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

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J. Waldron. W. White, Judy Sappington, G. Ithey, Joan Sappington, J. Macaulay. M. L. Stiffler, M. Ward, A. David ton EIGHTH GRADE Davidson, Ashley . 1710 Center Ave., Bay Gty, Midi. Isbey, Gail . . 19475 Argyle Crescent, Detroit, Midi. Macaulay, Jane . . 550 Suffield, Birmingham, Mich. Sappington. Joan 487 Arlington Rd., Birmingham, Mich. Sappington, Judy 487 Arlington Rd., Birmingham, Mich. StifHer, Mary Lou . 871 Poppleton, Birmingham, Mich. Waldron, Jessica College Hill, Schenectady, N. Y. White, Winifred . 455 Linden Rd.. Birmingham, Mich. Ward, Mary . . 295 W. Huron St., Pontiac, Midi. [45]

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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}

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THE GRAND RUSH It’s FOUR o’clock on Wednesday. The seventh grade is excused for their first dancing class. There’s a grand rush for the locker room. One girl cries out, “I can’t remember my lock combination,” but it is finally figured out. Much sputtering! Much yelling! You hear, Does my slip show?” or Does my hair look O. K.?” “Yes, you look swell. Does anybody have a finger nail file?” This goes on for a long time, but at last everything is ready. We walk down the hall arm in arm, chattering excitedly, until we come to the door of the auditorium. Who shall go in first? Finally it is decided that if one of the girls goes first the rest will follow right behind. So in we go. Then the teacher, Mrs. Brown, says, Boys, choose your partners. There is another mad rush. After the boys and girls have the right idea of dancing, it is tried. Around the room taking quaint steps we go. as though we are racing to see who can go the fastest. Then a crash, boom! Two couples hit, but that doesn't stop us. On we go as fast as ever. After this has been kept up for quite a while and it is time to go home, there is just one more thing, and that is the grand march. Up we come in couples. It is our turn to separate. “Oh, dear, which way should we go? We tug and pull at each other’s arms, and finally we decide to go right. Then it’s time to say good-bye to Mrs. Brown. We go up and shake hands and leave our partners by saying Good-night.” Boy! What a day! Mary Welch A QUIET EVENING AT HOME, STUDYING Some people can’t study with the radio going, some can’t study without it. others just can’t study. You just get down to business after a half an hour of trying when you decide that you can’t study unless you’re in bed. So piling your books aside, you get into your pajamas. On crawling into bed your mother’s sweet voice rings in your ears, Don’t forget to take your bath. Of course, you have forgotten. Well, this will be a quick hath,” you will say, so you run your water. After you get into the nice water you remember that the Green Hornet” is on, so you get out and trot dripping over to turn on the radio. You go back and as you stick your big toe into the water you are terrified by shrieking voices. Oh, oh, the radio's too loud. Going back, a bit drier, you turn the radio down. Then back into the tub. A quick bath of half an hour. Soon you arc forced to remove your carcass from the tub because you wish to change the station. As you scamper back to the bathroom, it dawns on you that you are practically frozen, for someone has opened your window. Picking up your towel, hit and miss, you drape it around you and just stand shivering and squealing for someone to close the window. Finding that this doesn’t work, you give yourself a Dutch rub and jump into your pajamas. You climb into bed and just as you get your books spread over your bed your mother comes running up the stairs saying. Turn out your lights, darling. Whatever studying you haven't finished you can do in the morning if you get up early. [46} Nancy Sanders