Faulkner School for Girls - Kismet Yearbook (Chicago, IL)
- Class of 1941
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A RECGRD OF EVENTS
The F A U L K N E R
SCHOOL FOR GIRLS
4746 DURUIIES'l'EH AVENUE CHICAGO
Sf THIS YEAR. WHEN PATRIOTISM IS DEEP IN
THE HEART OF EVERY AMERICAN, WE THOUGHT IT APPROPRIATE TO
CHOOSE AS THE THEME OF OUR YEAR BOOK. THE DEVELOPMENT OF
THE AMERICAN FLAG.
BEGINNING WITH THE BETSY ROSS FLAG OF THIRTEEN STARS, FOR
THE INTERMEDIATE DEPARTMENT. WE COME NEXT TO THE JOHN PAUL
JONES FLAG FOR THE FRESHMEN, THEN THE FAMOUS "STAR SPANGLED
BANNER' FOR THE SOPHOMORES, THE FLAG OF THE CONFEDERATE
STATES NOBLY UPHELD BY A DYING SOLDIER, FOR THE JUNIORS, AND
FINALLY THE PRESENT SYMBOL OF AMERICAN LIBERTY, THE FLAG OF
FORTY-EIGHT STARS AND THIRTEEN STRIPES, FOR THE SENIOR CLASS.
WITH THIS THEME WE HAVE ATTEMPTED TO SHOW THE PROGRESS OF
THE FLAG TOWARD UNITY, UNTIL AT LAST WE HAVE REPRESENTED
OUR ACTIVITIES BY SMALL FIGURES PARTICIPATING IN THE EVENTS
WHICH TAKE PLACE EVERY DAY INSIDE AND OUTSIDE OF SCHOOL.
SILHOUETTED AGAINST THE WATCHFUL SHADOW OF THE AMERICAN
MZSXNLO X s
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MARION LOUISE DAVIS
THIS YEAR WE, THE KISMET BOARD, LOVINGLY DEDICATE THIS BOOK TO
Miss MARION DAVIS
BECAUSE OF HER FRIENDLINESS, FAIRNESS, AND PATIENCE MISS DAVIS
IS LOVED BY EVERYONE. BOTH THE TEACHERS AND THE GIRLS APPRE-
CIATE HER UNDERSTANDING AND BROAD-MINDEDNESS, AND ON MANY
OCCASIONS WE SHOULD BE AT A LOSS WITHOUT HER STEADINESS.
TACT, AND HELPFULNESS. FOR ALL THIS, AND MUCH MORE, WE
DEDICATE OUR BOOK TO HER.
BETSY WALLA CE
KI MET NINETEE
PAT WARTON CENEVRA LORISH
HU DRED A D FORTY O E
CLARIS Ross DENNY SCHWARTZ BETTY WOOD
YEAH BOOK BOARD
EDITH ROSE BANNON
ZOE ANN MACAULEY
Faculty Advisor SEBA AIOULTON
JOAN EVANS ZOE ANN MACAULEY KAY ANDERSON
SCHOOL LIFE THROUGH EYE OF THE
IN THESE PAGES OF SNAPSHOTS AND CANDID
PICTURES WE HAVE ATTEMPTED TO PRESENT A CROSSGSECTION OF SCHOOL
LIFE, AND TO SHOW THE DAILY ACTIVITIES OF THE GIRLS AT WORK AND
AT PLAY. IF YOU LOOK CLOSELY. YOU WILL RECOGNIZE HAGAMEMNONI'
ALMOST OBLITERATED BY A GROUP OF SENIORS SITTING ON HIS FENDERS.
BUMPER, AND HOOD: OR CERTAIN JUNIORS IN A FRUIT MARKET, SURf
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HELEN ANN HARWOOD
VEYA JANE McGREW
BEATRICE ANNETTE MELLOTT
MARILLYN MURREL MILLER
President ........ . ........................ ANNE HELEN COWAN
Vice-President ...... .... H ELEN ANN HARWOOD
Secretary ........ ......... M ARILYN MILLER
Treasurer ..... ..... .... .......,..... V E 1 A .IANE McGREW
Colors: Blue and White
Flower: Red Carnation
IN THE SPRING
In the spring the birds will sing,
And the children will play in their swing.
The squirrels at rest, and the birds in their nests,
And all other creatures are singing their best.
Early when the sun comes out,
The flowers begin to sprout.
If the wind will gently blow,
The flowers can sway to and fro.
When the leaves turn red and brown,
And the wind blows round and round,
The birds fly south where it is warm,
And the North prepares for a storm.
Little squirrels are hiding acorns,
Bonfires are burning leaves and thornsg
You can see the sky right through the trees,
Because the wind has taken the leaves.
JUURNEY'S END FOR LADY
It was midmorning in July. Not a leaf was stirring. The sun was blistering.
The farm animals were resting in shady places. Even little Blitzkrieg, the cocker,
lay panting in the shadow of the barn.
Judy, dripping with perspiration, yawned, turned to me and said, "Gee, Weeds,
whatever can we do to cool off?" Just then, out of the house, came my pal's mother
with two tall glasses of Daisy's cool, fresh milk. My, it was good! Then Judy realized
her mother was wearing riding breeches. "Oh, Mother, are we going for a canter?"
"Yes, Judy, I thought it was the best way to cool off. You and Helen Ann run
and get on your riding things, while I ask Henry to saddle the horses?
As I climbed on Patches, he seemed as happy to be off as I was. Lady was quiet.
Henry gave her a pat as she left the stable. Poor Lady was not so young as she
used to be.
We had ridden down the little country lane for about three miles when suddenly
we came upon a railroad track. Around the bend came a shrill whistle. Lady sud-
denly broke into a fast run, Patches at her heels.
Lady stumbled, turned a somersault into a ditch with Judy still clinging to her
back, shrieking in terror. Judy's mother dismounted and dragged my little pal from
the horse. Lady, kicking madly, got to her feet, stumbled across the road, and fell.
Lady came to her Journey's End.
-Helen Ann Harwood
In summer the grass and trees are green,
The lakes and rivers are blue as the sky,
Pretty leaves and pretty flowers,
Very tall corn and pretty water,
Very tall wheat and pretty meadows.
-Vera Jane McGrew
In winter the snow is white,
The lakes and rivers are icy,
The trees are brown and bare,
Snowmen, snow forts made of snow.
You can ski, snowshoe, and skate,
No green leaves and pretty water,
No tall corn and pretty flowers,
No tall wheat and pretty meadows.
-Vera Jane McGrew
GOD'S LOVE FOR US
ln the morning, when we walk
To our schools and merrily talk,
We should thank Cod, free as we are,
That, instead of a bomb, we have a star.
Grateful we are to look up and see
The Star-Spangled Banner, that guards you and me,
The stripes so red, and the stars so white,
That still wave over us, day and night.
OUR AQUARIUM GUEST
My brother has an alligator
Which is quite the despair of Mater.
Though heis but 'leven inches long,
His behavior, I am told, is very wrong.
At any time he may escape his cage
And set some one in a terrific rage.
I am glad Brother has just one Ugator'
And I am sorry for poor Mater,
Who will rejoice later
When the zoo has one more "gator".
-Helen Ann Harwood
War is like a huge stampede, but instead of horses there are men. You can not
be left out of it. lt affects every human being. lt picks you up before you really know
what is happening.
War is made up nearly like a stampede. First, it takes someone or something
to start it. ln a stampede something frightens the animals. Then they turn the
opposite way from the corrals. ln war it is nearly the same, Men turn the opposite
way from hope, faith, and love. We have tried to stop it, but we have failed, for we
are in the hurling stampede now. We hope that sooner or later we may conquer
this thing, war.
ANITA JANETTE DABROHUA
SUSAN L. KUNSTADTER
AMY BLANCHE LIEBER
President ....... .......................... .l OSEPHINE MEYER
Vice-President ..... ..... A NITA .IANETTE DABROHUA
Secretary ..... ......... B ARBARA LAROCHELLE
Treasurer. . . .... ...... ......... ............ S U S AN BLOCK
Colors: Powder Blue and Silver
The clouds look like lambs,
Running in the sky.
Their shepherd, I am very sure,
Is somewhere near by.
They run a little faster now,
And I know why, too.
A big black wolf or bear
Appears within their view.
The cloud-shepherd then appears,
And using his crook for a clout
He strikes the big black beast,
And the rain comes pouring out.
The little lambs are safe,
And they run away to play.
The old black cloud must stay
in one place,
And rain, and rain all day.
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In the spring,
I love to sit in the swing
And listen to the birds gaily sing,
Way above the roof tops high,
Way up in the trees,
Where there is a cool breeze.
I love to listen to the birds sing,
ln the middle of the spring,
Last spring when I was in the country, my cousin, Margaret, and l went out
into the big barn to hunt for eggs. As we scampered up and down over the big piles
of hay and away back into the corners, we found nests with beautiful white eggs
Suddenly we came upon a different sort of nest. In it were four little, furry kit-
tensg two were tiger striped gray, one a soft Maltese gray with a queer little crooked
ear, and a little black one with so much white on its face he looked like Figaro
in the movie, "Pinocchio."
We named him Figaro, and now he is a beautiful black Persian kitty with a
very amusing expression on his face.
GOOD HUMOR MAN
The Good Humor man is a wonderful person,
With his coat and wagon so white.
Children in the block cry out and
Say, "Please, just a little bite today?"
The Good Humor man says in his Voice so gay,
6'Today is the day you have to pay!"
Then he goes on his way, more children to see,
With his tempting ice cream bars.
You hear his bells, ting-a-ling, ling,
They sound like sleigh bells as they ring.
I have a dog named Ricks, He chased the cats with ease
He knows the nicest tricks. Right up the tallest treesg
He likes to chase a ball, He found a great big bone,
And run down the hall. And hid it for his own.
At night when Daddy sleeps,
A faithful watch he keeps.
I love my dog named Ricks
He knows the nicest tricks.
-A nn H erendeen
THE COMING OF SPRING
I sat up in bed this morning,
No frost on the window panel
And there I sat a-yawning,
Wondering how it would be in the lane.
I started out bright and early,
The sun was beginning to rise,
It shed its warm glow upon me,
The flowers were opening their eye
-Anita Janette Dabrohua
As I was sitting in my swing,
Thinking about 'most anything,
Down from the tree came a woolly worm,
And, oh, how he made me shiver and squirm!
I ran to my mother in terror to see
If she would take Mr. Woolly oif me.
For many a day I could not swing,
Thinking about this terrible thing.
Along came the wind another day,
And blew all the ugly woollies away
Then I ran out to my tree to swing,
And think about 'most anything.
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GLORIA TEN HOOR
President ....... ................... .... D A WN RUTHERFORD
....GLORIA TEN HOOR
. ..... NANCY LOU BOYD
.... PATSY COCHRAN
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Colors: Blue and Gold
Flower: Yellow Rose
Through the tree tops comes the wind,
Bringing with it a sudden chill,
It is puffing 'round the corners,
Making sounds so weird and shrill.
-Nancy Lou Boyd
Like Josephas coat of many colors,
Bright strips across the western sky,
Rose and gold, violet and grey,
All fringed with lacy trees.
-f ud ith M ackensen
In the autumn comes Jack Frost,
With his paints and his brushes,
Flaming reds and gleaming yellows,
Tints the leaves, then on he rushes.
-Nancy Lou Boyd
As we left for French Canyon, the air hung heavy and there was no breeze. All
through the woods it was fairly cool. Where the sun broke through, there were
patches of vivid wild flowers with such enchanting names as lndian's paint brush,
star fire and touch-me-nots. After a hike of almost a mile, we came to the edge of the
river valley, a sheer drop of one thousand feet, and there was the majestic Illinois
river slipping quietly along.
Farther on we came to a straight drop of one hundred feet where we found our-
selves near the bottom of a canyon. Then we followed the trail along the side of
the canyon. On our right was a drop of two hundred feet or more, covered with
trees. On our left a cliff straight up one hundred feet also covered with trees and
every now and then outcroppings of rock, while before us a three-foot wide sand
Gradually we came to the bottom of the canyon, As we jogged along the trail, we
came to a little rivulet. Its banks were red-brown in color. Occasionally there was a
rustic bridge, most of the time moss-covered stones. Overhead, bluejays, robins, wild
canaries, and linches added their colorful plumage and sweet songs to the already
beautiful setting. Squirrels and chipmunks scurried over the dead leaves. In a little
while the ground became soggy and the air became damper and denser.
Suddenly the forest stopped. Before us was a little pond. Our eyes went up, up, up,
always following the tiny cascade that fell into the pond, until they saw the blue
sky five hundred feet above the place where we stood. On either side low caves,
filled with Indian relics and bones, stared at us. Virginia creeper hung daringly
down thirty or forty feet. Liverwort and ferns covered the sides and banks. Tiny fish
darted in the pond. All was quiet except for distant twittering of birds and the tinkle
of the waterfall. This was French Canyon, the most beautiful of all the canyons.
The clouds have many different colors,
At sunset they are pink,
Of cotton candy at the circus,
They always make me think.
The summer has come and gone
And there in its place,
A garden of withered leaves '
And lovely autumn grace.
ONE WINTER DAY
One cold winter day,
As the snowflakes fell,
We hopped on our sleds
And rode to the dell.
We hitched on behind
Our Daddy,s new sleigh,
And set out that morning
To have a fine day.
The minute we got there
We unhitched our sleds,
Flopped down at full length,
And bobbed up with our heads.
As our new sharpened runners
Glide over the snow,
Downward we plunge
And faster we go.
Down past the grist mill
And over the creek,
Quickly we stopped,
Ended up in a heap.
Three or more times
Ended up the same way,
But still we'll remember
The thrill of that day.
THE NORTH VVIND
From the North the wind descending
Froze the river in the meadows,
Froze the snow upon the tree bark,
Chased the rabbits to their holesg
And the breath from horses' nostrils
Looked like smoke ascending.
-Gloria lean Ten Hoor
Oh little black owl in that tree,
What fo' yo' look like dat at me?
Wif yo' eyes so big and round,
And making dat awful whoo-oo-in, sound?
Oh, yes, little owl, in da big oak tree,
Yo' sho is making a ,fraid cat 0' me.
From the north the wind descending
Froze the rivers in the meadows,
Brought the children out to skate,
Fast across the icy lake,
Sent the snow across the earth,
Made the big bear seek his berth.
All the fun of winter playing
Depends upon the north wind's staying.
SIGNS OF XVINTER
ln the woods there is a sign,
Amongst the trees of birch and pine,
Of the cold bleak breath of old man North,
Who from the pole is coming forth.
The gurgling brook through the meadow flowing
Still and icy slowly is growing.
Now there is a glimpse of snow,
Covering the earth as the cold winds blow.
Alas, the north wind doth appear,
With his freezing snarl and sneer,
But soon the cold north wind will go,
Taking with him the ice and snow.
The lilies on their lily pads,
In the garden pond are blooming
Lifting up their faces glad
To the bluebirds' swooping.
Above, the azure sky is glowing,
With the golden rays of sunlight,
Shining on the river flowing '
Through the garden clean and bright.
Shadows are cast from the gnarled oak trees
Like erie figures softly creeping,
Through the cool spring breeze,
Past the lazy flowers sleeping.
Now the smell of new mown hay
From the fields is coming,
And the fragrance of this new spring day
Is bringing out the bees ahumming.
The roses in the garden small
Don their garments of pink and red,
Wash and brush their stems so tall,
Each winks her eye and nods her head.
It was dusk
And the wind began to blow.
The dust rolled up and choked us
As the lightning flashed in view.
Then the crash of thunder followed
Like great fans in the wind g
Trees were bending overg
Limbs were cracking all,
And then the rain began to fall.
-Gloria lean Ten Hoor
THE BEETLE AND THE MOUSE
"The wind was howling around the housef'
The beetle was saying to the mouse,
"The stars were out and the night was cold,
The bears and the wolves were dreadfully bold.
I shut the door and latched it tight,
And tried to read by my candle light.
Then the candle melted down,
And I went to bed without a soundf'
The mouse turned around to the beetle and said,
"That was the night I went early to bed.
I heard the coyote yowling by,
And the trees were answering with a sigh.
I fell to thinking of the moon above,
And then sleep came like a soft white dovef,
Such a strange pair conversing I have never heard before,
And next time Iill linger around and probably hear more.
-Nancy K n ight
Cheer! cheer! for Christmas time is near,
Santa is almost in town,
As I peer out my window in my nightcap and gown
Oh! I see Santa high in the sky.
Look! He passes not a single house by.
There, with his reindeer
And sleigh painted bright,
He comes down our chimney
On this cold winter's night
To decorate our Christmas tree
And leave pretty presents for you and for me
And so dear old Santa flies on out of sight
Until next Christmas on that long-awaited night.
With a roar the wind leaped downward,
Seized his prey with icy paws,
Slapped and clawed and tore with vigor,
King of Northland, the great, white bear.
The rustle of the fallen leaves
Beneath the trees now greets the ear,
While busy squirrels hunt small, brown nuts,
And homeward run the fallow deer.
--f url ith M acken sen
The rustle of the autumn leaves,
Yellow, reds and mahogany browns,
Gently falling from the trees,
Floating to the barren grounds.
Huntsmen in vivid pink coats,
Through the woods on their black mares go.
Over the bridges, past the boats,
Chasing the fox they go.
OLD MAN NORTH
Old Man North has blown and blown
Across many a land and sea,
For many years the birds have flown
To escape the North Wind's fiendish glee.
All the rivers have turned to ice, Some people do not care for him.
And children are skating there. But I, for one, just love
Now we see the darkened skies, His angry snarl and puff and sneer
And all the trees are bare. I look again and hels disappeared
Once upon a time, you know,
A man invented a radio.
News came from far and near,
And people gathered 'round to hear
Wonderful music, exciting news,
And mystery tales with many clues,
These are broadcast day and night
And fill us all with great delight.
Of all the inventors of our day,
Marconi is the best, I'd say.
To Marconi we owe endless praise
For the joy he has brought us o'er ether waves.
-Nancy Lou, Boyrl
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NELLY BELLE WALTER
President .......... ......................... B ARBARA HOFMAN
Vice-President ...... ...... M ARJORIE WILHARTZ
Secretory ........ ..., ........... ......... M A R Y JAC BAACKES
Treasurer .... . . ...... .... ........................ B A RBARA RYCROFT
Colors: Red, White and Blue
Flower: Red and White Carnations
M otto : Patriotism
THE STORY OF MY LIFE
As soon as I was published, I was sent to a bookstore, where I stayed for a long
time with nobody to look at me. It wasn't that I didn't have good stories but I was
put on the back shelf, and I had to stay there till all my brothers and sisters had
found a home.
One day I woke up and felt very gayg there was a sunbeam shining through the
window, and it looked very gay. I noticed that while I was asleep I had been moved
forward and was on the front shelf. About noon a lady came along with a little boy
and said she wanted a book. The little boy's mother bought me, and I felt myself
After a while I got to the place where I was to live. The little boy, whose name was
George, picked me up and started reading. As he turned one of my pages, he tore
it but he didn't care. He read some more and then he folded the page where he had
left off reading and threw me on a chair. Along came a little puppy who caught sight
of me and started tearing me to pieces, but fortunately I was saved by the lady.
I lived on for about a year with much sorrow and unhappiness, when one day
a sweet little girl came to visit us. She didn't want to play with George, and so she
started reading me. She handled me so gently. How I wished she could own me!
George said, "Do you like the book, Rose? You may have it, because I don't like
to read booksf' The little girl was delighted and took me home.
First of all, she repaired my torn pages, erased the pencil marks and put a beau-
tiful cover on me. She used to take me every day to bed and when she wasn't reading
she put me on a lovely shelf, where everything was dusted. Even Rose's little kitten
liked me. She would come and lie down on me till she fell asleep. I am living here
with Rose and I hope to be here to the end of my days.
-Nelly Belle W alter
There was a little old man by the name of Bill,
He lived in the centre of Santavilleg
In a little white house with shutters of red
Was a little room with a little wooden bed.
The room was packed with bags of toys,
To be delivered to good girls and boys,
There were dolls and drums and "Jacks-in-the-box,"
And plenty of candy to put in the socks.
He had made his list and was checking it twice,
For he knew the ones who had been nice.
There were Mary and Bob and Tim and Kay,
Who deserved gifts on Christmas day.
He put on his little coat of red,
With a long white beard and a hood for his head.
Then he started on his journey long,
Listening to the carolers' song.
At last he reached the house of Tim
And left the gifts that were meant for him,
There were candy and toys, including a drumg
As he left, he knew his job was done.
Then he turned with a chuckle and a grin,
Away from all the noise and din.
"What a Christmas day "t will be," he said,
As he turned back the covers and jumped into bed.
lt's almost the holiday season,
l'm so happy and have a reason.
lt's time to go skating and
Play crack the whip.
ltis really a great sport,
If one does not slip.
l love the outdoors,
ln fact, I love life
Gee whizzl but it's swell
To be twelve and alive.
THE MORRIS FAMILY
A way, way back,
Oh, I don't know when,
There lived a family
Of about eight or ten.
Their name was Morris
And they had been told
About the wonderful
So they started on their way
As soon as they could,
Always looking forward
For that gold that was so good.
They went all alone
With a small wagon or two,
And a couple of horses
To pull them through.
They rode on for days
But finally winter came,
And it snowed so hard
Their horses became lame.
So then they had to stop
And put up a tent
And wait until winter
But soon spring came,
And they started on their way,
And came upon the Rocky Mountains
Later in the day.
And this is the time when the trouble started,
For it took them nearly a year
To cross this awful mountain space,
With their hearts filled with fear.
But then as they got to the end of the mountains
And near the end of their trail,
They came face to face with a bunch of men
Who weren't so very pale.
They were Indians and they looked at the Morris family
With the thought of fight in their minds,
But it came out in the end
That they were really very kind.
But finally they passed the Indians
And, looking straight ahead,
They saw an awful forest,
By this time their hopes were nearly dead.
And after months of hardships,
Their journey was finally done,
And there before them was California,
Which glittered in the sun.
And finally they could settle down
And find a lot of gold,
But they never forgot that awful journey,
Of which they have always told.
THE IVORY FIGURE
A beautifully carved ivory figure was being placed in a window as I happened to
walk by a quaint Chinese shop one day. I knew the owner of the shop, an old Chinese
gentleman, so I walked in and, to start a conversation, I asked just where the figure
came from. It was a beautiful piece, and I thought that I might buy it. When I asked
this question, the Chinaman looked very queerly at me, then told me to go into a
back room, where he would tell me the long story of this beautiful Chinese figure.
This is the story he told me:
A very long time ago, in about the tenth century, there lived a beautiful girl in
southern China. It happened that the son of the Emperor, then ruling, was traveling
in southern China and, when seeking shelter from a sudden storm, came upon the
home of this girl. The storm seemed as if it would last for weeks, so the prince had
to stay at the girl,s home.
Then, after about ten days of rain, the weather began to clear, and the prince
decided to go on his way. However, after a few days, the rain began again, so he
stopped at the nearest home he could find and spent the night. Then off in the dis-
tance, he saw a beautiful carriage and soon recognized his father, the Emperor. When
the Emperor arrived, the prince told him of his adventures and of the girl, whom
the prince soon realized he missed dreadfully. So, because the Emperor wanted to
meet her, he and the prince rode to her home. They arrived there toward evening,
and the girl offered to let them stay until the next day. It was then that the prince
realized that he loved the girl, and he asked her to go away with him. When she
found he was the prince, she said she could not go, as her father had been killed by
his father. But because of his love for her, he carved this figure and sent it to her
after he left.
The man finished his story saying that he was a descendant of this girl, and that
the figure had passed through the family to him. I wanted to buy the charm but my
Chinese friend would not part with his treasure.
MY TRIP THROUGH
Three girls and I
Met old "Rip Winkleg"
He waved to us,
With his eyes atwinkle.
Then "Heidi" we spied.
She was singing a song,
And "Peter" was with herg
So we all walked along.
The four "Little Women,"
And "The Five Peppers," too,
Were giving a party
For "Little Boy Blue."
"Little Men" and "King Arthur"
Were almost too late
To watch "Hans Brinkeri'
Teach "Eight Cousins" to skate.
