Jane - The school was Stephen S. Wise.
Now... A BOTTOMS STORY
I think I've lived too long. There's nothing about which I don't have a story. But the Bottoms one is good.
Years ago, in my other life, when I was living in LA as Sadie, Sadie, Married Lady, my husband and I went to a party at the home of the Canadian Consul - a lovely estate in Hancock Park, a tony section of LA.
It was an outdoor party held around the pool. In those days, the way the grounds were landscaped, there was no demarcation between the pool and the grassy area. You walked along and suddenly there was pool. (This has since been remedied, in part because of the incident I’m about to relate.) So the party was in full swing, crowded, noisy. My husband spotted someone from Canada whom he hadn’t seen for ages. Drink in hand, he waved and started over – and stepped right into the pool – the deep end. By instinct, he grabbed the only thing handy – the wine glass he was holding – shattering it into a bloody pulp as he sank. Everyone ran over as he surfaced. The nearest person to him was the late Al Waxman. When someone shouted, “Help him out, Al!”…Al replied, “But I have a new suit on.” (And Al knew both my husband and moi quite well. In fact, a drama that my husband produced had won Al the Canadian Emmy. Actors are an ungrateful lot.) So…who came to his rescue? One of the Bottoms boys! I’m afraid I don’t remember which one. He not only helped him out of the pool, but he went with him to a room in the house and waited with him for around 40 minutes while one of the maids loaned him HER track suit and dried his things. And he bandaged his hand. A very sweet man, Mr. Bottoms. I think his wife was a real estate agent, that’s all I recall. (My then very young Dear Daughter, BTW, brought tours of kids around to the room to see "Dad in ladies' clothes"....)
The End of my Bottoms story – except for the fact that the “incident” made the Globe and Mail (Canada’s national newspaper) making my husband sound like a drunken lout.