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

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TENTH BACK ROW: Barbara Morgan 13-13 Brookwood, Birmingham, Midi. Thayer Wilson 8555 Clement Hoad, Clarkston, Midi. Catherine- Smith 1685 Yorkshire. Birmingham, Midi. Nancy Hildebrand 351 Naymut Street. Menosha, Wise. Karen VanFleet 1019 Cratihronk Hoad, Birmingham, Midi, Sally Waddell .... 60 Cherokee Hoad, Pontiac, Mich. Jane Bugas .... Vaughan Hoad and Pembroke Drive, Bloomfield Hills, Midi. Peggy Mayne 232 Lone Pine Hoad, Bloomfield Hills, Mich. Judith Kauseh 504-1 Charing Cross Road, Bloomfield Hills, Midi. Deborah Hoey Cranbrook School, Bloomfield Hills, Mich. Starr Walker 1859 Yorkshire Hoad. Birmingham, Mich. Alice Wright 6100 Wing Lake Hoad. Birmingham, Mich. Pamela Molnar .... 25982 Rouge Ct.. Detroit, Mich. Christy Anthony 2 North Broadmoor Blvd., Springfield, Ohio THIRD ROW: Mary Mnkitt 18 Oxford Road. Crosse Pointe Shores. Mich. Sherry Catlcy In wood,” Lahser Hoad. Bloomfield Hills. Mich. MaryaniH- Mott .... 1400 E. Kearsley, Flint. Mich. Vickie VanCamp......................... 1922 Grand, Pueblo, Colo. Samira Bob 17340 Annchestcr Hoad, Detroit 19, Mich. Joyce Harlan 3535 X. Adams Hoad, Birmingham, Mich. Aimee Bindley 131 Miami Avenue, Franklin, Ohio Susan Sutherland 260 Cayuga Road, Box 65. Lake Orion, Mich. Sherry Marker 864 Waddington Hoad, Birmingham, Mich. Sandra Dusenlx-rrv .... Cranbrook Academy of Art, Bloomfield Hills, Mich. Elizal cth Gossett 420 Goodhue Hoad, Bloomfield Hills. Mich. Jill Doner 20250 Renfrew Avenue, Detroit 21. Mich. Linda llorac - 5811 S. Mozart Street, Chicago, Illinois Candace Davidson 19-150 Renfrew Road. Detroit. Mich. Denise Emerman 19380 Parkside Road. Detroit 21, Mich. SECOND ROW; Barbara Raveling 4110 Halifax Road. Toledo 6. Ohio Miles Cumings 3550 Hawthorne Drive. Flint. Mich. GRADE Susan Bird 33 Walker Avenue, Bradford, Pennsylvania Valoric Armstrong 225 E. -16th Street, e o Kenyon Eckhardt. Apt. 6C. New York, New York Mary Falvey .... 517 Kimberly, Birmingham, Midi. Jane McCluskey 2065 Capitol Avenue, Battle Creek, Midi. Valerie French 3755 Lahser Road, Bloomfield Mills, Mid». Kristine Cilmartin, 18187 Birwood, Birmingham. Mich. Sharon Foster 2371 Radnor Drive, Birmingham. Mich, lane Anderson 1411 Lenox Drive, Birmingham, Mich. Mary llcinrick 19143 Berkley Road, Detroit 21, Mich. Harriet Braff 19171 Warrington Drive, IX-truit 21. Mich. Perry Love.........................1677 Woodbume, Flint, Mich. Perry Harrison 262 North Broadmoor Blvd., Springfield. Ohio Sherry Paasch....................Ejercito Nacional 276-101 Col. Nueva Anzures, Mexico 5 DF Barbara I-enz 18123 llarwiMKl. Homewood, Illinois FRONT ROW: Linda Wcssels 356 Lake Park. Birmingham, Mich. Karen Gilray . 4730 Avondale Terrace, Birmingham, Mich. Carey Linn 1522 Kirkway, Rt. 3, Bloomfield Hills. Mich. Anne Leech . 19649 Canterbury Road, Detroit 21. Mich. Barbara Zuelzer 19 Oakdale Blvd., Pleasant Ridge, Mich. Limla Stevenson 841 Clengary Road, Birmingham, Mich. Gail Hummel 2435 Devon lame, Birmingham, Mich. Edith Cooper 914 Shirley Drive. Birmingham. Mich. Carol Wilson . 5380 Beach Road, Rt. 2. Birmingham. Mich. Jane Wilson W. Ia»ng Lake Road, Bloomfield Hills, Mich. Becky DeWitt Christ Church Rectory, Bloomfield Hills, Mich. Janette Vary .... 2472 Nolen Drive, Flint 4, Mich. Diana LeBosquet 121 North Crestwav, Wichita, Kansas ABSENT FROM PICTURE: Patricia Friedkin ... 40 Shady Hollow, Dcarlmrn. Mich. Jcannic Nickless 7440 Kalamazoo Ave., S.E., Caledonia, Mich. •President of Class.