Three girls and I,
This trip we deemed
Was very pleasant,
But, I must have dreamed.
My mother is so mild,
So outstanding in her ways,
So tender and thoughtful,
That her we must praise.
My mother is so merciful,
So modest and gay,
So happy and helpful
In every sort of wayg
My mother is so magnificent,
So heroic all the time,
So true and trustful,
She'll be forever mine.
My mother is so merry,
Always doing for me,
I love my dear mother
Who takes care of me.
-Audrey Lou Stern
0 water so blue,
How I'd like to sail on youg
In a white-winged ship
Thru' the waves I'd dip.
I'd visit foreign lands
And admire the native bands,
All o'er the world I'd roam
And then I'd come back home.
Nelly Belle Walter
I know a cozy little place
By a clear and shaded brook,
I love to go alone and take
A pillow and a book.
Before me is the babbling brook,
Behind, a whispering tree,
And I am never lonesome there
Because they talk to me.
And sometimes, if it's windy there.
I feel so free, I run and run,
And, when the day begins to go,
I watch the setting sun.
It isn't very far away,
I go there every day
And lay upon the cool, green grass
And read my cares away.
And I'm the only one who knows
This quiet little glen,
And no one would believe it if
I told them of my den.
And how I played and what I do
The hour I am thereg
And yet, if I talked about it,
They really wouldnit care.
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LUCY JANE BANCROFT
NANCY ANN PENCE
JOYCE VAN DYK
LOIS FAYE VISE
CORENNE KELLY DONNA VOSS
JEAN LEESER JOAN WOODSIDE
President ......... ................ .... N A NCY ANN PENCE
Vice-President ...... ...... C AROLYN OAKES
Secretary-Treasurer. ..... ...... . JOAN HARVEY
Athletic Representative ...... ...... ........ ..... K A Y ANDERSON
Colors: Blue and White
Flower: Red Rose
Motto: Qui non proficit, deficit
LIFE AS THEY LIVE IT
How can a bunny rabbit powder her nose
When you see where her powder puff grows!
lt's no good at all at the end of her clothes,
That's a fact almost everyone knows. n
Those who should happen to think
That a lion's appetite is inferior,
Would very quickly change their minds
If they were to decorate his interior!
The stag is a male deer-
You should watch him go!
fWhen he,s out on a spree
With a little doell
LUCY JANE BANCROFT
Kay has been with us quite a while. She has become a strong pillar to our class and
we could not do without her. She has a Hne character and a brilliant mind, with a
keen sense of humor. We love her dearly.
LUCY JANE BANCROFT
You may not know it from her speech, but Lucy Jane is from the south land. She
is most amiable, willing, very sweet and popular.
Though a IICW-COIIICI' this year, Dot is already clear to us. Her bright manner is known
throughout the school, and we are looking forward to seeing her against next year.
If you ever want anything, Henny is always right there to help you in every way
that she can. She promises to be one of the indispensable members of our class, and
we are glad that she is with us.
Phyl is the quiet, shy type until you know her. Then, like it or not, y0u're in for a
lot of fun with a girl who will always be a loyal, fine friend. We wish that there
were more like her, but gals like Phyllis come once in a life-time.
Harriet is a girl of high standing according to the Freshmen. Her splendid coopera-
tion in making our class a friendly one to everybody is deeply appreciated by
all of us.
Joanne is tops on our list as a good class mate. Her cooperative spirit in all of the
class projects has been a great help to us. Here,s hoping that she will be here for
the next three years!
Number 3 of the Harvey clan is "Doney',. She is doubtless one of the most popular
girls in school, and no wonder! Did you ever see such glamour and personality
rolled into one? We have not. If ever you find another girl like Doney, please notify
us at once. We wish to make her acquaintance before you wake up.
Charlotte is one of the quieter members of our class. But if you will dig behind
those calm eyes, you will find a good friend with a great sense of humor. Though
you do not hear it mentioned, she plays the piano beautifully. Stay with us, Charlotte,
we want you.
"Corky" comes to us from Flossmoor. It took her only one day to win our hearts
permanently. She has twinkling blue eyes, is full of fun, and we are very glad to
have her with us.
Corenne is one of the most valuable girls in the class. Her wit and humor liven up
every day in school. Her consideration of others and many fine traits of character
are an asset to all of us.
J EAN LEESER
"Jeanie with the Light Red Hairw is one little redhead who never gets mad! Imagine!
Well, weire glad she doesn't. Jean is a grand girl and her sunny disposition makes
her everybody's pal.
JANE LU LL
NANCY ANN PENCE
J AN E LULL
The first thing that you notice about ,lane is her warm, friendly Smile. lt makes you
feel at ease with her at once. She has a willing spirit of helpfulness and has proved
that she will be a valued member of any organization.
The 5'Lone Democrat Rides Againv. Redheaded Claire stuck to Roosevelt like glue.
We really admire her lovalty though, and all kidding aside, Claire is a jolly good
fellow and a good Faulknerelte.
CA ROLY N OAKES
"Cuhhy" is another new-comer this year and a very welcome addition to the Fresh-
man class. She is bright. happy and possesses fine qualities which led us to elect
her vice-president. We hope that she likes us as much as we like her.
NANCY ANN PENCE
You would have to travel far to find another person with a disposition like "Penny's".
She is always sweet, kind, and ready to help anyone who needs it. She just glows
with happiness and gayety. ll is certainly easy to see why we love our president
Marcia came to us from the U. H. this year and we realize their loss. Marcia has
shown us what a really grand pal she is, and helped us greatly with our I-Ialloweien
stunt in which she played the leading role.
Gloriais blonde curls and trim figure have earned her the title "glamour girlw. Her
humorous temperament peps up our school days and provides excitement. Ive never
know what "Schmitty'7 is going to do next. She makes us laugh when we are blue--
so hereis to YOU.
Our school is fortunate in having Pat with us this year. There is not another girl
better fitted to he a companion to all than is Pat. She is a great addition to our class
-and are we glad?
Ariel astounded us this fall by coming hack to Faulkner minus twenty-two pounds!
She looks wonderful and is as sweet and charming as ever. More power to you, Ariel!
JOYCE VAN DYK
LOIS FAYE VISE
JOYCE VAN DYK
Joyce is another welcome addition. Whatever you want, if Joyce has it, she will
gladly lend it to you. She is generous to everyone, and we hope that she is to be a
permanent member of our class.
LOIS FAYE VISE
Lois shines in Current Topics. She can always tell you who is doing what and where.
She is also talented in art and dramatics. ln other words, Lois is a swell girl and a
great addition to the Freshmen.
DON N A VOSS
Donna is one of the spark-plugs that make our class machine work. She has proved
her ability in all Helds, and stands high in our estimation as a great and true friend
to all of the girls in the class.
JOA N WOODSIDE
Though this is only her second year with us, "Bunny', has proved herself a most
popular girl. Her kindness and willingness to help others has brought her to the top
of our list as a very capable and all-around girl.
I was afraid, yes frankly afraid, when I thought of the prospect of becoming a full
fledged "Faulkner girlw this fall. It was not the same kind of fear that we usually
experience but rather a suspense and expectation like the moment before you pick
up the receiver, when the telephone rings, and stand wondering who it can be.
My very first impression of this strange and mysterious place was made while
walking toward the building on the first day of school. The dark, red brick made a
magnificent background for the many-colored trees and the bright kindergarten
Any qualms that I had had before this point were now quieted because as I entered
the school I couldn't help feeling the friendly atmosphere, even the trampled stone
steps and the old wooden doors seemed to smile in appreciation and tolerance. I was
awed with the fresh and neat appearance of everything and impressed with the pride
that the girls took in keeping it so. I hung up my coat, collected my books and started
upstairs to begin my program. My desk was just where it had been the day before
when we were introduced but now, somehow, it was different-filled with books and
with an air about it that showed it was being used.
The girls were very helpful about acquainting me with The Faulkner School and
everything that goes under that heading, such as giving hints and explanations about
the rules, regulations and customs of the school, the most helpful of which was the
advice that when my assignment is to learn something, then learn it!
I have been here for many weeks now and feel as though I am a veteran. My
dream has come true: I am a real, genuine "Faulkner girlw and I am not afraid any
more, because I belong and am established and I realize it every morning when I
hear the girls and myself sincerely join in a hearty, "Good morning, Miss Faulknerlv
ODE TO THE COUNTRYSIDE
Beautiful the river with its water clear and blue,
Beautiful the sands of golden hue,
Beautiful the children's laughter, sweet and trueg
Beautiful the trees of leafy green,
Beautiful the air so sweet and clean.
Beautiful the hills and all the clouds
More beautiful than all the golden shrouds,
Beautiful the countryside,
Through which I ride.
-fo Anne Green
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DECEMBER 21, 1940.
Dear Diary, Master Dick took me to the park for my walk this afternoon. He sat
down on a bench, unsnapped my leash, and began to play ball with me. I love to play
ball almost as much as I like to eat nice juicy bones in front of a warm kitchen stove.
Well, anyway, Dick threw the ball very far. I chased it and chased it. When I found it
at last, another dog had it. She was a lovely dog. She had soft brown eyes, the cutest
little ears, and she wagged her tail at me tool Then Dick came to look for me and
talked to the pretty dog's mistress for the longest time. I liked that, because it gave
me a chance to play with my new girl friend. Her name is Fifi.
DECEMBER 22. 1940.
Dear Diary, I saw Fifi again today. Dick met Miss Browning in the park and Fifi
was with her. We walked along together till it began to get dark. I told Fifi the story
of my life. She seemed to like it and said that I was the most interesting dog she had
ever met. We raced around, played ball, and found a lovely old bone to play with.
The meat was gone, but we had fun with it. Dick took Miss Browning, Fifi, and me to
Walgreenis for a soda. That is, Dick and Miss Browning had a soda, and Fifi and I
had a lovely bone apiece. Dick took Miss Browning home, and Fifi barked goodnight
DECEMBER 23, 1940.
Dear Diary, I'm in love. I'm sure I'm in love, because I've got a tummy ache and
I feel just terrible. I rubbed noses with her today! That's how it all began. A nasty
little boy stepped on F ifi's tail while we were having a heart-to-heart bark about cat
fights. fFifi loves to chase cats, too.D I growled at the boy and snapped at him. He
cried and went away. Then it happened! Fifi looked so hurt and sad that I just
couldn't help rubbing noses. Gee, Fifi's the most glamorous, beautiful, lovable dog
in the world!
DECEMBER 24, 1940.
Dear Diary, today is Christmas Eve, and Fm all excited about tomorrow. There
are so many beautiful packages hidden in Mrs. Stuart's sewing room. One of
them is round and all wrapped up in pretty paper and ribbon. It says 'flumblew
on the card. I wonder what it is. I just decided what I am going to give Fifi for
Christmas. Ilm going to give her my old squeaky mouse. I dropped it in the bath tub,
so it is all clean and nice. I hope she likes it. Don't you?
DECEMBER 25, 1940.
Dear Diary, Merry Christmas! We all got up early and opened our presents. I
received a beautiful new ball, a raincoat, a new collar and leash, and lovely basket-
bedl We had a good dinner this afternoon. Mr. and Mrs. Stuart and Dick had turkey
and dressing, but I had two cans of dog food and a great big bone. I didn't see Fifi,
so I couldnat give her her present, but I had a very happy day and a very merry
Dear Diary, I,ve been jiltedl Dick and I met Fifi and Miss Browning in the park
again. I gave her her mouse, and she was very much pleased. We played ball a while,
and then a mangy, dirty terrier camepby. He barked at Fifi and gave her the bone
he was holding in his mouth. I was angry! I asked her who this ucreaturew was,
and she said that he was Clancy Jones. She also said that Clancy was just divine.
Phooey! This Clancy fellow started to push me around, so I asked him if he wanted
to fight it out, dog to dog. He said he would, so we began to bite and scratch and
jump and growl. I licked the stuffings out of Clancy and walked up to Fifi. She
stuck her nose in the air and trotted over to Clancy. She petted him, crooned over
him, and called me a brute and said I ought to be in the pound. Isn't that just like
a girl? I tell you, Diary, I,m through with women for life!
DECEMBER 27, 1940.
Dear Diary, life is rosy again, Fifi still loves me. Clancy bit her when she tried
to kiss him, so she came running back to me. At first I was just a little snooty.
Then she began to whine and wag her tail and bark her apologies. I couldn't help
myself after that. So Fifi and I made up and we played and romped together. Dick
told Miss Jane that he would meet her tomorrow in the park. That means I'll see her
tomorrow! Ah me, ain7t love grand?
Julia had been asleep a long time, but her subconscious mind was working over-
time. She was remembering the theft which had caused such a scandal. Julia at once
determined to solve this mystery.
The next day any girl walking by the locker room would see a girl kneeling down
to peer into the lockers. Julia worked every spare moment she had, during recess
and lunch time, too. She was determined to save the good name of her school. Just
as the bell was about to ring, Julia looked in locker 98 and there she saw a set of
two large keys. She took them out and saw a little tag which read, "Safe-F. S. f. G."
How terrible! They were tremendous keys about an inch square. Julia heard the bell
ring and rushed upstairs so excited that she could hardly contain herself.
Then she realized that locker 98 was that of her best friend, Geraldine Simms.
How tragic! All day Julia thought about her discovery. She finally decided that
she must tell her principal. ,lust one more look. Julia did look and to her surprise
there was nothing there!
Julia waited a few days and looked again. "How queerf' she thought, "here are
two more keys exactly like the others except that the initials are on the keys."
Then and there Julia decided that she must tell the principal, and soon she was in
her office and beside her was Geraldine. Geraldine looked frightened, and Julia was
sorry. Julia liked Geraldine very much.
Two hours later the two girls came out looking very relieved. The keys were not
the keys to the safe, and the initials stood for "Father's Savings for Geraldine." What
a happy day! Julia wasn't a very good detective.
Some time later Julia woke up.
-fo Anne Green
Any reference to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.
I wandered by the roadside
On my carefree way,
For it was joyous spring,
And such a lovely day!
I saw a tiny flower
,lust a speck of blue,
But I have never seen one
I just couldnit pick itg
So I left it growing there,
And wandered on my way,
Not forgetting the flower
If the bringer of good gifts
Should ever come to me,
And ask for what I wish,
Of that sky-like hue! I know what it would be.
I'd not wish for much,
Not the wealth of kings-
Nothing, nothing at all
But just-to see the little things.
-C orenne Kelly
THE FIRST DAY AT SCHOOL
September Seventeenth was a very gala day,
We pranced to Faulkner feeling too gay.
Into the school room--we all took our places,
Our hair was all curled and washed were our faces.
S'Begin studying your booksf, by the teacher wefre told,
"If you learn what is in them, there's no reason to scoldf'
We all went to work and learned with a bang
And were ready for chapel when the bell rang.
From the chapel much sobered and speechless and dumb.
To our lessons we go with our brains feeling numb.
After readin' and writin, for hours far too long,
We dance out of school in a great burst of song.
JUST ANOTHER SCHOOL DAY
The alarm clock goes off with an awful noise.
I wake up with a start and try to keep my poise.
It's no use and I start to yell,
Up I jump and shut off the bell.
Where's my toothbrush, I've looked all overg
ltis in the basket of good old Rover.
A few drops of water upon my face,
You would never suspect me of the human race.
I've combed my hair, but it still looks a sightg
Into my skirt I jump with all my might.
One last look into the mirror, I'm a fright.
Why! Oh why! did I go out last night?
Down to the breakfast table I go to eat,
Under the table I encounter some feet.
Dan spilled his orange juice, heis so sweet,
Mother is saying, "We all should look neat."
Where's my coat? and where's my hat?
Where's my mittens? and goodbye Pat,
Off to school I go, tripping over the cat,
I slipped on some ice and down I sat,
Still in one piece and thankful for that.
School at last. Oh! there are some girls.
We pick up snow and away we hurl,
Missing the windows the width of a curl,
One teacher called, '4Come inside, girls."
Off goes my coat, l've got a second to spare.
My books are scattered here and there,
As I run upstairs, teacher said, '4Well, well",
I jump into my seat, there's the bell!
TIME AND TIDE
The cheering sunlight fell upon the floor of the dingily furnished room, making the
threadbare carpet seem warm and new. A few jagged shafts lighted up the room,
somewhat erasing the bitter stamp of poverty there.
Lillian sat on the creaking bed, staring at an object. Her mind was dull at that
minute. She couldn't realize where she was, or why, then. She couldn't realize that
this was New York, bright, glittering, fabulous New York, of which Lillian, back in
Indiana, had heard so much. She knew that she was one of millions of girls in New
York from far-away sections of America, who, like her, had been drawn to New York
by dreams of fame on the stage. Each one of them had laughed at the idea of a
struggle when trying to reach the desired goal. "Why," they would say, "we won't
have trouble in becoming famous. Other people have-but not we."
Lillian Gordon had laughed, too, laughed because she just knew that she'd have
Broadway at her feet without trying. Now-where was she? In the back room of a
brownstone rooming house, two weeks behind in her rent, with one dollar between
her and-but who knows? Oh, yes, Lillian had been to almost every producer's
office in New York. "Come back next week," she'd heard. "Nothing todayf' "No
part for you," or "You're not the type," or "The position is filled."
Lillian shrugged. She couldnit go back home. Mom dead-and Pa, who had gone
away and no one knew where, besides, she was so confident that her fame was
assured that, when she'd left, it was pretty well around town. She couldn't go back
"Lillian Gordon," she said to herself, "you are a failure, and you know it! Think
of your self-confidence! Oh, yes, you're going to have to think of something to get
you out of this fix, all rightf,
So she got on her coat and went out, luckily so that Mrs. O'Ryan, the landlady,
would not see her. She went to the drug store.
Night came on, and then came morning, a new day-a day that Lillian never saw.
The doorbell rang downstairs, and Mrs. O'Ryan answered it. A short, wiry man
"Does a Miss Lillian Cordon live here?" asked the man.
'5Yes, that she does," the landlady said, "but her rentis due a good two weeks-f'
She gazed at the strangeris evident prosperity and continued hopefully, "And itis six
dollars, too." She cleared her throat, "Are you a friend of hers?"
"No, I don't know her," he said. "lim from the office of The Theatrical Guild. We
have a position open for Miss Gordon, if she wants to take it."
"lf she donlt, Illl take it!', the landlady sneered. 'LGotta get my six bucks some-
howf, She smoothed her dress. "I,ll go up to her room and get her," she said. Her
clod-heeled shoes tramped up the worn, termite-infested stairs like hammer blows.
She pounded on the door, so that the walls shook.
"Miss Cordon! Miss Cordonlw she screeched. There was no answer. Mrs. O,Ryan
turned the knob but saw that the door was locked. So she dived into the huge
pocket of her faded washdress and brought forth a key, with which she opened
She saw that Miss Gordon was asleep, so she softly stole over to her and shook
her gently. "Miss Gordon," she crooned, "Miss Gordon." But Lillian never awoke.
Mrs. 0'Ryan noted a small bottle beside the bed on the broken-back chair. She
picked it up, glanced at the label.
"Poisonl" she breathed, Goh, horrors! Poor Miss Gordon-so young! and me-
out six dollars! Oh, dolorous day, dolorous day!"
FAULKNER NIGHT AT THE OPERA
The time: six-thirty oiclock one Friday night during the opera season.
The place: any Seniorls for is it a Freshmanlsi dressing room. fahemll
The action: Suzette is dressing herself for the opera. While she takes a last admiring
glance at herself in the mirror, she reviews the story of tonight's opera as the
Oberndorfers told it at school.
Her mother breaks into these thoughts with familiar words:
"Suzette, dear, you know you mustn't keep them waiting! Good-bye dear, and
have a ood timef, A door is slammed and Suzette is off.
On the way to call for Miss Faulkner, comments and compliments are exchanged
on the appearance of new fur coats.
The scene changes. lt is the opera house and the Faulkner School box.
The conductor enters in the midst of applause, taps with his baton-the overture
begins. The curtain rises on the first act of "Madame Butterfly."
From then on until the curtain falls again, the audience is held in a trance by
Puccini,s beautiful music and the colorful scenes before them. Such glorious singing!
During intermission some of the girls go behind scenes to meet James Melton
tlsieutenant Pinkertonl-a truly thrilling experience.
All too soon the curtain falls on the last tragic act, which finds some of our girls
wiping away their tears.
On the way home such topics as fur coats are forgotten, and the conversation
all centers about the wonderful evening at the opera.
VVHEN PRISSY SAVED THE DAY
It was one of those hot, humid, totally uncomfortable days that only the Indian
jungle can offer. Priscilla, the camp mascot, was lazily sunning herself in front of
my tent. Priscilla was not, as you would imagine, a cat or dog, but a dear little
mongoose with the most appealing brown eyes into which you ever looked. Today,
however, Priscilla's nose was decidedly blue in color from her inquisitive explorations
of my ink-well. She is always exploring things. She burnt her forepaw just the other
day on my brother's pipe. Yet Priscilla never gives up unless she either under-
stands a thing or nearly kills herself in the attempt.
Today offered nothing interesting to Priscilla, myself, or my before-mentioned
brother, Jack. As I lazily stretched myself, my eye suddenly spied my camera,
standing dusty and neglected in the corner. Rising, I picked up my hat, camera,
rifle, and canteen and started slowly off for a small jungle water hole, hoping to
snap some unusual pictures of the jungle-folk as they came to drink. Priscilla
sleepily followed me, yawning at every step.
I soon reached my destination, set up my camera, and happily took many pictures,
including some of deer, an antelope, several monkeys, a fat old baboon, and even a
rhino, which, fortunately, did not see me. All this while, Priscilla eyed my camera
with disgust. She had evidently thoroughly explored it before.
Suddenly, Priscilla's tiny weasel-like body stood erect! Her brown eyes became
red and bloodshot, and her mouth drew back in a wolfish grin,
I calmly gazed at the little animal, wondering what it was that could so quickly
change her from a gentle, sleepy little mongoose to one whose ferocity would have
been alarming had her size been greater. Turning slowly around, I saw, to my
horror and dismay, a huge king cobra, ready to strike!
So terrified was I that my rifle lay unheeded at my feet. I did not need it, how-
ever, for Prissy went immediately into action, her ink-stained nose flashing here and
there as she dodged the snake's vicious lunges and leapt upon its back. Here she
sought to bite the one vital spot, just below the hood.
As Prissy dug her tiny white fangs into the scaly back of the most poisonous of
all reptiles, the cobra began to twist, turn, and wiggle in order to shake off his
antagonist. The valiant little animal held on until the huge reptile quivered and
Back at camp, an hour later, Prissy, the much-petted darling of the entire camp,
was again sunning herself in front of my tent with a fresh coat of ink adorning
HOW THE STORY GREW
We were new in Oakville and were just gettin' acquainted with folks when a rumor
was started around by one of those eavesdroppers that live next door. She was the
orneriest old gossip you ever listened to. She was an invaluable part of the
Courier, the town,s one small newspaper. She furnished all the society news and
To get back to the rumor. I first got wind of it in the general store. The old
widower, Mr. Bates, came over to me and patted me on the shoulder and said, "It's
a pity, Mrs. Brown, but it happens to everyone sometimef,
I had just received a letter from my sister that her pet cat had died but I didnlt
see how he could know about it. So I just said, 6'Oh, that's all right, Jed." And I let
it go at that. But, every once in a while, about the same thing would happen. I was
more mystified than ever when the most beautiful basket of roses arrived from the
florist, Mat Pawn.
One day the originator of the rumor came to see me. We sat down for a chat,
and she seemed rather surprised at my red dress, and I don't think she approved
of my gayety. I couldnit figure it out. Finally, when I could stand all this secrecy
no longer, I asked her what all the mystery was about.
She replied, '4Why, the accident, of course, my dear. I suppose your poor, sad
brain had too much of a strain when she diedf'
g'Wht1 do you rnean?7' I asked. I couldnit imagine whom she was talking about.
"Why, Elsie, of course. Whom did you think I was talking about, dear?',
'aElsie? Elsie? I can't imagine what is going on.,7
My room was fragrant with roses, lilies, and other Howers. All had come with some
sad card attached. '
"Why, I mean the fatal accident that your poor sister, Elsie, had. She was such
a sweet thing, toof'
I finally got the whole story out. She had heard me talking about my sisteris cat and
thoughtl meant my sister. Then my dog had gotten out of hand and had left home
for one day. Then she had puppies. I had told my next-door neighbor about an
accident, because the puppies were a strange mixture that I had never seen before.
