Washington Seminary - Facts and Fancies Yearbook (Atlanta, GA)

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head. The afternoon's experience Hlled her mind. They thought her popular, did they? Well, why not? She was to be here less than a week and probably would never return. None of the family had seen her since she was a baby. This was her chance to be what she wanted to be. Tomorrow, she smiled to herself, I shall be another girl.', The next morning Lucille awoke with the sun streaming across her face. She stretched lazily, then, remembering her promise to herself, she sprang out of bed and proceeded to make herself as attrac- tive as possible. She was pleasantly sur- prised by the results. Morning, Granny. Grand day! she smiled at the sweet old lady across the breakfast table. Good morning, dear. My, but your rest did you a world of good. Why, you look You like a different even have a bit eyes. I like that .... ZISZI girl. The boys don'r they? child this morning! of mischief in your Your mother had it certainly do like it, Yes'm. They do seem to .... Lucille gazed dreamily out the window. Granny smiled wistfully at her. How she envied Lucille her youth! What would you like to do today, dear? Well, you see, I went into a sort of a decline while getting ready for this trip, so I'd like to go to a beauty parlor this morning, if I may. Then, this afternoon, I want to do a little shopping. Q'All right, dear. Come home for lunch if you want to, and be sure to let me know if you need any money. Thanks, Granny, but Daddy fixed me up. An extremely weary, yet lovely girl returned to Granny that evening. She had been extravagant, but the feeling of being good - looking and well - groomed made it well worthwhile. She really felt she was a changed person. Your cousins, Josephine a n d Phil Boynton, are coming over this evening, Lucille. I don't believe I've ever heard of them, Granny. I doubt if you have. You see, their mother and your mother are first cousins, Q CIJl1fil1lll'll on so you are really second cousins once re- moved. I'll take your word for it. This Vir- ginia genealogy always makes my head swim. I'll go clean up, darling. Cousins, thought Lucille, as she ap- plied a lipstick. I've always had an an- tipathy for them, but relatives are all I'1l have to try my new self on, so-here goes! With a final pat to her freshly waved hair, she joined her grandmother in the living room. You look very sweet, Lucille. I'm sure you and your cousins will get along well together. What are they like, Granny? How old 9 The door-bell interrupted Lucille, and Granny hurried out in a flurry of crisp black silk. Lucille rose as she heard foot- steps. Josephine, Philip-this is Lucille. Lucille smiled self-consciously as she turned, then smiled broadly and quite naturally. Why, they didn't look like cousins . . . a girl of, perhops, twenty, a boy, tall, good-looking, a little younger than his sister. Somehow, Granny and Josephine were seated before the fire discussing ances- tors, and Phil was seated on the arm of Lucillels chair. Phil was begging her, pleading with her, to go to the country club dance with him the next night. She accepted. When Josephine and Phil had left, Lu- cille sat down at her grandmother's feet and told her that Phil had asked her to a dance but that she couldn't go. She con- fessed that she was playing a part, that she had never been to a real dance, and that she had never been able to follow anyone-even her dancing t e a C h e r . Granny smiled and patted the head in her lap. Go to the dance, my dear. You'll have a good time. But, Granny, I can't dance. Of course you can. Even if you can't, it's high time you learned. Now. go to bed, and tomorrow we'Il get a new dress for you. Good-night, my little girl. Sweet dreams. Lucille, frankly, was trembling with page 12 61

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: ,J fe ,X ,ny f Qi? N ZAZXIM f f QI fl? Xflle- A c, J - until' IT 1 POSSIBLE I ,. ,W a. . a 8 K 1 a E54 fSecond Place in the Short Story Contestj in 1 I b - V WK, f By JOAN ROOT lx, A Q 3 Tlllgl l I S' J If f'f,46 f Here! I've got it! ActuaIly? Sure, I knou' this is the one. Let's see . . . Oh, johnny, you're wrong again. It fits, all right, but that sunbonnet 1'an'f go on the pig. Doesn't it look funny? Half a dozen boys and girls crowded around the table which was set up in one of the Pullman sections. As they saw what one of their chums had done to the community jig-saw puzzle, they laughed so heartily that the other occupants of the car turned around to smile in sym- pathy,-that is, all except one. She sat quietly looking out at the monotonous landscape-woods, a small village, a bar- ren field, a shack on a hillside, a field, a cow-then woods and a barren Held again. She sighed and turned away. Surrepti- tiously she glanced across the aisle, then she quickly dropped her eyes and blushed. The effervescent Johnny looked up just as she had peeped at him. Excuse me a minute, gang. I think I,ve found a recruit, johnny conhded, pushing his way through to the aisle. He approached the girl. Pardon me, but you look lonesome. Wouldn't you like to join our happy throng?I' he grinned. No, thank you,,' frigidly. 'Tm quite all right. Johnny stared a moment, raised his eye- brows and shrugged his shoulders, then turned back to his friends. The girl let her unseeing gaze return to the window. A tear welled up into each eye and she swallowed. Why couldn't she be easy and natural like those interesting boys and girls around the table? Why did l- 'wi - she HCI like such a prude when, inside, she really wasn't? Would she ever find the way to friendship-and happiness? Richmond, Richmond! Shaken out of her self- analyzing reverie, the girl gathered her bags to- gether, placed a neat but uninteresting hat upon her head, and allowed thc porter to help her off the train. LucilIe! We're so glad you could come up for a few days. How's your mother?,' Immediately the girl was sur- rounded by interested, questioning rela- tives. The questioning continued all the way from the station to the home of Lucille's grandmother, where she was to stay. In fact, it was still in progress when, a few minutes after Lucille's ar- rival, the door-bell rang. Miss Lucille Hayes. Why, Lucille, it,s a special delivery for you from home! Who do you suppose it is? All eyes were turned on Lucille as her grandmother handed her the letter. She glanced at the envelope. G.T. Why, it's from George Tay- lorl' she exclaimed. Blushing, she turned to explain, He's a boy at home. Ah, it must be lovely' sighed an uncle. Oh, no! Lucille turned a deeper red. George was her brother's chum and had written her to collect all the circulars about historic places that she saw, as he had to write a theme on that subject. However, he had helped her make a good impression on the family. They thought she was popular. If they only knew how wrong they were! The relatives had all gone home, and Lucille, lying in her old-fashioned bed, gazed at the quaint canopy above her