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PAS DE BAS, JETE! GLISSADE! JETE! Miss Effie Wylie was doing a little bar work before her junior ballet and toe class started trooping into her “studio” next to Hoffmeyers Meat Market. She liked to keep limbered up and it was so important to set a good example for her pupils. Miss Effie's whole life was in her work. She smoothed her leotard and executed a low plic! Come, girls, let’s all l)e dainty!” Ten little girls in lxx ts and babushkas emerged from snowpants and stood in black leotards, round-tummied, sway-backed knock-kneed, and bespectacled. Today we're all going to think lovely, graceful thoughts,” Miss Effie chirped between pirouettes. Ten baggy-seated little girls limply aped the tireless Miss Effie. Hair straggling and faces grim, fists clenched in pain- ful effort, they tried the few steps they had learned the week before. Smiling her rehearsed, sugary smile. Miss Effie beamed on her charges encouragingly. “Smooth. Sa-mooth, dears!” Flop! Jo Wallingford fell, stoically picked herself up and ran to get back with the rest of the Smooth ripples.” Charg- ing like a fullback, she managed to end with the others. Oh, lovely, lovely, dears. Jo, we must be a little more careful, but it was very good. dear. I could tell you were a ripple at heart. Now, girls,” Miss Effie clapped her little hands. One. two, three, like fairies we must be.” She trilled charmingly and signalled her pianist. “Now, girls, 1 am going to do a little dance for you. You all know how much we learn from example. Fifteen minutes—and half her repertoire—later, she said. “Now we’ll all try. Remember: airy and light, like a sprite. First position, and—” Like the weary tail of a faltering kite, the class trailed after her. Crash, hop, hop! Ouch, hop, hop! “Oh. dears, it’s beautiful. And such improvement! It’s re- markable. I always know I can count on you to get feeling even if your technique is a little— But never mind. I’ll see you all next week.” In doleful unison, the class responded with the required farewell. “Sweet and bright. Like a sprite. Light and airy. Like a fairy. We’ll leani to be From Miss Effie.” “Ugh.” muttered Jo’s mother. “More like one, two, three, what idiots are we? Come on, Pavlova.” Crabbing her cowboy pistols. Jo trudged after her mother, having mentally cut down Miss Effie in a dangerous gun fight at the bar. The afternoon was repeated every week from winter into spring. Then it was time for the June recital. Miss Effie ap- proaches! the day with bubbling anticipation, in magnificent contrast to the nervous tension of mothers assigned to create impossible costumes. As for Miss Effie’s darlings, they were numb and lwred ami wanted to be outside on their bikes. Each lesson was clogged with compliments. Miss Effie went from one damp little Ixxly to another, straightening a knee, pointing a too, arching a mosquito-bitten elbow. “Oh, dears!” she cried ecstatically after poor Jo’s Dancing Doll number, which lx re striking resemblance to a per- forming bear. “Isn’t it lovely? True, it needs a bit of pulling into shape, but it’s so lovely. Jo! It has such great possibili- ties! Now, girls, our curtsies. Remember, like butterflies!” On recital day. harassed mothers I wire their charmingly tutu-ed offspring backstage in the auditorium. Then, settling themselves on the funeral chairs out front, they commented extravagantly on the sweetness of each other’s daughters, secretly praying the powers-that-be not to let Melinda l x k too much like a stuffed pincushion nor to let Mary Anne lose her balance in the finale. At last the curtain went up, and one by one the mothers suffered