-world flight in a helicopter. I learned that this tremendous feat had been made possible by jane Swank's capable organiza- tion of a Society for the Annihilation of Gremlins. Opening the paper, I noticed a column entitled, Flashes by Blatchly-or Hloanie on the Spot . There I read that Ioyce Pringle, the noted actress, was spending a month's vacation with her husband at the gracious Whitesides Manor. Also- Patsy Payne, the fair-haired girl of Radio City, had married the writer of those vigorous Pepsi-Cola commercials. The famous Dr. Gloria Miller, conductor ofthe Sad Spill Hour of the air, whose advice about injured

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middies and blue serge skirts, and three little towheaded boys who were all addressing their mother at once. As she hurried along her Quiet, Kiddiesn faded into the distance- The noisy blares of a megaphone increased as I drew near the Olympic meet where Annabelle Dodson had just made the world's high jumping record. In a box was well escorted Patricia Moffat, who told me she is doing research for her thesis on the Evolution of Man. Peanuts, crackerjack, ice cream, echoed across the stadium and, looking up, I saw Margaret Deterding who Put down her box of crackerjack and informed me that she was the head of the concession due to the shortage of venders but spent most of her time feeding popcorn to her enthusiastic triplets. The walls closed ing there was an awesome silence in the laboratory. The little room was tensely quiet except for Rosemary I-Iomer's whistling of Pomp and Circumstar-ice as she split another atom into quarters. Mary Henning was taking candid pictures ofthe minute particles to record them for future generations of Ioneses. Ioan Quigley, who was visiting chemist in the famous laboratory, was figuring out the trigonometric functions of I-I to O. All ofa sudden she jumped up and screamed madly, 'Tve got it at last. She rushed over to the great apparatus, followed by the excited Rosy and Mary. The apparatus turned green, then a weird purplish black-then dead white-and it petcolated violently, followed by a terrific explosion. I opened my eyes to behold my disheveled covers and my pillow which had fallen to the Hoot.