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CURRENT BROADWAY PLAYS By MIRIAM Bom' and Dorm Bowu1aN Mrs. Samuel Scott of New York gave an illustrated lecture on Czlrrwzf Broml- zvay Plays Wednesday evening, March 7, 1934 in the Seminary auditorium. The lecture was sponsored by the American Association of University Women with the idea of bringing a cultural oppor- tunity to Atlanta and adding to the scholarship fund. The talk was delight- fully informal and the audience responded admirably to the changing moods of the speaker. At the beginning of her talk, Mrs. Scott pointed out She Lures Me Nm' and Av Tllrzzzxurzdx Cfaeer as the best sellers, as far as box office returns are considered, but by no means the best material on the stage at present as typical of the season's plays. She commented upon Ab, Wililernexx and Days Vffilfrouf End, marvelous ex- amples of the versatility of Eugene O'Neill. The former is a story of a young boy. ashamed of being decent, in love with a girl whose father objects to him because he is devoted to poetry and that sort of thing. In desperation one night he takes out to dinner a chorus girl. She wants him to drink. He refuses. She wants him to kiss her. To keep from doing this, he manages to fight with the waiter. In the end decency prevails and the boy ceases to be ashamed. Days Wifb- ou! End, according to Mrs. Scott, has been unfairly treated. The ideal behind it is magnificent. It tells of a man who, having lost father and mother and all faith in life as a result, falls in love with a fine woman. Belief returns to him. Then in a moment of weakness he is unfaithful to her. His remorse is terrible and more so when he realizes his wife is ill and he feels she will die. All through the play the two natures of a man are depicted by the use of masks. It is a constant struggle between his evil self and the better side of him. In mad despair over the thought of his wife's dying he rushes to the cathedral and there at the foot of a crucifix struggles for the last time with his evil self and overcomes it. To see this play is an inspiration. The Green Buy Tree, by Mordaunt Sharp, is a play built around an un- reasonable absorbing relationshipf' Mrs. Scott had with her a letter from the author himself in which he agreed with her characterization of it, adding, also, the word unwholesome. A rich man, who believes money capable of anything, buys from a drunkard his son. The boy is brought up in the lap of luxury and pampered in every possible way. He ialls in iove with a practical. fine girl who, realizing how money is ruining his life, tries to help him. She takes him to his real father, but in the end the battle is lost. The insidious germ of luxury has got into his blood. One of the most interesting comments of all w:s on Dorothy Massingham's The Lazke. Katherine Hepburn, the screen act- ress, played the lead and, it seems, did a very miserable job of it. The reason for her failure is quite apparent. She is young and not experienced enough for a part of that sort. She was pitted against excel- lent actors and actresses to whom she cannot hold a candle, and last, Miss Hep- burn has unfortunately allowed her own personality to dominate the character and personality of the role she is portraying. In all of her work this is very noticeable. The Luke tells of a woman with a none too savory past who is planning to be married. Not long before the event she realized she loves her future husband. After the ceremony they drive away com- pletely happy, but the car in which they are leaving skids and plunges into the lake-an artificial body of water planned by a silly, social butterfly of a mother who has sacrificed everything for posi- tion. The young husband is killed and his newly-made wife feels she should follow him. In a very touching scene her aunt tries to dissuade her. Whether she drowns herself or not is left uncertain. The Lake is almost a character in itself. It seems to create the atmosphere of falseness in the world in which the daughter and mother live. Come of Age, by Clemence Dane, had a short life, but it is nevertheless a fine play. A young man, dead a hundred years, pleads to be able to return to life