in silent agony as her own special ballerina crashed and leaped through her solo. When the delightful program was finally finished. Miss Effie mingled with the relieved audience, sipping watery punch. Jo was lovely, Mrs. Wallingford, Just lovely. You must be so proud of her. She has such talent.” Mrs. Wallingford smiled weakly. Fulling at her mother’s arm, Jo made a face at Miss Effie’s back curls. It stank.” Her mother nodded. Now she could even smile sweetly back at Miss Effie. This farce was over for the summer an) a). Kristine Gilmartin ALL OF LIFE I have a quiet disagreement with you, Philosophers, You wIk) see life crystallized ami holy in A symphony. One duel of honor, That perfect rose. One shining deed; You w!m« see in tlx- incident Life pure And can not, for your disgust at Its impurities, realities. Cope with your life—mv life— Any whole life. But, oh, how inexpressibly clear Appears your one facet. . . . Slu rry Marker

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WE CAME, WE SAW, BUT WE HAVE NOT CONQUERED. Until the ninth grade. I—like many misguided others— had always assumed that the climax of intellectual difficul- ties had been attained with those algebraic formulas under Miss Phillips and the mysteries of science under Miss Burkhouse. Such childish illusions were, however, rapidly dispelled upon attempting the intellectual adventure known as Latin I under Miss Loane. For the first time we then encountered those monsters known as genders, declensions, and conjugations. Genders are highly important and equally mysterious. If “civis” (citizen) can be either masculine or feminine—can— Don- najcan Haven asks— we ever again be sure of Elvis? One struggles desperately to memorize the first conjugation of “amo.” only to learn that there are three other conjugations even more difficult. A point is reached at which the memory of even a Charles Van Doren would falter and fail. All the words seem the reverse, in sense, of anything normal; the sentences always read backwards. All this peculiar grammar seems to have been used in a very odd regime. For example, we have “Legati tubas portant.” (the lieutenants are carrying the trumpets). There is never a major—or even, more understandably, a corporal —carrying the trumpet; nor is it ever explained where they are going with the trumpets. At the same time, “Puellae legatos amant (the girls like the lieutenants). According to Carole Klenke, this seems much more natural. However, with all this apparent revelry going on. one wonders how the troops ever became prepared for the Gallic Wars in Latin II. Perhaps the Homans overpowered the barbarians, not with legions, but by making them attempt to learn their declensions and conjugations. We of Kingswood may never be able to tell our grand- daughters that we, like the Pilgrims, fought off Indians en route to class; that we, like Abraham Lincoln, studied by candlelight; nor even that we struggled through towering drifts to a snowy classroom, as some of our parents claim they did. We shall, however, be able to boast that we sur- vived the rigors of Miss Loane’s Homan Empire. To those future generations who may elect Latin 1. we have only to add. “Volenti non fit injuria.” In other words, as the TV program would have it, “You asked for it. . . . Susan Allen AN OFFERING I shall bring handfuls Of sunlit air. And the sweet cool fragrance Of wet pear-bloom; Laurel leaves bound In a slender wreath, And the sound of the sea In a curving shell. These shall I lay at Your feet with care. And watch you touch And know each one With wondering eyes. With quiet hands. 1 worship the sold Who loves them well. . . . Janet McNaughton