The story grew and grew, till my sister had died in a fatal accident.
My dogis name was Elsie.
SCHOOL AND SONGS
Before Exams: "Do I Worry?', tyesl Time in Study Hall: MOnly Foreverfi
After Exams: "It All Comes Back to Me At Prom: 'GWaltzing in the Clouds."
Now." Gym Stunts: '4One, Two, Three, Kickf,
After Report Cards: '4There'll Be Some Spring Vacation: 4'When April Singsf'
Changes Made." Summer Vacation: '4Time on My Hands.
I:I5: nThere I Gof' Graduation: 4'I'll Never Smile Againf'
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Deep in the bowels of Mother Earth a strange scene was taking place. Jupiter. king
of the gods, was having his armor forged. In a dark, gloomy corner sat Vulcan.
inspecting the many different metals which were to be made into one magnificent
piece of armor. However delicate the design, the plates must be strong as the driving
force of the god behind them. The breastpiece of the shield must picture the frightful
ugliness of lVledusa's head, and fill all who gazed upon it with unreasoning terror.
As he pondered the question, Vulcan realized that if he was successful in this task.
he would gain the respect of those who had once chided and ignored him. Thus he
sct about to create his masterpiece.
With blazing brands. he lighted a fire beneath the gigantic pot. Wind unparalleled
poured forth from his mighty bellows as he bent to the task. Yellow crackling flames
lca Jed high above the rim, and little b' little the melting metals changed color.
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But. without warning. the whole earth began to quiver. The huge pot of silvery-
wbite metal rocked precariously back and forth. Only one thing could produce such
upheaval: Jupiter and Mars were lighting again. As blazing tbunderbolts rent the
air. Vulcan dashed from his underground shelter.
"StopI Stop!" he screamed, "or your armor will be ruined."
Hut too late. the pot had boiled over, and the precious metals were rapidly sinking
into lbe depths of the earth.
The loss of the gods was mankind's gain, for thus originated the metals of the
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WHY FOUR O'CLOCKS BLOOM AT FOUR
Apollo loved a beautiful mortal maiden named Naideen. Naideen didn't want her
family to know of Apollo's love for her and each afternoon she would secretly meet
him in the forest.
Naideen loved the flowers growing around the place where they met. She seemed
more interested in them than in Apollo. He was displeased by her attitude towards
him and changed her into a flower, saying that if she liked flowers so well she could
remain one for the rest of her life. The only thing she had left was her beauty.
She was so sad that she stayed closed till late afternoon, when she opened to watch
for Apollo with the hope that he would come and meet her as they always had met
before, forgive her, and change her back to her human form.
-Charlotte H elsell
Once upon a time, there was a little girl from a small English town, who went
Shakespearean in the desire for success in acting dramas. She had personality,
beauty, grace and charm. Her second and third parts were very successful. She was
singled out for stardom and was given trial in one of the Shakespearean dramas
which had to end in tears. Everything was running along smoothly until tears were
necessary. All the coaching and telling sad stories were of no use. She could not
shed tears. It became impossible for her to get the major roles.
Becoming panicky over her misfortune, she went to the goddess of harvest and.
while she was offering a prayer, the goddess spoke from afar and said:
"Here I am in answer to your prayers. Pray tell me your troubles."
Then Cynthia said, '60 goddess of harvest, if you could only grant one wish I
shall be ever so gratefulfl and with that she told the goddess of her one failing which
stood in the way of her success.
She said, "0 goddess, I need something that will make me shed tearsf'
Cynthia was told to walk a mile forward and a mile to the left, and there she
would find the answer to her prayers.
Then the goddess vanished and Cynthia found the spot where grew the vegetable
now known as the onion. The onion was used by Cynthia in each one of her dramatic
THE ORIGIN OF THE PINE
There once lived a young man named Pinos. He was strong like the bull, tall like
the poplar, and beautiful of face. It is even said that some mortals thought he must
be brother to Apollo himself.
This Pinos loved the forest of the north and there he lived among his friends
the animals, the tall trees and blue lakes. As he sat 'neath the trees he often thought
of the land to the south where he longed to travel.
Finally the time was right, for Spring was in the air and Pinos left for the South.
He traveled many weeks until he came to a great forest. Here he rested, for already
he was homesick for his forest home.
The sound of merry laughter awakened him, and, peeking through the bushes, he
saw a party of women, hunting, led by one radiantly beautiful. As he moved closer
a twig broke beneath his foot, betraying his presence to Diana, for that was her
name. Her anger was terrible, but when she gazed upon his face her heart softened,
and she found herself in love with this mortal .
Love had come to Pinos, too, and he and this goddess spent the following weeks
together happily, but Juno had seen this hunter and loved him as had Diana. Her
jealousy knew no bounds when her advances were repulsed by Pinos, and she deter-
mined Diana should not have him.
Taking the form of a traveler, Juno talked with Pinos and, while she talked, poured
a poison into his drink. As he lay there dead, beautiful in death, even Juno shed
Diana was overcome with grief and went to her father, Jupiter, begging him to
restore Pinos to life, but it was hopeless, for Juno had done her work well. Instead,
Jupiter promised that Pinos should not be put in the ground shut away from light
but should be immortal in another form.
That night Jupiter went to earth and placed in his chariot the lifeless form of
Pinos. Far to the north he drove and there beside the still water of a beautiful lake
he laid him, and from that spot sprang forth a tall pine tree so like Pinos in life.
Here he still lives near his friends the animals, tall trees, and blue lakes.
-Joyce Van Dyk.
MARY RUTH HERTZMAN
ZOE ANN MACAULAY
JOAN EVANS SALLY MILLER
DOROTHY FELBER GLORIA MURPHY
GLORIA JUNE FRANK REGINA OSHE
NANCY LEE GOODMAN MARY ALICE PIPER
HELEN HERENDEEN ALICE UTLEY
President ........ ...... ................. G L ORIA JUNE FRANK
Vice-President ....... ....... E LAINE WILHARTZ
Secretary-Treasurer ....... ........... .I OAN EVANS
Athletic Representative ......... .... M ARY ALICE PIPER
Color: Light Blue
Flower: Sweetheart Roses
Motto: A Chain Is No Stronger Than Its Weakest Link
One stormy night,
I crept into bed:
I picked up a book
And read and read.
The book was a mystery,
Though Miss Moulton, I k
Would not say "Yes."
I read and read
Till the clock struck three,
When I reached the end
Of my mystery.
I turned out the light,
And the darkness closed in,
And the storm raged outside
In a terrible din.
Then creatures began to emerge from the shadows,
And corpses lay dead on the floor,
So now I know that Miss Moulton was right,
And I,ll not read these books any more.
-Zoe Ann Macaulay
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"Oh, Sadie Jean"
Elaine is the youngest girl in
our class and has made a record
in both studies and popularity
of which any one can be proud.
Dorothy hasn't much to say at
times hut she enters into things
30 page letters
'SNew Yawk" ....
Lois is one of our glamour girls
and we all have a lot of fun
with her especially during gym
FRAN CIN E BLL ME
remarks in English
Francine came to us this year
from Parker and has kept us in
stitches since the day school
"Oh, Daddy" lehueklel
.loan has proven herself to he a
grand sport and a wonderful
friend to all of us.
Algehra and lfreneh
Dorothy has thrilled us with her
thrilling stories of her past ex-
GLORIA FRA N K
Frankie has a well-known sense
of humor hut uses it only at
the right time. We all respect
her and feel she has made a
NANCY LEE GOODMAN
"My sister says"
Nancy Lee is known for her
giggle that usually rocks the
foundation of our Alma Mater.
"Oh, N o"
Letitia is xsilhout
of the grandest and sweetest
girls in our class.
a doubt one
ZOE ANN MACAULAY
golf and howling
Zoe Ann had made a goal for
herself and has made it by hav-
ing one of the highest averages
in our class and also keeping
up her popularity.
interest in opera and rlramatics
Algebra and French
Helen is also a girl of sudden
outbursts, but this year she has
calmed down a lot-but still re-
tains her giggle.
MARY RUTH IIERTZMAN
Mary Ruth is always ready and
willing to help us out.
"Sally, pick me np"
Patsy is laheletl as llle Humor
Section of our elass.
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Miller has had minor troubles
with her love-life and school
problems. hut always wears the
being weary Wt
"Bets and Jo"
Gloria is one of our sun-beams
although she is sometimes very
weary, but she always steps up
with ideas that In-Ip ns out every
time. A .
REGINA OSHE N
Regina's our newest addition and
we have enjoyed having her with
Elaine is also a giggler but she
can be serious when the occasion
arises and has helped us with
our class problems and has done
a grand job with the position of
MARY ALICE PIPER
Mary Alice is our athletic' repre-
sentative and really shows us
that she deserves this position
because she throws a mean has-
ketball and bats a hockey stick
like a professional.
books of all kinds f?P
lack of make-up in the morning
The Hayes Family
Alice is one of the girls who
sees all, hears all hut she's really
a grand girl.
A SOPHOMORE'S DAY DREAM
A Sophomore was sitting one dull winter day,
Watching the snow slowly fall.
She longed for vacation, so far away,
When she'd have no school work at all.
She dreamed of her teachers all having the mumps,
And swallowing English in pills and in lumps,
Of math problems jumping to make themselves right
So she,d not have to work them all the night.
Her French and Latin books she stacked in a big mound
And then burned the pile right down to the ground.
She took basketballs, hockey sticks, and all such stuff,
And said, "Of these things, I've had quite enough."
No unwelcome ideas would come into her mind,
Only thoughts of parties and dresses divine.
She'd have no more worries 'bout being late to school,
And week-night dates would now be the rule.
She felt a sharp touch on the back of her neck,
And her dream faded into the blue.
Then the teacher gave her another rap
And said, "That's a zero for youf'
-Nancy Lee Goodman
BELIEVE IT OR NOT
Down from the North the man did race
To see his wife so trueg
He had not seen her for many a day,
Had a feeling she needed him right away'
So decided he must push through.
On a tractor he rode, in the bitter cold,
To keep warm he would run behindg
The whole long day he raced this way
To a point where a boat he would find,
The river was freezing, the boat could not waitg
So the man made a tent for the night.
Next morning he started at break of day
In a canoe with an Indian guide
Who had to break ice most of the way,
Then walk through brush the rest of the day.
The last twenty miles by dog team he rode-
Nine huskies, they made good time,
He arrived at last at the end of his road
And found he had come on time.
The presentiment he had was all too true
His wife in the hospital lay,
Her joy was so great at sight of her mate
Her recovery commenced on that date.
-Mary Alice Piper
MY MOST EMBARRASSING MGMENT
Embarrasing moments are like nightmares: the sooner forgotten, the better. While
visiting up at Lakeside last summer, I had the pleasure of attending the Firemen's
Ball, an annual aHair held at the Chinkaming Country Club. Everyone was invited,
the natives, summer residents, and visitors. I had heard so much about it that I
became more and more excited as the night of this big event drew near.
The program for the evening consisted of songs, jitter-bug contests, popular dances,
and old-fashioned square dances. Not being a jitter-bug myself, I couldn't fully
appreciate the contest, but it was really very funny. After this contest was over,
the orchestra began to play more or less K mostly lessj popular tunes, to which
While I was dancing, I noticed a very large farmer, dancing with his wife. He
must have weighed about two hundred pounds, maybe two hundred and fifty-l'm
not a judge of that. He seemed to be on my feet most of the time. Before anyone
knew what had happened, I had caught my heel in the cuff of his trousers and
down he fell, flat on his face, clutching wildly at the air and his wife in his down-
ward plunge, but to no avail. I could feel my face getting redder and redder as the
crowd surged in on us, everyone wanting to know what had happened. After much
tussling, two or three men succeeded in getting him to his feet. I stammered my
apologies to the angry farmer, but they were not very graciously received. I only
wished that I could run and hide for the remainder of the evening. My friends
that night and for many weeks afterward teased me about the man who "fell for me"
at the Firemenis Ball.
THE RED CARNATION
A poorly-dressed man, who was returning from work, went shuflling down the
street, carrying his lunchbox in his hand. Suddenly he stopped, and stooping to the
ground, he picked up a withered carnation and continued his way, eagerly smelling
It brought back many memories to him, of better days when he and his wife and
his son had had happiness and he, Robert Mason, had been famous. For although
many had now forgotten him, Robert Mason had once been a great actor. His
small son, Billy, had resolved to be an actor when he grew up, and Mason had
great hopes for him. Whenever Mason went anywhere where he would be in the
public eye, he invariably insisted on wearing a red carnation. Why he did this,
Young Billy often said, "Father, when I grow up and become a great actor, I
will always wear a red Carnation, too."
But, as fate would have it, Robert Mason,s fame suddenly fell, and he found
himself nearly penniless. He did not have the money to continue with Billy's
schooling, and the boy, bitterly disappointed, ran away. He left a note, claiming
he was going to become a great actor, in spite of everything. His parents doubted
if he could make the grade, and they had never found out, for they had not
heard from Bill since.
Many years had gone by, and Mr. Mason was working in a factory. Things were
going as well as could be expected, but the Masons still held the hope of hearing
from their son.
Little could Mason, now quite a middle-aged man, have guessed that this carna-
tion had belonged to his son, who only a short time before had walked on this very
ground, that the wellknown actor, who had just recently come into the limelight,
was really his son, under the stage name of William Markham, and that it was a
wellknown fact among society people that William Markham wore a red carnation
wherever he went.
JUST A LITTLE DITTY
I wrote a little ditty
And thought it very gay.
I wrote it in the meadow
Not so far away.
Itall only be a ditty
It will never be a song,
For it is such a pity that
I cannot rhyme for long.
THE GOLDEN BUTTON
Yesterday while looking for some famous lines from Shakespeare, to use in our
play, I came across an old letter. As I was briskly turning the pages of "Much Ado
About Nothing" I found, pressed between the leaves, a brown envelope. The ink on
the envelope was faded beyond recognition. Cautiously opening it, I discovered
a letter, which read:
October 17, 1775
I followed your instructions and overcame the "red coat" guards, then entered
the major's room and found the keys on his table. After that I stole past the barracks
toward the prison. As I neared it a figure rose out of the darkness in front of me.
My heart stopped, I could not fire for fear of waking the camp, so I quickly
brought the butt of my gun down on his head.
Then I dragged him to the prison and bound and gagged him. When I opened
the prison door, whispers of joy reached my ears.
"Well, if it isn't Thomas Ross, here at last to free us from these British devils!"
"Thank God, you got here all right?
"Quick, unlock these shackles on our legs before we are all discovered!"
I told them to leave quietly, as you said, and instructed them how to reach the
boats waiting for them.
Then I remembered the man I had captured, we carried him into the prison and
held a candle by his face. "Tom,,' one of the prisoners exclaimed, "you have captured
the Tory leader, Walters!" But there was no time to carry him to our camp.
We stealthily crept out of the camp and neared the boats. After the men were safe
in the boats and on their way, I left to hike to Fort Smith. On the way, I had to
pass within five hundred yards of the English camp. I could hear no noise, so I
thought that perhaps the Tory Walters had not yet been found. Temptation was too
great, I must have a souvenir from the night's adventure. Like a fool I crept back
and tore a button off Walters' coat and was in the act of taunting him when some-
thing hit my head, and all went black.
Yes, I was captured. They believe me to be a spy, and l'm to be shot this morn-
ing at dawn. Enclosed is said button, keep it as a souvenir of a rebel fool.
They are permitting me to write this letter as my last. I am also sending my
watch, please give it to Mrs. Hugh Ross, my aunt.
Lieutenant Thomas E. Ross
When I had finished reading the letter, I slipped it back into its envelope, put it
again between those Shakespearian leaves and left it for someone else to find and
add a tear to mine.
-Gloria June Frank
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THE FRIGHT OF THEIR LIVES
"And at exactly twelve o'clock a shrill scream rent the air, and the great detective
saw a girl fall to the ground .... 5,
Mary closed her book and shivered. She had been reading for so long. Jean, her
overnight guest, said simply, ulim scaredf' but Mary didnit answer because she
was too frightened to speak herself.
"Let's try to go to sleep," she finally said. "lt's almost twelve o'clock-Ohlw
With her hand clapped over her mouth and her eyes rolling in fright, she realized
what she had said and, also, what time it was!!
Jean utttered a tremulous little sound that was meant to be a laugh.
"You know, this is so silly," she said, 'sto be so scared, I mean, just because it's
almost twelve. Exactly what time is it, anyway?"
"It's . . ."
At that moment the clock struck twelve. The girls sat up very straight and still,
listening, and they heard a sound that froze them. Their very blood ran cold!
Clink! Clink! Clink! Clink!
It sounded like someone on the stair.
Mary and Jean were no longer to be seen, but two tell-tale lumps under the covers
resembled the shapes of two living forms.
The clock ticked off a minute. The clinking noise had stopped, and the two
girls raised the coverlets just enough to breathe, and then enough so that you could
see two frightened pairs of eyes staring at--
'6The little man who wasnit there,', giggled Mary and Jean, hysterically, in one
"What do you suppose it was?', questioned Mary querulously.
"Oh, probably our imaginations," replied Jean, far more lightly than she felt.
"Should we get up to see?" she stuttered after a pause.
"I don't know. Maybe it will save us the trouble."
The door was slightly ajar, and it creaked just a little as Mary and Jean watched,
and waited for a robber to jump in and say, 6'Stick-um-upli'
But nothing like that happened. Instead, as another clink was heard, Maryls cat
slunk into the room with another clinking sound, as she walked. Mary jumped from
her bed, and ran to the cat.
She picked her up and looked to see what the clinking sound came from. She
discovered that it was the new bell that had gotten twisted somehow, and every
time the cat took a step it clinked instead of tinkling.
The girls laughed at their fright, and Jean said with relief, "Well, itis a good
thing my superstitions aren't aroused as easily as my fright, because your cat is black,
and she walked right in front of me!"
-Nancy Lee Goodman
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FOUND BETVVEEN THE PAGES OF AN OLD BOOK
"But, Mother, why can't I go to the dance?,' stormed Betty.
"We've been all through that. We will not discuss it any further. I'm going out
now, and remember you have not dusted the upstairs library as you promised."
Seeing that further argument was hopeless, Betty slowly climbed the stairs to do
the assigned task.
"Dusting old books sure isnlt any fun," grumbled Betty.
After dusting seemingly endless books, Betty carefully picked up an old family
Bible, whose pages were yellow from age.
"H'm, this is an old-timer. Funny, I never saw this one before. Look at the pressed
flowers! Faded ribbons! Letters, too. Oh! this looks interesting."
Whereupon Betty picked up an old letter and carefully opened it. The letter read
This is going to be a hard letter to write, but I know you will understand.
Conditions are such that I find I cannot keep my baby much longerg I shall
have to give her up. I canlt talk about it but I want you to take her and love her
as if she were your own. Don't ever let her learn the truth. Let her think that
you are her mother.
"I shall bring her to you next week and will explain everything. It breaks my
heart to part with my baby, but it is the only way out.
Betty read the letter through, then hastily putting it back where she found it, she
rushed to her room.
"Sol thatis it! This is not my home--or parents! That explains things. Thatls
why Mother refuses to let me go to the party and do the things so many of the
other girls do. I'll not stay where I don't belong."
By this time Betty had worked herself into a nervous fit of crying and started
to put on her hat and coat, determined to leave before her mother's return.
When halfway to the door, Betty remembered that she had left the books scattered
all over the floor of the library.
"Perhaps I had better go and replace the books before I leave," she said, as she
slowly retraced her steps.
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Returning to the room, Betty picked up the Bible to replace it on the shelves. As
she did so, a small note paper fiuttered to the floor. Stooping to pick it up, she saw
that it was another letter in the same handwriting as before, addressed to her mother.
It bore a date some three months later and read as follows:
"My Dearest Mary :
I am so glad that I followed your advice and kept my baby. I can see now
that I was acting too hastily. Conditions have improved. I have a fine paying
position and the future looks secure for us.
"And now may I congratulate you upon the birth of your little daughter?
I feel honored that you have named your little girl, Elizabeth, after me.
"Will try to see you soon.
And Betty's mother never knew why she was warmly greeted upon her return that
One evening about five oiclock a grimy little old man carrying a lunch pail came
walking down the street. Suddenly he stopped and bending down he picked up a
carnation which lay on the sidewalk, probably having fallen from a man's buttonhole,
He wiped the dust off it gently and clasped it tenderly while he sniffed the delicate
aroma which still lingered about it.
Slowly time began to turn backward, and he remembered a day, not too many
years before, when he had been standing outside a stage door.
6'Please give these carnations to Miss LaVerne,', he had said to the man at the door.
Ah, yes, he was rich then and ,lean was so beautiful. Soon he had fallen in love with
her, and the next year they were married. They had been so happyg each day he had
brought her a bouquet of carnations in memory of the first bouquet. Then the depres-
sion had come and he had lost everything, everything but Jean who had stuck with
him throughout their poverty. She was sick now, and he must hurry home and give
her this flower, how she would cherish it!
The old manfs step quickened. As he came to the corner a large black car whizzed
by, and as it passed, a machine gun showered him with bullets. The man fell dead.
A few minutes later a man was pacing back and forth in a dusty, smoke-filled
room on the other side of town. Suddenly the door opened, and two thugs appeared.
"Well, well, speak up, did you get him?" asked the man.
"Sure, boss, sure we got him. We knew him by his white carnation?
-Zoe Ann Macaulay
THE CHANGING SKY
All day the sky has been a brilliant blue, dazzling with sunlight. An occasional
cloud has lazily floated across the summer sky. Toward evening, the colors have
changed from blue to rose and soft shades of purple. The trees become dark and
formless as night draws on.
During the day, the forest has been alive with the sounds of the chattering
squirrels, buzzing bees, and bird calls, and noises made by other small animals whose
homes are keep within its shadows. Now all is hushed except for the occasional
murmuring of the trees as the dying winds sweep through their branches. One by one
the stars shyly appear, and, as night draws on, begin to twinkle and sparkle in a
sky of midnight blue. As the moon rises above the tree tops, its rays make a path of
silver across the meadows and form strange lacy patterns beneath the leafy trees.
Night sounds and shadows cast a weird spell over the forest.
Gradually a change takes place as dawn comes to the woodland. The sun slyly
peeps over the horizon. The gentle deer leap through the forest on the way to their
drinking places. The leaves rustle as the wind whispers in passing, calling them to
awaken to a new day. Songs of birds answer the call. As the sun rises, the sky
bursts into color, and the spell of night is broken.
Yes! In the forest and in the ever-changing sky Nature truly displays her
-Gloria Murphy. .
CHOICE OF THE SOPHOMORE CLASS
NAME PET PEEVE HOBBY SPORT
L, Altschuler . . .Elaine from Cin. .... .... A rt ............ Art
F. Blume ...... School ............ .... T all stories ....... Driving
E. Chapman .... Mice .................... Collecting records ..... Tennis
D. Cohen ...... Getting up in the morning. .Dress designing ...... Riding
J. Evans ....... Rumors without foundation.Collecting certain notes Skating
D. Felder ...... Hi ya Babe .............. Nick-nacks ........... Skating
N. L. Goodman.Doing English before hand.Making clothes for
manikin ........ Swimming
M. R. Hertzman.People who tell you what
they liked at your age. . .Nick-nacks .... Bicycling
H. Herendeen . .Going to the dentist ....... Horses ..... Riding
G. Frank ...... Roosevelt ................ Camera ...... Tennis
L. Lane ........ Writing themes ..... .... M atch covers .... .. Swimming
Z, A. Macaulay.Roosevelt ................ Match covers ......... Golf
P. Marks ....... Roosevelt ................ Not doing homework. . Skating
S. Miller ....... People who blow smoke in
my face ............... Riding .............. Riding
G. Murphy ..... Hitler ..... .... R eading Joan's certain
notes .............. Skiing
M. A. Piper .... Gossip .... .... P ostcards ..... ..... S wimming
A. Utley ....... Roosevelt ..... .... P iano ...... Swimming
E. Wilhartz .... Homework .... .... P ostcards . . . Swimming
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NITA LEE COFFMAN
President ...... .................
