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ability to please the Faculty.” That almost annihilated the two unsus­ pecting girls concerned. We all got more or less roasted,—most of us more!
y\l Joy, in the solemnest of voices, with the solemnest of faces, read the “ Prophecy” for us poor Seniors. After the “ Prophecy” Miss Hart- ridge answered her toast. Then she spoke of the games. I remember
especially her saying of the Vail Deane game, “ ‘Permit me, as poets .
are wont to do, to pass over that calamity which was so great,’ etc.” It was almost gruesomely apt, and we all recognized what we had read in
Cicero only a few days before. Then she gave a toast to the Seniors. Here it is:
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Those whom we’ll \[)art from with many a tear.
Fhe girls with the smiles and the warmth and the cheer, 1917.
Isn’t that lovely? I tell you, our heads are just getting back to their normal size. Last of all, she gave out the IPs to the school hasket-ball
team and to the winner of the tennis tournament; the numerals to the Senior team; and the hockey letters to the hockey teams. Saidee Sandford, A 1Joy, and I got all three! Wasn’t that great, Polly?
Then the table was abandoned, and the others danced while we got ready for the “ movie.” That “ movie” 1 I wish you could have seen it. 7'he name was The Desperadoes’ Defeat. Rather thrilling? Saidee Sandford was “ Purl Wight, the beautiful girl” ; A 1 Joy was “ Wolisse Reeede, the handsome hero” ; Dot McKenzie and Dot Jewett were “ Don Malenzzi and Don Juezzo, the two desperadoes” ; Doris Merritt was
“ Maryree Pyckfawd, the little sister” ; Jack Watt was “ A. Pneater Stooit, the hysterical mother” ; and I was “ Duglys Pharebanx, the irate father.” The naming of the cast’s enough,— with very little imagination,— to make
I'o the Senior Class, the dearest here. fhe best we hav-e had for many a year.
you see the rest.
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