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Class Prophecy
The Class of 1940 of the Hartridge School, whose reputation was one of eccentricity, has not in the years gone by lost its traits and characteristics. Each and every' one has followed the life destined for her. The tasks, situations, and difficulties in which they are now found are completely inevitable and wholly according to their nature. We invite you to read the column of one of them who will give you an up-to-the-minute summary and the whys and wherefores of twenty or more seniors.
During a stroll in one of the Waldorf’s corridors, the scent of April in Paris, Kew in Lilac Time, Exotic Algiers at any time, drifted in clouds over the transom of a door. The sound of a low female voice singing the generous words of that old love song “Why Not Take All of Me" dripped out in the hallway. By the way she sang it one would have thought anyone taking all of her would have to hire Sisser Brothers.
Wc entered the room and saw a large bed, custom-built, and decorated by a canopy of pink chiffon, silk sheets, and downy quilts which rose sky-high like a pile of freshly sheared swan's-down.
We plotted a course around the bed and chiffon, and ended in a bathroom furnished by Rubenstein, Arden, and Gray. In a raspberry tub of glistening foam sat the victim of luxury gloating on the fact that she had slept until three o’clock, that it was Monday, and that she did it just to please herself in thinking of all those poor fools who had to go to school. Miss Elmes says her life is a dream come true.
Skipping through the social notes yesterday we came across the item that Miss Uneeda and her bisquits, the former Mrs. Hoffman and her beverages, who was in turn the former Mrs. Black, Mrs. Starr, Mrs. Frost, and Mrs. Gorham, had arrived from Europe for a short stay, during which she would write that book on Love and its ins and outs. No one pulled the wool over our eyes, for under those plushed titles we recognized the little name of Susy Ramsey. Feeling that Mrs. Uneeda was a criterion on the subject of her book, and quoting her statement, "I teethed on it,” we dropped in to consult her on the birth of her work and also on European affairs.
The results of the monologue were that Her Highness was down with men, had just returned from Europe, was off to Nassau, that she had the most Divine time on the continent, that the East simply breathed with foreign men and their Eton ties, and that she’d left her Virginia farm for an Italian villa with a count thrown in and Mr. Uneeda thrown out.
Oh! Europe and its affairs? Her book, well, you go and talk to her and ten to one you’ll learn of affairs, but not European.
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