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

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 ■ Craig, M. ]. BauMor, H. Stickney. N. Jacobs, P. Knowles, S. Tucker, B. L. Hamilton, M. A die, V. Wilson, M. Hubbelt, E. Brown, M. St eke tee, J. Lane B. Allan, R. Haynes, C. White, H. Dow, E. Appel, S. Davidson, H. Lems. E. Macaulay, M. King, P. Otter, C. Nicol, ]. Straith B. Welch, J. Erb, S. Wallace, C. Babcock, N. Hart, R. Strong, E. Paton, M. R. Sanger, D. Wenger, H. Baker TENTH GRADE Adie, Mary Wyhagyl Gardens Apts.,North Ave., New Rochelle, N. Y. Allan, Beverly . 19597 R »lyn Road, Detroit, Mich. Appel, Elinore..............Route 5, Pontiac. Mich. Austin, Marilyn . 18490 Wildemerc Ave., Detroit, Mich. Babcock, Clover Lone Pine Rd., Bloomfield Hills, Mich. Batchelor, Mary Jane . 19500 Lowell Dr., Detroit, Mich. Baker, Hannah ... 205 Rodd St., Midland, Mich. Brown, Evalina . 3228 Highland Dr., Birmingham, Ala. Craig, Jean . . . 121 Berkshire Rd., Pontiac, Mich. Davidson, Shirley . 1710 Center Ave., Bay Gty, Mich. Dow, Helen . . 923 West Park Dr., Midland, Mich. Erb, Jane 19445 Shrewsbury Dr., Sherwood Forest, Detroit, Mich. Hart, Nancy . 312 Lake Park Dr., Birmingham, Mich. Hamilton, Betty Lee 616 Puritan Rd..Birmingham, Mich. Haynes, Roxana . . . Hayes Hotel, Jackson, Mich. HubbeJI, Mary . 1401 Casady Rd., Des Moines, Iowa Jacobs, Nancy . 18950 Muirland Ave., Detroit, Mich. King, Mcrrie . 1023 W. Main St., Kalamazoo, Mich. Knowles, Patty 1985 W. Lincoln Blvd., Birmingham, Mich. Knox, Rosemary 4000 Quarton Rd.. Box 387, Birmingham, Mich. Lane, Joan . . 18694 Muirland Ave., Detroit, Midi. Lewis, Helen 26379 York Rd., Huntington Woods, Royal Oak, Mich. Nicol, Qara . . “Stillwater” Route 3. Pontiac, Mich. Macaulay, Estelle 550 Sufficld Rd., Birmingham, Mich. Otter, Phoebe.................Bloomfield Hills, Mich. Paton, Eleanor . . Drury Lane, Birmingham, Mich. Sanger, Mary Ruth 2624 Glenwood Ave., Toledo. Ohio Steketee, Marcia 2089 Robinson Road. S. E., Grand Rapids, Mich. Stickney, Honor.......................Garkston, Mich. Straith, Jean . . 19305 Berkeley Dr., Detroit. Mich. Strong. Rosamond........................Orchard Lake, Mich. Tucker, Susan . 505 Bryn Mawr, Birmingham, Mich. Wallace, Shirley Lone Pine Rd., Bloomfield Hills, Mich. Welch, Barbara . 287 Suffield Rd., Birmingham, Mich. Wenger, Diane 19355 Renfrew Rd., Detroit, Mich. White, Caroline . 455 Linden Rd., Birmingham, Mich. Wilson, Virginia . 18261 Fairfield Ave., Detroit, Mich.

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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]

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UNREQUITED LOVE This ballad tells of modern times, A starlit summer night; The scene is at a country club, A dance is at its height. The swish of brilliant formal gowns, The scent of rare perfume Were everywhere in evidence Throughout the dancing room. And then our hero tall and blond, A handsome six feet two. Did look around this lovely hall To see just whom he knew. He looked at all the pretty girls. And they all looked the same. Till one small profile caught his glance. He had to know her name! He moved about among the stags And asked diem all in vain; He could not take his eyes away; On her they would remain. Her small pert nose was upward turned. Her hair was burnished gold. Her eyes were large deep pools of brown, Her glance at him was cold. His eyes excited followed her Around the room and back; Then suddenly he felt a slap Upon his shoulder, whack! He turned around to look and see, And he became confused. For 'twas his college roommate, Frank, Looking quite amused. ”Oh! how good to see you. Pal, It gives me quite a thrill To see you look approvingly At married cousin Jill.” It dealt him quite a cruel blow To hear the bitter truth; He turned around and went away, A disillusioned youth. Jean Grindley CONFESSIONS OF A SILVER DOLLAR I REMEMBER distinctly the day I was made. I came out of my mold perfectly. That was long ago though, in 1850 to be exart, and I have gone far since then. Let me relate a few of my most interesting experiences. After being put in a pile with my brothers and sisters, I was shipped to a bank in Las Angeles, California. When our hag was opened, the cashier’s eyes grew bright, for he loved shiny, new coins. The next day a newly rich gold-miner came into the bank and asked to have his gold changed into money. I was one of the coins given him. That night he went to the High-Lite Saloon and spent quite a few of us in gambling. We were kept in the saloon owner’s cash register for a few weeks until he ran out of cigars. Then he gave us to a warehouse owner who sent us to Buenos Aires in South America, where the cigars had been made. The South American cigar manufacturer had been saving up his money foe a long time to buy a buggy with a green leather top, and when we arrived he decided that he had enough money. So ne sent us back to the United States in his letter ordering a buggy from the Detroit Buggy and Cart Manufacturers. After a long trip we were packed safely in the factory manager s cash register. Then one night he took me out, put me in a little box, and wrapped up the box. The next morning I was opened by his little daughter. She was very pleased, but she put me back in the box. For the next two years I stayed in that box in a drawer that was full of ribbons and smelled of perfume. One day she took me out, and took me to school in her handkerchief. But on the way I dropped out and fell in the mud. There I stayed while the mud hardened. Some time later a well dressed man saw me, picked me up and pocketed me. Then as I felt him turn a comer, he stopped, and a surly voice said, Stick ’em up. Buddy, This is a robbery.” I was taken from the wealthy man's clean pocket to the dirty pocket of the robber. A few months later the robber was caught and taken to the police station. I have had many adventures, nave been lost four times, robbed three, and have spent many years idle. But on the whole I have had quite an interesting life. Mary Leu Chapman