174 THE BOOK OF THE CLASS OF NINETEEN-ELEVEN
When that play was over, we sat back, satisfied. Of course, we were a little surprised,
and a good deal disappointed, that Julia and Barb and Maisie hadn’t acted; but there
they sat (all but Julia) perfectly well dressed, at table; so what could we think?
When, at the end of three more courses, we suddenly saw Fanny, as a gallant
“Soldier of the Legion,” appear at the stage door, salute, and begin to distribute more
programs, we gasped with sheer excitement. The Man of Destiny proved to us conclu-
sively that you can never have too much Shaw, or—truer still, too much of 1912’s acting.
Of course, Julia was Napoleon; we guessed that as soon as we read the title. She was
“made for the part” with splendid poise, dignity, intenseness, and—last but not least—
an excellent make-up. Maisie was gracious and charming as the Lady, and we cannot
adequately express admiration for her pluck, in seeing the play through after those weeks
of illness. As for Barb, nothing could be more convincing, appealing, or utterly delicious
than her conception of the Lieutenant! Finally we found in Florence Leopold—a new star,
to us—a thoroughly amusing and finished comedian.
And yet, perhaps, the last part was the best part—better even than the plays. Our
songs said what many Junior-Senior Supper songs had said before, but we put into the
singing of them much that cannot now be put into words. Our friendship with 1912 had
been a long one, firm and warm, from the beginning; and it was not easy to say “good-bye.”
But the thought of our good-bye to them will always be a pleasanter one, because it is bound
up with the memory of that wonderful evening, of the Junior-Senior Supper.
CATHERINE LyMAN DELANO.
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