V ice-President. . .
. . . . .ELEANOR EVANS
. . . . .JEAN MACLELLAN
. . . .JANICE GARFINKEL
Athletic Representative ....... .... ....... ......... H O P E LANDIS
Colors: Wine and White
Flower: White Carnation
Green, green, everywhere
And of a single hueg
Green, green, everywhere
Nor any speck of blue.
Our very souls did rot, O Ruth!
Ere this did come to he!
Yea, slimy things we wore for green
You never more shall see.
Would you live with ease, do what you ought, and not what you please.
Fear to do ill and you need fear naught else.
They who have nothing to trouble them will be troubled at nothing.
Three may keep a secret if two of them are dead. fDede, Nita?
l,ove well, whip well.
The magistrate should obey the
lawsg the people should obey the
manistrate. fNita as proelor.l
Hear no ill of a friend nor speak
of an enemy.
ELAINE EVANS fTetel
Generous minds are all akin.
No man e'er was glorious who
was not laborious.
Weighly questions ask for delib-
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WX A . ELAINE EVANS
i Some men grow mad by studying much to know
But who grows mad by studying good to grow?
He that can compose himself is wiser than he who composes books.
Good-Will like the Wind, floweth where it listeth.
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NITA LEE COFFMAN
lu u tlisrree-t man's mouth a public thing is private.
Be- slam in choosing a friend, slower in changing.
Yirtue- and Happiness
are Mother and Daughter.
ADICILE KRAUS MQ
Diligence is the mother of good luck.
Well done is lrelter than well said.
l.ilnerality is not giving much. hut giving wisely.
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Du good to thy friend to keep
himg to thy enemy to gain him.
There-'s a time to Wink as well
as to see.
Great Modesty often hides great
lfat to live and not live to eat.
Hc that can have patience can
have what he mill.
Nlalif' haste slowly.
The doors of wisdom are never
vrld iw "What good may I do ln it?"
The nohlest question in the wt .
Employ thy time well if thou meanest to gain leisure.
Nothing hunihler than amhition when it is ahout to climb.
JEAN MACLELLAN- tDedel
ln success be moderate.
Nothing so popular as goodness.
lndwrtry. Perseverance and Fru-
gality rnake Fortune yiel
Love and he loved.
JEAN M u:LELl.A N
Men and melons are hard to know.
The nearest way to come at glory
is to do that for eonseience which
ue do for glory.
Courage would fight but discretion
won't let him.
NANCY MEADOWS DOl.l.Y ROTllB1Vy
Who pleasure gives shall joy receive. '
The Sun never repents of the good he does nor does he demand a recompense.
' ' l t and faithful friend.
No lvetter relation than a pruc en
A news girl with now imlvas.
Svvr-vt but lwmilrlc-wil.
Fri:-miiim-ss is au asse-I.
DEN N Y Sill I WA RTX
Ile lllat iivvs swll is le-arm-al
No gains without pains.
If you would be love-ml. low auul
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is a m-llarul.
Cori llc-lps liu-ui that In-lp thom-
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Dial in lilo SIIHKIC?
"'l'hm' Sayings of Poor Ril'il1ll'li-i
THE JUNIOR CLASS
Fourteen little Juniors all dressed in greeng
Del Kraus went downtown,
So then there were thirteen.
Thirteen studious Juniors had just begun to delve
When Betty heard a car horn,
And then there were twelve.
Twelve little Juniors chewing with their jawsg
Miss Moulton caught Nita Lee,
And that left onze
Eleven sad Juniors thinking about meng
Nancy A. went out that nightg
So then there were ten.
Ten bright Juniors were getting along fine
When Louise began to talk too fast,
Then there were nine.
Nine naughty Juniors about to get the gate,
Then Tete, as usual, saved the dayg
So that left eight.
Eight angelic Juniors preparing to go to Heaven:
Poor Denny gave up hope
And then there were seven.
Seven lusty Juniors wielding hockey sticks.
Hope destroyed the opposite team
And left only six.
Six hep-cat Juniors learning how to jiveg
Dede cut the rug too much,
So then there were five.
Five rowdy Juniors were shown to the door
But Janice flashed that smile of hers,
And then there were four.
Four plumpish Juniors a diet did decreeg
Nancy M. got hungry,
Then there were three.
Three lazy Juniors with nothing to dog
NorNor ran for president
And then there were two.
Two jovous Juniors were having lots of fun
Till Dolly did her homework
And then there was one.
One lone Junior began to run and rung
This was Eleanor
And then there was none.
,lust call me-"Nan,'.
Have you ever noticed my-car?
People talk about my-letters from the coast.
NITA LEE COFFMAN
Just call me "Lee",
Have you ever noticed my-alertness in Current Topics?
People talk about my-brothers.
,lust call me-"Tete".
Have you ever noticed my-braids?
People talk about my-twin.
Just call me-"Nornor".
Have you ever noticed my-braids?
People talk about my-sister.
Just call me-"Elinor",
Have you ever noticed my-angora sweaters?
People talk about my-love of baseball.
.lust call me-"Jan',.
Have you ever noticed my-smile?
People talk about my-sweetness.
Just call me-"Weezie".
Have you ever noticed my-"A-1-'s"?
People talk about my-sisters.
Just call me-"Adelle".
Have you ever noticed my-bands?
People talk about my-ping pong.
Just call me-"Hope"
Have you ever noticed my-French?
People talk about my-horses.
Just call me--"Dede,'.
Have you ever noticed my-hair?
People talk about my-cookies.
,lust call me-6'Nan".
Did you ever notice my-freckles?
People talk about my-mysteries.
Just call me-"Dolly",
Did you ever notice my-red hair?
People talk about my-Hbrothersw?
DENISE OLIVE SCHWARTZ
,lust call me-"Denny,,.
Did you ever notice my-temper?
People talk about my-parties, etc.
Just call me-"Betty,,.
Did you ever notice my-blush?
People talk about my-love for station wagons.
SAYINGS OF POOR DENNY
To trust too much makes one lose faith easily.
If you take one too seriously, he is likely to disappoint you.
Jealousy is not a vice or a fault, it is a natural human instinct.
We are all individuals, but the difficult task is to prove it.
There is good in every one, though sometimes the bad is in the majority.
Love thyself, because others wonit.
Say what you want as long as you do not go beyond the line that hurts others
Stay in back of your own wall, you might fall if you go beyond it.
The foolish should love the wiseg for the wise love the foolish.
Speak as you will, when you have the will to speak.
Books are as precious as you make them.
Obscurity from the world outside of your own shows lack of intelligence.
THE NVEARY WORLD
With Apologies to H. W. Longfellow
The world is cold and dark and dreary,
It fights, and the guns are never wearyg
The weak still cling to the smouldering wall,
But at every bomb a few more fall,
And the world is dark and dreary.
Their homes are cold and dark and drearyg
They fight, and the guns are never weary,
Their thoughts are not of the mouldering past,
But the hopes of all climb high in the blast,
And the world is dark and dreary.
Be still mad guns! and cease your fightingg
Behind your mask is the Light still shining,
Thy end is the common death of all,
And into each war peace must fall,
The world need not be dark and dreary.
"OUT WHERE THE WVEST BEGINS"
We arrived at "El Rancho Cranden from "Chicagol' yesterday on the "Daybreak
Expressv. We got here just in time to enjoy the biggest "Heat Wavev of the year. lt
was so hot that we spent the afternoon "ln the Shade of the Old Apple Tree" listening
to "The Woodpecker Songv. ln the evening we walked through "Dream Valley", and
the "Moonlight and Rosesii were a beautiful sight.
This morning, with "Ragtime Cowboy Joev, "Careless" as ever, we set out "Along
a Texas Trail" toward the "Hidden Valleyv.
Later this afternoon "Maybe" we shall be "Leaning on the Old Top Raill' of the
L'0ld Corrali' watching the 6'Last Roundup".
ln closing, I'd like to say that this part of the country is beautiful enough to stir
anyone's nlmaginationii and, if you possibly can, do come out and join us at this
"Home on the Rangeu.
"Love and Kisses,"
"Martha,' and "Rosalie,'.
-Adelle Kraus and Elinor Feiwell
THE XVILTED CARNATION
As dusk drew the grey folds of evening around pointed spires of churches, dark
and dreary tenements, and smoldering chimneys of resting factories, three girls
rushed out of an office building. In their haste to get home to rest and warm food,
they almost brushed a small grimy old man into the street. As he recovered his
balance, a wilted carnation, discarded by one of the girls, fell at his feet.
The old man bent quickly down where the flower had fallen and gathered it
eagerly into his dirty worn hands. Holding it tenderly, he drew it toward his face
inhaling its spicy fragrance. His eyes took on a faraway look as if he were recalling
something long forgotten.
Let us imagine that he was thinking of his youth, which might have been spent
in the quiet country away from the busy turmoil and noise of a dirty city.
Perhaps his childhood and early youth were surrounded with tender care. He may
have spent much of his time under trees, among the flowers, and playing with
Maybe his room had been just above the flower garden. When he would lie in his
room at night, he could smell the fragrance coming up from the flowers.
Yet when he had all these things he thought nothing of them. They were only a
part of his everyday life. But the time came, as it does to most youths, to seek adven-
ture in the large city. He left his peaceful countryside and adventured forth to find
Many a year he struggled for an existence in the world. He had forgotten the
pleasant memories of youth until a small wilted flower caused them all to come
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THE FAULKNER SCHOOL
A Day with the Juniors
Bell rings. Uproar comes from everyone!
Undertones: "Did you finish-" "have you learned-"
Janice: "My homework, I thought this was study period!"
"Of course not," cried Hope-"come on, we'll be late!"
Denny: "Well, I tried to memorize all of this: I canit stay up all night!"
"Dolly, oh where is she!',
"Janice, come here, welll be tardy againln
"Did you finish it?"
"No, Janice, l couldn't.',
9:15 In Ancient History-Adelle Kraus: "And the Babylonians lived--', "Where?"
"Uh, er um, well, they must have lived someplace! Oh, did they live in
Bahylonia ? "
"Your homework will be-page 200. No, page 306-309."
lRow of screwed-up faceslj
"What is your lesson?"
Nancy Alling: "Grumman"
5'Whose turn is it to write at the board?"
Stupid glances thrown from one to another.
Hope: "I'll go."
Everyone: "Spelling todayln
Among Juniors: "I forgot, I thought it was next Wednesday."
!'lsn't this the day for no uniforms?"
"No, you're two weeks ahead of time!"
Eleanor Evans: "Where is my pen, Tete?"
Elaine Evans fTeteJ: "I donit have it: it's probably where you left it."
Jean: "Anyone have ink?" Two ink bottles splatter around until they reach
the right person. "Thanks!,'
Louise: "I must have studied the wrong lesson."
Betty: 'The wrong one-I forgot it altogetherli'
Elinor Feiwell: "Sh-I can't think!"
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10:30 "Order! Order! Will the Juniors please stop mumbling!"
Nita twhis ersj 1 "Nor-Nor, a class meetin , don't ou think so?,,
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lNor-Norl Eleanor Evans: 6'Could the Junior Class please have a meeting
after Student Government in Miss Moulton's room?',
Meeting: wsecretary, read the minutes."
Janice: '4Oh, here. Hurry. Last held in-H
'6Any corrections?" 'gN0.',
"Let's eat-V, Ueanb.
'Better ring the tardiness bellf'
"Oh, not today!"
English: Chatter, chatter. "Good morning, girls."
uGood- Did we have this for homework?"
Domestic Science. Denny: "Who's first cook?"
"Oh, I am!"
"Here, let's finish quicklyli,
ulim in no hurryf,
"Study? Who, me? Of course I'll be there. Why, Miss Farr, are you insm-
6'Gym? Yes, 1'm going today, Adellef'
"Miss Jones, I have an appointment."
Miss Jones: "So have If'
Rush, push, hurry-"he won't wait!7'
"Bye, bye, gang!"
THE WRONG DOOR
In the life of every respectable door there comes a time when he is a Wrong Door.
Itis one of those things that are annoying but unavoidable. It really is exasperating
to have people open me, see I'm the wrong door, and then slam me shut as though
it were my fault. However, my life is not so bad as it may sound. Occasionally I
have a major role in bringing old friends together, deciding someone's fate, or even,
as has happened once, saving a life.
I shall always be proud of that incident. You have probably read in the news-
papers how the president was saved from an assassin by the would-be murderer's
taking the Wrong Door lthat's mel, so I neednit repeat the details.
I believe that I once decided the fate of an empire. A visiting ambassador chanced
through the wrong door and heard some men, high up in power, discussing what
they would do if a certain country took too many liberties. It was quite funny to
see that ambassador close me quietly and immediately sail for home. I guess I am
one of those unsung heroes people talk about.
Did I mention anything about bringing old friends together? You would be sur-
prised how handy I am at that. Remind me to tell you some of my experiences in
that field sometime.
My pet peeve is a person who pretends that I am the wrong door. You know,
the kind that peeks in, says, "Oh, excuse m.e."' and walks out. Yes, a door in my
station meets all kinds.
It would be amusing sometime to list the different kinds of 6'Wrong Doorers"
there are. The first would be the unconscious type, or the absent-minded professor
who walks around in a daze, not caring where he goes or through what door he
goes. The second type would be the inquisitive type. It is doubtful if he takes the
Wrong Door by accident. He is the type who takes a good look before going on his
way. After this I would mention the pick-up type,-the kind who makes himself at
home behind any wrong door. I musnit forget the smart-aleck type which I have
explained as my pet peeve. Then, of course, there is the violent type. There's one in
every crowd. He gets actively angry at things like a wrong door and is liable to get
violent. You should be on the lookout for him. Along with the violent type, there is
the equally annoying embarrassed excuse-maker. He intrudes on a person's privacy
and drives one frantic with drawn-out embarrassed excuses. A type not to be
forgotten is the mysterious caller type. This last will quietly open the door and,
seeing his mistake, quietly close it again, but not before you have heard a slight
noise. Looking up to see a disappearing head will only make matters worse, because
for days you will wonder who it was. Then there's the man who takes advantage
of all opportunities, sometimes put in the class of the pick-up type. Usually a sales-
man, he takes advantage of every wrong door to advertise his product. As you can
see, there are quite a few types, all well-known and hated. These people are the
curse of the nation and should be exterminated like rats. There should be no wrong
You have probably seen through me by now. For all my talk, for all my grumbling,
I love the life of a Wrong Door.
MORE THAN A TREASURE HUNT
Jean and I were taking a walk, while visiting Grandmother out in the country
one summer, and all of a sudden there was a strong wind and thunder. In the dis-
tance we saw a big old house and started to run for it. As we gained the porch, the
storm broke. Then we decided to ask the people in the house to let us phone Grand-
mother, so that she would not worry about us. It was then that we discovered that
the house was empty.
The front door was opened and we went in. The hall was heavily paneled and com-
pletely furnished, complete to oil paintings and light bulbs. All the rest of the rooms
were furnished and except for the dust you would have thought that people lived
in the house. All of a sudden I remembered a story I had heard about a house,-
where all the family had disappeared one night, and people searching the house
could not find them or the jewels they had been wearing to go out to a dance. Since
then no one had been in the house.
Crash! another crack of thunder and Hash of lightning. In that flash I thought
I saw something come out of the paneling in the hall, but in the next flash nothing
was there. So I decided I was seeing things. We went back into the hall from the
living room and looked at the paneling more closely and saw a door opened just
a crack, which was hidden in the wall. Pushing it open farther we turned on our
flashlights and looked in. There was a ladder going down. After we got up our
courage we went down and found a passage at the foot. There were three doors,
two of which led into empty rooms and the third which we could find no way of
opening, for it had no handle or lock or anything.
We decided to venture out in the abating storm and get someone to come back
with us to look around. We finally arrived at the farm and got Bill, the help, and
went back. The water had leaked into the passage and made it slippery. All of a
sudden ,lean slipped and fell against the door that was locked and fell right into
a room. The door had rotted away. Inside was the most gruesome sight I have ever
seen. There were the skeletons of the missing family still in their jewels and grouped
around a table as if at dinner. There was a gun in front of the father, and all had
been shot. It was later learned that he had left a letter under the gun saying that he
intended to shoot the family and himself, for they were all going crazy and might harm
somebody. When this came out everybody said that the father was the crazy one and
had been so for the last ten years of his life.
It was the storm that had opened the door to let us find that room and clear up
the mystery of the missing family.
" CHEERIO, EVERYBODY' '
There are many afflicted people in this world, deaf, blind, and crippled, whose
futures look dull and uninteresting, but there are also many who have been able to
overcome their physical handicaps and fill their lives with happiness. At the mention
of this, there are several that come to our minds: President Roosevelt, Helen Keller,
and many others. These people have made themselves, and others, forget their
afflictions, because they have realized the necessity of overcoming self-pity and
grief, and have gone out in the world and made their lives worth while.
An outstanding example is a young Englishman who, although he has been
totally blind since childhood, has developed himself in the field of music. When but
a young man, he came to America as a pianist with an English orchestra. When the
band returned to England, he stayed on here, giving concerts, several of which were
given in Chicago, and it was not long before he was known throughout the country.
ln the past year, he has taken over the difiicult task of heading a radio program,
without the aid of a written script, but with only his memory to give him his cue
I am referring to the well-known radio personality and pianist, Alec Templeton.
Although glasses are of no avail, it is as if he were "looking through rose-colored
glasses" when he signs off with his inspiring.
Your lips are dry and bitter,
Yet you hold your head high,
The light in your hair has a glitter
That makes me stare and sigh.
You're sure of yourself, and at people nod,
You've faith in yourself and not in God,
Youire always neat, trim and smart,
Yet you're lacking a kindly heart.
Some day you'll find your path is wrong,
But you cannot change--it's been too long.
President ........ .......,......... ...... P A T WARTON
Vice-President ...... ..... B ETSY WALLACE
Secretary-Treasurer. . . ...... JEAN HARVEY
Athletic Representative ........ ...... .... ........... R U T H FREUND
Colors: Madonna Blue and Pale Yellow
Flower: Tea Roses
Motto: Facta non Verba
Done most for Faulkner ......... Forbes ....
Best looking .........
Most inquisitive ....
Biggest bluifer ....
Most athletic .....
Best natured ....
First to marry ....
Most reserved ....
Best line .......
Most studious .....
Most intelligent ....
Most original .....
Silliest ........ .
Best company ....
Most dependable ....
Hungriest ........ .
Best all around ......
Most likely to succeed ....
Most talented ........
Best dressed .........
Best sense of humor. .
Most generous .......
Most willing ....
Most vivacious. . .
Most ambitious .....
.. . .Tarnopol. . . . .
. . . .Creenspahn. . . ..
.. . .Wallace. . . . .
.Whitaker. . . ..
. . . .Krietenstein. . . . . .
. . . .0'Neal-Freund. . .
.. . .Wallace. . . ..
. . . .Altschuler-Warton. . . . . . .
. . . .Warton-Wallace. .
.. . .Harvey. . .
.. . .Freund. . ..
. . . .Altschuler. . . . . . . .
. . . .Bannon-Jackson. .
. . . . Ross-Levinson. . .
. . . . .Jackson
. . ...Ross
. . ..... Harvey
. . . . . . . .Whitaker
. . . . . . .Bannon-Krietenstein
. . . . .Greenspahn
HVTH AHNULD AIi'l'Si'Hl.'I,Eli
Freshman University High School.
Sophomore University High School.
funior White Hockey Team, School Hockey
Team, White Basketball Team. School
Basketball Team, Small F.
Senior President of l7.A.A., Co-Chairman of
Philanthropic Committee, Secretary of
Dramatic Club, White Team.
"Be not afraid of enthusiasmg
you can do nothing without it."
It seems that no matter how worn out any of the
rest of us are, Ruthie is always bubbling over with
pep and vivacity. However, Ruthieis gayety doesn't
make her light-headed because sheis very conscien-
tious in everything she undertakesg look at the job
she's done with the Philanthropic Committee. With
her talent and her love for dancing, weire sure that
sheill succeed. Weill be with you all the way.
Freshman University High School.
Sophomore University High School.
Junior Gulf Park College.
Senior Social Committee, Dramatic Club.
L'The inborn ffenialt of some
people amounts to gCI!lLlS.i
Mardi is new to Faulkner this year, and we are
only sorry that she didn't come to us sooner. Her
ready wit and unfailing good humor lnot to men-
tion her gift of mimicryl have contributed much
to our merriment, while her willingness, her spirit.
and her noble ambition to become a doctor have
Won our unanimous respect and admiration. Here's
luck to you, Mardi!
MANY SVN ICNSM INGER
I"I'l'SlIII1llll White Team. Girl in "The Golden
Soplznnmrc White Team, F.A.A.
funior White Team, FAA.
Senior White Team. Philanthropic Gonnnit-
"Sober, steadfast, and demuref'
With her gentle manner, her sweet smile, and her
helpfulness, Sue has been an invaluable member
of our class. And that's not alll You should see
her whizzing around the basketball floor! When she
achieves her ambition of becoming an airline host-
ess, we all promise to take her plane. Lots of luck,
.IANIGT IA JVISE F1 DHBES
l'il'l'SlllIIllll President of Glass, Order Committee,
I".A.A.g Small lNumeralsg Basketball:
School and Green Tearnsg Betty in
"The Two Elizabethsf,
Soplmnmre Athletic Representative, Order Gom-
mittee: F.A.A.g Large Numerals:
Hockey: School, Green and Varsity
Teams, Basketball: School and Green
.lunior Athletic Representative: Order Gom-
mitteeg Vice-President of Student Gov-
ernment, F.A.A.g Secretary of FAA.:
Small F3 Hockey: School, Green, and
Varsity Teams, Basketball: Green and
School Teamsg Madonna in Christmas
Senior President of Student Govermnent.
Dramatic Club, FAA., Green Team.
HA wise and an understanding heart."
llats oft' to jan for her splendid showing as Presi-
dent of Student Government! Her natural poise
and charm seem to have cut her out for the job,
but l wonder what she'd do if some one ever
opposed the closing of a meeting of S. G.? Prac-
tically a pillar of the school, Jan is another one
of our all-around girls, and as an athlete there are
few to equal her. God luck, Jan.-we shall miss you.
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Freshman Dress and Appearance Committee:
F.A.A.g Small Numeralsg Basketball:
School and Green Teams, Hockey:
School and Green Teams, Social Com-
mittee, Little Girl in 4'Harlequin."
Sophomore Dress and Appearance Committee,
F.A.A., Large Numeralsg Hockey:
School, Green and Varsity Teams:
Basketball: School and Green Teams
funior Dress and Appearance Committee,
Dramatic Club, F.A.A.g Small F3
Hockey: School, Green and Varsity
Teams, Basketball: Green and School
Senior Chairman of Dress and Appearance
Committee, Athletic Representative.
l7.A.A., Green Team Captain.
"A light heart lives long."
lt'll take a long time to forget Ruthie land her
red hairl darting through the halls, keeping things
going at a fast clip. We love her for her personality
and pep, for the way she has kept the school dis-
creetly uniformed without the usual hub-bub and
nagging, and for the way she whips around the
basketball floor, leaving us behind in a cloud of
Freshman Sir Henry in "The Two Elizabethsf'
Chamberlain in 'LThe Golden Doom"
Sophomore Order Committee, l'7.A.A.
funior Order Committee, F.A.A.
Senior Chairman of Order Committee, Dra-
matic Club, F.A.A., White Team.
t'All the world's a stagef,
Our sophisticate, Elaine, is headed straight for a
brilliant career with the drahmah in the thawtahf-
quick, the water! But seriously, we know that
Greenie will do some fine things, for she has a keen
mind and is doing her best to train it properly--
look at the stuff she reads! She's also something of
a sculptress and a poet-asomething.
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l-all Te-am, Kappa l.amlula Epsilon.
Social fl0IIHlllllt'l', Dramatie Club. l".A..N..
Cree-n Basketball Ti-am. Kappa Lambda
Art lfflitor of Year Hook, Sovial Connnitlev.
