Starrett School for Girls - Starette Yearbook (Chicago, IL)

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FATEPP A thin, tired-looking girl of about eight, with a drawn look around her little mouth and eyes, stood on a busy corner in the large city of New York. Papers! papers! extra paper!! she cried. A man came by and roughly pushed her aside, thus causing her to fall, hitting her head on the walk. He went busily on his way, while her tiny form lay on the sidewalk in the shelter of the newsstand, unnoticed. Finally the stooped figure of an old man, with white hair peeping from beneath a worn and dirty cap, tottered slowly past and stopped, turned around and came back. He knelt stiffly down, and with much effort picked the little limp form up in his arms, and after unsuccessfully inquiring as to who she was or where she lived, he decided to take her to his home. By the time he had hailed a cab, she had opened her eyes and asked in a quivering voice, Where am I? Who are you? It,s all right little one, I'm taking you some place where you won't be kicked around like a stray dog--and just call me Tom. At this assurance, she closed her weary eyes and lay in perfect content. When she opened them again, it was quite dark and she was in a soft bed. At first she was frightened and started to cry, but soon the tempting odor of frying bacon and eggs soothed her excited nerves and aroused her curiosity. Softly she crept over to the door and opened it. Her bare feet ran lightly along the hall until she came to a door where light was streaming through the cracks. Two men were talking, first in subdued voices, then in high, loud and gruif tones. She crouched down in the corner and listened. No more buts and ifs, Red. I tell you I'm through! She recognized the voice of her rescuer. Well, I tell you you ain't! Foist, you ain't got no good reason for quittin' meg second, you know I can't do the designs for th' bills. Red, you're a lot younger than I am. I owe you a lot for saving my life three years ago, and besides, you're the making of a really fine fellow. One of my reasons is that if I leave you'll have to go straight for awhile at least and perhaps get in some- thing honest. Profit by my experiences and believe me when I say this counterfeiting racket doesn't pay! My second reason is that little girl I picked up. I'm not raising her to be a crook, she's too much like a tot I once knew. I've taken her and she's my responsibility. Now if that's not enoughi- 1Come on out to my old shack in the mountains with the little girl fproviding she has no parentsj and me. just think? Squeak, boom, the door swung open and his responsibility tumbled in on the floor! Sorry, sir, but I-you, augh-, here she stopped and cried as only an over-wrought eight-year-old can. Never mind, little one, everythingis all right. Come and sit on old Tom's lap and I'll fix you something nice to eat. She quickly scampered to his lap and eyeing the food hungrily said, You know, you're just like the Man my mama always told me about. She used to talk to Him when He wasn't even in the room, and tell him to please send daddy home. He gave kids eats and made them glad, too. Bless you, little one, I only wish I were! For the next fifteen minutes Tom was so absorbed in Little One, and Little One was so absorbed in Tom, that when Red left he went unnoticed. Red had come back and was standing in the doorway, nervously fumbling with his cap. Little One looked up from her food and with her eyes suill fastened on Red walked over to him. He turned quickly away. Daddy? Daddy? It is daddy! I know! Don't leave me, daddy! Please!! she tearfully cried, grabbing his hand imploringly. Red seemed to be fighting with himself, started to push her away, then seemed to weaken. He turned like a flash, knelt, and jerking her to him almost smothered her in his arms. Tears were streaming down his face as he said in a choked voice, My little kid! Babv girl! You ain't forgot me all QConti'nued on Page 44.2 Thirty

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Freshmen Alzrom, flu' lI,dlL'II of a muy Jay S fm IISOVX MRS, MINNIIA. M. BURT, Clam Sjlozzmr Miss FR,xNc11zs HUl I4', sm-ml SPOIISOI' Miss EVHLYN Kl'lN'1PI'fli, Comm. Sjmnxor Oj'ivc'1'x DORA JANE KAMPS l'ri'xiif1'ul Dura jane, our prcsidcnt, Thc Frcsl1mcn's guiding star. Qlxpnblc .ls lc.1dci', l And bound to lcgul U9 far. MARY PLAlsT1iD Vin'-I'r'1'5'iil1'rll Our next in rank, vicc-prcsidsnt, In social work licr time lms spent: And we .irc rcndy in QI band, To givu this lirrlu girl .1 lmml. LUELLA MQCALLA Sui'willvjy-Tn'11x111'i'r Our secretary, so dcmurc, ls tried .md true, and quick and sure. licvidcs her other work, slxc rcndx The minutes of our prcvious deeds. lam' Cirulziwi ,if I .55 'liumifj' X im

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FRIYSHMAN CLASS Iioffvm Rout F. Orcnstein, L. Atwood, L. McCalla, D. Kamps, M. Plaistcd, D. DeWitt, M. A. An- derman. Sfwmil Row: N. J. Malmfeldt, Ii. Stewart, J. Sherwood, Mrs. Burt, R. Arnstein, D. Wfaters, M. Buckley. T012 Row: il. O'Neill, C, Grawoig, J. Canavan, R. Wilsoii, G. Field, G. Hunt, Sultan, V. Tompkins. Almwl: M. AI. McDonnell. FRESI-IMAN CLASS ACTIVITIES Like a comet trailing clouds of glory, the Freshmen descended on Starrett, twenty- iwo strong with unrivaled enthusiasm, originality and school spirit. They had con- quered the grades-here were new worlds to conquer--and we have to surrender to them and bow in acknowledgment of their undoubted worth. In many fields they have rivaled upper classmen. years their seniors, and met them on their own ground. They successfully opened the social with the traditional Costume I-Iallowe'en Party in the gymnasium. This was especially successful this year. Prizes were awarded to Juanita Anderson and Jane Gilbert for costumes. The afternoon's entertainment con- sisted of fortune-telling, dancing to a good orchestra, and refreshments in keeping with the spirit of the party. The Freshmen became such a congenial group, and found so much in common, that they felt sure their mothers might find much to interest them in each other so they planned to give them this opportunity by giving a Mothers' Tea. Mothers and faculty members were invited to this really delightful occasion, with a program in the studio, showing remarkable talent in the class, followed by tea in the sunroom. It was in sports particularly that individual honors go to a Freshman-Ruth Wilsoii. She was a member of both the all-star hockey team and the Varsity basketball team. It is a distinct honor for a Freshman to win these coveted positions. The Freshman basketball team showed up to very good advantage. The girls were all interested and active in sports. The class maintained one of the most interesting and original bulletin boards for the Lost and Found Committee sponsored by the class. We all feel assured that this class will not fulhll the destiny of the comet it seems, and die a quick death after its remarkably bright fiash, but will find its permanent place among the Starrett stars. 'li11fI'fj'-Oli?