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

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THE MODEL KINGSWOOD GIRL I had a dream the other night That seemed so real and true. That I was a model Kings wood girl. It thrilled me through and through. That I woke up at seven on the dot, With a happy morning smile, That my clothes lay ready on a chair In a very orderly pile. I combed my hair and powdered my nose. Even got my breakfast down In ample time to study my French And master every noun. I got to school at eight-fifteen, Feeling very studious, too; And returned a book to the library Before it was even due. In assembly I listened attentively, For my current events were read; And I sang with a gusto seldom heard From one who’d just tumbled from bed. My rendition of Virgil was really the tops; And though all the class was surprised In history I knew each explorer by name And where he had colonized. When I heard there were cookies and chocolate milk For recess, although I was glad, I walked like a lady and waited my turn, And only one helping I had. I had extra time during study hall, For I was two days ahead in my work; So I finished my outside reading for French. It would never do to shirk. I jumped right up and went to sports, When I heard the school bell ring. We were having modem dancing that day, And I wanted to be in the swing. But alas! and alack! another bell rang! I opened my eyes in the gloom, And saw I had just five minutes to dress In a cold and darkened room. Harriet Cooper MEMORIES What are the things our senior year will recall? Why—the ultra-exclusiveness of our own study hall, Myriad white moccasins and long pig tails, Having tea--a kick that never fails. Gone With the Wind” and “Hello, Joe, The rush to modern dancing was very slow. Attending the Cass and eating at Sanders, Towards Fox and Hounds” ye Senior wanders, High socks and lots of junk jewelry, The Senior play and rehearsal tom foolery, Picnics in the gym and the coined noun, guff,’’ Brooks, saddle shoes, and such perennial stuff, Cur extra week-end and six hours too, Dam That Dream” and “Do I Love You,” Glen Miller’s band and All the Things You Are,” The ring ceremony and the Senior tea, The June formal and class day prophecy. Then graduation, mingled tears and laughter - These things we’ll remember for ever arter! Lyla Landis Dorothy Doan

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DEATH She couldn’t BELIEVE it! In fact it was almost impossible that only this morning Ronnie had been here beside her, and now he was dead! At first she didn't believe that strange voice over the phone which told her they had him in the receiving hospital, but when Dad had rushed home from the office to console her she knew it was all the truth. Slowly Alice opened the door to the back porch and stepped out into the early spring dusk. The air was musty with the smell of fresh earth; a few birds were still humming. But Alice, unconscious of the surroundings, walked slowly along the path to the river, the path which so many times she and Ronnie had taka together. Spring evenings just like this. He always seemed to understand her moods, and together they would walk in silence along the shaded pathway, now and then stopping to examine some new flower or a fallen bird’s nest. She tried to imagine how it would be next winter without him to skirt the icy river with her, looking for rabbits’ tracks, or how, when summer came, she would miss him swimming beside her in the swirling waters. She remembered, also, the time he saved her from going over the rapids to the rocks below. “This must be what it’s like to die,” she thought. “Part of me is dead, I know—part of me went with Ronnie this morning, but I won’t cry. He never did like that. Even the day I cut my finger, I could tell by the way he looked at me that he didn't like any tears. Maybe he’s happier than he ever was with me. Oh, I hope not. No, I don’t mean that; I mean I hope he was happy with me. Lord knows I’ve always tried to please him; that’s what happens when you're good to someone. They die or leave you, or something! So why should I be good to anyone anymore? That scales it! I’ll be as mean as I can! Look what happened to Ronnie! Oh, dear, but I wish he were here now. He’d understand how I feel. He always did and never tried to argue. But I won’t cry. If I can just try to think of something else, some place where he’s never been. But I can’t. He’s always been with me. Even the time when mother sent me abroad without him, he sneaked in through the port hole. That was funny, but this isn’t funny—this isn’t funny at all. It’s sad. and now I suppose I’ll have to go to the funeral. That will kill me! I absolutely refuse to go. I won’t see any oP minister throw dirt on my Ronnie. I won’t . ■ •. ” “Why, Alice! What are you doing down here all alone? It’s getting dark and supper has been ready for two hours. “Oh, mother, what am I going to do about Ronnie? wailed Alice. “I miss him so.” Don’t worry, honey, consoled Mrs. Smith. “Daddy brought you a new dog home tonight. They say he’s some sort of a relation to Ronnie. Second cousin or something. Anyway, he’s just darling. I’m sure you’ll love him!” Pal Lewis