St Lukes Hospital School of Nursing - Blu Chambray Yearbook (San Francisco, CA)

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L'Gpera Comique, Paris, fair women, beautiful gowns and Ruth Scofield, high- est paid Prima Donna, bowing to her audience, the most noted of which is her fiance, an educated Head Hunter. A white lined turf field 5 banners, yells, music and Ethel Lawrence, aspirant of ffreat thinffs, cheering' the victorious football team com Jrised of her eleven huskv 6 'Cr 4 D .. 50115. America's Heiress, cold and beautiful among her riches, titled noblemen and crowned heads whom she has compromised, offering their entire fortune in return for their good names. I looked more closely, and recognized Myrtle Shoenduby. Terrific heat g scorching sands, beautiful mirages and Ruth Dinwiddie, selling all the swamp land in Death Valley to unsuspecting Chinese imigrants. The premiere performance of the Tasmanian Ballet and the Ballerina. a lithe, graceful creature, floating around to the strains of Les Papillionsf' I could not believe my eyes, but the witch assured me it was Clarice Lyman and that her suc- cess as a dancer had been instantaneous. I Tracks shining in the sun 5 a breathless crowd and a two huge locomotives bearing down upon us. The great transcontinental race is almost finished. Cheers! The winner, all smiles and soot, bows from the cab window of her iron horse to receive congratulations. It is none other than Blanche Runels. A dim, velvet hung hall 3 weird lighting 3 deathlike stillness and Madame Octavia, the famous clairvoyant holding a seance. Through the veil covering her face I recognized Sadie Ames. An attractive bungalow, apple trees and shingle swinging in the Wind which reads, The Duck Pond for Diabetic Ducks. Marie Oskey, in gingham and or- gandy is feeding the ducks their calories and guarantees to kill or cure all ducks sulifering from diabetes. A sumptuous drawing room showing evidence of a recent struggleg broken chairsg smashed mirrorsg Howers here and yon and in the midst of all this havoc stands Helen Emlay, the hot tempered Countess of Hottentot, browbeating her husband into buying her another pair of brass earrings. I see the interior of the oft abused Lyceum theater, with Evelyn Andell fea- tured in The Screens Siren. Famous all through training for her many Hirta- tions, she is still notorious for the trail of broken hearts she leaves behind her. A mud hut, a tabby cat and Molly Colbert digging in her vegetable garden. She is the only old maid hermit in existence and is said to be the author of the words, Love Is Blindf' Microscopes, test-tubes, Bunson burners, smocked figures working over them, a research laboratory. Supervising all is Professor Minerva Haggerty, the world's most renowned scientist. Her studious mind has led her into many new fields and she has just completed a treatise on, W'hy the Mexican Hairless Never Moltsf' I39l

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6' tg The scene merges into a cool oliice, I see a uniformed figure at the desk and T.S,O. emblazoned over the door. lt is none other than Nell Stoner, Superin- tendent of Nurses in Milpitas City and County Hospital. It is night and the bright lights of the city are shining. The Salvation Army holding a meeting and one of their little band is endeavoring to sell doughnuts to the ruftians that come and go. I was most surprised to recognize Lillian Holmes. A circus tentg the saw-dust ringg peanut vendersg the roar of hungry lions and Lorraine and Florence Schneider performing daring stunts on a white charger. ljillboards and spectators speak of them as the Sensational Schneider Sisters. The interior of the notorious llloulin Rouge, Paris and lilise Stangland, adorned in a string of pearls and a smile. doing the Black Bottom. She the is the only dancer living who still remembers it. The Riviera and Monte Carlo. Alicia Robbel, the new social hostess, is strolling among her guests. lt is rumored she is looked upon with favor by the town crier. T anforan racetrackg a crowd Warranting record-breaking box receipts. The at- traction is llliriam Cummings, bicycle racing champion. Aside from seeing a fast race, they say it is worth the price of admission to watch her handle her bicycle. The wilds of central Africag luxuriant growthsg bright plumed birds and Flor- ence Sexton, still several jumps ahead of Billy Sunday as an Evangelist and re- former, at work among the unenlightened Pigmy tribes, endeavoring to prove to them that Moonshine is not a substitute for Nennens Baby Food and that smoking among their infants will lead to a race of grotesque giants. , The pictures becomes civilixed once more and I make out the salon of Violet Cooke, beauty specialist de Luxe. The feminine world is at her feet. Vtlith a word the apprentices take the most wrinkled dame of sixty and transform her into a charming girl sixteen, guaranteed permanent. lt only takes several thousands of dollars to make it easy for Miss Cooke to say that word. The dim aisles of a cathedralg tapers burningg a choir chantingg a ceremony in progress and I see Loretta Foltz, long spoken of as Gertie the Golddigger, who having found nothing in her favorite pastime but fur coats and diamonds, taking the veil and the name of Sister Celeste. The head lines of a newspaper Hash in the crystal, Constance NVhite, Globe- trotter and VVild Game l-lunter Goes liankruptf' The print fades and l see 6'Ye Blue lioar Tavern in the Swiss Alps. Only the Count Compata de lllanzanas, knows who the blushing and buxom harmaid is who has lately come there. It was iinished and without ever another word, the witch took the generous sum offered by my escort and returned to sorting her herbs. Wfe returned to our car after scattering some coins among the Gypsy children and needless to say. our conversation for many a day. turned to the marvels we had seen in the magic crystal. l140l