North Shore Country Day School - Mirror Yearbook (Winnetka, IL)

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Bottom Row — G. Bingham, P. Pettibone, J. Monroe, N. Kostbade, J. Jones, H. Shuraan, N. Brock, S. Spitz, S. Frank, N. Spring. Second Row — D. Holliday, A. Gregory, V. Penfield, P. Evans, A. Wilcox, J. Berry, A. Selfridge, I. Shulze, E. Allen, C. Burnham. Third Row — J. Jameson, K. Wolcott, H. Brown, W. Spiegel, D. Strong, P. Williams, C. Howard, H. Rodger, D. Law, P. Bosworth. Fourth Row — R. Taylor, J. Hunt, B. Jacobs, H. Blackett, G. Gordon, J. Sparrow, E. Kuh, R. Johnson, T. Konsberg. Absent— B. Wilson, K. Cox. Yes, I might go on to prattle Of how, on the field of sporting battle, Our classmen have shown ability and valor. But how during our vacations On comfortable and unhealthy rations We developed a soph-isticated pallor. All in all, you must admit, That the Sophomore Class has IT And that our good points, on the whole, are predominant, But for wiser or for loonier We each hope to become a Junior, And that our places there will be as prominent. We hope the succeeding bunch, With their spirit and their punch Will capably fill our Sophomore shoes. So from each and every Sophomore Along the old North Shore, To Mr. Taylor and Miss Landau, our adieus. 27

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SOPHOMORES SONG OF THE SOPHS O, the current Sophomore Class When you consider it en masse Is the greatest bunch of people you could meet; Some have humor to be feared And some are really very weird, And some have charm and wit that ' s hard to beat. There are Romeos a-plenty Think they ' re hot as Caliente, Just waiting to be added to some trousseaux, There are those both male and feminine Who are vocally preeminent, And who ' ve proven to be Jenny Linds and Carusos. And then academic whizzes Who have excelled in quizzes, Their genius terrifying their locality. An attitude scholastic And a memory most elastic Contribute toward their intellectuality. ■ 26

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FRESHMEN POME Did you ever think what the Frosh go thru? Have you ever seen where we ' re black and blue? We get pushed around, and jostled and punched, And we ' re always the last ones into lunch. Oh, pity the poor Freshmen, When there ' s something to do, — Oh, let them. •HI H 28