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PROPHECY
and South America. After a particularly fine concert in which Miss Williams played selections from Debussy, "the" Tschaikowsky Piano
Concerto, and many encores, Pat introduced herself to the great pianist. Miss Williams remembered her old school pal and eagerly began
discussing old times. Contrary to one’s natural expectations, Joanie has not changed at all witii her great success and is just as enthusiastic as ever about the time "we almost licked the pants off Kent Place.”
Pat had an interesting interview with Mrs. Jane Brand Jones, now happily married and living on the outskirts of Plainfield. She has taken time off from her ice-skating at Rockefeller Center to have three plump, pink-cheeked children and was occupied in whipping up a batch of delicious fudge for them when Pat walked in. While the fudge was cooling, Jane relaxed with a Pall Mall and a "coke” to recall Hartridge days. Mrs. Jones looks younger, slimmer, and prettier than ever before. She modestly attributes this to her nightly bubble bath and the sooth ing effect of marriage.
Jane has always wanted to see a real artist, so Pat took her to Betsy Garretson’s studios. Miss Garretson is close to becoming a second Leonardo Da Vinci, her fame spreading even to the limits of Tibet. When they arrived, Bets, clad in a paint-bespattered smock, startling in its mixture of all the Highland plaids, and with a smear of added color on her nose, was putting the finishing touches to an impression istic self-portrait. She graciously abandoned her painting for the time to point out several of her pictures which will soon adorn the Metro politan. The visitors were much impressed, both with the art and with other artists wandering in who regard Betsy’s studio as the center of the artistic world.
To find Fizzy, Pat boarded a Nantucket-bound plane. With huge, black, storm clouds rolling up on either side, she began to feel appre hensive and wandered up to the front of the plane to get the reassur ance of the pilot, who turned out to be none other than Shorty Sayward, sitting competently at the controls. She related how she’d ferried bombers to war zones (Pat knew she must have won the admiration of all the air cadets with her extensive knowledge of the Yankees and Lefty Gomez) and had now become a regular transport pilot. As they landed, Pat saw crowds of people and ambulances on the field, for their plane had just survived the worst of a hurricane. Shorty had not told her of the danger. When news reporters snapped her picture and asked for interviews, Shorty just stood and blushed!
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