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

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X ,' . r i U KL, :N -X' J' X: A yr ' 'X' ' 4 l X rl xlib H V .. K. ral - Y Y? N, V klf L19 Q.-I . W ali , af s If X ll d 2, ta ff' if ,W Mi . . I!-Val' COLLEGE CLASS V' JA! 5 4' Miss LUCILE GAFFORD, Sponsor ll, ,fi V MR. WILLIAM STRYKER, Admissions Sponsor i i U ' I QFrom Inf! to rigbfj LILLIAN BACHOFEN-Prrsizlvrzi Amboy Township Tigh School, Tralflc Com. Sec'y '31, Boarding Dramatics '31, '33, Dress Com. Chair. '33, Student Council '35, G.A.A. '32, '33, Social Welfare '32, '33, Hockey Team '32, '33, Riding, 3rd, '33, Baseball Team '32, '33, Tennis Champion '32, Basketball Team Capt. '33. ALETHA EGGERT-Viva'-Prffxidrnf Lindblom High School, Class Sec'y-Treas. '32, Student Council '32, Social Welfare '32, '33, Traffic Com. '32, Refreshment Chair. '32, Li- brary Com. '33, Social Chair. '33, The Tele- gram, '32, Honor Roll '32, '33, MERCEDES BENNIS'-SFl'fl'ldVJ'-TYPHXIIYFY' St. Xavier's, French Club Entertainment Com., Refreshment Chair., G.A.A. Entertain- ment Com., Aberdeen Entertainment Com., Li- brary Com., Basketball Team, Tennis. RUTH BECKMAN Lake View High School, Social Welfare, G.A.A. Boarding Dramatics, Tennis, Bowling Champion, Archery, Riding, Baseball. RUTH-EVELYN EGGERT Lindblom, Aberdeen '32, '33, Traffic Com. '32, Library Corn. '33, Col. Publicity Chair. '32, '33, Social Welfare '32, '33, The Telegram '32, Honor Roll '33. JANE GILBERT Starrett, University of Wis., Program Com. '32, Boarding Dept. Pres. '32, Library Com. Chair. '33, G.A.A. '32, '33, Aberdeen '31, So- cial Welfare '32, '33, Golf '32 Qlnstructorj '33, MILDRED GOLDSMITH Morgan Park High School, Aberdeen, The Torch Bearers. TI-IEODORA HERFURTH Central High, Madison, Wis., Social Welfare, G.A.A., Boarding Dramatics, Riding, Tennis, Basketball Team, Archery, Baseball, Swimming, Honor Roll. CATHERINE NETZ Shorewood High School, Miss Brown's, Aber- deen, Etiquette Com., Boarding Dept. Pres., Glee Club, Home Economics Sec'y, Boarding Dra- matics, Bargain in Cathay, Golf, Tennis. FRANCES LOUISE SI-IIPP South Bend High School, French Club, Aber- deen, G.A.A., Boarding Dept. Sec'y, Program Com. Chair., Boarding Dramatics, Bargains in Cathay, Riding Q4thJ, Tennis. Sz-vrnfeen

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OLD SHOES Old shoes are one of my most valued possessions. The older they are, the shabbier they look, the more I value them. Why? I don't know exactly. Of course, they are always comfortable, still there is more to old shoes than just comfort. They are friendly things always ready to be of service, never stopping to question me about rain or s-now in the street, and whether or not they will be stretched out of shape. They are usually mis-shapen, having long ago adopted the contour of my foot, until one day when mother will unearth them from a dark corner of my closet and probably burn them in the furnace, to my great displeasure. My favorites among old shoes are the oxfords, and I hang onto them until they almost shout at me to allow them a quiet and peaceful burial in the ash-can or wherever ancient oxfords go. My mother usually takes their side of the battle. There is something about a scuffed, dirty, ragged, brown and white oxford in mid-winter that is comforting. You can look down at them and remember back to the days when they were new, in the spring of 1931 and completed a stunning golf outfit that has long ago been discarded. Or remember the day only last summer when they were almost lost when you were try- ing to cross a swamp instead of going around as common sense told you to. Then the slash in the side of the right one, that was the day you were thrown from that beastly pinto, Oscar was has name, and thought you were killed when all that had happened Was, Oscar had stepped on your foot. Oh, oxfords are grand things to have around, if they only wouldn't wear out, and force you to leave them in the past While you walk valiantly on into the future. --Jane Gilbert, College II A NEW SPRING HAT A warm spring rain, the smell of fresh, damp earth, and what do I get? An urge to buy a new hat. I don my hangover-from-the-winter-season hat which has suddenly be- come very shabby and I set forth. I begin to wonder why I ever liked the hat or why I never noticed that it was so shabby and drab. Surely, it was an ugly blot on the shining brightness of the early spring morning. But, I reassure myself. Within three or four hours the once-upon-a-time good-looking hat will darken this world no longer. No. I have no particular kind nor color of hat in mind. I'll look at them all. Up and down State Street I go. Into every store, and in each one it's the same old story: Yes, I like this one very much, but I think I'll look a bit further. There is time out for lunch and then I resume my search for the new spring bonnet. By four olclock in the afternoon, I am clog-tired. My hair is anything and everything but combed. My spirits are lagging. And, then, wonder of wonders! I find it ! just the very thing! I make my purchase, receive my change, and saunter forth proudly with a gay band- box i-n which reposes, on a veritable cushion of tissue paper, my new possession. Gone are my lagging spirits and aching feet. I have uperked up considerably. The W0rld's troubles aren't mine. I'm one apart from it all. Why? I have my new spring hat! -Aletha Eggert, College II Sixteen

