Wallace School and Conservatory - Oor Ain Folk Yearbook (Columbus, OH)

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OOR AIN FOLK Then Clara drove up in lier Packard, ni an elegant dress and with beaming smile, and had her chauffeur unload twenty five-pound boxes of candy which she had brought as souvenirs. Her husband was a prominent candy merchant in New York, and she spends the winters at Long Beach. Emma Vivian tried to give her one of her dogs but Clara said she had just bought a horse of Audrey and could not hold another pet in her heart just then. Audrey turned up late, last train in from New York, looking too sporty for words in a bright green riding-habit and hat, and I learned to my horror that she was a race-track owner. She had given up her literary tendencies as soon as she got to New York, and gone wild over the race. One would never have recognized the shy little maid once at Wallace. I thought another shock like that would kill me, but I lived through several more. Life IS indeed full of irony. Here was our gay little Elizabeth Tuttle, once master of all she surveyed, marched up to the door by the grouchiest old man you ever saw, and they said it was her husband. He told her how long she could spend with us, she meekly bowed m submission to his will, and entered so shyly, I hardly knew her. Folks said she got cross at her first love and in a fit of anger married this old miser and had rued it ever since. He adored her but was jealous of her and would not let her out of his sight. Poor child — . Sara Watts was professor at Wellesley College, and Margaret Dickerson a lec- turing feminist; Nelle Schneider, the head of a large dressmaking establishment in Pans known as Mme. Snydaire. Geneva was on the vaudeville stage doing acrobatics with Anne Tilley, and Betty Schaaf was running a magazine with the help of her third hus- band. A lovely blond entered the room, rather fat and weighed down with diamonds. I asked someone if she belonged to our party and Dot hastened to introduce her. We all held our breath. It was Betty Boyd Brentingham, a very rich widow who had been comforted quickly by the seances upon which she had always depended. She had lost her husband out of their private airplane when driving it recklessly, and her hair had turned white over night. Then she gave it the henna rinse and sunbeam suds, and the color was quite unusual. I asked her how on earth she got so fat and she said that after she started to get up for breakfast, she gained a pound every day. She was quite strik- ing in black, and had recovered her lost cinicism. Just as we started our second course, in walked Miss Lou and Miss Gee. our onetime teachers. They were just in from Naples, as they conducted tours every other winter for the benefit of the progeny of Wallace School, and on one of the tours Miss Gee had married a French opera singer. He assisted them with the tours and spent every other winter in America. We were disappointed not to see him, but Dot said he was just fine and Miss Gee was just as crazy about him as she always said she wouldn ' t be. .After the meal we adjourned till 1942. Signed, H. S. F. — one-time teacher. 22

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■bg M fWrn OOR AIN FOLK 1 jL JUL. Junior History As you have been turning over the pages of this book we hope that you have been wondering just what the class of ' 23 is like. We know we may not be able to surpass the Seniors of ' 22 in looks perhaps, but we know we can surpass them in at least one thing. For haven ' t we been known throughout the brief years of our existence at Wallace as the class with the most pep and get-up in the school? If you dare to doubt our word we refer you to any attending with us. Not only have we been known for the things mentioned above but also for our unusually high grades in school work and our quickness to grasp and learn of the might) ' problems of life. For didn ' t we settle one of the most serious questions of the world, the League of Nations? But now let us turn to the jolly good times this class has had. In our Freshman year we were supposed to be fresh and green, but let us inform you that we were far from green. The haughty Seniors who tried to domineer over us may have thought us fresh but you may be sure that we let them know we would not be imposed upon. We were entertained at the various homes of the girls, but never did we have such good times as at the spreads we gave ourselves. Oh! You who have experienced these know ho v hard it is to express verbally the fun in spreads. But our Sophomore year was really our crowning year. The most noteworthy deed was the sending the proceeds of two original plays across the waters to the poor starving children of Europe. These plays were given under the direction of our dear teacher Miss Eleanor F. Copeland, who helped us to solve the many knotty problems of our Sophomore year. The largest entertainment given by the class was a Hallowe ' en party for the school. All who were present declared it to have been a most delightful affair. In the spring Miss Copeland took us on a memorable picnic to the Copeland farm, where we laid aside the trials and tribulations of the days and romped together one glorious afternoon in the woods. The party given by Harriet Gaines for the class will long be remembered. These are only a few of the many things which we did during our Sophomore year and you may be sure that at the end of the year we were just a little kinder to the poor Freshies than the Seniors had been to us . And now comes our Junior year. We came back to school eager to begin t!ie new term. Some of the class deemed themselves worthy to become Seniors but the rest of us decided to remain as we were and to stick together. The most successful event of the year given by the class was a hard tunes party to which all the girls were invited. Water flavored with lemon and salt with crackers was first served but later we decided to find a little real punch and some wafers. We were all very sorry to have our class president leave us at the second semester. She was Harriet Gaines, one of our loveliest girls. We welcome her with open arms whenever she pays us a visit. The class has not had time this year to give all the spreads and parties we had planned, for we know if we are able to be Seniors next year we must show our dear principal. Miss Lou, that we are not afraid to work so we may graduate with flymg colors. L. K. -23. 24