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

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J. Brooker, R. Royal. P. McMath. M. Pease. J. McCombs. M. Fell. D. Duffield. M. McMath. M. Appel, J. Farrell M. Bard, C. John, A. Ward, M. Krejci, P. Johnson, J. A. Poller, M. Wilson J. Raseman, M. Weed, B. Finsterwald, R. Cole, M. Maynard, J. Eeker, G. Raquet ELEVENTH GRADE Appel, Maxine.................Route 5, Pontiac, Mich. Bard, Marilyn . 18974 Fairfield Ave., Detroit, Mich. Brooker, Joy . 420 Waddington Rd., Birmingham, Mich. Cole, Roberta ... 37 Ottawa Dr., Pontiac, Mich. Duffield, Dorothy Lone Pine Rd., Bloomfield Hills, Mich. Ecker, Janet . . 1302 S. Genesee Dr., Lansing, Mich. Farrell, Janet . 325 Wellesley Dr., Birmingham, Mich. Fell, Martha .... Route 2, Battle Geek, Mich. Finsterwald, Barbara 1147 Chicago Blvd., Detroit, Mich. John, Conco . 556 Tooting Lane, Birmingham, Mich. Johnson, Pat . . 29 Superior Blvd., Wyandotte, Mich. Krejci, Mari eta . . Beverly Hills, Birmingham, Mich. McCombs, Jean . 19401 Canterbury Rd., Detroit, Midi. McMath, Madeline . Lake Angelus R. 4, Pontiac, Mich. McMath, Peggy . Lone Pine Rd., Bloomfield Hills, Mich. Maynard, Mary . . 15967 Avon Rd., Detroit, Mich. Mendelson, Doris . 1941 Balmoral Dr., Detroit, Mich. Pease, Madeleine 1251 Buckingham Rd., Birmingham, Mich. Potter, Jean Alice . 860 Rivenoak, Birmingham, Mich. Raquet, Gloria Pon Valley Rd., Box 263, Birmingham, Mich. Raseman, Jean 3 Academy Rd., Bloomfield Hills, Mich. Royal, Ruth Sylvan Shores-Route 5, Pontiac, Mich. Ward, Ada . . . 295 W. Huron St., Pontiac, Mich. Weed, Marjorie.....................Orchard Lake, Mich. Wilson, Muriel . 18261 Fairfield Ave., Detroit, Mich. [»]

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GONE No ONE knew who had taken Miss Augur’s dessert. It had been a fleecy lemon pie, just lightly browned on top when it appeared from the kitchen and was placed in front of her. Then it disappeared. Of course it had no name tape, and thus was too difficult to find. Shortly after this a student's toy cat with electric eyes was among the missing. Once more there was no name tape, so what could be done about it? Then there was a sudden shortage of silver in the dining room, and every single thumb tack from the Bulletin Board disappeared, two or three of which were found in very odd places. That was the end, the “straw that broke the camel’s back.” Our despondent faculty congealed into one of diose mysterious faculty meetings. “Members of the faculty,” said the chairman, “you all know too well what we are here to discuss this evening.” They wisely nodded their heads and looked even more solemn. “Yes, indeed, we know.” I have asked Senator Bret Rutler, who is visiting us from Alabama, to say a few words. Senator?” “Deah members of the Faculty,” said he in a soft Southern voice. “A1» realize how this pre- sent catastrophe has affected you all, and ah do wish ah could do something to aid you and thank you all for the pleasure of visiting your beautiful school. Everybody has been so kind co me, and your girls do nave such takin’ ways. Ah do think ...” He was interrupted by a knock. Come in.” “Madam Chairman,” gasped a boarder, much overcome by the solemnity of the room, “some- thing awful has happened in the art room.” “Yes, what is it?” “The wall is gone!” “Wall gone? Such nonsense. Come, what do you mean? First diere were just a few bricks missing from the corner, and when I came back from dinner, the whole wall was gone!” The faculty solemnly marched over to verify the statement. Not only one wall, but all four were missing. “Yes, indeed,” said the faculty, “we knew it was serious. They filed back to their silent room to study the mystery. They were all ouiet and thoughtful except Senator Rutler who seemed to have misplaced his watch. A knock was heard at the door. “Come in.” Madam Chairman,” said the same over-awed-boarder, “something awful has happened in the dorm!” “Yes, what is it?” “The walls are gone! “The walls gone? Such nonsense. Come. We shall see.” “Yes, indeed, said the faculty wisely nodding their heads and looking even more solemn, “we knew it was serious.” They marched to the dormitory and found it was no more. Precisely at eight the next morning, Kingswood's first sleepy day student drove in the gate, and as she was indulging in a last sleepy yawn her half closed eyes flew open with surprise; she clutched the cold steering wheel and closed her mouth with a snap. There lay Kingswood’s beautiful grounds . . . but no school! Every single brick and stone was gone, with just one exception. The walls of the faculty room gleamed triumphantly through the dawn, and around the tables sat the faculty. Yes, indeed, said the faculty, wisely nodding their heads, and looking even more solemn, We knew it was serious.” Ada Ward