.leanette in "Quality Street". F.A.A.. School
and tire:-n lloekey Teams, Green and Si-bool
llaslu-tl'all Teams, Small lf, Kappa l.ambda
Sflllilll' Art lfilitor of Year Book, Social lloiiiiilittee.
llrainatie Club. ffliairman of Nlusit' Com-
niiltr-a-. l".A.A.. Kappa Lam'nla Epsilon. See'
ri-Iary-'l'reasiirc-r of Class: Cro:-n Team.
"llc-r step is inusie and her voice is song."
Wliere van we begin when there are so many
talents? We might say that Jeanie will be an arlisl.
or an opera star, or a pianist, or an om-upatiolial
therapist it would be very clillieult to make a
1-hoic-e. Stric-tly on the quiet, though, we think that
she wonit be any of these. We rather suspect that
Jeanie will get married'-'fjust suspert mind you.
and we envy the lucky man, whoever he may be.
because Jeanie is always sure to keep the hooks
balanced after her experienee as treasurer of the
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Social llonnnittee, Year Book Board, F.A.A.,
Gro:-n Basketball Team, Elizabeth in "Two
lflizalietlisn, Vive-President of Class, Kappa
Som-ial Committee, Year Book Board, F.A.A.,
Sei-retary-Treasurer of Class, Green Basket-
ball Team. School llockey Team, Green
lloc-key Tn-am, Large Numerals, Dramalim-
Club, Kappa Lambda Epsilon.
fllllliur l'fxi'4'utive Board of Year Book, Social Com-
mittee, Seeretary-Trr'asurer of Class, l".A.A..
llrc-1-n Basketball Team, Sellool Basketball
Tr-am. Green and School llor-key Teams.
Small F, Kappa Lambda Epsilon, Fanny in
Sl,,,l'0,- lfdilor of Year Book, F.A.A. Dramatic' Club,
Kappa l,amb4la Epsilon. Green Team.
"Patience and gentleness are powerf,
the gal who fools the rule-"Beautiful, But
Dumb". See pit-ture for proof of beauty toh those
eyeslt and see Miss Moulton for proof of smart-
ness toh those marksll. As editor of Ye Olde
Kismet, lidie has done a remarkable piece of work
and we think that she is to be eongratulatecl--Com
gratulationsl She is one of the elite, being Smith-
ward bound and we say '5Au revoirn to Edie, never
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MARJORIE CHERRILE KARLSON
Athletic Representative, F.A.A., Phil-
anthropic Committee, Small Numerals,
School and Green Basketball Teams,
Sentry in "The Golden Doomf'
Social Committee, F.A.A., Large Nu-
merals, Green Hockey Team, Second
Green and School Basketball Teams.
Social Committee, F.A.A., Small F,
Captain of Green Team, Hockey Team,
Varsity Basketball Team, Green Bas-
Co-Chairman of Social Committee,
F.A.A., Green Team.
"Joy softens more hearts than tears,"
Margeis gayety and sunshine have been showered
over us for four years now, and we are already
worrying about a remedy for our blues next year
without Marge. Besides, Marge is one of our best
athletes-just watch her guarding some of those
whiz forwards and you'll see our point. Last, but
not least, Marge is the one who did such a fine job
last year as Captain of the Green Team piloting
them to a victory in the Drill-so hereis to you,
BARBARA JANE 'KRIFITENSTEIN
Freshman Tardiness Committee. F.A.A., White
Team, Mayor in g'l'larlequin", Stranger
in "The Golden Doomii.
Sophomore Tardiness Committee, White Team,
funior Tardiness Committee, While Team,
Senior Co-Chairman of Tardiness Committee,
F.A.A., White Team.
NAS the blush is the signal of innocence, so is seren-
ity of manner the token of quiet consciencef,
Through the four years we have known her, the shy
ways and infectious giggle that belong so com-
pletely to uBarbs,' have won for her
place in the hearts of the girls of the
We donlt need a seer to tell us that in
years of the future her ready smile
way no matter how long or how rough her path
will win her
till PH IA JANE lil4lVlNSl FN
Frcxlmzrzn lniversity High School.
Sophomore lvniversity High School.
funior Philanthropic Committee, F'.A.A..
Senior Order Committee, Dramatic Cluh.
"infinite riches in a little room."
You would know Levie anywhere, with that bright
face and lixely manner. A horn commedienne. she
is as clexer as can he. and can say more words per
second than most people can in five minutes. Levie
has a personality all of her own, and nobody can
he half so cute as she is when she's a mind to.
Have you eser noticed gales of laughter wafting
out of the French room? That is just Betsy enjoy-
ing Lcxicis French poetry.
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W JXl"I'l'SlIllIlIll lnixersity High School.
Soplz rzlll 0 1'r' lnixersity High School.
Junior Year B crer k Board. FAA.. Green Team,
Second Basketball Team, Patty in
"Quality Streetw, Decoration Commit-
Senior Year Book Board, Social Committee,
F.A.A.. Green Team. Dramatic Cluh.
"Genius must he horn. and never can he taughtf,
They say that it's amazing the way the Seniors are
so often seen and heard going off into wild bursts
of laughter. apparently for no reason at all-but
there is a reason---for Cennie and her antics would
make anyhody laugh. As a chief nonsense maker
and hlues-chaser. sheis tops! Xve could not do with-
out her. But. let us hrag just a little, Gennie has
talents which will take her far. ,lust take a look at
some of her work and youill agree that she,s going
places. leaving her poor classmates far behind,
N ANETTE MAGNUS
Freshman Bob in "The Two Elizabethsv.
Sophomore F.A.A., White and School Basketball
Junior F.A.A., White and School Basketball
Teams, Small F, Tardiness Committee.
Senior Tardiness Committee, F.A.A., White
'4To a young heart everything is funf'
Here's to that super-swell gal, Nan! one of our
favorite classmates and the pride and joy of the
Whites in basketball. All that you have to do is
set a match under her and then watch her go to
town. All joking aside, Nan rates very high with
us and she cannot think that she's seen the last
of us. See you in kindergarten, Nan!
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'4The Golden Doom", Secretary of " l
Class, F.A.A., Green Team Basketball, L!,144.,.f
Fire Drill Committee. R- I I ,.V,, .
Sophomore President of Class, Fire Drill Commit- fl' I l L g
tee, F.A.A., Green Team Basketball. 'ff ' 'I I
funior Social Committee, Dramatic Club,
Harriet in "Quality Street", F.A.A. g
Senior Secretary of Student Government, A
President of Dramatic Club, Co-Chair-
man of Social Committee, F.A.A.,
"Beauty and grace command the world."
,Io will go a long way with her talent for decora-
tion-what would have happened to some of our
proms without her ideas! If she finds the way of
an interior decorator hard, she can always give
rhumba lessons! We'll be her first pupils. Hint
to the gentlemen: ,Io is our private idea of a
perfect wife, because she looks so-o-0-o divinely
romantic pouring coffee by candlelight!
CLA .IS ANN ROSS
Freshman University High School.
Sophomore University High School.
Junior Social Committee, Year ook Board,
F.A.A., White Hockey Team.
Senior Year Book Board, Dramatic Club,
F.A.A., Social Committee, Kappa
"-there is a fire and motion of the soul,
But once kindled, quenchless forevermoref,
Rossy is another who adds a beam of brightness
to every class room. With her musings and her
quips, she will allow none of us a dull moment,
and yet she is as earnest and persevering a person
as could be found any place. tShh shhl keep this
under your hat-BUT if some day you should see
Rossy's name in lights on Broadway, don't be a
131 PHUTHY TARNUPOL
1"reshman, Hyde Park High School.
Sophomore Hyde Park High School.
funior Hyde Park High School and Faulkner.
Senior Fire Drill Committee, F.A.A., White
"We are interested in others
when they are interested in us."
Dorothy has been with us for only a year, but in
that short time we've come to know her as a good
friend. Her zeal and enthusiasm in everything
that she undertakes amaze us, and more than once
have pepped up the class when we needed it most.
We must mention Dotty's line of chatterg she can
talk one's right arm nfl?-but we love her anyway.
Freshman F.A.A., Green Team, Green Hockey Team,
Second Green Basketball Team, Small Num-
erals, Fire Drill Committee, Neville in "Two
Elizabethsw, Prophet in "The Golden Doom",
Simple in "Merry Wives of Windsor".
Sophomore Year Book Board, Secretary-Treasurer of
Class, Kappa Lambda Epsilon, Fire Drill
Committee, Dramatic Club, F.A.A., Green
Hockey Team. Second Green Basketball
fullior Year Book Board, Vice-President of Class,
Kappa Lambda Epsilon, Fire Drill Commit-
tee, F.A.A., Vice-President of F.A.A., Green
Hockey and Basketball Teams, Second Var-
sity Basketball Team, Small F, Treasurer
of Dramatic Club, Mrs. Willoughby in
Senior Associate Editor of Year Book, Vice-Presb
dent of Class, Kappa Lambda Epsilon, Chair-
man of Fire Drill Committee, FAA., Green
Team, Dramatic Club.
This pert little miss is our Betsy. We wonit say a
thing about Southern accents tl reckon sol or
Wallace plaids, but we do want you to be sure to
notice the newly cut, genuine Dragon Lady bangs!
Wherever Betsy is, there just naturally seems to be
something interesting going on. Maybe this is
because Betsy is such an interesting girl.
PATRICIA ANN XVARTt JN
1"re5h,lIlan Social Committee, Year Book Record, F.A.A.,
White Team, Inn Keeper in "Harlequin",
Nym in "Merry Wives of Windsor".
Sophomore Social Committee, Kappa Lambda Epsilon,
Year Book Board, Dramatic Club, F.A.A.
funigr Kappa Lambda Epsilon, Year Book Board,
President of Class, Tardiness Committee,
F.A.A., Captain of White Team, White
Hockey and Basketball Teams, Second School
Basketball Team, Small F, Dramatic Club,
Miss Susan in "Quality Street".
Senior Year Book Board, Co-Chairman Tardiness
Committee, President of Class, F.A.A., Kappa
Lambda Epsilon, White Team.
"The reward of a thing well
done is to have done itf'
Patty has been a wise leader of our class for two
years, and a good friend to all of us for a long
time. Her years at Faulkner have taught her how
to carry a mighty load of responsibility, and now
she's just naturally one of the people in whom you
can put your trust. Add oo-la-la: we nominate her
for Champion Grinner.
AD EIAE WHITAKER
Freshman University High School.
Sophomore University High School.
funior University High School.
Senior Social Committee, l7.A.A., White Team,
"A sunny temper gilds the edges
of life's blackest blackest cloudfi
A veritable little ray of sunshine, Adele! Our only
regret is that she did not come to us sooner from
li. High, since her gaiety and her contagious laugh.
which echoes about the Study Hall every day,
have become essential to the class. Also, methinks
Adele must come from a long line of Bill Collectors!
DAY AFTER DAY
ln Faulkner are many nice lassiesg
ln the morning, their work-weary
Are dragged out of bed
Then thoroughly fed t?l
And hurried off to their classes.
Some start out their day with hist'ry,
Though their heads are not yet quite mist-free
And they answer to Fates
If theyive not learned their dates
Or their knowledge of Caesaras a mystery.
THROUGH ROSE-COLORED GLASSES
How many people can you honestly say you know who are always looking at
the world through rose-colored glasses? Not many I'll wager, for people seem to
have lost their knack at it in this day and age. As for me, there's only one that
I can truthfully say I know, and she's the person one might expect to have the
greatest reason for seeing things with a clouded vision. That girl is Edithrose
Bannon, a member of my own class at school and one whom I admire above all
From first to last she has been beset by many and great obstacles that would
make an older and stronger person, with none of Edith's great zest for living,
become discouraged. But not she, the harder hit she is, the quicker she seems
to bounce up, her same true and merry self.
We entered Faulkner together, but from the first she was handicapped by not
being able to participate in many school activities I which she dearly lovedl, due
to an illness in the summer. However, that didnit make her sulk and pout-she
just worked harder at the things she could do and said, 't0h well, next year is
time enoughf, thereby endearing herself to all of us with her cheerful grin. Then
just when she was getting to the point where she could really enioy herself, along
f"7lT""Q Ppnendicitis to knock her out from another vear of fun. But did that stop
her? I should say not, for there she came, bobbing up with those everlasting
rose-colored spectacles willing to do anything for anyone.
One might think that she had had her share of trouble, but instead she is again
ill after attending only four days of school this year, and this time Hat on her back
in bed. It brings a lump in my throat when I go to visit her and hear her cheery,
"Hello, Pat, how's tricks?,' It seems to make me realize how much I admire
Edithrose Bannon-the girl with the indomitable spirit and rosy vision.
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"So you're trying to write a theme about that storm we just had? Well, now,
l've seen some storms in Nova Scotia that would make the ones here in Chicago
look like zephyr breezes.
HI remember one time when I was just a young boy about your age. I was out
on the ocean in a barge at the time. The waters were heaving and swelling, and
the heavy black clouds settled right down on top of the ocean, making us feel
choked and shut in. It became as black as night, while the water whipped up pure
white as far around as you could see. Pretty soon the wind blew up. You could
never imagine such a wind! The waves grew to terrific heights as they thundered
by us. Sometimes the wind sliced oil the top white caps and sent the foam flying
off by itself into the distance.
"The waves swept over us and we'd be hurled down, down and then we'd be
way up looking down on the angry waters beneath us.
"It wasn't long before we were blown about half a mile from shore, but then
we got stuck on a sand bar. There we stayed for many long weary hours. We
strained our eyes toward shore but received no hope, only blinding, stinging rain
beating against our faces.
"One of the men thought he saw something coming toward us, but the rest of
us believed him to have gone insane. However, we strained forward, and soon we
could clearly distinguish some object coming nearer and nearer, but we dared not
hope for much. Every nerve was tense, when at last we were able to pull a poor
exhausted St. Bernard dog from the yawning waters. In his mouth he carried our
life line, with which we were all able to save our lives.
"That dog received the Canadian medal for bravery."
BEAUTY 'S HERE
Have you driven along the shoreline,
On clear and starry nights,
And watched the snake-like line of lights
That adds to the wonder of the sights,
But has beauty of its own?
Have you really seen the beauty
In the huge and mountainous seas
That dash up over the rugged way
And never a law of man obey,
But are at times quite calm?
Some people fail to realize
The beauties set before their eyes,
And travel far and wide to be
In another land, by another sea.
-Mary Sue Ensmingar
I 'age 98
OFF THE RECORD
This is the story of Emmeline Carter,
As whom, if you looked all over the place, you
Couldnlt have found anyone half so smarter.
In grammar school, when a problem ariz,
Emmeline solved it so fast that all her
Schoolmates went on strike and her teacher sat
Back and said, "Gee Whiz!"
So Emmeline went through grammar school in four
Years instead of the usual eight,
And when she got out, it was natural that she
Should come to Faulknerg it was fate, that's all, just fate.
At the faculty tea
She met all the teachers and Roy and Chester and
Taffy and recess cookies and even meg
And she was positive
That she would adore Faulkner and it would adore
Her as long as they both should live.
But alas! when she had been for a while in the
Fairest of all schools,
It turned out that although she was better than Miss
Mack at algebra, she was awful at keeping rules,
Because each day she showed up
With very high heels, and gum, and tons of red
Lipstick and nail polish, nothing green at all, and
Looking than the seniors more growed up.
She got so many warnings
Sometimes she had to stay for study until
Four o'clock in the mornings,
Well, finally she was called in for a talk with Miss Elizabeth
And that was a long time ago, and Miss Elizabeth
Is still talking because she had about fifty things
Instead of three to tell Emmeline, and Goodness
Knows when she'll run out of breath.
So that is the end of Emmeline Carter,
Maybe it's better weire all the way we are, and not so smarter.
JOURNAL OF A TROJAN MAID
3rd day, Month of Flowers, 10th year of the Siege.
We are all weary and hungry, but we must hold out. Our soldiers are very
discouraged since the Greek victory a few months ago when the Danaans pushed
them back into the city walls. Right now there is something strange going on in
the Greek camps. They seem to be building some huge animal, the exact shape
of which we can't discern yet. However, I don't trust them, they always have
been far too deceitful.
Evidently King Priam feels just that way too. Mother, Andromeda, and I went
to hear His Majesty's speech this afternoon. He is so brave and good! He spoke
encouraging words but warned us to be cautious and to watch out for any strangers.
6th day, Month of Flowers, 10th year of the Siege.
I'm sorry I omitted three days, but it just couldn't be helped. Every morning
I go to the Square and help ration food to the citizens. These last days were busy,
because some of the shepherds managed to slip in the back gates with much-needed
sheep for meat and some wool. The populace nearly fought over that meat-they
were starved for it. However, the old men who are acting as guards for the streets
managed to hold them back.
The Creeks are still hard at work on their huge wooden animal. We still can't
see what it is intended to be. I am afraid something awful is about to happen.
Since yesterday I have had a strange feeling-I can't explain it, but I don't like
it. Till tomorrow.
7th d., M. of F., 10th yr. of the Siege.
I'm terribly tired tonight, but I just must tell you this: the wooden animal of the
Danaans is a horse! It has reached here by word of mouth that they are offering
it as a gift to Minerva. I can't understand it, and neither can the rest of Troy.
9th d., M. of F., 10th yr. of the Siege.
This has been such an exciting day! Early this morning the Greeks dragged
the wooden horse right up to the city walls and left it there. Then they started to
break up camp! Late this afternoon they all withdrew to the shore and embarked
on their ships. At twilight the ships sailed out toward the west. We are all amazed
Tonight my dear Fidus came to see me. I am so very happy, because I haven't
seen him in many days. We shared with him our meager repast which he said
tasted delicious after a soldier's ration. He also said that the army of Troy had
sighed a breath of relief to see the Greeks leave, although some were still suspicious.
Fidus himself is one of those. Till tomorrow.
10th d., M. of F., 10th year of the Siege.
Today the gates of Troy were flung open! The city relaxed, and we all walked
out, after ten long years, upon the ground where the Grecians had camped. It is
the first time outside the city walls for some. The wooden horse is still a puzzle.
Many wanted to bring it within the gates of the city, but Capys and Laocoon,
both wise men, warned against it. They said that they mistrusted the Greeks even
when they brought gifts.
At that point some shepherds brought--or rather, dragged-into the midst of
the people a young man who had voluntarily surrendered to them. He told a long
story about himself and about how there was neither a welcome for him from the
Greeks nor a word of greeting from the Trojans. Since he was a stranger, we
suspected him, but since his plea was so pathetic, we welcomed him to our city.
Later the horse was dragged inside the walls against the advice of a few, but
according to the wishes of the multitude. It now stands in the Market Place.
That strange feeling of impending danger still hangs over me. I told Fidus
about it this evening: he too is afraid. I'm sure there is something in the air.
I try to put the feeling out of my heart, but I canit do it. I hate even to think
about it, but tonight Fidus and I unconsciously said, 4'Goodbye,, to each other
instead of "Goodnight.', We looked at each other in amazement and then corrected
ourselves. I know that Mother andAndromeda are also afraid, but just don't want
to admit it. Till tomorrow, dear Journal, if tomorrow ever comes-.
FAMOUS LAST WORDS
Mrs. Parsons: "Let's not talk any more, shall we?',
Miss Faulkner: HI have just three things to tell you."
Cennie: "Well, well, imagine that. Oh! Horrorsli,
Janet: "Are there any further corrections?,'
Ruth A.: "Get your 'contributations' in early. Avoid the rushln
Greenie: L'It'll surely be in by 1:15, Miss Moulton."
Madame B.: "What this school needs is more French and fewer dancesf,
Anyone in general: "I was talking to Miss Faulkner."
Pat W.: H-fcensoredj -."
Claris: "Really, Miss Jones, I did sprain my earf,
Jo: 4'Oh! l've just had the most divine ideaf,
Miss Goehst: "Just tell 'em it's Little Bo Peepf'
Betsy: "I-uh--Oh, never mind."
Miss Moulton: ul shall hold you for thatf,
Hamlin Beecker was tired of sitting at home and, from the library window, he
could see the luxuriant, warm sunshine beckoning to him. just that brand of
sunshine which one expects to find on a beautiful Saturday morning in May. But
Hamlin also had another reason for venturing out this morning. He wanted to
satisfy his pride, an overwhelming pride-to show to all the world his brand new,
shiny green, super-powered Mercury Zephyr, which was made his own just the day
before. Out he went and, when he started up, he tore off like a gust of green wind.
After zooming up and down in front of the various residences of all his friends,
whirling around corners, and proudly whizzing around in the heart of town for
approximately an hour and a half, Hamlin could recall only one more place he
wanted to go. This was to Blackberry Hill, on top of which lived many influential
friends, whom he particularly wished to impress.
Off he went, down the winding street which led past familiar brick houses and
prim white ones with picket fences and tulips on their lawns-up, up, to the summit
of Blackberry Hill. There he was pleased to see, leaning against a tree, J. Fisher
Baker and his brother Michel, and still farther down the sidewalk Fred Spear and
George Simmons, all of his intimate acquaintances.
Hamlin put on speed and breezed past them, saluting and shouting a suave
"Cheerio" as he did so. He put on more speed. Ahead of him he could see the
steep downward slope of the hill. On he tore, right down the hill, faster-faster-
the houses and trees shot past him in multi-colored blurs. That wonderful sensation
of speed had gone to HamIin's head. Faster he went, down-down-. Suddenly,
from behind a delivery truck, a grocery boy, with a huge basket of vegetables,
stepped right out into Hamlin's path! Hamlin yelled and tried in vain to stop, but
it was too late. There was a screech, and then-CRASH! I
"Son," said the grocery boy, from his position in a basket of tomatoes, "why
don't you look where you're going with that scooter? Now you just get down here
and pick up every one of these vegetables that still resembles a vegetable. Dad blast
you kids and your contraptions!"
Hamlin, to say the least, felt extremely let down. After helping the grocery boy
gather up his splattered wares, he took by the handlebars his new, shiny, green
Mercury Zephyr, and started the long trudge back up Blackberry Hill,
AN ELEGY TO AN ALARM CLOCK-
Whose durability has been tested by a forceful thrust against the wall, and who
has suffered the same sad fate which befell poor Humpty Dumpty.
I'm grateful for your watchful eye,
I'm grateful for your charm,
I'm sorry that I bruised you so,
I meant to cause no harm.
It hurts to see you lying there-
All smashed and torn apart,
And your two hands outstretched to me
As ifI broke your heart.
I know youill go to heaven,
As all alarm clocks should,
'Cause that's the place where all will go
Who, in this life, are good.
I loved you in the summer,
I loved you in the fall,
But when you failed to wake me up,
I loved you best of all.
With apologies to Sir Arthur Sullivan, composer of "The Lost Chordflb
While seated one day in the study,
I was weary and rather perturbed,
For my mind wandered idly
Over home-work I hadn't disturbed.
I knew not what I was doing
Nor what I was thinking of
When I saw one phrase--one luminous phrase:
"Due today are the things above."
There were French, Art, History, and Latin,
Then the subject I adore-
My English, my dear blessed English,
A study I couldn't abhor.
But my love for it sailed out the window
When I saw what was to be done,
L'Contribute your share for the Year Bookw
Wonlt somebody hand me a gun!!
I've tried my hand at short stories
And can see I havenst a chance,
I don't dare attempt a cartoon,
They'll destroy it with nary a glance.
You can see the small worth of my poems,
You can't stop me once I,ve begun.
I flatly refuse to take snap-shots,
Even suicide would be more fun.
I repeat my request for a gun!!
A DAY FROM THE DIARY OF A GIRL UF ULD CARTHAGE
This morning I arose, put on one of my not-so-gay robes and went, as usual,
to the dining hall to eat my morning meal with other handmaidens of the queen.
Today, however, all fifty of them, instead of sitting in their usual places, were
standing in small groups and chattering in great excitement. Upon questioning
one of them whom I had already met QI was but recently chosen for the queen's
train-a coveted honor indeedl, I was informed that a fleet of ships was standing
in the harbor of Carthage. My friend, greatly excited, her cheeks flushed and
eyes dilated, explained that a wanderer, Aeneas, with all his people tbut a poor
remnantl had asked for shelter and a chance to repair his ships, nineteen in number,
and much battered and worn by terrible storms, which he did say beset them.
