Westmoorland College - Lupine Leaflet Yearbook (San Antonio, TX)

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LUPINE LEAFLET 27 AEolia: But, Christine, I still insist that your theory is wrong. In my work as a deaconess, I have come to look at life from a very practical standpoint. There's nothing in psychology. lt's all bosh1 Elaine: Now, AEolia, y0u're getting set in your ways. Miss Watkins and I practiced the principles of psychology for forty years in the slums of Bastow, whether you acknowledge it or not, didn't we, Evelyn? June: There's a lot in psychology all right. I formerly used it on my audience when I sang in the great opera, 'The Princess Tut.' When I came on the stage, I always gave a loud scream, and they listened to me breathlessly throughout the re- mainder of the evening. It was just a matter of securing their attention. lt's getting mighty chilly out here. Let's go to bed. At eight o'clock, when the moon is shining, a loud horn is heard, and a large sight-seeing van draws up at the gate. An excited bevy of old ladies alight. They have been enjoynig the philanthropy of a former student of Westmoorland, who has been more fortunate than they, and has used some of her wealth to give them a day's out- ing. The benefactor is Mrs. Jackson, formerly Miss May. She follows the van in her limousine and bows a cheery good-night as she rolls away. Janie fin an awed tonej: Now wasn't that sweet of Hattie Lee?l' Esther Raby: Sweet! lt's the first thing she's done for me since I left school. She's been rollin' in wealth all these years ever since she married that oil king, and here l've struggled for a measly existence, teaching music till they made me stop. She hasn't even invited me to visit her. - Janie: Well, she always was nice to me. Before George died, she and I used to visit a lot. I taught her how to ride horseback one time when I was giving a house party on the ranch, for a lot of rich friends. Yes, 1 did used to go with rich people- even if I have sunk to this. Irene: Well don't spoil a nice day by reminding us of our surroundings. It seems like 'Home Sweet Home' to me anyway, after all those years in Africa, trying to drill the Gospel into those negroes' heads. Bessie calls from the door. All of you hurry up to your rooms immediately except Miss Walker, Miss Pres- ton, Miss Lacy, Miss Appleby, and Miss Lovett. An inspector of the old folks' home wants an interview with a few of you, so I choose you five because you look the healthiest. The chosen five hastily arrange their straggling locks and march solemnly into the parlor. The inspector proves to be a minister and addresses them thus: Ladies, I am trying to raise an appropriation from the various churches for the Old Ladies' Home, and I would like to have a short biography from each of you to use in the campaign. l feel that this will touch their hearts more than anything else. Helen rises and recites in a tragic voice, . When I left Westmoorland, it was with the determination to become famous as a teacher, but after many years of helpless struggling, I abandoned the idea and married the man who had been trying to turn me from my ambition so long. When the great Ku Klux War broke out, he was a Major, and I went into the service as a Red Cross nurse. He was killed, and I am here to-day. Kathleen: My life has been one tragedy after another. l've buried five husbands. fShe, overcome with emotion, is unable to say more.J Bessie leads her from the room, and Esther Preston tells her own tale of woe: I have given my life to the service of art. I designed marvelous creations in Paris for several years, but my eye-sight failed me when I reached the age of forty- five, and I was compelled to come here. - Flora Lea: Personally, I feel that the world is unjust to her worn out heroes,

