Kingswood School Cranbrook - Woodwinds Yearbook (Bloomfield Hills, MI)

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JANET OSBORN A newcomer this year, “Ozzie” has shown herself to be loads of fun and a lot of help on the “Clarion” staff. She is also one of our more enthusiastic weavers. Entered 'j9 Senior Play, “Comedy of Errors ’ Clarion Staff. 911 Prospect Street Sault Ste. Marie, Michigan NANCY WORKS Nance is one of our peppier girls whose “Oh, Fell” echoing down the hall will be missed next year. Shiny hair, “Doggie,” Hinsdale, and Nancy arc inseparable. Entered ’j9 Senior Play, “Comedy of Errors ’ Bridge Club; Blue Team. 130 East First Street Hinsdale, Illinois

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POST GRADUATES DIANA BEEBE Diana’s gift for music is something we all enjoy and envy. She plays the piano and the harp, and the orchestra couldn’t get along without her. Her grand friendliness and cheerful smile are something special. Entered 'j9 Orchestra; Senior Play House Committee; Gold Team. 1473 Oalcwood, Sylvan Lake Pontiac, Michigan GLAD CAMPBELL “Glad,’’ our own little furriner,” certainly lives up to her name. Skiing, kilts, long red stockings, and “Oh, Canada will always remind us of her, plus her weekly excursions to the Art Academy. Entered '59 Glee Club ’40; Library Staff '40; Christmas Play. “The Tree1” ’40; Senior Play. “Comedy of Errorsf’ “Clarion” Assistant Editor; “Woodwinds” Assistant Art Editor; Bridge Club; Blue Team. Edgewood, Richmond Street Windsor, Ontario C jJ

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SOLILOQUY OF A FAILURE Now from the far-off hills I hear the hark And frenzied yelp of hounds, hot on the trail Of some elusive prey; while close behind, Their masters, brave in red coats, gallop hard. I, too, might once have ridden quarry down. But in my youth, the school room seemed more safe. So I stayed home, never daring more To do than study Latin, play at work, And wave to braver ones off to the hunt, And nightly listen, breathless, to their tales. Long years have come and gone, long years too calm. Since, fearing life, I chose the sheltered way, I wait, with dread, for age's fading years. Now, suddenly, I hate my quiet past And wish that in the time when I had strength I’d ridden over damp green hills at dawn Instead of staying warm, out of the wind. Harriett Cress MY SELVES I looked INTO space thoughtfully, and then dangerously near my hair a left eyebrow slowly wended its way. It gave me, I thought, a rather pensive appearance. Then I spoke, in deep husky tones, and gazed sorrowfully about me. I was Marlene Dietrich to a T”. Or didn't you know? Yesterday I was gay, the typical personality girl. What will I be like tomorrow? What am I really like underneath all those exterior affectations? It would be very difficult to probe inside to explore; I would be too apt to find myself entangled in a net of conflicting personalities, none my own. Perhaps too, I am a little afraid of what lies so far underneath. I might find a self very little like any I have ever known. I wonder. Do other people absorb and affect thoughts and mannerisms not their own? As I sit thinking, my hand steals upward and runs carelessly through long, jet black hair. I rise gracefully and glide out of die room, an excellent imitation of Hedy Lamarr. Janet MeGregor