Girls Preparatory School - Kaleidoscope Yearbook (Chattanooga, TN)

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021416 . . . WINTER There was a time when the forest was green: Her leaves and her boughs formed a canopied roof over the verdant moss But it is not so now. The garrulous brook has toned down to a murmur, The fern is all folded and dead, The trees yield their leaves to the wielding earth And the oaks shake their barren heads. The playful wind is now angry and cross, It stalks where it once carressed. The crickets once chirped and the sparrows sang But now where happiness always rang- Only silence ticks. What time is this? Whence comes the gloom? Where is the forest of old? What wanton creature has ravished the woods . . . and left them all silent and cold? -DeeDee Drosten. It is the blue gray time of quiet, mottled skies of pearl. Far off a sound is heard which splinters the stillness- A child called in from play- The chortle of a lone bird across on another hill. And the stark trees thrust their naked arms skyward. In the deepening haze their branches melt into filmy laces. A grove of perennial pines are martial silhouettes Guarding their hill against the stealthy, syrupy shadows That flow down the valleys and melt into the crevices of the world. How still is this mood between sunlight and lamp-burning time. One moment more and a light will flash on in a window across the way. Streetlamps will form a diamond-bright necklace down the avenue. But now I wish to stand, alone in the deepening blue-gray dusk- In this time of quiet reverie- And think. -Corbitt. Molten silver on a shadowed Wall Lights recollections in my soul. Shreds of a song- Or was it an experience? I forget. It must have been the day before rememberance. But 'tis recalled in a swift pain of rapture and content When a beam of silver Hows liquid across my shadowed wall. -Corbitt. CELESTIAI. PROOF Gail Bryan Dark Night enfolds us in serenity. She spreads her sable wings to shroud the light, Yet only half succeeds, for, in the heights Of unknown realms, there hangs a brilliancy, Celestial beacons of eternity, A radiance across the drapes of Night, With spectral lustre Haunting lesser light, And giving Night an air of mystery. I do not marvel at the men of old Who worshipped Night's concave of heavenly hosts, At ancients idolizing Hecks of gold, And yet, I miss validity in boasts Of men who witness miracles untold And still expound: "There is no Lord of Hostsf'

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CAM l'0l0 QC? Who can learn the whims of Fortune? Who can know what will befall? Why, that's me, Madame Swami, Gaze into my crystal ball! As I gaze into the crystal, I behold a lady fair, It must be Betsy, brewing liquid HQOg for her hair. Martha's name is known by thousands Who are plagued with various illsg She's discovered a new method For making effervescent pills. Owner of a sleek white Jaguar, Swimming pools, and other toysg Sarah has a new best seller Entitled merely, "Boys, Boys, Boys!' In the depths of the gymnasium I now spy a charming lass- Why, it's powerful Ann Corbitt, Leader of the Phys. Ed. class. From the good old penitentiary I can hear a sorrowful wailg Patty shold have known her smitties Could but lead to one place-jail! In the highest realm of women, Michele really is a star. She was just elected president Of U.D.C. and D.A.R. After years of grueling study, Lynn's acquired a new degree, Using Butch as an example, She practices psychiatry. Since she's learned to speak the German, Carol's ridden for a fallg It broke her heart when she discovered They didn't love her after all. Kay's another famous author Whose reputation is not so dim. Her latest one is now entitled, "How To Stay Slim By Using Kay's Gym." N.A., whom we all remember, Had chronic laryngitis, I've heard, Itls such a change for one to see her Sitting there, without a word. And now I see our Songbird, Barney, Giving the Grand Old Op'ry a Whirlg She sings a song in accents odd Sitting in for Minnie Pearl. A big occasion at G.P.S.- Miss Moyer's so happy that she could dieg She got a letter from Cynthia, saying, "I've found the recipe for Pi!" O O O Dot and Dodo, our cheerleaders Graham, the notorious outdoor supreme, fiend, Are getting quite risque, I fearg Their next important project is Leading the "dirty boogie" cheer. An important figure is our Katie With white starched cap around her head, Poor Larry went to school so long, Katie is the M.D. instead. Overmyer and Fowler now are Teaching basketball in the Big Ten, They don't know much about the game, But . . . what they know about the men! Poor Joyce could never break the habit Of loyalty to Red and Grayg Her taxi service streaks from Red Bank to Baylor twice a day. Sally has found a tough adversary In ferocious Nancy Browng While she rescues drowning swimmers, Nancy tries to push them down. Jean is now a top-grade singer, She rakes in quite a yearly fee, While on the sidelines wait her steadies, She calmly sings, "Which one shall it be?" Our Julia is doing everything To make G.P.S. a happy landg Outside Mrs. Lackey's class is found "Corley's Quick Concession Stand." Of all the many vocations, Only Judy's is not quite normalg She goes from door to door, selling Evans' used diamonds and beat-up formals. Ansley and Perky, bright new stars, Find many an enemy can be hadg Their picture, "Gentlemen Prefer Blondes," Is making all the brunettes mad. From the halls of Duke University I heard astounding news of late- Dumbest girl to go to college, Gail will never graduate! Bettie B.'s a T. V. herog Tune in at seven every dayg She puts to expert use her slogan, "Keep your conversant at bay." P.O.C. and Pollard are in businessg The fun they're having is really a sing They run a special school of dancing Admitting only college men. fYou all remember her chilly pastb Is planning a venture to the Artic- Cooler, fresher air at last! Mary Walker's a big name model, And we finally found out how. She works for Borden's making poses As Elsie, the contented cow. The way that Jonette and Marsha are Raising children is the newsg They are happy and contented, But do they get those washday blues! In the Blue Grass of Kentucky Kayo now is satisfiedg She raises horses for the purpose Of keeping bookies well supplied. Also in the hills of Kentucky Are Carolyn and Linda, so I hearg They are really keeping busy A-teachin' every mountaineer. B.C. and Mary Ann are in Paris- Noted for their striking forms, They have outclassed Worth and Lanvin Modelling G.P.S. uniforms. Susie's finally hit the jackpot. Her name goes from mouth to mouthg She built a new Empire State Building In the sunny, Solid South. Only gangsters of our gathering, Making many illegal salesg Warner and Currin are the culprits, Selling those false pony tails. Lance has many naughty pupils Who keep getting in her hairg Worst of all the G.P.S.'ers Is Judy Young . . . 'cause she's still there! Deep in the heart of her laboratory Janice is mixing up a blast, She's discovered 2,000 elements Of which Franklinium is the last. Dee Dee, our colossal actress, Known for landing parts with luck, Goes to work for Disneyland, In the role of Daisy Duck. With this last good stroke of fortune, Now our crystal ball grows dimg But we hope that this foretelling Helps you to remember them! -Carol Dielzen