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26 LUPINE LEAFLET Joyce smoothes out her calico dress with her wrinkled hands, and says with a touching defiance: Yes, look what we all got for trying to serve the world nobly. Here l've worked twenty-five years, trying to paint a masterpiece, using Dr. Coue as my subjectg and when I took my work to the leading critic of America, he said it was worse than trash. And now I have to spend the rest of my existence in this miserable place. Dorothy, giving Joyce a comforting pat on the shoulder, I'd rather beadoorkeeperin the house of the Lord than to dwell in the tents of wickedness. We should feel amply rewarded for having endeavored to make our small contribution to the progress of civilization. In my many years of mission work in Devine, I have never looked forward to worldly recompense, but only spiritual. Alice: Yes, Dorothy, you are right. There is no comfort in material wealth. Since William was killed in the Ku Klux War, I've only looked forward to my reunion with him in the world beyond. At this point the mournful conversation is interrupted by a loud scramble in the hall. Celeste rushes out, almost tripping in her long, gray dress, followed by Eliza- beth, with a dilapidated umbrella upraised in her hand. Elizabeth: S'top! Don't let her get away! She fed my parrot poison! Celeste becomes so frightened she runs into Eleanor's chair, upsetting her com- pletely. At this the onlookers rise and rush into the house with one accord. Elizabeth holds Celeste captive at last and stands over her in righteous indignation. You've tormented me all my life! After we left school, you won the man I loved, and left me to pine alone. Then when I became ambitious as a journalist and was about to succeed, you used your money to thwart me in every attempt I made, and now you've taken my last comfort away from me. My poor Polly! At this she is overcome with emotion and sinks into a chair. Celeste: You drove me to everything I did. You were so jealous because l married Jack that you tried to ruin my happiness by making sneering remarks in the papers about my social attempts. I was justified in everything I did, and l've been happy in spite of you, until Jack took the 'flu' and left me. Bessie appears in the doorway with her knitting, and is almost overcome with horror at the tragic scene before her. g Is this all the gratitude you have for the beneficient people whokhave given you this shelter. Go into the house and pray the Lord to forgive you for this desecration. As Celeste and Elizabeth penitently re-enter the house, a car drives up in front of the gate, and Ethel Orrell is assisted to the ground. Her sparse luggage is un- loaded, and her tottering steps are directed to the house. She is turned over to Bessie. Ethel: If I'd a known I'd a ever come to this, I never would'a given up my lover for a career. I've worked in stock companies from Maine to California and never got to play a better part than a maid. Bessie, what drove you to these cir- cumstances? Bessie: I've taken care of this home ever since it was donated to the cause. I felt that my duty lay here, and I've been happy in my work. They go into the house to get Ethel settled in her new surroundings, and a group, who have finished their supper, come out for a chat in the twilight. Lola tstooping to pick a sweet peajz This reminds me of my wedding day. The whole altar was a mass of sweet peas. It was the happiest day of my life. Love is the only thing worth living for, and I've never stopped loving him, even if I did have to get a divorce because he couldn't support me. Christine: Ah, Lola, stop eternally talking about love. I think my life would have been wasted if I had married. I dedicated myself to a scientific research of the emotions, and, as you have often heard me say, mine was the greatest contribution to psychology ever made, namely, that a person can be made to do anything under the influence of music. H

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28 LUPINE LEAFLET just as King Lear's daughters were ungrateful to him. I thrilled audiences for twenty years on the legitimate stage. They made me their idol, but when I became too old to act, they forgot me. It is the oft-repeated tragedy of old age. ' Ruby: I voice the same sentiment. Mary Pickford faded into obscurity when I entered the movies, and I held her place for years, only to become an outcast when my acting became awkward with age. Inspector: Ladies, l go to-night to a meeting at which I expect to raise suffi- cient funds to build a new home. Though you may not live to enjoy it, your suc- cessors will. Senior Class Will The State of Texas, County of Bexar City of San Antonio We, the Senior Class of Westmoorland College of the State of Texas, City of San Antonio, being in good bodily health and of a sound mind, reflecting upon the frailty and uncertainty of life, and being desirous of settling our worldly affairs, and directing how our possessions and effects shall be disposed of after our decease, do hereby make this our last will and testament, revoking all wills heretofore made. First--We give and bequeath to the Junior Class the management and responsibil- ity of the Lupino Leaflet, hoping that it will be as successful as their predecessors. Second-We give and bequeath to the Junior class the natural dignity of the Seniors, their unfailing brilliance in recitations, their special privileges, including the use of the Lodge, the first section in Study Hall, their caps and gowns, and all enter- tainments held in their honor. Third-We do give and bequeath to Miss Allen atperfectk chapel service, in which no one sits down before the close of the prayer. ' Fourth--We do give and bequeath to Mrs. Henderson a model study hall, where no one talks, moves, or wears her hat. U Fifth-We do give and bequeath to Dr. Felix R, Hill, Jr., the presidency of a girl's school, in which all the girls are model young ladies, who never step off the pedestal of propriety. Sixth-Joyce Garrett, of the Senior Class, doth give and bequeath the presi- dency of the Senior Class to any one of the Juniors, who desires to spend some time taking the rest cure. Seventh-Elizabeth Maxwell doth give and bequeath the management of the staff of the Lupine Leaflet to any one who has endless patience and plenty of spare time. Eighth-Kathleen Walker doth give and bequeath her abundant suit of hair to Anna Mathis. Ninth-Lola Joiner doth give and bequeath her ability in Mathematics to Anna Lightfoot. Tenth-Elaine Pierce doth give and bequeath her tallcativeness to Imogene Pomeroy. Eleventh-Irene Chase and Janie Sample give and bequeath their ability to play games to a future resident of the Lodge. ' Twelfth--Eleanor Fitch doth give and bequeath her perfect self-control on re- citals to Irene Tacquard. Thirteenth-Mignon Bauman doth give and bequeath her slenderness to India Kerr. . ' , Fourteenth-Esther Preston doth give and bequeath the presidency of the Stu-