I have heard whispers that Queen Dido much admires the hero Aeneas, and
that she has had placed in her temple to Minerva beautiful pictures of the struggle
between Trojan Aeneas and his victorious foes, the Greeks. Perceiving now my
mistake in dress, I ran with all haste to change to my most elaborate gown, beauti-
fully trimmed with embroidery, a product of my mother's industrious fingers.
From the dressing room to the great hall where all the queen's followers were
assembled. At this moment the queen entered and a hush fell upon the motley
crowd. A herald proclaimed a feast to be held this afternoon.
To the great dining hall of the queen, after much preparation and anticipation.
The queen has shown a liking for me-a thing which did much upset the hand-
maidens who had been in the service of the queen a far longer time. I sat down
in my place near the seat of the queen, being one of a chosen few allowed to sit
near her. She was dressed in queenly robes which reflected much light from the
tapers which did line the wall in a wonderfully intricate manner. Father Aeneas,
as he was called by his people, reclined on a couch next to that of the queen. They
say that it was the work of ten master craftsmen and twenty-five of the queen's
best sewing women. King Aeneas reclined with a regal ease which does become
him much. He is very good looking-tall, with dark and waving hair and com-
manding eyes-truly a romantic figure to one such as I, who have not been permitted
to mingle with men at all up to now. My parents were very stern and had definite
ideas about rearing a daughter correctly. I noticed that the queen seems uncommonly
taken with the royal wanderer. Hardly for a moment during the whole feast did
her eyes leave his face.
All manner of wonderfully prepared dishes were brought on by a seemingly
never-ending line of servants, all appearing of the same age. I ate but little, trying
to keep down my girth, since my waist and figure are slightly inclined to plumpness.
A noble to my left was very interested in me, but, since he had a mole on his chin,
I paid him no attention the whole length of the evening.
The tables were cleared and King Aeneas, after being urged by the queen, told
the story of his wanderings. I heard but little, however, as, overcome by the
combination of wine, good food, and warmth, I did fall asleep when the story was
but just begun. When I woke, it seemed hours later, the story was just being
finished. Much mist in my brain, I hardly noticed the departure of the great
company. Another handmaiden did help me to the sleeping quarters, my head being
groggy with sleep.-And so to bed.
THROUGH ROSE-COLORED GLASSES
It was a cold and frosty night, as I trudged slowly through the deep snow.
I fastened my shabby coat tighter to keep out the penetrating and violent wind,
and felt the soft damp snow flakes as they fell on my face. Although I was very
hungry and had no money for food, I was happy at the thought of the cheery
fire that awaited me only three blocks away.
"Hello there, Bill." I turned quickly and saw one of my slight acquaintances.
"Mind if I walk with you a while?"
"No, glad to see youf' I replied.
"My, how I hate this weatherli' grumbled my friend. "It's too cold and snowy
to suit mef,
'4Oh, I donit think it's so bad. It could be worse," I told him. "I love to hear
the children shouting and singing, as they skate on the pond or slide down the
hill on their sleds."
"But cold weather increases one's appetite, and we can't afford to buy food.
Look at the rich loafing and eating all day in front of warm fires, while we have
to hunt for work and have no homes to go to at nightf'
"Don,t be discouraged, my friend. See, there is a warm fire by the newsstand
across the street. We will warm ourselves, and tomorrow we will surely find work
and food. Perhaps we may even be offered a lodging for the night." I put as
much assurance as I could into those words.
My friend, heartened somewhat, soon left me. I walked on and asked at an
inn if I might sleep in the basement. The innkeeper looked at my torn clothes,
saw that I had no money, and laughed in my face. "Get out of here, you worthless
rogue, before I throw you outlv
I turned sadly away and then brightened at the thought of an old broken-down
car I had seen in an empty lot. That would be a good place to spend the night.
I hurried as fast as I could, and suddenly I saw something shining in the light
of a street lamp. It was a dime! How wonderfull Now I could have a cup of
hot coffee to warm myself and probably some bread too. A
CURTAIN GOING UP
"Geri Dean, newest of the actresses on Broadway, stepped from her car, wrapped
her mink coat more tightly around herself, and, to all outward appearances, walked
very calmly to her dressing room. Closing the door behind her and sinking into
a satin-tufted chair, she thought, 'I do as much acting oil' as on the stage. Those
people had and have me scared to death.'
"'Half hour until curtain,' called the stage manager tapping on her door.
" 'All right, Ted, I'll be ready! ' Geri replied, getting up and beginning to apply
"Her part was lying on her dressing table and, between dabs of grease paint,
rouge, eye make-up and lipstick, she studied. This was only the second night of
the show, and Geri was still quite excited. It was all so thrilling! The crowds,
the applause, the flowers, the cheers, her curtain speech, kleig lights, autograph
seekers, and after all that Ted had called a late rehearsal.
" 'Five minutes until curtain, Miss Dean.'
"Geri gave an extra brush to her hair and walked to the wings. The house
lights dimmed down, the spots dimmed up, and Ted whispered,
" 'Curtain going up.'
"Her male lead tossed her the cue, and Ceri breathed a prayer as.she walked
49 4? I'
Helen put the book down on her table and said, "Mommie, I just read the best
story, and you know what I've decided? I'm going to be an actress!"
-Gloria Iayne Levinson
VIHEN HSPUNTANEOUS ME" CAUSED TROUBLE
When I was in fourth grade, our teacher asked us to bring books to school for
the poor children, and I told her I couldn't. She called me up to her desk and
"You have some, havenlt you?"
Of course I had many of them but I had a bad habit of marking them with a
pencil and naturally I couldn't tell this to my teacher, so I quickly invented a
brother, aged "about two or sixi' upon whom I placed all blame.
My teacher, who was always very much interested in her class, every day would
ask me about my non-existent brother. As I was very proud of the product of my
imagination I daily reported on his activities which you may well believe were
many and varied.
As the school year progressed and February rolled around, time for mid-year
entrants, I decided to put my brother in school and in this way be through with
him for good. I passed into another room with a new teacher and entirely forgot
"Junior', until one day when I met my former teacher. She said:
"Dear, l'm going down to the kindergarten and I guess I'll see your brother
at last. Do you want to go with me at recess?',
I said nothing! Recess came and I went--home!
One day at a P. T. A. meeting my teacher asked Mother about Junior, and
Mother proceeded to tell the whole story. She came home and discussed it with
Daddy and both decided to say nothing to me about it, until one day when I asked
for a new bicycle, Daddy said to me firmly:
"No, dear, Junior has been so good that I think we shall get him one insteadli'
My spontaneous imagination has been kept well-checked ever since.
-Gloria Jayne Levinson
,M G 'T 4 My M3345-n1g',f15wsgg W
THE WILTED CARNATION
'6Granny! Granny." Bounding down the stairs came eight-year-old Trudy Trindle,
calling her beloved grandmother.
"Granny, look what I found while looking through that old trunk in the attic.
lt's some kind of flower, but it's very old and faded. Mother said that you would
tell me a story about it. Would you, please?,,
Granny rocked a gentle contented rock in her chair, drew her Colorful shawl
closer about her shoulders, and smiled as a person happily reminiscing would.
Trudy brought the stool from in front of the fireside and sat down near her
Granny's rocker. Granny tenderly lifted the carnation from her grand-daughter's
tiny cupped hands. Lifting the brown, dried, and musty smelling Carnation to her
face, she yet saw only a fresh, white flower, and yet smelled only a rich, fragrant
The old lady rested her head on the back of her chair, Closed her eyes, and started
to tell the story of the wilted carnation.
uSoon after your Gramps and l were married, the war between the states broke
out. John felt it his duty to enlist immediately, and so was soon on his way to
the front. lt seemed a cruel blow to be separated from my beloved husband so
soon after our marriage, but what had to be, had to be. Before he left I gave him
this very Carnation, picked from our own garden. lt was the last one of the year
to bloom, for fall had set in, and winter wasnit far off.
"John kept the Hower even after it had wilted, and always carried it with him.
One warm night in spring not long before the war ended, ,lohnis regiment was
to enter into battle. He had been looking at the crushed Carnation and thinking
of home. 'The regiment suddenly went into action. He had been day-dreaming
longer than he thought and still had the fiower in his hand. While running, he
dropped the Carnation. John stooped to pick it up, and took time to place it carefully
into the breast pocket of his shirt. Not many yards in front of him, a blinding
light glared as a bomb exploded. Had he not taken time to pick up the Carnation
and put it away, he would have been at the very spot where the bomb exploded.
a , m ear, is e reason a is Carna ion wi e as i is, is one o m'
f'Th t y d th th t th t , lt d t f 5
most cherished possessions. Today is the sixtieth anniversary of our mar-3,
"Granny," interrupted Trudy, Ml think that l just heard Gramps coming in.
He must be home from town. I'll go out to meet him."
A few minutes later she returned. "Close your eyes for just a moment, Granny.
Gramps has a surprise."
When Granny opened her eyes, she saw on the table in front of her a huge
bouquet of carnations. Gramps, however, placed in her palm one, single, white
carnation. Smilingly he said, "I picked this from the garden as l Came in-the
first white Carnation of the year."
-Mary Sue Ensminger
A smooth, black convertible coupe was speeding along a super highway north
of New York. Suddenly there was a terrifhc blowout, and the coupe swerved off
the road into a fence. A tall, attractive young woman in tweeds stepped out of
the car and said to herself, "Now look what I've done! What a mess! I guess
lid better go to the house and straighten things out."
She walked about a half block to the palatial mansion, mounted the front steps,
and rang the bell. A butler answered the door, and the tall young woman was
just explaining herself when down the stairs into the reception hall came the lady
of the house, demanding, "Who ruined my beautiful white fence? Find the culprit,
Suddenly she stopped short, then she bolted down the stairs with a shout of,
",Io!', The girl in the tweeds cried, "Marge! It's been ages! Darling, tell me all
Arm in arm, the girls walked into the living room and sat down, eager to tell
each other everything they had heard about the class of '41. After much chatter
and gossip, ,Io said, "Marge, I was just driving down from Boston to New York
for luncheon and the theater with Janet. You know, of course, that she has become
an excellent commercial artist. Won't you come with us? Jan will he delighted
to see you, and this afternoon we may see the new play, Pompadour Was A Lady
Too, starring, of all people, Greenie and Levy."-
6'I'd love to. I'll have the chauffeur drive us into town. Why not call a garage,
while I change my clothes? You can pick up your car on the way back to Boston,"
Half an hour later the girls were speeding along toward New York. One of them
turned on the radio to hear the latest news dispatches. This is what they heard:
"Interesting item from Hamlet-on-Rye, Buttershire: lt is rumored that two young
American women have purchased Babblingbrook-on-the-Moors Castle, an ancient
relic of medieval times. Though the new owners have been very mysterious about
the whole thing, recent revelations disclose their identity to be Betsy Wallace,
eminent psychologist, and O. C. Lorish, perennial genius. Their strange actions
have aroused much curiosity, and people are wondering what their motives can
be. However, l am quite sure that they're harmless. This is your London reporter,
Edithrose Bannon, saying, "Cheerio," till tomorrow."
"Flash from Hollywood! Claris Ross, that confirmed careerist, has given up a
chance to star in an unusual new picture to get married! - She says she wants to
have a modest home, and to rear about half-a-dozen children. She certainly has
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Another Hash from this sunny colony! Pat Wharton, the season's top glamour
girl, has refused dozens of proposals of marriage in order to buckle down seriously
to an acting career. She has just signed a seven-year contract with one of the
"This is your Hollywood correspondent, Dorothy Tarnopol, signing off."
'K' 41' 'K'
By this time the car had reached New York, and ,lo had told Marge that they
were having luncheon at the Waldorf. Since they were early, they decided to buy
a paper and read it while they waited. On the front page was an article about
the opening of a new Memorial Hospital in which Dr. Martha Defebaugh was the
head surgeon, and Miss Ruth Freund was the head nurse.
On the society page was a picture dripping with furs. At second glance the
girls recognized it as that gay divorcee, Nanette Magnus Etcetera, who was dropping
by in New York on her way from Monte Carlo to Reno.
As they turned to the Woman's Page, what should greet their eyes but the
picture of another Faulkner girl from that famous class of '41, Barbara Krietenstein.
Barb was opening Krietenstein's Progressive Kindergarten. She thought that a
kindergarten could be as progressive as anything else. Going into partnership with
Barb was Sue Ensminger, the former pride and joy of Transcontinental Airlines,
who had gained so much weight that the week before she had been politely informed
that her services were no longer required.
Jo looked at her watch and said, '6lt's almost time to meet Jan. Weill just have
time enough to take a look at the entertainment news. Look, Marge! Why, how
amazing! Ruthie Altschuler is in town as premiere ballerina of the Ballet Russel
Letis go to see her this evening. We can spend the night here in New York, and
I,ll drive home tomorrow. How about it?,'
4'That,s a wonderful idea," answered Marge. '60h, here comes Janet now. And
look who's with herl lt's Adele! Sheis a Powers model now, you know. Doesn't
she make an attractive blonde?"
The girls greeted each other enthusiastically and went together to have luncheon.
"Isn't it grand to see everybody againln said Adele. "lt,s only too bad that more
of us can't be here. Oh! Do you see what I see? Itis ,lean and Edie! There-M
coming down the stairs. Let's call them overf'
Amazed at seeing so many of their school friends, Jean and Edie rushed over.
"What are you two doing here?,, asked Janet.
"We're having luncheon before our plane leaves for Californiaf, answered Jean.
'gYes, we met quite by accident," Edie said. "We both were buying tickets to
San Francisco when we bumped into each other. Jeanie is making her debut next
Saturday night with the San Francisco Opera Company, and Fm on the way back
to my home in Hawaiif,
'LWon't you lunch with us?" asked the girls.
'tOf course, we'd love to," ,lean replied.
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lt's quite a surprise, isn't it. to find that the girls in the Senior Class of the F
School look like this through the eyes ofthe caricature artist. Tr
we challenge you. Can you guess who the girl with th
grin is? Or do you recognize a certain clas
smile? Perhaps you will be able
and the pompadour
y to ident'f
e curly h
, es member
. to tell wh
, or even x
J. Who has
1 y thenig
' air, glasses, and coy
who wears bangs and an elf-like
o is the young lady with the cocked eyebrow
vhich girl it is that wrinkles up her forehead and grins
the ski-jump nose? Wiho wears that blase expression? Who has
in-shaped face? To whom does that square jaw belong? lt's for you to guess.
Don'l worry about our being insulted-we know itls all in fun.
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LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT or THE SENIOR CLASS or 1941
We, the class of 1941, being of unsound mind, as usual, do hereby design this,
our Last Will and Testament:
To Denny Schwartz, Ruth Freund bequeaths her Palamino palinoes 4Ed. note:
in common vernacular-yellow shoesl.
To Patsy Marks, Betsy Wallace leaves her Bang, Bang, Bang, Sizzle! 1For
reference see Dragon Lady.J
Claris Ann Ross wills her projecting propensity to Tete Evans, but keeps Nate
.Ioan 0'Neal wills "Agamemnon,', her Chevy, to Dorothy Cohen with the same
hopes that we all have.
To Dede MacLellan, Ruth Altschuler bequeaths her malleable monotone in hopes
that Dede can do more with it than Ruthie did.
Dorothy Tarnopol leaves her chit-chit-chatter to Elinor Feiwell.
Janet Forbes leaves all of her Faulkner shirts to Dorothy Felber-C.O.D. those
plaid shirts of Dottyis.
To Nor Nor Evans, Mary Sue Ensminger bequeaths her mathematical mind.
Elaine Creenspahn wills her green slacks to the Dress and Appearance Com-
mittee with the hope that they will elicit some kind of motion.
,lean Harvey bequeaths her garrulous giggle to Elaine Wilhartz. Two of a kind.
To Nancy Alling, Edie Jackson leaves her limpid pools of Cocker-Spaniel eyes.
Pat Warton wills her tennis balls to bouncing Betty to keep them out of the
clutches of moths or something.
Adele Whitaker and Genevra Lorish leave their Alley Post Office to whom it
Mardi Defebaugh bequeaths Sholly to the ensuing Senior classes.
To Adele Kraus, Nan Magnus leaves her vociferous voice.
Gloria Levinson wills her stage proclivities to Mary Alice Piper.
To Zoe Ann Macaulay, Barbara Krietenstein bequeaths her muffled enigmatic
Marjorie Karlson wills her immunity to mumps to ,loan Evans fsee somebodyis
We hereby nominate and appoint the Junior Class of The Faulkner School of
Chicago, Illinois, Executrices of this Will. Dated February 22, 194-1.
The above and foregoing instrument was on this day and date therefore signed
and sealed, published and declared by the said Testatrices as and for their Last
Will and Testament, in the presence of us, who, at their request and in the presence
of each other have hereunto subscribed.
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residing at i
Another SllIlllllt'I', another seliuul
year. and ont-e again 1-tunes the
nmmentuus det-ision uf who will
fill the ulliees of Student QLUVBTIIA
ment. particularly who will he our
Slllflt'lll Government is FUI!!-
pnsefl of the entire At'ilflPllllt' Stu-
flent Body whieh tugt-ther makes
and enfurt-es rules whit-li govern
our tlrt-ss. habits. lltllltlltillllj and
extra vurrieular aetix ities thruugh-
out the st-html year. CUIlSt'tIltt'lllly.
the persian uhm presides over suvh
a hotly must he ellieient and fnire-
ful as well as f'XCI'f0Ili'-S friend.
The lIll't'llIlQl nas presixlecl mer
hy Janet l"url1es. our last xearis
VIl'0-l,l't'SHlt'lll. who was then
unanimously mtt-cl tn fill the ullive .HHN 0'NlC.Xli
ul' l'rf-siflent uf Student Cmern- lfll-'llhlf MNNS lllxlfill l"0Hlll'5
lIlt'lll cluring the Year 101.0-til. l'ller'lecl for the ullive ul Seeretary nas Joan Uixeal.
The llm-e f'llIlllltlillt'S for Yit'e-l'resident were Betty Wtmtl. ,lean Mavlaellan. and lflaine
lzxans. Of these three splendid vanfliflates lflaine lfvans nas elerterlf funn Uileal
DRESS AND rXl'l'l'IAliANt'l'l
l The smart Faulkner girl is nearing this
year a new green wuul suit. The suit von-
sists of a usuillgi' skirt and an attrat'tix'e
short jaelxet to mateh. As you knmx. Holli-
ing hut green or white is tu he nurn. Alsu.
nu large 1-ustume jewelry and no "glamuur
girl" lirighl recl Hnger nail pulish. We still
insist on ruhlver heels: after all we fltlllil
want to suunfl like the "anxil 1-horns"
walking into a rmnn.
Last yearis plan uf nearing a tlillerent
t-ulorefl skirt anrl sweater on the seeoncl
Wednesday ul the inunth is still prming:
The eunnnittee wishes to thank the girls
fur their splendid eooperatiun.
Ruth Freund. Clzairninzz
- Betty Wbml Gloria Schmitt
MANS PRESIMQN1-5 Mary Alive Piper Aclelle Krause
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TARDINESS COMMITTEE REPORT
Although there have been several unexcused tardinesses because some of the girls
have overslept, the Tardiness Committee wishes to thank the girls for their cooperation.
There have been fewer tardinesses than in previous years.
Barbara Krietenstein lc h , Dolly Rothbart
Patricia Warton 0'c airmen Gloria Frank
Nanette Magnus Donna Voss
FIRE DRILL COMMITTEE
During the year 1940-4-1, the rules for fire drills have remained unchanged, as they
have proved completely satisfactory to the representatives of the Fire Department who
made their annual visit this fall. The committee wishes to thank the girls for their
cooperation in carrying out smooth, quick drills.
Betsy Wallace, Chairman Helen Herendeen
Dorothy Tarnopol Corene Kelly
Louise Harvey Carolyn Oakes
ORDER COMMITTEE REPORT
The committee is happy to report that the students were very cooperative during the
school year. The long-postponed auction finally took place. The desks and locker-
room could be improved, and with that subtle U3 hint we close this report.
Elaine Greenspahn, Chairman Nancy Meadows
Gloria Levinson Elaine Wilhartz
Janice Garfinkel Marcia Rich
THE PHILANTHROPIC COMMITTEE
The Faulkner School contributed to the Red Cross drive this year the sum of 360.50
We also sent some scrap books.
To the Community Fund 348.00 was given. This was not so large a contribution as
in previous years.
Everyone was very willing last Christmas to help bring happiness to the children at
Fellowship House. Scrap books, toys, games, books, dolls and many other sources of
delight were sent over, besides the tree, which was bought by the children of the lower
grades. This year we helped clothe five families over at Fellowship House. Each
family received also a basket of fruit. We heard from different members of the families,
who expressed their gratitude and appreciation.
The girls have been most charitable and kind, showing a good spirit of cooperation.
Ruth Altschuler 1 , Eleanor Evans
Edithrose Bannon Scachmrmen Helen Herendeen
Mary Sue Ensminger ,lo Anne Green
Nita Coffman Ariel Tatman
On November first, there was a musky pumpkin odor in the gymnasium, the lights
were low, and sly, grotesque faces grinned from every dark corner. That's right! Our
Hallowe'en party. The theme of the party this year was "Come as a song." Prizes
for the most original and cleverest costumes were won by Susan Block and Susan
Kunstadter in the Intermediate Department, who came as "After the Ball" and "Old
Fashioned Lady," respectively, Nancy Ann Pence in the High School as "Yes, We
Have No Bananas", and Mrs. Johnson and family, representing characters in "Pin-
occhio" which literally stole the show. Prizes awarded for the best class stunts were
won by the Freshmen, and Honorable Mention by the Seniors. After the stunts, punch
and doughnuts were served, the party coming to a close with a "Congo Chain."
On account of the absence of Miss Faulkner, the Christmas Party was presided over
by our able President of Student Government, Janet Forbes, and Miss Moulton, our
advisor. Mrs. Burgess' Dalcroze class gave another one of their inspiring pageants,
and Fellowship House sent a group of boys and girls to represent them in folk dances.
Everyone adjourned to the domestic science room for refreshments after the entertain-
ment. Our Christmas tree was unusually beautiful this year in its dual colors of red
and silver decorations.
If these parties have been an enjoyment, which we sincerely hope they have been,
this success is completely due to the splendid spirit and willing co-operation of the
girls at Faulkner School. May we extend our sincere gratitude with the hope that you
have enjoyed participating in as much as we have enjoyed planning for these parties.
uljiililgtbiggaion ji Co-chairmen
Claris Ann Ross
Elinor F eiwell
THE OPENING RECEPTION
On Monday afternoon, September 16, at three o'clock, the girls of the Academic
Department gathered at a reception given by Miss Elizabeth Faulkner to open the
school year. Everyone was very much excited to get back to school and see the girls
again after the long vacation. "Big sisters" introduced "little sisters" to the girls and
the school as a whole, and the old girls were delighted to see friends of theirs coming
from other schools to Faulkner this year.
We all went to Miss Mack for our programs, as usual, and then went up to Study Hall
to find our desks. Afterwards we came down stairs for punch and cookies, and talked
about the summeris fun and the coming year. Everyone enjoyed herself, and was
pepped up to meet the work to come.
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THE FAULKNER HALLOWE'EN PARTY
The Hallowe'en party for 194-O was held in the gym on Friday, October 25. The
theme of the party, if you can call it that, was to come as a song. Many unusual and
clever costumes were paraded around the gym. After a strenuous consultation, the
judges decided to award the Intermediate prize for the best costume to Susan Block
who came as uAfter the Ball." The Academic prize was captured by Nancy Ann Pence
whose clever costume represented "Yes, We Have No Bananasf,
The Freshman Class won the prize for the best stunt with their unusual play, "The
Story of Noodle." The Senior stunt, which won Honorable mention, was a play about
Student Government. The Juniors' performance was a subtle planning out of a Hal-
lowe'en skit, while the Sophomores gave us a darling presentation of "When the
Teachers were in Schoolf,
Refreshments consisting of punch and doughnuts were served, and after a few min-
utes of dancing our party broke up, but we can truthfully say "a good time was had
THE CHRISTMAS PARTY
The Social Committee has come through with another grand success. Under the
leadership of Marjorie Karlson and ,loan O'Neal, our Christmas party this year turned
out to be one of the finest that we have had. Miss Faulkner's absence was the only
thing that marred our pleasureg however, Janet Forbes did a fine job of taking her
place as master of ceremonies.
