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

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EIGHTH GRADE • Natalie Ad an'.»............................691 Pilgrim, Birmingham, Mich. Winifred Burg» .... 3502 Burning Bush Rd., Birmingham, Mich. Anne Casey....................20 Lone Pine Rd., Bloomfield Hill», Mich. Bonnie Cragin .... 255 Guilford Rd., Bloomfield HilU, Mich. Mary Ellen Douglas 31805 Evergreen Rd., Birmingham, Mich. Nancy Dunlap............................... 487 Willits, Birmingham, Mich. Beverly Fead 4210 Orchardway, Foxcroft, Birmingham, Mich. Julie Ann Frank 6317 Nonhfield Rd., Birmingham, Mich. Peggy Friedman 26524 Hendrie Blvd.. Huntington Wood . Mich. Margam Goddard......................... 269 Wimbleton, Birmingham, Mich. Diana Gornick .... Vaughan Rd., Bloomfield Hill», Mich. Julie Ann Graham .... 6130 Wing Lake Rd,. Birmingham, Mich. Carol Haneline................... 3234 Bradway Blvd., Birmingham, Mich. Anne Kyes.................... 945 Cranbrook Rd.. Bloomfield Hill», Mich. Cheryl Lambert .... 235 Guilford Rd., Bloomfield Hill», Mich. Jane Levy.................................. 520 Aspen, Birmingham, Mich. Ann Livingstone...................71 W. Berkshire Rd., Pontiac, Mich. Linda Marklc................................1411 Chapin, Birmingham, Mich. Patricia Marsh 381 Cranbrook Rd., Bloomfield Hill», Mich. Marcia Reinitx.............................17618 Ohio Ave., Detroit, Mich. Judith Sandrn .... 559 N. Glenhurtt Dr., Birmingham, Mich. Edith SchJafrr........................19480 Canterbury Rd., Detroit, Mich. Constance Schmber......................... 19360 Renfrew Rd„ Detroit, Mich. Lauren Kay Schulz............................221 Chippewa, Pontiac. Mich. Diane Stanbery .... 5215 Winlane. Bloomfield Hill., Mich. Alison Watdrop........................ 4800 Beach Rd., Birmingham, Mich. Judith Wiant .... 1205 Chesterfield, Birmingham, Mich. Sandra Young .... Cranbrook School, Bloomfield Hill», Mich. Cheryl Zebedre........................19400 Riverside Dr., Birmingham, Mich. ABSENT FROM PICTURE: Jane Guest...................... 32651 Bingham Lane, Birmingham, Mich. Barbara Shafer.............................. 424 Green Ave., Bay Gey, Mich. • President of Clasa

