Girls Preparatory School - Kaleidoscope Yearbook (Chattanooga, TN)
- Class of 1957
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Page 112 text:
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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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Page 111 text:
“
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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Page 113 text:
“
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-
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