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

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ELEVENTH GRADE Joan Al n .... 2)522 ParVwood. Huntington Woods, Mich. Susan Allan .... 450 Cranbrook Rd. N.. Birmingham. Mich. Sara Bartholomew 164 Williatmbury N., Birmingham, Mich. Barbara Boer..........................3215 S. Bradway. Birmingham, Mich. Hanley Bird..................................29 Sunset Dr.. Englewood, Colo. Judith Blusn................................1901 Cambridge. Flint, Mich. Barbara Bowen................................911 Park Av ., Bay City, Mich. Dale Browne........................ 272 N. Broadmoor Blvd.. Springfield. Ohio Mary Li Buckingham ... 2550 Parkude Dr., Hint, Mich. Jeanne Buffum............................... 3660 Gordon Rd.. Elkhart, Ind. Maud Cooper........................... 383 Pilgrim Rd., Birmingham, Mich. Barbara Cnppa................................167 Hillboro, Birmingham, Mich. Virginia Cross................................... 20008 Lichfield. Detroit. Mich. Barbara Day........................ 245 Cloverly Rd.. Grosse Pie. Farms, Mich. Mary Jane Ensign..........................................Bo 68. Franklin, Mich. Susan Fead . 4210 Orchard way, Foxooft, Birmingham, Mich. Elaine Firming....................................1910 Ramsey, Flint, Mich. Edith Foley...........................131 S. Sixth Sc., Rogers City, Mich. Mary Form..........................2217 N. Lake Angelus Rd.. Pontiac, Mich. Ann Foster .... 289 W. Home Rd.. Springfield. Ohio Ahby Goldstein..............................18450 North]awn, Detroit, Mich. Suzanne Hapke............................... 7386 Altacuesta, Cucamonga, Calif. Nina Hauser...........................1980 Strathcona Dr., Detroit, Mich. Donrupan Haven 3675 Wards Point Dr.. Rt. I, Orchard Lake, Mich. Christy Hewlett 951 Twin Oaks Lane, Birmingham, Mich. Sarah Horton 1120 Country Club Dr.. Bloomfield Hills, Mich. Michel Howard 25137 W. Roycourt, Huntington Woods, Mich. Judith Jacobson............................. 2845 Ridge Rd.. Des Moines, Iowa • Josephine Joy . . . 1288 W. Long Lake Rd.. Bloomfield Hills. Mich. Patricia Kelley............................. 640 Henley, Birmingham, Mich. Carol Klenke....................... 875 N. Harsdale. Bloomfield Hills, Mich. Nancy Knorr........................ 730 Viughn Rd. Bloomfield Hills, Mich. Mary Ellen Koebbe . . 926 Trombley. Grosse Pomte Park, Mich. Julie Kruger..........................Monte Tauro 280. Mexico 10, D.F. Jane Lomason............................... 17601 Hamilton Rd., Detroit, Mich. Rita MacGregor......................... 722 Hamilton Av . W„ Him. Mich. Bonnie McIntyre .... 19008 First Av . N., Great Falls, Mont. Margaret McMehen .... 1705 Cedar Hill Dr., Royal Oak, Mich. Janet McNiughton.......................... 248 Pilgrim. Birmingham, Mich. Edith Mumford.............................. 16779 Glastonbury, Detroit, Mich. Msrion Mercer......................... 3235 Washington Rd., Ft. Wayne, Ind. Dinah Mitchell Cranbrook Academy of Art, Bloomfield Hills. Mich. Pamela Molnar............................. 25982 Rouge Cl., Detroit, Mich. Aurora Nardozzi .... 22 Church St., Pleasantville, N.Y. Polly Oppenhetmer .... 708 Wiltshire Av .. San Antonio. Texas Rebecca Parsons....................... 1645 Woodrow Dr.. Springfield. Ohio Shrrilyn Pot rude.............................. 2091 Bacon, Berkley, Mich. Elizabeth Prance.......................1500 Kirkway. Bloomfield Hills, Mich. Mary Love Russell 283 Lone Pine Rd.. Bloomfield Hilla, MkH. Elinor Soulier..............................16154 Northlawn. Detroit, Mich. Susan Schrock.............................1008 S. 8rh St., Goshen, Ind. Patncia Shile .... 23835 W. 12 Mile Rd., Birmingham, Mich. Jam- Stevenson ...... 960 Arlington. Birmingham, Mich. Nancy Tann...................................... 19265 Aftoc, Detroit 3, Mich. Carol Thomas 680 W. Long Lake Rd., Bloomfield Hills, Mich. Lynda Trombla...........................304 S. Brookude, Wichita, Kansas Karen Van Dellen....................... 420 Bnxkway Place. Albion, Mich. Sally Weckler .... 1780 Hammond G.. Bloomfield Hilla, Mich. Nancy Wilcox................................. 402 Peninsular. Grayling, Mich. Ann Witham............................16191 E. 32 Mtl Rd., Romeo, Mich. ABSENT FROM PICTURE: Stephanie Bennett............................1015 Sugntt W., Midland, Mich. Ann Lotdlce .... 3184 Mommgview Terrace. Birmingham, Mich. President of Gass