The group of dancers from Fellowship House, old friends of ours, started the pro-
gram by presenting a number of delightful folk dances, emerging quite breathless to
face the applause of a fascinated audience.
Mrs. Burgess' classes greatly impressed us, as usual, with their lovely presentations.
The fifth and sixth grades began by putting us in a very jolly mood with their gay
pantomime of Santa and his reindeerg next the seventh and eighth grades enacted a
lovely little play whch they wrote and worked out themselves, last but not least the
high school class presented their eagerly-anticipated Christmas pageant-this year
even more beautiful and inspiring than it has ever been.
As a lovely and gay climax to the program, the stage curtains at the end of the gym-
nasium were opened, disclosing the glorious Christmas tree sparkling with twinkling
lights, glittering tinsel and gay colored balls. The array of toys and dolls beneath the
tree completed the jolly Yuletide picture which put us all in a happy Christmas spirit.
Besides the many toys and dolls were games and books, the generous gifts of the Faulk-
ner girls, Parent-Teachers Association, and our good fairy, Mrs. Smart.
While the mothers and girls were completing their celebration with ice cream and
cookies down in the domestic science room, all the toys and gay ornaments were packed
up and sent off with the tree to Fellowship House, where I am sure they gave those boys
and girls every bit as much pleasure and enjoyment as they gave us at our party.
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An atmosphere of Christmas all around. Mistletoe hanging down from the doorway,
Christmas tree branches in the windows, and a cheery fire in the huge fireplace at the
Reynolds Club. Boys in dress suits, girls in formals-the essence of youth. This ampli-
fies the Junior Prom.
Dancing, music, gaiety, and laughter. All in one night, that of December 23, 1940,
All this and refreshments, too. The refreshments were served in one room, the dancing
was held in another, with a small reception hall in between.
Freshmen, Sophomores, Juniors, Seniors, and even outsiders were present. A few
teachers and the parents of the Junior Class served as chaperones.
Remarks of a few worried Juniors as they whizzed by with their dancing partners:
"Do you think it is crowded enough?"
Are the refreshments good?,'
D0 you think people like the idea of giving the dance at the Reynolds Club?"
I think the orchestra is too loud, don't you ?"
"Do you think the decorations are too simple, or are they all right?"
"I hope it's a success and that everybody is having an enjoyable time. Are you?"
"I hope we have some money to contribute to the Scholarship Fund, but I'm sure we
shall. What do you think?"
Answers to these worried Juniors by girls outside the Junior class to their partners:
"Why, it's crowded here! You said it wouldn't bef'
"Could I have another glass of punch, please? It's awfully good! Too bad I'm on a
diet, or I'd have another cake, too."
HI think it was a smart idea of the Juniors to give the Prom outside of school this
year. You know, variety is the spice of life."
"The orchestra's even good,-that is, if you're not right on top of itf'
"Look at the bells tied with red ribbon near the green branches on the windows!
Isn't the contrast pretty?"
"Pm having a wonderful time. I hope the Juniors realize itls a success, 'cause 'I
really think it is."
"I hear that the girls from Faulkner contribute the money they have left over to the
Scholarship Fund. I think theylll have plenty from the looks of it, and I really do hope
Though the dance began at nine and was over at twelve, it really seemed like a very
short evening. Maybe it was because everybody was having such a good time. I know
I was, and after all I am part of the public opinion.
The high school days of the Class of 1940 came to an end on the evening of June
seventh, when the Seniors received their diplomas in the ever-impressive graduating
exercises. The address of the evening, "Builders," was forcefully delivered by the
Reverend Alfred Lee Wilson.
Immediately following the ceremony, the graduates and their guests attended the
reception and dance given in their honor at the school. The Junior Class had most
effectively decorated the gymnasium and helped give to the Class of 194-0 a well-
merited send-off on their college careers.
-Edith Rose Bannon
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FAULKNER ATHLETIC ASSOCIATION
The Faulkner Athletic Association is an association of the girls as well as for the
Every girl, when she enters the school, is enrolled on either the Green Team or the
White Team. Before she is permitted to enter the Association actively, she must first
be initiated into the organization.
The F. A. A. Board consists of a president, vice-president, Green and White Team
captains, secretary, representatives from every class, and the physical director.
The oiiices this year are held by Ruth Altschuler, President, Marjorie Karlson, Vice-
Presidentg Hope Landis, Secretary, Ruth Freund Green Captain, and Louise Harvey,
The purpose of the organization is to promote active interest in various sports, good
sportsmanship and a fine spirit of co-operation under the wise guidance and inspiration
of our very capable athletic director, Miss Jones.
THE ATHLETIC BANQUET
The Annual Athletic banquet was held Friday, May 17, 194-0, at the Chicago
Woman's Club. After Marge Shattuck, our president, had welcomed us, the party
was turned over to Betsy Wallace, who played the role of mistress of ceremonies with
The first attraction of the evening was the reading of the place cards which con-
sisted of a famous quotation suited to each girl. The usual thank-you speeches were
enthusiastically received, and the humorous anecdotes rendered by members of the
faculty contributed greatly to the enjoyment of the evening. Of course, the climax
of the whole banquet was Miss Jones' presentation of awards to deserving athletes.
Following this, the girls marched hilariously around the room singing favorite college
songs, but finally auieted down to bring another perfect banquet to a close by singing
"Auld Lang Sync."
SMALL NUMERAL LARGE NUMERAL
Fur was flying in the school gym on the evening of March 15, for the Drill was under
way. Both teams fought hard, and it was a nip-and-tuck affair.
After marching, motor ability tests, and folk dancing had passed in review, a new
note was added to the already colorful occasion. The Seniors and Juniors of both
teams, together with their fathers, joined in a rousing good American country dance.
Then the game! Until the last few minutes of play, it was anybody's chance. But the
Greens came out ahead to win 24 to 21. The final score of the Drill was extremely
close, 50 to 45, with the Greens in the lead.
Again Miss Jones added another smashing success to her never-ending chain, and
each one better than the last.
-Edith Rose Bannon
FIRST TEAM-FORWARDS SECOND TEAM-FORWARDS
Ruth Freund Elaine Evans
Nancy Alling Genevra Lorish
Louise Harvey Janet Forbes
Adele Whitaker Sub-Mary Sue Ensminger
FIRST TEAM-GUARDS SECOND TEAM-GUARDS
Edith Jackson Joan 0'Neal
Marjorie Karlson Betsy Wallace
Jean MacLellan Nita Coffman
Ruth Altschuler Pat Warton
On Saturday morning, March 7, we assembled in the gym to witness a much-
heralded game of basketball between the Latin school and the Faulkner school. Both
games were well played and very exciting.
The score of the first team was 34-10 in favor of Latin, and the second team game
was 20-12, also in favor of Latin. After the game, we adjourned to the Domestic
Science room for refreshments and a general good time. We sincerely hope that the
Latin girls will come back again.
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MISS F ANNY WILLOUCHBY .................. EDITH JACKSON
MISS WILLOUGHBY ......... .... B ETSY WALLACE
MISS SUSAN ........... .... P ATRICIA WARTON
MISS HENRIETTA .... .......... M ICKIE MARKS
MISS PHOEBE ................ .... E DITHROSE BANNON
PATTY .......................... ..... G ENEVRA LORISH
THE RECRUITING SERGEANT ..... ..... .I ANE COLDSMITH
VALENTINE BROWN ............ ..... P EGGY WILLIAMS
ISABELLA .......... .... C LORIA TEN HOOR
.IEANETTE ........ ....... J EAN HARVEY
ENSIGN WESLEY ..... .... C ATHERINE EVANS
HARRIET ......... ........ I OAN O'NEAL
CHARLOTTE ........ ..... L OUISE HARVEY
ENSIGN SPICER ..... ...... B ETTY WOOD
ENSIGN BLADES ..... .... M ARY HAYES
The living room of Miss Susan and Miss Phoebe, 1805.
The same living room, ten years later.
In the garden at the ball, three days later.
The living room, the following week.
The Dramatic Club, under the direction of Miss Emily Goehst, gave a fine per-
formance of this familiar and dearly-loved comedy on Saturday evening, May 4, 1940.
The story centers around Miss Phoebe, a lovely young girl who falls in love with
Valentine Brown just as he is going away to war. When Mr. Brown returns, he finds
Miss Phoebe sadly changed, all her youth and gaiety apparently gone.
Still in love with Mr. Brown, Miss Phoebe in desperation passes herself off as
"Miss Livvy," a coquettish cousin. There is considerable confusion as "Miss Livvyw
tries to keep out of the way of prying neighbors who would recognize her as Miss
Phoebe. She finds to her sorrow that Mr. Brown has apparently forgotten Miss Phoebe
and fallen in love with "Miss Livvyf' However, it all comes out right in the end, with
the lovers united and the inquisitive neighbors still wondering.
Miss Goehst is greatly to be complimented on her direction of the play, which was
as smooth in its timing as any professional performance.
-Claris Ann Ross
On Friday evening, May 18, 1940, the Freshman Class, under the kind direction of
Miss Emily Goehst, presented three plays.
By Zona Gale
MIS, ABEL .... ......................... J OAN EVANS
GRANDMA .... ...... ..... M A RY RUTH HERTZMAN
PETER ...... .......... G LORIA MURPHY
INEZ ............... ......... S ALLY MILLER
EZRA ................ ..... L OIS ALTSCHULER
MRS. ELLSWORTH ..... ..... .... M A RY ALICE PIPER
MISS TROT ...................... ........... L ETITIA LANE
"The Neighborsi' is a story of rural life in a small town. This little community re-
ceives word that the widow Ellsworth is going to adopt a little boy. A small group
of people headed by Mis, Abel, therefore, decide to get some things together for the
little chap. There is a real feeling of community spirit, as we see this group soliciting
and donating piles of clothing and toys. ,lust before the play ends, we learn that the
little boy isn't coming after all and, although "The Neighbors" are disappointed, they
feel that they now can depend upon one another at any time and for any thing.
QUEEN CATHERINE PARR
By Maurice Baring
HENRY VIII ................................. GLORIA FRANK
QUEEN CATHERINE ..... .......... A LICE UTLEY
PAGE ................ . . . .... ..... D OROTHY FELBER
PAGE ............................. ..... E LAINE CHAPMAN
This play is very short but keeps the audience in stitches the entire time. Henry
VIII and Queen Catherine insist on quarreling about the color of a horse. The king
gets very angry and decides to behead his wife, but all turns out very happily and
Catherine keeps her head.
LADIES IN MOONLIGHT
By Besse Patterson Gephart
MRS. LINCOLN .......... ..... ..... N A NCY LEE GOODMAN
MRS. ADAMS ......... ...... E LAINE WILHARTZ
MRS. WASHINGTON ..... ........... P ATSY MARKS
MRS. GRANT .......... .... Z OE ANN MACAULAY
DOLLY MADISON ....... ............ G LORIA HEYWANG
WATCHMAN .............................. DOROTHY COHEN
"Ladies in Moonlight" takes place in the Smithsonian Institute. At midnight the
women begin talking and give us a glimpse of the period when they lived in the White
House. There are many quarrels about the way each one dressed but finally, through
the intervention of Dolly Madison, as we leave them back on their pedestals, they
are all friends.
Xlrs. lilIl'fll'SS, you haxe our deepest gratitude for the helpful training of our Dul-
vroze vlasses. We appreviate the grace of movement and beauty of expression you
haw tried to instill in us by your careful supervision, and we know that through this
training we lime rome to feel and understand more thoroughly. music- and rhythm.
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CLASS OF 1040
JANE ALI MAN ...........
ARLEWE RERKEN Fl ELD ....
BARBARA CLATT ..... .
DOROTHY GOES .....
JANE GOLDSMITH ....
LOIS HAISFURTHER. ..
MARY HAYES ........
DORIS LIEBSCHUTZ ....
ELAINE LYON .,...... .
Rl"l'H JEAN MANASTER .... ..
ELAINE MARKS ...... .
MIINNA SACHS ........
ANNE WICKHAM ......
PEGGY WILLIAMS ....
. . . . .Wheaton College
. . . .Colorado College
. . . . Principia College
. . . . . . . . .Smith College
. . .University of Illinois
. .Vanderbilt University
.Central YMCA College
. . . . . .Dramatic School
University of Wiscoiisiri
. . .University of Illinois
. . . . . .Colorado College
. .University of Chicago
. . . .DePauw University
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OUR PRINCIPAL 'S ODYSSEY
Through the generous gift of a friend outside the school, our principal, Miss Eliza-
beth Faulkner, attended the annual meeting of the National Association of Principals
of Schools for Girls at Atlantic City, February 19-24 and stayed in the East long enough
to visit a number of schools and colleges.
At Bryn Mawr College, Miss Faulkner with six other principals was the luncheon
guest of President Park and Dean Manning. At Sarah Lawrence College, President
Constance Warren entertained her as her house guest over night and showed her
many interesting phases of this unusual college. '
A pleasant day was spent at Vassar. An interview with President MacCracken
and luncheon with Prof. Leila Barber la Faulktner alumnaj made this visit
At Connecticut College, Miss Faulkner was the luncheon guest of President
Blunt, who personally escorted her on a tour of the college.
Next Smith and Mt. Holyoke were her gracious hosts while she stayed in North-
ampton several days, interviewing college officials, visiting classes, and enjoying
the tributes of praise given our alumnae, Sally Hayes and Courtney Ann Reid,
seniors at Smith, who are bringing honor to our Faulkner School by fine work
in Sally's major, English, and in "Nan's" major, music. Nan is senior chorus
director and, therefore, was leader of the "Rally," Smith's great mid-winter college
Clay. Our Smith freshman, Dorothy Goes, is a member of her class choir and a
hard working student.
Wellesley, with its beautiful campus in a winter dress of snow, was as alluring
as ever. The college received Miss Faulkner as an oiiicial guest and entertained
her for two nights as by day she visited classes and saw the more intimate life
of the college. In each of these three colleges, Miss Faulkner was given a personal
interview and cordial welcome by the new presidents-Dr. Davis of Smith, Dr.
Hamm of Mt. Holyoke, Dr. McAfee of Wellesley.
Pine Manor, a junior college at Wellesley, has always been popular with Faulkner
girls. Its founder, Miss Helen Temple Cook, gave a tea for Miss Faulkner where
she met many of the faculty of this college and of the neighbor school, Dana Hall,
and enjoyed a visit with two of the alumnae, l'Class of '39l Marguerite Boyle and
Barbara Rockwell, happy successful students at Pine Manor.
Miss Faulkner also visited The Park School in Brookline, a day school, whose
principal, Miss Grace Cole, and her assistant, Mrs. Gladys Watson, formerly taught
in The Faulkner School.
Another former teacher, Kathryn von Puhl fnow Mrs. Arthur H. Leonard Jr.l
who is connected with Dana Hall gave a dinner for Miss Faulkner, as did Mrs.
Morley of Dana Hall, the mother of Clara Margaret Morley f'39l.
At Radcliffe College Miss Faulkner had luncheon with Caroline Camp l,39l,
a sophomore, and a pleasant interview with our friend, President Comstock, and
At Wheaton College in Norton, Massachusetts, Miss Faulkner had a visit with
another President Park and with the Dean, Miss Zeigler, who gave a fine report
of our last yearis senior, Jane Altman, now a freshman there, with whom Miss
Faulkner had luncheon and a delightful visit. Miss Faulkner was also the guest
that day of Mrs. Milliken, Principal of The-House-in-the-Pines, a small junior
A visit to Milton Academy was of great interest. Its principal, Miss Ellen Faulkner,
claimed as a remote cousin, is proudly acknowledged a prominent woman in the
field of education.
Last was an interesting visit at Wells College in Aurora, New York, where our
Mary Dean is a high ranking junior. The Dean, Mrs. Rusk, and President Weld
did everything to make the two days at Wells memorable by their generous plans
for Miss Faulkner's care and comfort.
It would be impossible to tell all that was seen and all that was done on this
wonderful trip. Miss Faulkner is more than ever convinced that a girl from the
Middle West, if she can manage it financially, should have a college life in one
of these fine institutions which it was her pleasure to visit.
'PHE PARENT-TEACHER ASSOCIATION
The. P.T.A. of the Faulkner school was organized in 1939, Mrs. Howard Hayes
being the first president. We joined the National Congress of Parent-Teachers the
same year. Our first year we raised enough money to buy a moving picture machine
and sound projector for the school. In the second year we have had eight meetings,
our program theme was "Education Does Not End With School." The P.T.A. and
Alumni gave a style show, tea, and card party on November eighteenth at the
Shoreland Hotel, netting each organization 34-32.45. We have to date 175 parent
members of our P.T.A. Our gift to the school this year was 250 chairs for the
gymnasium and 35100 for new books for the library. The purpose of the P.T.A.
is to promote an understanding and good friendship between teachers and parents.
Nettie M. Underwood 1Mrs. Morgan P.l
OFFICERS OF THE PARENT-TEACHERS ORGANIZATION
President .... .... M rs. Morgan Underwood
lst Vice-Pres, . . . .... Mrs. Arthur Jackson
2nd Vice-Pres. .... .... M rs. H. S. O'Neal
Treasurer .... .... M rs. Leland Wilhartz
Rec. Sec'y .... Mrs. Alice Blitzsten
Cor. Sec'y .............. Mrs. Haven C. Kelly
Miss Elizabeth Faulkner Mrs. Keith Parsons
THE FIRST SNONV
Large gray clouds hung heaxy over the small town, and the trees silhouetted
against the horizon formed huge irregular figures, motionless and serene in the
cold afternoon air.
In the distance could be seen the church steeple standing high and straight, tower-
ing above the town. Houses. with their chimneys exuding great clouds of white
smoke, symbolized peace and contentment.
Soon a few tiny white flakes of snow fell dreamily down to earth. Presently the
wind rose from the north, cold, and with a sweeping force. The trees began to sway
back and forth and the wind whistled through the bare branches with lonely calls.
The weather-cock on the church steeple whirled round, and the wind swirled the
snow like small tornadoes down the street. Blinding sheets of snow enveloped the
houses. while cars moved at a snail's pace down the snow-drifted streets.
Night came, and here and there could be seen the warm light streaming from
snow-covered houses. The wind had died down, but a slight snappy breeze still
Street lights stood glittering in the night. and a soft snow fell, sparkling, earthward.
Smoke from the chimneys could be seen drifting lazily toward the star-studded sky.
The church steeple shone with white against the jet blackness of the night, and the
weather-cock stood without motion, dressed in his coat of glittering snow.
The trees stood out off in the distance. tall and refined, etched in sparkling dia-
monds, proud of their newly-gained elegance, while from behind rose a full moon.
casting light to illuminate the beauty of the first snow.
You stood there as if you were a shadow,
Dark, serene, still, like death.
Yesterday you were afraid, today you are not,
You once told me you wanted to live forever,
So I pitied you knowing you were to die,
But now you stand before me, inviting me
To join you for the rest of enternity.
You assure me of peace-no bombs-
No dictators-No! I'll not come,
I do not need to go to escape those horrible
Things you mentioned-
I have faith that they will escape usg
Over there, life seems gone, but
Faithful America lives on.
THE PRICES OF WAR
What is this horrid thing called war?
This senseless game of death and pain?
Is it to this we send our sons,
Perhaps to see them never more?
Never to gaze into their eyes
And hear them laugh in glad surprise
As in the days of yore?
We send them off from peace to toil,
Soon to lie beneath the soil
Of that land so far away.
Every mother lifts her head to pray
That others like her, say not so,
Wonit have to see their loved ones go
To that land to fight the foe.
For the price is high,
The price is dear,
As know all that liveth here.
This price is life!
SHADOWS IN THE NIGHT
Shadows passing to and fro,
Restless, never stopping,
Echoes of the bygone days,
Coming back to haunt the world.
Moaning, groaning, begging, pleading,
Hands outstretched, heads upturnedg
With memories clear of yester-year,
They cry, "Oh, God, not these our sons!"
Shadows passing through the night,
Grief-struck, sullen, grayg
Know they the horror of war's destruction,
They're the ghosts of yesterday.
-Edith Rose Bannon
Touched by wind and rain,
It comes out of oblivion into the open to grow,
To grow and make some one happy,
It bursts forth with joy at the ecstacy of the world around it,
It is lovely, radiant,
It is mine.
THE WILL OF GOD
The old darkness of night
Makes me so afraid,
Out of the darkness comes all the horrors of the world:
War, poverty, unhappiness,
Then as darkness fades away, I am no longer afraid,
For with every stream of light is God.
The light shines upon regions of war, poverty, and unhappiness,
Offering a helping hand to their burdens,
The rays of light are stronger upon the good,
Giving them the will to liveg
Once you have the will to live, you have at
Last found the will of God.
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THERE 'LL ALNVAYS BE AN ENGLAND
As I thumbed through the mail one day last week, I came across a letter written
to me in a very odd hand. The only way to describe it is to compare it with Old
English script. I stood there and figured the large vanilla colored envelope for
some time, as I tried to remember where or when I had seen such hand-writing
before, but it was useless. So I slowly split the envelope open and drew out its
contents. They consisted of a small Union ,lack and a letter, dated . . .
November 6, 1940.
I do not believe you remember me but I once met you in your grandmotheris
rose garden. At the time, I had a strange premonition that you someday would
be of great comfort to me. The time has come, but I do not ask for comfort,
I ask only for faith and belief in what I have to tell you.
There always has been and always will be an England.
The sun is now setting beyond the tower of London, which I can see from my
drawing room. Soon all of London will be in darkness. I, too, must turn off my
lamp and so I shall have to write rapidly.
London to your mind's eye must present a very sad sight, for the news reports
you get describe it as a tired, wounded city, but, in reality, it is the same dear
old London. Those of us who love her do not see the bomb craters nor do we
hear the enemy bombers. We are aware only of the roar of our own planes and
see only the smiling faces of our brave men in the streets. At night the long white
fingers of our searchlights reach into God's dark but no longer safe sky. Each
Londoner feels safer and has a warm love for their white beams.
Only yesterday I learned of the death of my son. No, do not feel sorry for me,
because he died happily and I live in the glowing memory of his willingness to
dare and to die. There are many other mothers in England tonight who feel as
I do. Each of these mothers has played her part nobly in this unhappy time, and
many have done more than their share. I can not feel that in giving a son I have
done enough. It is for this reason I write to you. I want you to give my message
to your people. Tell them for me, and by that I mean not myself alone but all
England, that there always will be an England. God bless her and her gracious
Majesties, King George and Queen Elizabeth.
Now I must turn out my lamp according to regulations. I close with a happy
thought for you and a prayer that you may never lose any loved ones as I have.
I was unable to see for a moment after I had read this letter. My eyes were
dimmed by tears, and it was with great difficulty I swallowed a lump in my throat.
For the first time I fully understood the phrase: 'fThere7ll Always Be an Englandf'
and I shall try to do as she asked by appealing to all of you to believe as she
and I and millions of liberty lovers everywhere have faith that uthereill always be
PURSUING A PHANTOM
I searched far in the in the East:
In the green fire of opals,
In the cold glitter of chains,
In the brittle brightness of swords,
And I found no comfort.
I hunted in the West:
Where they spoke wise words,
Where was music of harps and horns,
But they gave me no solace.
I looked in the South:
Where was gaiety and wine,
Dancing and singing on the streets
And romance on every balcony.
I sought in the North:
In the cool silver of moonlight,
In the deep caves of ancient seas,
In the hush of the forests,
But I found only loneliness,
And the wind whispered, "Not here.'
WALKING IN THE PARK IN SPRING
Slowly I walk through this spacious area of lovelinessg
I see green grass, blue sky and bright sun,
Swaying trees, nodding flowers, romance-
Yes, romance! puppy love, adolescent love, middle-aged love and old love
Even the chirping birds are in love,
All is happy.
I sit on one of the newly painted benches and look up,
The sky seems to be talking to me,-
I look down at the ground,
The flowers and grass are nodding and laughing.