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WHILE SITTING UNDER THE HAIR-DRYER There, said the hairdresser as she pinned the last wave in place, you're setg under the dryer you go. Andl we-nt. Fifteen minutes passed in the perusal of the latest magazines. Then a drowsiness came upon me. I gave up my magazines and I spent the remaining hour and a half in-oh, well, you figure it out. Wonder why, I said to myself, women endure the torture of this dryer? Seems to me someone would invent a new contraption. This one necessitates sitting up in a straight-backed chair. I'm getting a pain in my neck. But, then, think of the advan- tage it offers to my posture-Which, heaven knows, needs some kind of correcting. At least that's what the Gym teacher maintained. If I ever had a beauty shop my patrons would have comfort while enduring the process of being beautified. In spite of the depression the beauty shop business continues to boom. This place is absolutely filled. Women certainly must be vain creatures. No, I don't think it's vanity. It's pride in appearance. Wish more men would have that pride. But, women need that pride to be able to hold on to their men. Pride or vanity-I'm too sleepy to figure it out. Wonder if I'm dry? Nope. Still udampishf' Wonder how much money there is in this racket? If a hairdresser set twenty-five heads of hair per day, at fifty cents per set, she would net twelve-fifty per day. Hmmm! Not bad! Maybe she wouldn't have that many sets per day, but there are the manicures, shampoos, facials, and hundreds of other treatments which must net her a tidy sum. Why on earth does that woman want a marcel? She must weigh at least two hun- dred pounds. That full face and she wants a frizzy wave! The operator's acqui- escing to her demands with a sigh of despair. Well, she'll get her frizzed wave and sheill go away happy and positively garrulous about it. Why do nothers insist on having the hair of the five-year-old finger waved? That poor little tot will have a delightful time trying to sit still under this bake-oven. I've all I can do to keep from squirming. How many more hours of this? Wish that woman wouldn't blow smoke in my direc- tion. What with this burning heat beating upon my head and the smoke from her cig- arette Iive something of an idea as to what a fiery furnace would be like. Gosh! My left ear's. burning! I'll get out from under for a bit and cool off. Oh, blessed relief! Better get under again. Wouldnit you know I'd bump myself on the lid ? It would drop down to my shoulders. Feels something like a diver's helmet- only much warmer. Help! Oh, the operatoris a life-saver! What? I'm dry! Whoops! Two more weeks of peace and then I'll return to the torture chamber. -Aletha Eggert, College II HENRY THE BUTCHER Henry, the butcher, looks more like a white-aproned, extra-sized waiter in one of those old but truly German restaurants which specialize in sauerkraut and old Heidel- berg. He stands a mere six feet and two inches in his heavy wool, hand-knitted socks and weighs in the neighborhood of three hundred pounds. This very massive individual is a typical German who finds happiness and content- ment in selling bologna sausage, well-cured corned beef and freshly laid eggs to his cus- tomers who are charmed by his friendly smile, jovial nature and willingness to satisfy any wish no matter how trivial it may be. Butcher Henry speaks broken English in a deep and gruff voice which does not in any way betray his gentle nature and open-heartedness. Like most fairly prosperous butchers from Deutschland, he is more than willing to share his worldly goods with his less fortunate neighbors. Often I have seen him fill numerous baskets with tempting cuts of meat, eggs, cheese and relishes which were of superior cuts and brands. Henry is a true son of Germany, a man worth knowing, a reliable butcher and an individual who will always be recalled as that nice and plump Henry who offered you bits of bologna sausage and cheese every time you marketed at his clean and inviting butcher shop. -Ruth Evelyn Eggert, College Il Eigblem