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A DEFINITION OF HAPPINESS To me, happiness is something that I feel inside of me when I secome acquainted with a new sound, sight, viewpoint, or feeling. It is a growing, expanding feeling which I am beginning to be more aware of every day. It is not necessary for me to look forward to happiness. I can always find it somewhere in the present. Time can play tricks on the human mind by always looking more desirable in the future, but yesterday’s future is today’s present. I want to live my life while I have the chance to do so. Happiness is always available. I see no reason for putting it on a shelf, only to possess it in free moments of relaxation. I try to keep it close to me, that I may find it wherever I turn. My synonym for happiness is learning. In school I am sometimes stimulated until I lose myself in my concentration. However, I am actually finding myself, piece by piece, when I leam of other peoples and civilizations, their actions, customs, languages, and ways of thinking. Happiness through learning is not by any means limited to school activity. I am often happy when I am conversing with an intelligent person about different aspects of life. I am able to broaden my view- point by exchanging ideas and by obtaining an opinion on my own ideas. This sort of stimulative experience provides happiness for me. My happiness comes from other people, not only on an intellectual basis. I feel great enjoyment from sharing experiences with others, whether it is working with and helping them or simply having a gay time. In each instance, I leam more about the individual and his re- actions to the ideas of others. These experiences enrich my life and add to my moments of happiness. Each time I become acquainted with something new, I leam, and when I am learning, I find happiness. Every moment of my life can in- troduce something new to my senses or a new idea to my mind. Al- though an event or an idea is sad, I am learning to live life as it is lived by all humanity. Therefore, sadness is simply a part of learning and of fulfilling my life, the enriched life that my soul longs for. My happiness is my attempt at an understanding of human existence. . . . Sue Hapke EPILOGUE A cruel, angry, icy sea laps hard against the sandy shore. And lashes out with fateful hate A tolling tale of mournful lore Of men on ships who pray and leap Into the freezing waters deep To sleep forevermore. . . . Barbara Cripps QUIET Outside, the night Cold, dark And peaceful- inside, a life, A book, a light—- All is quiet. A shrieking sound. The telephone screams. Hello—a smile; Gentle words, Laughter and plans; Goodbye—a glow. Outside, the night Cold, dark And peaceful- inside, a life, A heart, a dream— All is quiet. . . . Joan Akers MASQUERADE Cascading water, roaring downwards . . . light reflected by tiny mirrors. . Puffs of mist rising, only to linger as glistening droplets on surrounding objects . . , dampness pervades the atmosphere . . . Yes, washing dishes can have its romantic moments. . . Mimi Koebbe