I turn around at an elderly couplwthey smile, understandingly,-
I relax and return their smile.
lt seems it is an endless wave
That rushes swiftly past the graveg
E Through the cosmic ray its path is wending
And bears the soul to time unending.
It seems it is a wid'ning circle
That does not end with one life cycleg
To celestial heights it must ever climb
Where space is measured but by time.
STORM ON THE LAKE
The waves are pounding on the shore,
Their rumbles sounding through the air,
The purples, blues, and browns, and greens
Are streaked all through with whiteg
The frowning, black, low-lying clouds
Make the sky like night,
The wind is whistling through the grass,
Shrill and clear and loud,
Carrying through the air the grains of sand,
Blowing away the cloud.
The sun is shining on the lake,
The gulls are soaring o'er the lake,
-Mary Ruth Hertzman
AN ODE TO THE DAY
OH, afar across the lake,
.lust above the line that divides the great expanse of water from the great expanse
Appears a pale, very pale gray light.
Soon the whole sky about us is filled with the same soft radiance,
The stars grow paler as the sky gains a more ruddy colorg they flicker a bit, and
as a dampened candle might fade out one by one.
Suddenly streaks of bright gold are seen
Starting as thin lines from the horizon and extending boldly far into the highest
The gold turns to rose,
Fading from rose to a bright, nearly white light.
The bright light once more softens to the rosy hue and at length the gold again
enriches the world with its beauty.
Shadows that have already begun to lengthen, lengthen even more.
The weary sun, now giving only her wan light of evening,
Tells the moon and stars that they may now come out to play.
The moon wakens the evening star,
The evening star awakens her rested companions,
The blackness of night once more lays her dark blanket about us, with the stars and
the moon to watch over us.
,Twill not be long before dull lights again appear.
-Mary Sue Ensminger
GOD BLESS AMERICA!
The year of 194-0 will probably go down in history as one of the most tragic
years in both American and European history. During 1940 many countries have
been conquered and thousands of people have been forced to give up their lives,
homes, and families because of a small group of men and their lust for power.
It seems that during every generation a war springs up suddenly to rage until
both sides are exhausted and one is completely destroyed. There is but one reason
for this and that is because in some European countries children grow up with
the conviction that might is the only law and that conquest and dominance are
the only important and desirable things in life. In the United States, however,
we are given the great privilege of obtaining wonderful and thorough educations
in all fields, and every man, woman, and child realizes that he has a part to do
in maintaining and raising our standards of living.
A dictator is invested with power to lead certain people in Europe, while in
America people are given the right of going to the polling places and marking on
the election ticket an X for any man who, they think, is the man capable of leading
We do not have concentration camps for people of different faiths from our
own. Instead, we have various organizations where people of all faiths can meet
and become friends. Our homes and businesses are not taken away from us because
our government feels that we have been too fortunate and it is the time when we
should divide all our possessions.
The young men of our country do not have to join any defense movement unless
they feel they owe it to their country. However, a defense draft movement has
been settled, and the men who have been chosen are eager to serve their country.
Boys in America are fortunate enough to be able to participate in various sports
while young boys across the sea are being trained to bomb cities and to fight
against their neighbors. The boys in America when participating in these various
sports light, it is true, but only for one cause and that is for the sake and reputation
of their team and not because their dictator suddenly decided that he wants to
invade a certain country, so that he can have more land and so he can torture
many people because of their race, creed, or color.
Thank Cod that in our own country we can worship Cod and believe in our
own ideals. We, the children of this generation, are the ones most likely to suffer
from the spoils of this war but we know we shall be able to stand together and
protect our country so that no enemy can even try to invade and conquer us.
So, as we look across the sea and watch the nations fall and pray that no more
will, we in America can say again and again, "God bless America!"
DIARY OF NANCY RANDOLPH
April 29, 1770.
'Tis my birthday, dear diary! I am fifteen years old today, and oh-how grown-up
I feel! I am truly a young lady now. Oh, diary! How can I suppress my excitement?
What do you think has happened? My dear mama today told me that I am to be
allowed to attend the annual May Day Ball at the Winthrop's plantation and am to
join in all the festivities as befits a young lady of my age and station.
Dear mama and papa presented me with a beautiful pink brocade dress, which
Captain Steeling brought all the way from London on one of papals ships. I am also
to wear the necklace of pearls which was my grandmother's and am to have my hair
put up in curls. I intend to make all the young men fall in love with me and, dear
diary, I am sure I can do it, for I overheard papa and Dr. Lloyd and Mr. Roberts
talking of my beauty and charm.
Arose early today and helped Aunt Lucy prepare my dress. Oh, diary, I am
absolutely breathless when I look at it.
,lack Winthrop rode over today on Lightfoot. I noticed for the first time how
grown up he looks, and he is handsome, dear diary, but he is such fun to tease.
I quite exasperated him, talking of the ball and my dress, for, suddenly, in a hot
temper, he slapped his boots and told me that I was a conceited, impudent little girl
and quite empty headed. This made me very angry. I spurred Heather on and. led
,lack and Lightfoot quite a merry chase, through the woods, past the mill and finally
clattering into the stable yard where old John was quite startled.
,lack looked so sorry that I quite forgave him, but I shant, tell him so, I intend
to make life miserable for him at the ball.
May I. "
Awoke this morning to see a bright blue sky and to feel a light spring breeze
ruffling the curtains of my bed.
I was in such a state by the time we were ready to leave that papa and Nero
almost had to carry me out and put me on Heather. I rode ahead with papa, while
mama and the women rode behind. l wore my red riding habit, as ,lack always
says it makes my hair and eyes blacker and my cheeks redder.
Our spirits were very high as we jogged over the red clay road, for the sun was
bright, and everything was green and spring-like. As we clattered up the road to the
house, the sound of the negroes' voices, singing in the fields, met our ears, and a
bevy of little pickaninnies with great white smiles in black faces followed at our
At the door Colonel Winthrop stood greeting all the guests. We were ushered into a
hall quite full of handsome young men. There were others but-Oh diary!-I didn't
In no time I was in the middle of a group on the lawn and found myself flirting
with them all. The company kept arriving all afternoon in coach and saddle, many
coming from the other end of the state and planning to stay the night. The Lloyds and
Bardells came up the river on barges, and the governor arrived in coach and four.
Mr. Ashby arrived on horseback with his bride behind him on a pillion.
'Twas no time at all before the ladies retired to prepare for the hall. Old Aunt
Lucy dressed me and would have no one else lay a finger upon me. I told mama
that I felt it quite unnecessary to have one's old mammy go with one to a ball, but
she insisted and now I'm quite glad she did. Just as I finished dressing, a little negro
knocked and presented me with three lovely camellias from Jack, which I immediately
pinned in my hair.
I took great pleasure in making an entrance and as I walked down the stairs I felt
quite ravishing. Everyone turned to look, and the old Colonel ushered me into the
Dear Diary, the ball was so wonderful that I can hardly write of it. The whole
scene is running through my head: the gay, lilting music, the sliding glittering forms
of the dancers, the twinkling candles, and the sweet odor of magnolia mixed with
the perfume and powder of the dancers. All the ladies were lovely in satins and bro-
cades, while the gentlemen were arrayed in satin and lace and covered with ruliies.
My head was quite light with the music and gaiety. I was surrounded all evening
by a group of charming young men and was passed from one set of arms to another
and fair flew around the floor during waltzes, minuets, and reels, what is more, I
received repeated proposals from several very charming young men.
However, dear diary, I couldn't help searching for some one. I searched the
balcony where the children with fond mammies were watching with wide eyes,
I searched in the hall around the punch-bowls and finally found in a hidden corner
-yes, you're right, dear diary, I found Jack. I soon saw that he wouldn't come near
meg so, my dear, I did a very impudent thing. I picked one of his camellias from
my hair and sent it to him in the care of one of the little page-boys. Suddenly as I
sat laughing and flirting with Mr. Page, Dr. Almack, and Mr. Howsen, I looked up
to see Jack bowing over my hand. Oh diary! We danced a waltz together. It was
breath-taking, oh, so exciting. We whirled and dipped till Iwas Hoating in his arms
and then-the music stopped.
Oh diary! What is the matter with my tongue, I did so want to tell Jack how
beautifully he danced, how my evening would have been spoiled if I hadn't had
one dance with him, and how much I cared for himg but, dear diary, what do you
think I said! I Hung up my head, looked at him archly and said:
"Well, Mister Jack, 'tis come to a pretty pass when I have to beg you for a dance."
THE TRAGEDY OF A MOUNTAIN ROAD
I am Janet. The man beside me is John, he's my husband. We were just married-
a few hours ago. It was so lovely. It was an outdoor wedding, the trees had their
full green foliage on. They looked like green satin mantles, the way the sun shone
on them. And that little blue pool was as clear as a sapphire. The flowers around
the altar were all blue too, and the bridesmaids had blue dresses.
This is our honeymoon. We are going very deep into the mountains. John has a
small house there, and we are going to live there for three days.
It is night now. The stars are just beginning to twinkle, and the moon is starting
her journey across the sky. We have just a little way more to go. Only that one
treacherous climb over Mt. George, then we shall be there. I wish we didn't have
to go over the mountain. I'm always frightened when we do it. Just one slip, and
we might be dashed to pieces over that precipice.
I'm so sleepy. I guess if I just put my head on John's shoulder, he won't mind.
Besides that, I can sleep a little and I won't have to look at that terrible mountain.
Here we come to it. Oh! What a jolt! We must have hit a rock. My, but I feel queer,
just as if I wanted to Hoat. That pass is below us now, I think we are on the upper
"Oh, John, look down there. A car has had an accident. Look, John, there is
another car and an ambulancef' Itis good this moon is so bright, it's almost like day-
light. They can see what they are doing.
L'John, those two people in the other car look like-John! it is! it's Mom and Dad.
Look, Mom is crying. Thatas queer, she never cried before." You know itis so funny
how well I can see tonight. It must be the moon.
"What did you say, dear? Do you feel strange too? I think it's the altitude. We
usually don't come on the upper road. Look, darling, they have taken the people
out of the car. They're dead, poor things. John! John! Look at those people! Oh!
John! it's, it's you, John! You and melw
I climbed oaer the deep white blanket of snow,
Which robed every peak and pine,
The sun sparkled bright on the mountain,
And this glory of God was mine.
The air was as clear as the water which fell
Over moss in the brook by my way,
Then I gasped with delight as I suddenly saw
The thing that lid sought all the day,
I carefully picked that edelweiss,
With its leaves and petals so fine,
As I looked at its beaming face I thought,
"And this glory of God is minef'
VERSES TO "THE EARTH"
When winter comes, the wild birds go
Far from the land of ice and snow.
Their wings bear them hence
From the blizzards dense,
From the stinging winds that blow.
Watch! as into the air they soar,
Gone to gladden a distant shore.
When the springtime fair
Brings the warmer air,
They'll be coming back once more.
PRAYER IN SPRING-
To walk in the woods in the peace of spring,
To hear the birds, the songs they sing,
To watch the bees as their sweets they brin
This is a joy to me.
Let me spy the color of bluebirds' wings,
Let me know the ways of living things,
Let me walk in the woods for many springs,
For there is much to see.
A YEAR PASSES-
The melting snow in rivulets
Comes trickling down the hillg
The flowers of May awake and rise,
Of sunlight drink their fill.
A carpet green, where children play,
ls spread across the hill,
,Neath Augustls sun, the world below
Is calm and warm and still.
By whistling winds the leaves of brown
Are blown across the hillg
September harvest! farmers toil,
Their granaries to fill.
December, cold and bleak and dark,
Has come upon the hill,
The flakes of snow come floating down,
So soft, and white, and still.
-Claris Ann Ross
A NIGHT IN SPRING
At night in spring the darkness is like a shadow,
A shadow that slowly passes over all,
But out of that shadow come more beautiful sights,
The stars in spring-
The sky is clear and every star shines its
Separate rays upon some earthly object,
The radiant rays shine down upon us, but we cannot
Feel-we can just see the small, white, star-shaped
Things, that are so lovely on a night in spring.
The snow was falling all the night,
And waking in the morning light,
It seemed to cover all the town.
The world was dressed in naturels gown
Of fleecy white and soft as down.
The trees, whose lacy fingers wore
Some gloves like ermine, proudly bore
Their crystal crowns, a lovely jewel,
The symbol of their wintry rule.
The bushes held some cool white puffs,
For all the world like cotton tufts.
They gently nestled 'gainst the breast
Of Mother Nature as though to rest.
And calm and cool the snow still fell.
lt covered mount and vale and dell.
To us it brought such joy and peace,
It semed as though it brought release
From war and pain and grief and toil.
It made us glad to be alive
To see such beauty and to strive
That never more should blood and war
Despoil our land, and evermore
To keep the peace. Don't let it go!
And now l say, "Cod, bless the snowf'
Boreas was angered.
His frenzy was greatg
Huge fists were clenched,
His eyes blazed with hate.
"Foolish mortals are they
Who dare risk my wrath,
Enjoying the -breath
Of Persephone's last laugh."
"I shall punish you all
By sending a blast
So strong and mighty-
No one shall lastf,
This was my thought
As I dragged along,
Failing strength braving
The wind so strong.
At long last
My fingers grew numb,
Legs scarcely would walk
My breath became hurried
And curbed all talk.
Every inch I gained
Seemed like a mile,
And there was Boreas
With that smirking smile.
Wild winds lapped
The darkened sky,
And crashing winds
Swept on high.
Panic and fear whipped
Through my mind,
Made hope blind.
Refuge embraced me,
Barring the turmoil
Of land and sea.
WIND, SUN AND STARS
"That gay companion, the loudly laughing windv-Dunsany. The wind, mysterious
creature that none can see, that all can feel-where does it come from and whither
is it going? It has whistled and screamed, and howled and roared since the beginning
of time. It has always been the dancing playmate of the forest, the voice of the
muted trees. It mocks the attempts of man to master it. The wind knows no ruler
save the Lord who created it.
The sun, the day star in the blue serenity of the sky, has shone upon earth through
the ages. It was worshipped under the name of Shamash in Babylon and Assyria,
and Re in Egypt. That same sun still brightens the daylight world, sending down
its golden rays to gladden the hearts of humanity.
Stars! Mortals have never ceased to marvel at the glory of the stars. Every night
those candles of the heavens are lighted whence they twinkle like so many diamonds
on the velvet of the sky until the sun puts them all to sleep.
"Wind, Sun and Stars"-they are symbolic of the omnipotence of God, the link
between the past, the present, and the future, the brotherhood of men. They are
known to all races, all creeds, all people. They exemplify the supremacy of God
over man. The salvation of the earth lies in the recognition of Cod as the ruler
of the universe, and in turning to Him for guidance. For, in the words of Hageman,
"earth is but the frozen echo of the silent voice of God."
-Edith Rose Bannon
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All night the wind had been sweeping down upon the struggling land with all
the unleashed fury that Nature can let loose when she's angry. She had stored up
inside her breast all the little wounds and aggravations caused her by her unrnindful
and precocious son, Man, and finally dealt her revenge in one great burst of temper.
And I lay in an uneasy bed, listening to the wind howling, lashing, lashing,
beating against the quaking window panes. Nothing could resist it! The tiniest
blade of timid, peeping grass, the mighty, majestic oak, even some of the huge,
self-confident structures built by the hand of man-all were being twisted, mangled,
torn from their sockets. Death and Destruction rode in the screaming jowls of
Banker, broker, doctor, judge, millionaire and mayor huddled in their houses,
helpless and trembling. So did shop-girl, street-cleaner, convict and beggar. The
entire city was tugging fitfully at its foundations.
. . . The screaming of the wind faded into a forlorn howl, the howl faded into
a weird and beautiful song . . . l was asleep.
There are things most dear to me:
The sight of sunset on a sea,
The songs of birds at twilight's glow,
The sun shining on even snow,
The soft tones of music, for me to hear,
The face of someone I hold dear,
The birth of Spring in May,
The welcome sight of a new day,
The waves breaking on the shore,--
These memories I'l1 hold forever more.
The sound of a stray wind blowing,
The sight of a baby flower growing.
The sight of a baby flower growing.
All this beauty on Nature's face,
Time can never, never erase.
DAYDREAMING : A DEFENSE
The life of a daydreamer has its ups and downs, and, as it is a too well-known
fact that I myself am a chronic daydreamer, I shall endeavor to present to you
both the ups fmy own ideas on the subjectj and the downs, as told to me by
If, controlled, the ability to daydream is a truly wonderful thing, as I am about
to explain to you, but, if not carefully watched, a daydream or two is very liable
to creep upon you unawares in places where you should be concentrating on other
things, such as in classrooms, and at such times proceeds to bring on much woe.
However, unfortunately, there was probably never a daydreamer who could control
his dreams at will, and probably never will be. People are just born that way.
The mind of a dreamer is so overflowing with thoughts and ideas that he just
has to get off in his own little world to think about them. He is very fortunate,
for how many people have longed to shut out the noisy, bothersome world at any
time they might wish, and be entirely alone with their thoughts. This is the expressed
privilege of the dreamer. He can do' absolutely anything. He can fly to Marsg
he can sock Hitler in the nose and throw Stalin into the Volga, at the same
time single-handed defying their combined armies and solving the problems of
But this is only one type of daydreaming-the type commonly called wishing.
The other type of dreams are known as memories.
It has been said that daydreamers are people with untidy minds. This is absurd,
for think how many great men in history were also great daydreamers. It is rather
a sign of an efficient mind, very busy with its many thoughts and great ideas.
On the other hand, it is a dismally narrow-minded person, in my opinion, who
has never daydreamed-a person with no consequential ideas, no interesting thoughts,
void of all curiosity and imagination, and one with the personality of a temporary
Maybe I am prejudiced, but in my opinion there is hardly a person in this world,
great or humble, who has never daydreamed, and men like Lincoln and Edison
specialized in itg so I shall never consider the ability to daydream a fault, but
rather a God-given privilege, for which I, for one, am extremely grateful.
True beauty is not a fleeting thrall
But rather an unending power-
A power that runs thro, the soul of all
And in forgetfulness doth flower.
For deep in the heart of man there lies
An eternal strain,-pure love,
Love forgetful of all else
But the heavenly Father above.
iSuggested by an old minstrel songl
A sad young cavaliero
Had a spouse full fair of limb,
He told his wife
He,d tired of life-
She said she'd tired of him.
"We'll go down to the river,
Upon the rocks I'll leap,
Then push me, and
'Twill all be grand-
I'll fall into the deep.'7
He said, 'Tm rather sturdy
And hard to push will beg
So, you, sweetheart,
Get a running start."
"Indeed, I will," said she.
"The waters are a-swirling
The waves as high as can beg
I'll sink right down,
Be sure I'll drownf'
"Of course, my dear,,' said she.
"But to make sure I sink beneath,
And good and drowned shall be
Pray tie these bands
Around my hands.',
"I will, my love," said she.
She tied them well and tightly.
He climbed to the river's side,
His sadness grew
As he bade adieu
To his sweet and blushing bride
She backed way up the hillside
A running start to give her,
Down came the bride,
But he stepped aside
And she fell into the river,
"Save me, love, Oh save mell'
Cried the frantic bride.
"Alas, my dear,
I can't, I fear,
For you my hands have tied."
SUCH A LOVELY VVEDDING
The bride's aunt: "Such a lovely wedding! If only Ellen could have seen it! I've
done right by her child, If I say it myself. I took better care of her than her father
ever did, goodness knows, and didn't spoil her the way he used to. Of course, he
loved Ellen so much, and after she died the child was the only thing he cared about.
I suppose she was bound to be spoiled. My, the way he spent money on her. Of
course, no one knew then where he got it.
'fHow well I remember Ellen's wedding. She was such a lovely girl, even more
beautiful than her daughter, and there isn't a prettier girl in town than Jean, Ellen's
hair was so black and her skin paler than all the white iiowers-white carnations
they were, she always loved them, used to fill the house with them. Jean has loved
them too, ever since she was a tiny child. Such a sweet girl. I wonder where that
father of hers is now. I wonder-'i
The cop on the beat: "Sure, and it was a lovely weddin', that it was. Haven't
seen a prettier bride this many a year. Guess she don't know how lucky she was,
havin' a foine woman loike her aunt to take care of her after they put her old man
in jail, her mother bein' dead and all. Wonder what became of him. He was only
in for two years and no one's seen him since. Got no more than he deserved, he did,
takin' money from a firm that trusted him. They say he went kinda crazy when his
wife died, wantin' more money and more money to buy things for the little girl-
such odd things, flowers and stuff. All them white carnations he used to bring home.
Oh well, why should I worry meself? It was a foine weddin'. But I wonder-"
The passerby: "That must have been a lovely wedding, Such a handsome couple.
I must tell my wife to look for the picture in tonight's paper. I never saw a prettier
bride, and weren't those white flowers she carried beautiful! Flowers in her hair,
too. Just as she left the church, a white carnation fell from her hair. I thought they
were only for funerals. Oh well, it was a lovely wedding."
The little church emptied rapidly. It was early evening, and the street was quiet
and deserted. Everyone had gone home to talk about the lovely wedding. No one had
bothered to pick up the white carnation, it lay there, bruised by heedless feet,
glowing pale against the gray of the sidewalk. After a long time a figure moved from
the shadows, a tired old man with the roughened hands of a laborer, wfho had been
standing there unnoticed all afternoon. He picked up the fiower, dusted it carefully,
and cupping it in his hands went slowly on his way, often bending his head to
catch the faint soft fragrance. A tear gleamed among the white petals. "Jean," the
old man murmured and then, more softly, "Ellen"
-Claris Ann Ross
Romance is something indelinable:
It is dreams and memories and wishesg
It is silver moonlight and twinkling starsg
It is golden sunlight and Huify white clouds
Against a blue, blue sky.
Romance is spring and the song of birdsg
It is the awakening of everything living
And the scent of blooming fiowers.
It is apple blossoms in May and the warm rain
Of April-softly falling. i
Romance is sparkling water and a crimson sunset,
It is the blue smoke of bonfires in October
And the rustle of falling, painted leaves,
lt is the snow in winter-like a blanket,
White and peaceful over all the world.
Romance is a soft summer breeze
Blowing against your face, and the scent
Of clover in a field of hay,
It is purple hills and woods and pines
Swaying in the whispering wind.
Romance is the thrill of a beautiful song,
It is music and words and whispers
And the happiness of moments, hours, lifetimes.
It is everything beautiful and peaceful and wonderful
You ever have seen.
Have you ever sat on a hilltop
And watched the clouds float by,
In twos and threes or all alone,
Victorious through the sky?
Have you wondered what those clouds have seen
Of what the world has been,
The ancient battles and noble deeds
By armored knights on prancing steeds,
Of hates and fears so fierce and strong,
That they have lasted centuries long?
Will they ever see that perfect harmony,
For which men have given their lives
Who have fought for love of humanity:
That goal toward which man still strives?
A WINTER SCENE
"The snow had begun in the gloaming,
And busily all the night
Had been heaping field and highway
With a silence deep and white."
This bit of James Russell Lowell's famous poem, "The First Snowfall," was the
first thought that popped into my mind when I looked out the window and saw the
miracle that had occurred over night. The dull, drab world that had been put to
bed the night before was no longer. In its place was a glistening fairyland of ice
and snow. A profound silence seemed to have settled over everything and the only
movement to be seen was the graceful drifting of the falling snow.
On my walk to school I almost pinched myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming,-
for certainly this wasn't the same uninteresting walk I had taken for the last three
years! Every roof-top looked good enough to eat with its thick coating of vanilla
ice cream, and even the tree branches were a temptation with their white fluffy
I had never realized what a beautiful church St. Paul's is until I saw it that
morning-a tall stately figure in a mantle of white that seemed to have a faint design
in it, which proved to be the creeping vines peeping through, I turned to look at
the old field opposite the church and couldn't believe my eyes-why even it had
donned festive garb, the loveliest downy white blanket imaginable.
Have you ever seen living snowmen? Neither had I till then but I can truthfully
say I have now. The people walking towards me through the snow-filled air were
strange people, all in white and bundled up tightly with only an almost indistin-
guishable form to prove they were real.
However, I had now reached school and turned around to take one last look at
my lovely glimpse into fairyland, knowing that when I came out the city would
have taken on its everyday, dirty garb once more.
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