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riridgri . . . DEMOCRACY A City and Regional Prize Winning Essay by Martha Thomas I met a man once. His name . . . Democracy. He was as old and as grey as time. In his eyes lay the past of many nations and in his heart, the future. His body was built from the molded steel of guns, his hair was matted with the blood of dead men. I was still. I heard him speak. He told me of a nation conceived in liberty and born that men might live and die equal and free. He said that nation was America. He told me of the men who led that nation: of Washington, its father, as honest as the day was long and of Lincoln, torn between his hate of war and his love of freedom, not just for white men but for all men. He spoke of Jefferson and Grant and Lee. His tone was reverent, his hands were clasped. I saw his eyes move. He looked upon the graves of those who died that he might live. He said, 'lThere lie the bodies of men, young men, who once carried in their heart a sacred prayer for freedom. They fought in many battles in diverse lands and fell on foreign soil unafraid to die for freedom." His eyes reached further. He saw the men, the women engaged in the building of a free nation, by the sickbeds in the hospitals, be- hind the school desks, in the church sanctuaries, in the newspaper offices, in the government build- ings, in the giant production factories, I watched him there, tall against the sky and free. I saw his feet implanted in the rich farmland, and looked upon the harvest corn and wheat which sprouted from the marrow of his bones and was watered by his sweat. I saw that from his sinews sprang the giant sky scrapers, and from his hair was woven the network of factories. His bones were the framework of the commercial harbors, and the light of his eyes burned in a million warehouses. It was his strength in the huge crane that lifted the weight. It was his muscle that built the dam and harnessed the power. The wounds of his body were the destruction of men and the breaking of homes was the bursting of his blood vessels. The steam of his breath was the smoke of the engines, and the skin of his hands was the steel of the jet. His great metallic heart beat with the pulse of the people, beat in the slow rhythm of drums chanting the desire of human beings to live, unbound by the strings of fear. I turned, the man was gone, and his footprints went in all directions as if he were not one but a million men who strove under this name, Democracy. MAY DAY There are some events and activities about which it is possible to remain neutral. The first day of May is definitely not included in this category. Everyone seems to have an opinion-of some variety-about May Day. Communists celebrate it as a day of revolution, English country- folk as a day of dancing around the maypole on the village green, and aviators use "May Day" as a distress signal. This last view is shared by the faculties of girls, schools. In a girls' school the entire month of April is spent in hectic preparation for a pageant cele- brating the opening day of May. Among the students the opinions about May Day are apt to vary. To the seventh grader May Day and its festivities are an adventure, new, thrilling, and amazing. To the eighth grader May Day is rather "old hat". fEighth graders are inclined to have this blase opinion about almost everything-after all, they have done it all once before? The freshmen are concerned with learning their dances correctly and about how attractive and well-fitting their cos- tumes are. CSpectators from certain nearby military schools frequent the campus on May Day, you know.D The sophomore's main concern in May Day is the correct execution K and I use the word intentionallyl of the winding of the maypole. Somehow, despite the greatest concentration, some-