|Before it was a hotel, this was the pensionnat Villa Orama|
One of the first things Jeannie did on arriving was to buy a rather smart leatherbound notebook from Papeterie Mack, in rue de Bourg, just to the north of the school, near the cathedral. This was to be her autograph book in which all her new friends would write poems and messages and paint little vignettes for her to remember them by.
Jeannie was Scottish, so quite a few of the entries in her book have a Scots flavour. I particularly like this specially composed verse, which ladles on the Burns idiom:
"I've read this book from end to end
and looked the pictures through
The French is far beyond my ken
In fac' it gars me grue
I like the guid auld Doric twang
Tae talk, or sing, or rhyme,
An' be it a sermon or a sang
Or e'en a Bairnies hymn
New fanglet ways I canna 'bide
So be it French of German
Awa' wae baith whate'er betide
In either sang or sermon
And as for names o' bonnie lassies
The Minnies, Idas, Ethels, a'
Parents were sure the biggest asses,
Sic' fancy names their bains tae ca'.
Nacht like a guid auld Scottish name
I don't even like 'my pretty Jane'
Come strike the lyre tae ma ane Queen
And sing tae Prestwick's bonnie Jean."
Another poem, which I won't burden you with, spells out 'Jeannie Wylie' with the initial letters of each line. That one's signed 'Ton amie de la chic table' ('Your friend from the smart table') and the date is given as 'Pitt's birthday' (May 28th -- Pitt the Younger!).
Some of the hand-drawn illustrations are lovely, like the one above. Others -- below -- not quite so accomplished.
|Chateau de Chillon with the Dents du Midi in the background|
This view of the Chateau de Chillon was extremely popular. Courbet had painted it in 1875:
Overall, though, the book gives away what was perhaps the most engaging aspect of the girls' stay in Switzerland: the opportunities it afforded for flirtation. Although it's a little coded, there's a febrile interest in the opposite sex hidden on many pages. One of my favourite pages in the book is this strange amalgamation of memories and secrets, above. Here are some of the phrases:
"Mademoiselle, il faut mettre cela dans la bouche" ("Miss, you must put that in your mouth").
"Leve-toi!" ("Get up!").
"Bonbons, pas pour toi!" ("No sweets for you!").
"Aimes-tu les oranges?" "Seulement la moitie" ("Do you like oranges?" "Just a half").
"Ne vous inquietez pas" ("Don't worry").
"Here alone I wait for thee".
"Veux-tu quelque chose pour ton chapeau?" ("Would you like something for your hat?").
"Veux-tu te baigner?" ("Do you want to go swimming?") "Oh alors!" ("Oh, I say!")
"Je suis amoureuse" ("I'm in love").
"Honi soit qui mal y pense
I have a charming tale to relate
of things that have happened of quite recent date,
a fair-haired young Russe has come to Lausanne,
and to catch his attention we do all we can.
The first time we saw him was at a soiree,
(Doctor Trolliet us had invited to tea)
And he had a flower in his coat, oh alors!
We saw it and gasped as we entered the door
But Madame had said, "Soyez comme il faut,
Je vous pris, cheres enfants, ne regardez pas les beaux" ["Behave correctly, please, dear children, do not look at gentlemen"],
So we sat down on chairs very straight
While the two madames had their tete-a-tete.
But when we began to play a ___ [can't read] game,
We very soon saw the dear Russe's aim.
For to two pretty girls he paid great attention
As if the others were not worth a mention.
Of course we were angry, that goes without saying,
He to two girls his attention was paying,
When of we others there was a great number
Who could do nothing but look and wonder
But that's not all, there's more to relate,
That occurred at an even more recent date.
The next day he came to see us at school
And then his behaviour was even more cool.
Madame a very grand supper was giving
To all her friends in Lausanne who were living.
The Russian turned up in the evening to dance
And of course we all thought we would
then have a chance.
But no, no, no, 'twas always the same,
Evidently he wished not the pain
of inventing new phrases for new sets of girls
Who looked at him askance behind their false curls
At last we saw that it was no good,
Although we all had done all that we could,
So with many groans when we saw it no use,
We others gave up "that horrid young Russe".
Diable! Diable!! Diable!!!
Villa Orama, 22nd April 1891
(That was a little altered at the second soiree, tu sais!)
Souvenir de ton bonne amie, tu sais qui" ["Souvenir from your good friend, you know who" -- should be "ta bonne amie" but they were just learning French. I think the Docteur Trolliet mentioned must be the husband of the Madame Trolliet mentioned on the school postcard above...]
I wouldn't normally find such poems that interesting, but I like this one as it records the actual experiences of Jeannie and her friends in what must have been a magical summer of freedom before they were expected to marry.
"Vite, a gauche, ne regarde pas, des garcons viennent!" [Quick, on the left, don't look, some boys are coming!"]
To finish off, here are some of the names from the book, in case they're of interest to anyone:
Agnes L. Nicholson
S. A. Russell
M. L. Duplan
Ethel L. Morton
Mary H. McNeill
L. A. B. Sechehaye [their teacher]
Florrie Isabel Fryer
May S. Wilkie
Ethel M George (who said, "I think you will always remember the night of May 8th 1891")
Martha M Taylor