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DOROTHY KEELING Girls Glee, Girl Reserves. Dorothy is a lively member of the flapper family, snappy and vivacious. Swimming, hiking and dancing are her Daily Dozen, and a weiner, sizzling over a camp fire, is her best friend. Whe wants to be a nightingale. Bitter Truth: She'll never break her neck by over-work. |
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ORPHA BRANNON Commercial courses are as absorbing to her as a blotter. A sample of T's in bookkeeping besides lots of other good grades are mute testimony to her ability. If she used Crisco on her hair, her head would make a good gridiron. Bitter Truth: She can balance a book, but not on her finger. |
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DOROTHY OSTENBERG T-Club. A cute little Irish brunette. When she uses them burnin' brown eyes the boys' heart's just beat holes in their vests. Speed! Why when she dances she makes the others look like their feet were nailed to the floor. Dorothy made music for the orchestra and now she's learning to play a harp. Bitter Truth: Turnips and cabbage are vegetables but she likes peaches. |
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HELEN HUDSON Girl Reserves. Listen my children and you shall hear a tale that's oh, so dreadfully queer. Helen's a three-headed fish in one. She belongs to the two kinds of species of sharks called "Spanish," "History," and "Life Saving." Serenely she floats along atop Tulsa High, and incidently reaches out to pluck the flowers called pleasure along the shore. Bitter Truth: She has a memory seventeen miles long--by actual count. |
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RUTH THORNTON Black hair and brown eyes--the Goddess of Fortune was benevolent indeed. Quiet as the woods in June, but everyone says she's a fine girl. Ruth's philosophy of life decides that school is a necessary evil, but one should have a good time while one may, because a week hence, one might get the mumps. Bitter Truth: She wonders who ever taught her teachers to make the letter B. |
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ROSE FRIEDMAN Rosa is taking a Crate of English, Orr maybe it's sewing. She makes a Noble attempt at typing and shorthand. Moreover: Rosa knows a needle from the eye down to the point, and when it comes to cooking, boys, she beats the old hash joint. Bitter Truth: She comes from Emerson, but she hasn't any love for his essays. |
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MARIE O'CONNELL Marie won her little nook in the milky way one night last fall--yes, it was Halloween when she grabbed a first place in the clever costume contest. She believes that "love sends a little gift of roses" for she wears one in her curly brown hair. Bitter Truth: She thinks a gridiron is a place to cook pan-cakes. |
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MAXINE BROCKMAN Maxine is ironically clever and has a line of conversation that is never exhausted. She likes school but oh, those lessons! Three hobbies belong to the young lady--1, wearing a different dress every day. 2, dodging superfluous admirers. 3, Betty Krebs. Bitter Truth: Is Bobby Lewis the reason why she wants a pass to Watts' every morning. |
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CHRISTINE PUTNAM Booster Club. Puzzle: What is a name of six letters signifying why Christine was on Grant's side during the play "Abraham Lincoln?" The answer is "Harold." She is a cataleptic agent in a chemistry class because she helps the class to react, but isn't changed herself. Butter Truth: Christine loves to play bridge, but making a safe passage over one is a different matter. |
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LEVONE CAMPBELL Girl Reserves. Enter the Scotch lassie. She's distantly related to the Campbell kids--she eats their soup. She also has an enormous appetite for art, for two weary years, she has manipulated the palette and brush, but has not yet changed her jovial nature for the flighty temperament associated with artists. Bitter Truth: She's somebody's Annie Laurie. |
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DON JOHNSON The most frequent frequenter of the Orpheum--that temple of exalted inspirations and good-looking ushers. He's an inhabitant of basketball land, an ardent supporter of Three Flowers' brilliantine, a lover of beautiful tuxedos, always on the front row in senior assembly, and thus we portray Yonny Yonson. Bitter Truth: A smooth number--ask Melba Brilliantine. |
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FRANCES WELLMAN A big cathedral with last rays of the setting sun pouring through stained-glass windows--a deep toned organ pealing forth, a little golden-haired creature perched high on the organ bench--that's what we see ahead for our Frances. She might be a great singer, and then again she might be a champion swimming beauty or an around-the-world hiker. Bitter Truth: She never lost any chords from her organ. |
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CLYDE STONE T-Club, Boosters Club. "Pebble" is a nice geological specimen to have around. He is a clever artist when it comes to "spreading his burmuda" among the fickle gender. Clyde on many occasions has played the part of a romantic court singer. Socially speaking, he's a Dempsey. Bitter Truth: In the minstrel, Clyde was looking for Sally--but he couldn't seem to find her. |
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HELEN ADAMS If a bill introducing cross-word puzzles between the pages of stale musty history pages were put through Congress, Helen would write the President a letter of commendation. Scientific data about her: she has beautiful eyes, aristocracy is her middle name, her clothes would make a peacock weep. Bitter Truth: If she ever takes the witness stand, the masculine jury will vote for her. |