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ETTA KETT Dear Mrs. Post: My house is small in comparison to the others in this swanky neighborhood. My parents arc in Siam, so I intend to have the run of the house. (I am sixteen.) The dining room is 12' by 12'. Due to the lack of space I thought of having a buffet supper. The number of guests would not exceed seventy-six. We have only seven card tables, and need eleven more. Since this is to be a surprise party, I don’t want to borrow anyone else’s. We couldn’t possibly get along with- out using card tables as there will be a conglomeration of silver, plates and glasses. I have hired an extra couple to help clear and serve. After dinner we will retire for dancing to the basement. I am in a quandary as to what to have for dessert. It should be new, exciting, different and dclecublc- “Extremely Worried’’ P. S. The dining room has a blue ceiling, green walls and an oriental yellow carpet with purple flowers worked onto it. I want the dessert to match this color scheme. N. B. My parents may be back before it is over. Dear “Extremely Worried:” The card table problem is easily solved. If you explain your problem to “The Card Tables 6C Covers, Cocktail Tables, End Tables, Breakfast Table, and Any Other Table Loan Com- pany, I am sure they can help you. The dessert took some thought, but I advise having a Fruit Plop. Use any varied colored fruits you want. Plop them on top of the sticky mass composed of dough, flavoring, water, sugar, corn starch and egg. I’m sure it will be different if not tasty. Sincerely, Mrs. Post P. S. I hope your parents don’t come home too soon and have an enjoyable trip. (Marilyn Austin) Dear Mrs. Post: I am most upset about the whole affair. Just recently I was invited to a formal dinner party of the Vanderlux. One of the guests, who was a singer, was asked to entertain us with some of her enchanting songs. We, as the audience, turned our chairs toward the pianist and her, thus seating ourselves as in a theater. I happened to be in front. In the middle of La Boheme, unconsciously fussing with my hair, I came upon a curler in the back of my head which was in such a position that it was apparent to all who were seated in back of me. Now Mrs. Post, should I have removed the curler or left it as it was and excused myself after the performance to take it out then? Sincerely Mrs. S. My dear Mrs. S.: I’m sure your situation caused great embarrassment within you. If you had fumbled around, unfastening the curler, the people in back of you, who had not seen it as yet, would be called to the attention of it. And then again, the ones who had already seen it, would have giggled at the fact of your finding a curler in your hair in view of everyone at an elaborate dinner party. But on the other hand, if you had left it in your locks, I’m sure you would have heard a great deal of whispering behind you as everyone was pointing out the shining silver object in your hair. As you did not mention in your letter what you did in this predicament, all I can say is: when you step out of your house, be sure you have on a high collar to hide your implements of feminine beauty. Yours truly, Mrs. Post (Diane Wenger) [40]