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

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1955 A. D. Scene—Fox Hounds Time—1955 Characters—Lewis and Cress Lewis: The place hasn’t changed a bit. It looks just the same as it did the last time we were here. By the way, what is Sallic doing now? Cress: She has a big job in Flint hanging balloons for all the Junior Proms. Lewis: Speaking of Flint, I read in the papers the other day that Lois Jean’s little son just had a birthday party, but L. J. wouldn't let the guests sing “Happy Birthday.” Remember how she used to hate it at Kingswood? Cress: Yes—oh, by the way, have you heard about Campbell? Lewis: No—last I heard she’d joined the Canadian Mounted Police, and you know their motto - • • • Cress: No! The latest is she’s taken a lovely home in Ann Arbor right next to your old one. Lewis: Really? I imagine she’ll be seeing auite a lot of Tippett then. They say she’s taken up permanent residence there, waiting for her husband to graduate. Cress: Ozzie and Bea are joint presidents of the Society for the Prevention of Peeping Toms in Marquette. Lewis: Ha, ha! Ozzie’s been that way ever since she saw the little man who wasn't there. Cress: Have you heard? Trientje’s singing over the air on the Wheaties Program now. Lewis: I always knew she should have been in the Glee Club. I wonder if she still has her Cranbrook ring? Cress: No, don’t you remember? She put that in the hat when we took up that collection to send Cooper to China to interview Confucius. Lewis: Poor Cooper! She never did come back. I wonder what happened. Cress: Last I heard was that Brownie was over there to look into the “picture-bride situation, and saw Cooper sitting on Confucius’ tomb. Lewis: Speaking of tombs, I hear Lyla finally got to the Military Ball. Have you seen her lately? Cress: Oh, yes! She’s the new star in White’s new Broadway hit “Arc You From Dixie? Lewis: Oh, I remember—Honey told me about that when I was up visiting her. She’s house- mother at Williams now. you know. Cress: And did you know about Works? She’s head of the Hinsdale Ladies' Temperance Union. Cress: Oh, no! I thought it was the Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Doggies. Cress: No, she gave that up long ago. Lewis: Have you tried the new Beebe Cosmetics yet? They say her brand of fire-engine lipstick is scientifically guaranteed not to show. Cress: That reminds me. Corbus is teaching History at Cranbrook now. She couldn't seem to leave the old place. Lewis: Speaking of History, did you hear about Booth?- She endowed a whole new History Reference Library to Kingswood. Remember how that used to be her favorite hangout? [30]

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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

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Cress: McGregor and Parker are running a grocery service for boarders next to Kingswood. Lewis: I hear that “Hedy” Heilman finally got her job with M. G. M. and is working quite hard on her new picture “Fargo Wells,” directed by Barbara Pfohl. Cress: Yes, Barbie always was a good little manager -and Rosalie’s out there too, collecting toll at the Golden Gate. Lewis: Guess she must be waiting for Cooper to come back. Cress: I hear Harriet Walmslcy hasn't been the same since she took over the government’s job of averaging tariff rates for the next fifty years. Lewis: That makes me think. Since Goonan’s the president’s wife, you know, they say the Senators are all wearing Brooks sweaters. Cress: No wonder the national debt has gone up so high lately. Lewis: Catherine Evans is riding in Rodeos now as champion bronco buster—Can’t you just see her? Cress: Well, I guess we’ve just about covered everyone now. Wish we could see the old class again. Lewis: Wait, how about Dorothy Leeder? I haven't heard a thing about her since she went to San Francisco to search for Cooper. Cress: No, neither have I. Poor Cooper—I hope they find her soon. Lewis: Well, Cress, I’m getting hungry. What say we order a steak dinner and stop all this reminiscing? Cress: Still the same, Lew, aren’t you? O. K. Let’s have French fries and brussel sprouts. Pat Isvit Harriett Cress [J«]