Berkeley Hall School - Yearbook (Beverly Hills, CA)

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UGH! by Ken Crow R Bonnie Nance Quick! Stop everything! Close the business meeting, whatever it is can wait. You wouldn't want to be a second late for algebra, would you? The class opens with Mrs. O'Connor's cheery theme song, HGet Out a Little Sheet of Paper, We're Going to Have a Test,H sung beautifully to the tune of HI Hope You Studied Your Rules Last Night, Coz if You Didn't, Your Grade will be A-Fright..cha-cha- cha.U Then, homework papers are exchanged. Answers are read. They may not be the answers to our assignment, but at least they are answers. Finally the correct answers are given, grades are tallied, groans and sighs are heard. The next traditional tune on our Algebra Hit Parade is HYour Grades are Bad, You're Feelin' Sad, so I'll do any Problems You Want on the Board.lH Cwaltz timej. While this is being warbled off by our teacher, as she solves numerous problems, small conversations are carried on, places are lost, and teeny little cat naps are taken. As a reward for this disastrous deed, he must don that famous passionate purple nThinkH hat from Disneyland. V . 1 But, what is this? It's 9:M5,and soon we wish we had not taken such a negative attitude toward algebra. Here it comes..HShakespeare's techniques are..The Odyssey is a masterpiece of Literature and boredom? , ,D 0 ff 4253 W .J W GJ flue L xx ' 4 ,eggs ,tg u Q05 QP 1 1. of T l LL HV ,fs 83' A L,fffQy1,v, ,YW ilggd, -AcJk:2,f Q SEWING by Lyn Kendrick M Bonnie Nance You say you've often heard of the Hwitching hourn being midnight? Well, the Ninth Grade girls have a Hstitching hourn from lO:3O to ll:3O daily. It consists of gossip,basting, pressing, looking for someone else's lost pattern, scissors, or thread, ripping, more gossip, and occasion- ally a little bit of sewing. Before Christmas each girl made her father a shirt and her mother an apron. Learning to sew on those machines leach one having prehistor- ic scribblings on the bottom? was an experience. After the vacation our sewing room became a whirlwind of patterns, pins, zippers, rippers, material, and occasionally a few history books needed to study for a history test the following period. But all history books were promptly thrown down the stairs. ' Three beautiful sewing machines were given to us by the McMahans, which increased out initiative to sew. After many looong lectures, sever- al weeks of hard work and Mrs. Richard's patient help, we got through a successful Fashion Show. Now some of the girls are making graduation dresses. Thanks to Mrs. Richards, we had a delightful year. ....4.....-...--. NEW LOOK ON OBJECTS You never really appreciate an object until you have learned some- thing about the art of drafting. A whole new world opens for you. The drafting class taught by Mr. Richards is an experience which you may never forget. You learn the art of drafting and that a line is not just a line, it is precisely drawn, not too thin, not too wide, and not dark, yet not light. The drafting course includes architec- tural drawing and the perspective look. To some this might seem a lot of work but our teacher teaches us expertly.

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SHEIK SHAKESPEAREANS by Kim Austin This year, with the help of Mrs. Dlouhy, the Ninth Grade has studied many interesting and renowned au- thors. We began our studies with Edgar Allan Poe's HTelltale Heart,H HThe Raven,H and HAnnabel Lee.H We found that Poe, besides being a poet and writer, was a critic. We produced the nMikado,H a famous comedy by Gilbert and Sullivan. We, then, came to Shakespeare. We studied HAS You Like Itu and acted out par- ticular parts of the play. Here we discovered our romantic actors. Next we studied Shakespeare's HA Midsummer Night's Dream.n This was a poetic comedy having much to do with fairies and explained many beliefs of past centuries. Homer's Odyssey finished our course. We followed the adventures of Odysseus and learned much of the Greek traditions, ways of life, and beliefs of the gods. This story proved to be exciting as Odysseus met monsters, ghosts of the dead, and traitors to his country. I'm sure it has been an interest- ing year for all of us and one we will never forget. The year has greatly enlarged our sense of litera- ture by taking us from the Greek writer Homer to the modern day Gilbert and Sullivan. PROGRESS OR BEAUTY? by Carol Mau Many years ago, Berkeley Hall's campus looked like a beautiful little English village. There were quaint Shakespearian buildings surrounding a lovely acre of verdant grass. On this oval of green, were only two objects. One was a magnificent fifty year old monkey tree. Nearby a darling birdhouse was filled with fowls of every kind and color. A flock of ducks roamed freely about the oval, admired and petted by all. At different times there were rabbits with pink eyes and ears, and chickens who, to the great delight of Memphis, occasionally laid an egg. On warm days, many French classes were held on this green carpet under the shady tree. These grounds were perfect for the English style of the buildings, and both the buildings and campus complimented each other. Strangers to Berkeley Hall would visit the School and leave, much impressed by the beauty and serenity of the campus. f Now, when one looks at the campus of Berkeley Hall, they see some grass, a wall of chicken wire and a parking lot, full of cars. People remark: HThe twentieth century is here. Everything and everyone must modern- ize and catch up with this progress.H Can't we progress and not lose our 9 beauty. HOW DO I LOVE MY FATHER? I 'How do I love my father? Enumerate the ways: I love him for his stature, strength, and smile, I feel his presence when he is away, I love him for his very words the while He seems provoked at my clumsy manner, For I know that his tenderness is there, To me an ever faithful, shining banner, Proclaiming love that is so staunch and fair. I love him for his firm and guiding hand That guides against the world's material wrong. I love him for a home more sweet than grand, Where life for me is one long tender song. I'll love him through eternity, for his spirit's grace, Locked in my heart and framed,-my father's face. Janalee Meyhaus, Ninth Grade