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FRESH THE WIND I turned my face toward the fresh cast wind. Sunlight danced on the water. I looked with pleasure at the sailboats tugging at their anchors. What an exciting day for a sailing race! A group of girls were already waiting eagerly for the drawing of boats. To my good fortune, I drew boat number two. Site had always seemed to love brisk weather. The Sailing Master called out die course: “Buoys to starboard. We rigged with great care, making all halyards fast and our mainsail taut. Much depended on this so that our boat would respond and perform efficiently. Up and down the dock was excited chatter. Need a cotter pin? Anybody have an extra baton?” “This boat has seaweed on the centcr- Isoard trunk.” Suddenly, as though to stop the confusion, the ten- minute gun sounded. Everyone quieted down, one by one pushing away from the dock. As Pat, my crew, and I tacked back and forth across the starting line, we realized how shifting and unpredictable the wind was becoming. This is going to be a tough race, with this wind and so many ex- perienced skippers out against us,” I remarked. “We’ll have to be careful. It would be easy to go over in this wind.” Pat answered. The five-minute gun sounded. We concentrated on the way we should tack down to the Cedar Island marker. We tried to time our- selves to be first over the line. Just as the lifeguard counted off the final seconds, our sail began to luff. The agony of those seconds seemed too great. The cannon boomed as I counted down the time. Our prow pointed into the wind. All six boats were parallel as we skimmed toward the buoy. It was anybody’s race. “It's going to be a mess around the marker; everyone’s trying to round it at the same place,” Pat observed. “I’m going to pull in close and try to slip on the inside. Any ad- vantage gained here might mean the race. We’ve got to win!” Suddenly the buoy was looming straight ahead. I didn’t want to hit it as I would be disqualified. I swung out too widely. “Buoy room!” Peggy, my constant rival, called blithely. Pat moaned loudly. “Now you’ve done it. We’ll be completely off course.” Desperately I tried to keep calm. Anything I did now mattered immensely. Actually, there was nothing to do but give way to Peggy. She slithered through, taking a slight lead over all the other boats. Unknowingly, Peggy had picked up some seaweed going around the buoy. Slowly, but surely, I gained on her. When our boats were finally side by side, I felt exhilarated, but also compelled to tell her of her fouled tiller. On the second leg, I held my head, which had increased by about twenty yards. Pat and I relaxed. The warmth of the sun and the sparkle of the water decreased our tension. “What a beautiful day to be alive. 'I here isn’t any other place I would rather be,” I exclaimed, as the boat worked purposefully through the water. Looking over my shoulder, I saw with great dismay that Peggy was coming up fast. I realized that in our relaxation we had drifted slightly off our course. Pat was worried. “You know how Peggy can sail. You had better get a move on.” Now back on course, our boats were so close they almost touched I had the advantage, as my boat was windward of hers. Thankful for that, I gave my full attention to what I was doing. We rounded the last buoy together. My boat was pointing perfectly. We were gaining. “Oh, what I wouldn’t give for a freak puff of wind!” Suddenly it came! 1 shot ahead to a sizable lead. Gose to the finish line I became confident. “Don't put anything past Peggy,” Pat warned. “Oh, she can’t beat us now,” I joyfully answered. “Rats!” I had tacked too close to shore. My small advantage had been cut in half. Peggy seemed to have her own wind and was coming up fast. “I want to win. I want to win!” I thought desperately. I had just about crossed the finish line when Peggy was suddenly beside me. “Boat to the lee, keep clear.” She nosed past me and the cannon boomed. She had won, not I. I put my head down to hide disappointed tears. Grimly, I held them back and called. “Nice race, Peg!” She waved and said, “Half of it's yours, Julie. Thanks for tipping me off on the seaweed.” “That cannon will sound for me next race,” I promised myself. And it did. . . . Julie Fitzgerald STUDY HALL Oh, bang, Oh, slam Of heavy books galore. Oh, weary eye, Oh, me, oh, my, Where does this hard work end? Oh, pencil worn, Oh, mind forlorn With knowledge crowding in. Oh, book. Oh, pen, Oh, written page, Although I know what I must learn I’d like to put you all aside. Oh, lake, Oh, grass. Oh, clouds and winds and sky! . . . Jacqueline Zuelzet