This is a woman, and she’s beautiful.
She’s dressed up for the party.
She must’ve had a good time, she’s still smiling.
She’s writing something, perhaps about the party, or in her diary, because I’m writing too every day what’s going on.
She had a great time dancing with five other men, and now she’s resting!
What is she wearing?
I don’t know why anyone would call this a party; it looks like a classroom.
I see that it is a classroom; I see chairs in back.
She’s smiling and laughing, but she’s writing. I don’t know what she’d be laughing about.
Perhaps she’s a giraffe, I don’t know.
I like the desks, because I like the yellow stuff, and the picture is very bright.
She’s been through a lot of enthusiasm that she still has all that going on there for her.
She has glasses, but she can’t put them on, because she has that funny head, and it’s bothering her.
She’s dressed up, she has a necklace and a black shirt and is putting on a mask.
It’s not the way a woman usually dresses; it’s a puzzle.
Let’s enter that as: why is she wearing such a beautiful outfit?
What is she saving herself from? She’s not scared.
I think she’s writing about the party, but she can’t hold the pencil very well.
It takes place in Beverly Hills!
It’s a classroom.
She’s alone. I don’t see anybody; the other chairs are empty.
I think more people need to come, because there’s paper on the desk.
Perhaps she’s waiting for people, and she came early.
She’s waiting for her boyfriend!
The three tables behind her are empty.
I’m very curious about what she’s writing, because she’s laughing.
She’s laughing, and whatever she’s writing amuses her.
I think she’s writing about herself.
I think she’s beautiful—just like me!
Perhaps she’s a teacher and she’s waiting for other people.
Why would she be dressed like that?
She’s going to meet a lot of people and go to a party together and have fun.
She’s wearing clothes up, down and all around!
Her name is Marilyn; that’s a high-class name.
Her name is Fanny. I like her copy book, because I have the same.
I would like to meet her; she’s a nice person.
I think the whole thing is pretty weird.
Created at the Freda Mohr Sr. Center
Jewish Family Service, Los Angeles
October 31, 2014