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HAT about “Pitter Patter”? Wasn’t it a wow? As far as I know, everybody and their grandchildren were there with bells on. Ssh, don’t tell, but I think they liked it loads. There were peppy dances, snappy songs, handsome (?) boys, and lovely girls. The opening chorus, “Maids and the Bell-hops,” sure put everyone in a good humor for the rest of the show, didn’t it? Those costumes were all there. How would you like to have lived back in 1899 in the days of the “Mouse Trap,” when it was quite the thing to scream and holler over a poor little mouse like Nancy did? Oh, boy ! she made enough noise to beat a steam whistle a mile. And in 1999 Molly and Jack were one lovesick couple. Catherine added the final touch of tragedy when she wept over the clothes of her little son. Boo! hoo! it makes me cry to think about it even now-. Emily and Charlotte were two of the most natural negroes I’ve ever seen. They certainly stepped fast and plenty in the “Cake Walk.” The “Dutch Plate” and the “Doll Dance” were two other cute little dances, with some cute little girls doing cute little steps. (Lots of cute ditties’, aren’t there?). I wonder if you felt sort of romantic and dreamy like I did when the Spanish girls glided through the intricate steps of “Rio Rita”? The lights, the scenery and the costumes added much to the beauty of the scenery, don’t you think?
Oh! I almost forgot two of the smallest, most adorable boys in the whole show—Billy and Hodges. Their “Ice Cream” went over big. I wanted one of those ice cream cones so bad I could almost taste it.
Well, it’s all over now and I wish we could have another production as good as that. I have never had so much tun in all my life. But, anyway, we can still remember it, and that helps a lot.
But to stop fooling! Miss James, Miss Williams, and Miss Smith, with their patience, tact, and confidence in us made “Pitter Patter” the success that it was, and our class feels greatly indebted to them.
This is really a “Pitter Patter” letter, but I’m so pepped about it that I couldn’t sav anything else. Please write soon and tell me how you liked it. Lovingly,
Rita.
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o you remember May the eighteenth, the night of the Junior- Senior? Of course there are always Junior-Seniors, but—well, there are a few people who think that this was the only one!
And didn’t those Juniors think they were smart with their fake Dutch scheme? Of course, some of the Seniors were bound to say afterward, “Oh, we knew all along that it was to be a Gypsy affair”; but there were some sur- prised looking faces that night, just the same!
Do you remember the pretty little senoritas? And the Russians, with their bright colors and their funny boots? Of course you haven’t forgotten the little gold-diggers and the other choruses—or that marvelous dancing of Elizabeth and James Parrish. Jeter, as the gypsy lad, cut quite a figure; and personally, we felt that he was quite justified—where Charlotte was concerned, anyway! Besides, who could help it, with a moon like that?
The Porcelain Clock, the dance in the moonlight, the decorations, even the little favors—they all helped to make up a happy memory—the Junior-Senior. Of course it was hard work, and more than one Junior got in the habit of looking anxiously in the mirror every morning to count new gray hairs; but after it was all over, it was worth it and more. After all, Seniors are Seniors, and the rest of us hate to see them go. The Junior-Senior was just another way of wishing, with the gypsies, that