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HOW TO STUDY FOR AN EXAM I don’t pretend to know everything about studying for an exami- nation, but I do know a few tricks of the trade. Not that I get good marks on my exams or anything like that, but I often wonder what kind of marks I would get if I studied differently. It’s not a pleasant thought. When I study for an exam, I always surround myself with food so that whenever I get hungry, which I frequently do, I don’t always have to run out to the kitchen. For people on diets who can easily forget them, this is fine, but for the unlucky person who has a conscience, it is not advisable. Another way is to study in the kitchen, but to avoid interruptions such as the constant opening and dosing of tire icebox door and tire general confusion which usually centers itself in our kitchen—I always study in the library. A good thing to do is to tell your family that your next exam is going to be really tough. Try it sometime and you'll find yourself in the lap of luxury. You’ll be waited on hand and foot. Last year I tried this and, surprisingly enough, it worked. My younger sister, who would ordinarily do anything in her power to avoid helping me, took tele- phone messages and replenished my supply of Coca Cola whenever it ran low. My mother cooked my favorite dinner and brought it in to me at my convenience. When exam week was over, it took me a while to get back into the regular routine of serving myself. If you aren’t really pressed for time, it’s sometimes fun to take a break. Now going to the A P with my mother is not my idea of fun, but I went one day just to get my mind off history for a while. (For some people taking their minds off a subject can be disastrous, but it doesn’t seem to bother me.) Somehow, the exciting atmosphere of the A P did not sufficiently keep my mind off history, and I began re- citing aloud the deeds of Henry VIII while hunting for a bottle of Clorox. I soon noticed the many questioning stares which were directed toward me, and I could imagine people saying, “How peculiar, how singularly odd, whatever is wrong with the girl? I was extremely embarrassed. For reasons known only to me and the people who read this, I manage to have fun while preparing for an exam. That I am not a master of the art, though, is made evident by my exam grades, and I still have a lot to leam. What I have learned is that, although it doesn't happen very often, once in a while studying can be fun. . . . Julie Graham THE DANCING GIRLS It was a cold day. The last birds were flying south. The wind whistled around the trees and put them snugly into bed for the long winter ahead. Squirrels could be seen scampering up and down with last minute shopping. The two dancing girls on the edge of Kingswood lake smiled at the coming of Winter, for they knew that Lady Winter had just about finished her sparkling blanket and was ready to lay it silently over the earth. As the last little animal and tree went to bed, down came the snow. Softly it rested on the ground. It gathered in sparkling tufts on the arms and shoulders of the dancing girls, and even made white tiaras for their crowns. “Don't I look lovely, exclaimed one excitedly. Look at my gown, whispered the other. The snow kept falling. Soon it covered the trees, making the scene into fairyland. The lake also had a glistening cover, and skaters could be seen twirling about. Laughter filled the air. and the smell of Christ- mas was at hand. Christmas trees and lovely decorations were in every window and store. School closed and joyous shouts could be heard. “Merry, Merry Christmas! Happy New Year! The dancing girls were all alone. The trees, the flowers, the squirrels, everything was quiet. The lake in its massive splendor, die falling, swirling snow fascinated the girls. Each sparkle on the lake and every different snowflake was like music to them. As the months went by. the earth lost its barrenness. Mistress Spring painted the earth with her beautiful blossoms and green grass. Birds filled the once-barren trees which were now stretching and yawning after the long sleep. Squirrels scampered through the trees. The lake had lost its sparkling cover. Gently it carried the beautiful reflections around it. The blossoms soon fell from the trees like a shower of pink and white snow. Summer had begun, The thought of Summer was sad, foe the seniors would say good-bye to Kingswood. the Dancing Girls, and the quiet rippling lake. But it was not all sad, for in a little while, many new faces would come to Kingswood and enjoy the beauty of it and become part of it and proud of it as so many others had before. Tills kept their hearts happy. . . Alison War drop

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THE SHRINKING OF MATHILDA Once many years ago in the country of Zanzabi! in a gloomy forest, there lived three old witch lugs. One day, while they were outside, a handsome prince came galloping through the forest on a merry chase. All three sisters immediately fell in love with him and began to quibble about which of them was to be the lucky bride. They decided they would try the new lottery game called drawing straws. This they did and Mathilda won. Three nights away was Halloween, All Saints’ Eve, the only night of the entire year when witches had the power of putting to use all their magic. Mathilda being of fairly sound mind decided the prince wouldn’t marry an ugly hag like herself. She knew she must change herself into a beautiful lass if the prince was to have any part of her, but the magic recipe her great-grandmother had told her about was hidden in a cave guarded by a gnome who was both deaf and dumb. Mathilda managed to bribe the little creature and procure the recipe. Neat she found the necessary ingredients such as fish liver, eel's eye- balls, chicken viscera, and last of all, three pinches of baking powder for buoyancy. This brew she wished to make away from the eyes of her meddling sisters. After she finished mixing her concoction, she left it to set for a while. Shortly thereafter, Elmira, one of her sisters, appeared and thought to herself, “I think I will add two pinches of baking powder for good measure. After adding the powder, she left. A short time after this, Fanny, the youngest sister, who was sorely in need of reducing. lumbered in and said, “I think I will add a pinch oc two of baking powder for buoyancy.” She leaned over the kettle and by mistake, instead of the baking powder, she dumped in her diminutive powders which seemed to have had little effect on her size. Soon Mathilda entered and drank a full goblet of the murky con- coction. Then a strange thing happened. She found herself getting smaller and smaller until site was no bigger than a sneeze. In this true account, too many cooks not only spoiled the brew but the romance. . . . Kathy Shore IF I HAD A WISH If I had a wish, I’d wish for a fish— Not an ordinary fish, you know— I’d wish for a fish In a great big dish, One that could teach me to sew! If I had a wish, I’d wish for a bird— Not an ordinary bird, you know— I’d wish for a bird Only slightly absurd, One that could teach me to crow. . . . Eliza Barnard WEAVING How I love the song of the loom, When pedals clack and reeds boom. I can sit and think about anything And whistle, talk, or even sing. The weaving room is a pleasant place. Lit up with sun and cheery face. Here damsels weave for many hours And dream away in ivory towers. The rhythm is either fast or slow On rug or scarf or skirt or throw. Weaving is hardly ever dull. My spirits rise like a soaring gull. . . . Mimi Judd