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

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Literary Grave A1111 rv ws Pegasus, jmvlif sfeed, wilb slroke of hoof FHIISUII flve inslliriug wafer of Hijrjmucm fo gush forfb. ROMANCE Silvery mellow moon, Looming, lethal blackness- Dawn, white dawn, soon, Pale skin- S0 young, the moon is old. Tall youth- Dwarfing the trees- Romance. LOSS My heart is bare- the peace that was in your loveg- the warmth that was in your t0uel1g- All are gone. There remains only desolation. Sylvia Mieliell, Senior Jane Hopkins, Senior Tliiriy-.Si i 1 11

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CHICAGO GIRLS' SCHOOL TAKES VOTE Crawford and Gable in Favor With Starrett Students Joan Crawford and Clark Gable are reported to be just too excited over the results of the Questionnaire submitted to Starrett students the last of March. Mr. Gable sent a telegram for both of them fthe depression has at last hit Hollywoodj, saying, Are very proud to win the popularity contest at Starrett-signed Joan and Clark. The runners-up in the contest were Norma Shearer, Greta Garbo, Robert Montgomery and Ramon Navarro. Starrett boarding student had a pleasant spring, for when Wayne King found he had won out over his rivals, Guy Lombardo and Ben Bernie, as the most popular orchestra, he was so delighted that he insisted on coming out to school every evening -except Monday the gets married on Mondaysj-to play for the girls during dinner and study hall. This rather upset the managers of the Aragon, but by an exchange of services with the Starrett Toy Symphony, they have maintained the Aragonis large attendance. Bing Crosby crooned himself right into the hearts of the Starrett girls to win the contest to determine the most popular radio entertainer. When Walter Winchell heard he was only second in the contest, he said, Oh Ka-a-a-y! Starrett School! and dashed oif to compose a letter to Ben Bernie. Longfellow, Poe and Carl Sandburg had a hot contest for the most popular poet, but the final rating was in the order named. Carl was out of town at the time or ' might have made a better showing. Poe also placed in the prose writing contest-only third, however, for Kathleen Norris and Christopher Morley placed first and second. Ballyhoo has come into its own at last, voted the most popular magazine! The editors of Hooey folded up their tents like the Arabs and silently stole away -they were that ashamed! Photoplay was second, and Cosmopolitan third. The Starrett nymphs professed to like swimming the best of all sports to participate in, while football they like to watch best. They also enjoy riding, tennis and golf, and like to watch polo, baseball and basketball. If it is true that one likes best to do what one can do best, Starrett is harboring several Irene Castles, for dancing won by an overwhelming majority as the favorite recreation. Reading was second, and sleeping third. Collecting china menageries and pictures of movie stars QN. B.-There is no con- nection between these two itemsj led as hobbies. Which reminds us that Jeannette Friesem bought another china dog for her dresser, and now she has to keep her hair- brush out in the hall. The attempt on the part of the administration to discover just what it was that girls most enjoyed talking to men about, failed, for the majority of the girls said, It depends on the man. The faculty was extremely disappointed, but was somewhat cheered by the illuminating news that most of the girls, when talking to other girls, liked best to talk about men! Clothes and the latest gossip came in for their share of enthusiasm. too. The last four questions of the Questionnaire were devoted to an attempt to discover what constituted the ideal man. According to the majority, he should be a brunette, although one girl argued, sensibly, that what difference did it make what color his hair was-he'd probably lose it anyway! To the question, Would you prefer to have him good looking or intelligentf, an overwhelming majority were in favor of the latter. However, one girl said, I should want him to be my equal in intelligence. Since we were left to determine whether this meant he was to be intelligent or not, this vote was thrown out. Over half the school admitted that money was a deciding factor in considering marriage, but when asked what was the most important thing they demanded in the man they married, most answered, That he love me! Therefore the conclusion is reached that this brunette Ideal Man should have money, be intelligent and yet that he should love her madly! The results of the questionnaire are being carefully preserved for future gererations. Thirty-Six

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DETECTIVE O'TOOLE Professor O'Toole whistled as he donned his hat, whistled as he passed out the door, and was still whistling as he strolled to the cafe where he and some fellow-instruc- tors were wont to while away their noons with arguments on diversified subjects. Star-gazing, he noticed for the first time a sign reading Becker's Book Store. Always interested in books, he began to look for the shop, which he soon saw tucked in between two buildings. He stepped inside to find himself gazing open-mouthed at a veritable mountain of a man who demanded to know what he wanted. I merely wish to browse around, replied O'Toole. All right, browse away, came the deep growl. Suddenly O'Toole seized The Rise and Fall of Chicken Itza, Vol. I. How much is this? Where is the other volume? Silence! roared the voice. It,11 cost you a quarter. My daughter sold the other volumef' Well, here's the quarter. Oh! How awkward of me. Here, I'll get it. The coin had mysteriously slipped through his fingers, exasperatingly avoided all attempts at recapture, rolled along the floor, and with a derisive smile on Liberty's face, hopped through a crack. Here is a-trap-'door of some kind, said the professor to himself, and reached for the ring on the floor. Let it go. It was a quarter all right. But don't try to open that door! And why not? demanded Professor O'Toole. He stooped once more to pull the ring, but this time he went spinning through the door and felt his precious book thrust into his hand as he reached the sidewalk. As he stood recovering from his surprise, he dimly noticed a beautiful girl go into the shop and heard theithunder clap greet her with Alyce, my child. The professor continued on his way, after having eaten. As he was crossing Grant Park, he was greeted by a man whom he could not place as ever having met. I-De greeted the man pleasantly, however, thinking that it was some pupil whom he had forgotten. To his surprise the man approached and said, Come on, let's go. I thought you would never come! The professor realized at once that it was a case of mistaken identity, but did not wish to refuse a chance for a lark, so he merely answered with a noncommittal SoP Yes, Are you ready to start? ' ' At once. , Here's a taxi. Do you want lthe details of the case? Oh, by the way, I'm Beeman of the Service. Of course, you're Donovan? That's the name I'm going under now, said the sagacious O,Toole. Well, it's this way. Jack Murgatroyd, the son of the Murgatroyds of Boston, has either kicked off or been abducted. His folks are offering a reward of one thousand dollars to anyone who finds him dead, alive, or insane. The Chief has appointed you and me as agents on the case. Professor O'Toole pricked up his ears. A thousand dollars! That was just what he needed for his trip to Central America. Might as well go through with this. Can't back out now anyhow. As he thought this over, the cab turned into a drive, leading through spacious grounds to a large house. The stranger got out, ran up the stairs, and entered without ceremony. O'Toole wonderingly followed his companion through the house to a studio on the top floor. What do you make of it? Wait a while and we'll see. Without more ado, he began to examine the room. After he h.ad looked over the papers in a desk, he went to a small stand in the center of che room and began looking over the papers piled there. Lying i-n the shuffle of unfinished sketches was one beautiful study of a pretty girl with raven black bobbed hair. There was something familiar about the face. Professor O'Toole traced back to place that hauntingly pretty girl. Thirty-Eight