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

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D. Getsinger, J. Grindley, M. Booth, I. I autmann, C. Thom, E. Stephenson, ]. 1-aRocca, S. Ekclund. C. Wallace, P. Shuell, J. McKean. B. Mercer I. Wolf ner, P. Zeder, B. Carter, P. Keeney, N. Newcomb, B. Longway, A. Edmunds. M. Ginsburg, A. Giard J. Thompson, M. L. Chapman, M. A. Newhall, . Beresford, N. Loud, V. Bret hen. C. Franklin NINTH GRADE Beresford, Jean 885 Westwood Dr., Birmingham, Mich. Brethen, Vera 255 Biddle Ave., Wyandotte, Mich. Booth, Marjorie Tower Cottage-Cranbrook, Bloomfield Hills, Mich. Carter, Barbara 19385 Renfrew Rd., Detroit, Mich. Chapman, Mary Ixri..................Rochester, Mich. Edmunds, Anne . 2544 Densmorc Dr., Toledo, Ohio Ekclund, Sally . . 452 W. Iroquois, Pontiac. Mich. Franklin, Caroline . 938 Virginia Park, Detroit, Mich. Getsinger, Doris ..811 Edison Ave., Detroit, Mich. Giard, Andrea . . . Lloyd House, Ann Arbor, Mich. Ginsburg, Mignon . 664 Boston Blvd., Detroit, Mich. Grindley, Jean . 852 Puritan Rd., Birmingham, Mich. Keeney. Peggy 1222 Lake Dr., S. E., Grand Rapids. Mich. LaRocca, Joyce . . . 654 Duane St., Glen Ellyn, III. Lautmann. Idell 19231 Warrington Dr., Detroit, Mich. Longway, Barbara 1001 Woodlawn Park Dr., Flint, Mich. Loud, Nancy . Lone Pine Rd., Bloomfield Hills, Mich. [43] McKean, Judith . 2984 Iroquois Ave., Dejroit, Mich. Mercer, Barbara . . 87 Ottawa Dr., Pontiac, Mich. Newcomb, Nancy “Junipers” Bloomfield Hills, Pontiac, Mich. Newhall, Mary Alicia 444 Arlington, Birmingham, Mich. Shuell, Patsy “Brooknoll” Lone Pine Rd.. Bloomfield Hills, Mich. Stephenson, Elizabeth 131 Longfellow Ave., Detroit, Mich. Thom, Christine Long Like and Franklin Rds., Route 3, Pontiac, Mich. Thompson, Jean Cranbrook School, Bloomfield Hills, Mich. Wallace, Catherine Lone Pine Rd., Bloomfield Hills, Mich. Welch, Anne . Vaughan Rd., Bloomfield Hills, Mich. Wolfner, Isabel . 19240 Burlington Dr., Detroit, Mich. Zeder, Peggy 17500 E. Jefferson Ave., Grosse Pointe, Mich.

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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

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THE TRIALS OF GIVING A PARTY Grown-up PARTIES arc certainly miserable affairs. I spent the entire Sunday afternoon trying to study. I was right in die middle of math, when mother rushed upstairs to wrap prizes. Of course, she needed my help. Finally, packages wrapped, I went hack to my math. But alas! Within five minutes mother was Kick with a list a mile long of things to hunt up for her. They were going to play some crazy game, and such absurd things they needed for it. Grass shears! Where in die world would I find grass shears in the middle of winter? Fifteen pencils! Why, it was hard enough to find one pencil around this house, let alone fifteen. After dashing in and out and around the house, I finally found all the articles. Then I went up to my room and just sat. I suppose it was my fault that I had been between school work and errands all day because mother had told me to get all my work done so that I could help her today, and as always I had left it to the last moment, and now it wasn’t done. I sat down and made myself study until all but one subject were done. Then I wandered down to the kitchen where I was put to work buttering rolls. But I didn't mind, for the wonderful odors of creamed chicken and apple pie were filling the room. After dinner I said good-night to everyone and then walked upstairs. I slowly undressed and crawled into bed. Downstairs I could hear the talking and laughing of the guests, I lay there thinking about what I had done today, and I decided that it really had been fun. I dropped off to sleep with the thought of how strange it was that their fun was just beginning while mine had just ended. Judy Sappington THE MIDNIGHT DANCE The clock in a nearby town chimed twelve. Bong • Bone • Bong. Midnight! The full moon rose higher and higher. Its pale yellow beams played faintly on a small circle of green, in the middle of a dense, dark wood. Suddenly, from behind a tree came a fairy, so small that it was barely noticeable in the till grass. He wore a long coat of green with a small green hat perched on the top of his head. He pranced gaily to the center of the circle, and blew lightly on a fairy . trumpet. Then, from behind the trees, bushes, and flowers, came more of the tiny creatures. Taking partners, they danced faster and faster around the trumpeter. The crickets, who had come to watch, played merrily on their fiddles. All of a sudden, a whirring sound was heard in the air, and out of the night came a tinv chariot, drawn by four beautiful butterflies. Instantly the music stopped, and the fairies moved away from the center of the circle, bowing and curt- seying. As the chariot landed upon the grass, the fairies joined hands and skipped joyously around it. Then out of the chariot stepped the most beautiful fairy of Fairyland, the Queen. Gracefully, she took the hand of the trumpeter, and the dancing and music began once more. In and out the couples danced, barely touching the ground. TTic Queen’s dainty white dress was made from die petals of a water-lily. The other fairies wore dresses of pale pink, yellow and lavender. On they danced until the moon waned and the sun peeped over the edge of the earth and gave the world a rosy glow. Raising his trumpet to his lips, the trumpeter blew quickly upon it. In an instant, the dancing stopped. The crickets hopped hurriedly away. The Queen ran to her chariot. Turning, she waved to the fairies and then was gone. The fairies waved to their Queen and then vanished behind the trees and bushes and flowers that they had come from. The sun rose higher and higher, sending its warm rays down upon the empty patch of green in the middle of the dense, dark wood. Joan Sappington [44}