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

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NIGHT ThB room THROBBIJ) with the distant pnting of a train as it paused for breath at the station. Two o’clock and still not asleep. He turned over to listen to the escaping steam that seemed so near and drowsily wondered why sounds seem louder at night. Over the incessant murmur of the crickets mounted die wailing obbligato of a hound, a death chant for summer. The moon filtering through the veil of curtain made livid squares on the floor. For hours he had watched them widen and lengthen until they covered the bookshelf in the comer bluing the volumes. The pallid squares were broken only by the swaying branches of an elm by his window. Crack! He sat upright. His drowsiness had disappeared and his heart pounded like the train that had just continued on its journey. The dog and the crickets canted their threnody. That was all. With a muffled curse he threw himself back, burying his face in the pillow, the creaking a sharp protest. Only die house; all old houses groan and crack at night; he derided his fear. But his sudden start had prohibited sleep. He got up and went to the window. A few stars strove to outshine the moon, and failing in that, exasperated him by disappearing when he looked at them, only to twinkle mockingly when he searched for another. The cold moon stared blankly down at him; its pitiless aspect cooling his irritation at the malevolent stars. His lips moved in the words of a poem, forgotten since his youth: “The baleful moon glares down without pity And haughtily, idly stares at die city.” An officious wind brushed a crisp leaf from the elm. It glided down lazily, silvered by the moon until it was lost in the shadowy velvet grass. The rumble of die train would suddenly crescendo, then it gradually diminished, until it settled down to a contented murmur which blended with the dirge of the crickets. Jean Alice Poller ON A CITY BUS My first IMPRF.SSION was of a middle-aged woman of a hardy build making her way down the aisle of a New York bus with a small boy. Her face was red and pock-marked, with prom- inent cheek-bones and a firm mouth. They were scarcely sealed beside me when the boy, of about diree years, began a stream of questions in a high-pitched voice aided by much pointing. “Just another tired mother giving her child a little air this sultry night, thought I, little inclined to be tolerant. Still I was moved to pity when I saw how lovingly her work-worn hands caressed him as he sat on her lap. Pity quickly gave way to admiration when I heard a quiet voice attempt to satisfy his curiosity with amazing success. I looked at her again, but this time her eyes met mine. They shone kindly in a fearless glance which enlivened her face widi strength and understanding. After that we talked a bit, and I learned something about her before I left. She had always lived in New York and knew every section of it and loved them all. She told me about all die beautiful mansions we passed as well as the over-populated section where she lived. Her little son, she said proudly, was the fifth generation to live in their family home. She talked long of him, for he was her only child—indeed almost all she had in the world. She regretted that she could not give him many opportunities, but was trying to make it up by devoting much time and love to him. She had chosen this moonlit night to show him New York by night, and she, sitting in the open top of a bus, was enraptured by one of her best beloved sights. Maxine Appel [63]

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THE PERFECT SENIOR Hair—Beatrice Paul Eyebrows- Harriet Corbus Eyes—Catherine Evans Eyelashes—Nancy Works Nose—Janet McGregor Lips—Barbara Pfohl Teeth—Lois Jean Young Complexion—Sallie Holden Hands Honey Doan Legs—Barbara Booth Petit feet—Rosalie Frank Figure—Pat Lewis Speaking voice- Harriet Cooper Smile—Glad Campbell Poise—Lyla Landis Pep—Ann Parker Disposition—Kathryn Heilman Scholastic ability—Diana Beebe Thoughtfulness—Harriet Walmsley Clothes—Helen Tippett Athletic skill—Trientje Hood Gaiety—Harriett Cress Generosity -Dorothy Lceder Enthusiasm—Janet Csborn Wit—Betty Brown Artistic ability—Mary Jane Cloorun Dimples- Jeanne Shucll JUNIOR ROLL Name Known for Maxine Appel................Florida tan . . . Marilyn Bard................Getting to school . Joy Brooker.................Teaching knitting Roberta Cole................Popularity . . . Pel peeve . Controlling her temper . Physics assignments . Being bored at Cranbrook . Texas Dorothy Duffield . . . .“Scatterbrain .....................Dramatics Janet Ecker.................Dancing......................No« seeing G. W. T. W.” Janet Farrell...............Speaking too fast .... Reading Martha Fell.................Ambition.....................Rushing to classes Barbara Finsterwald .... Charm...........................Ann Arbor Current Events President Roosevelt ‘It’s a long way to California” Correspondence Meeting the Greyhound on time Ccnco John..................Fingernails............ Pat Johnson.................Being a Republican . . Marieta Krejci..............Good Taste .... Mary Maynard................Tiny feet.............. Jean McCombs................Ann Arbor .... Madeline McMath .... Arguing...................Potter’s philosophy Peggy McMath................Enthusiasm...................Waiting for “Mad Madeleine Pease.............Personality..................Not enough sleep Jean Alice Porter .... Disagreeing with “Mad.” . . Buying good records Jean Raseman................Artistic interests...........Horses that say “moo’ Gloria Raquet...............Rings, et cetera.............Studying Ruth Royal..................Coiffures....................Modem History Ada Ward....................School spirit................Washing her hair Marjorie Weed...............Artistic ability.............Cranbrook Muriel Wilson...............Humming......................Getting a ride home Marilyn Hard