The Bush School - Tykoe Yearbook (Seattle, WA)

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SCHOOL LIFE SOPHOMORE HISTORY CLASS As the door opens to admit Mr. Haight, a din that is almost overwhelming drifts out of the sophomore room. Today it is a debate upon whether it is more advisable to have the second window from the end or the middle window open. Advocates of both policies are loudly vociferating their stand. Betty Osborne is sure that she will have pneumonia unless the end window is open. Joan Frayn read somewhere that opened middle win' dows were more advisable. jackie Binns is simply freezing and must have all the windows near her closed. Then come the middle people who believe that both windows should be closed, or both opened. Finally Mr. Haight summons all his courage and in a weak voice ventures a question: june, what did Louis XIV do? Oh, you mean Louis X one V, well! For a while the roar lessens to a loud buzz and the talk continues on history. Then Mr. Haight makes a dreadful mistake: joan, do you believe that Rousseau's ideas of going back to nature were advantageous? The debate begins anew and continues until the bell. Finally Mr. Haight shrinks out the door. The worst part of the day is over. ' Mavylu Parker eil. . , +--- Q Q -, , . a h I-,ASW A, .: V wg, , V Ni ., i . I :Lx .Mu i I . . I t, Q Q W . . .,,, . V A - ul. 4? ll WAYNE-ar V ' . - - ' . 1 t' , , 'wi-' . f .. ':' - M x r , f, .,uXt- .. - h 'if5'fgv5v35 fl.: U ' V- - ' .wr . ww ,X -5.1 ,. 1 jj-' ' sz:,ic:'i , s..535Lf.-PT.g.g::: ,ff-V. 5-:Q ,, 1- PV 'V 'gf ' A 'iaffrlffri W' 2 if 1 'itat J ia 2 2 . C i . E-4, 'f f 2 p .1 V i :K p A 1 5, 2 -' 31 'f,..,.. :Ju ' W2-'Sf' Page Twenty-four . I' L l x ' ,aff L I 'hi ' i ,, fi iv I . 7.99 W 1.3 U. 3 . Hi ' gf f ig i gg Q im...- i f f if i ,5i 3S 'ii':+'1 ff - 'I ,, E ., .im -ti? ' ' as ' X35 jf' ' 'Y 50 'sid X. LUNCH The procession to lunch is led by the pounding and roaring lower classmen, then the more sedate Juniors and Seniors arguing about whether joe likes Jane or Margie went out with Mike on Friday or Saturday night and last but not least the faculty spurred on by the thought of a half-hour in peace. fLittle do they know what peace is!!j Grace is sung, the gong rings, fthey only had to wait five minutes for it tofdayj and then the fight begins. The energetic souls plow their way to the serving table, only to have the food snatched from their hands by more eager latefcomers. The milk jugs have made their customary trip around the table because nobody wants to pour. Finally some kind Senior orders a Seventh Grader to take over the job. Everything goes nicely until Mr. Haight makes an announcement that it's Current Events day and has everybody forgotten about it! Ten or fifteen girls dash into the living room with their plates, to listen to Leslie, Pat, and Mr. Haight discuss the trials and tribulations of the world. As it comes time to eat our dessert, a roar goes up from ten or fifteen girls who have discovered that practically all the departed girls had taken two desserts with them. '- At 12:45 on the dot, the lunch room is emptied of all save the teachers, who may finally eat in blissful solitude. All the athletics and jitterbugs are in the gym dancing and throwing baskets to the tune of Mr, Five by Five. . lean Osborne

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THE CHEMISTRY TEST Oh Mrs. Williams, I feel glum, The fatal day I know has come. I studied 'quations, zinc hydroxide, Gay Lussac's laws, and all the sulfides. Now I'm in class, and I forget All I learned 'cept the alphabet. Passing the test, a cinch says she, It's a dilly I know, I can forsee. The struggle now shall soon begin, Williams sits there with a grin. An hour passes, I work on, Others are all through and have gone. At last I'm done, and feeling meek, Hand in the test. By jove I'm weak! Nina Winslow C154 ART CLASS If someone should walk into the art room all unsuspecting some afternoon he would most likely be considerably puzzled as to what's coming off. You see Mr. LaGrille is a double threat man. He teaches the upper school and Parksiders all at one and the same time. Of course, he does not teach us the same things but the results are more than somewhat similar. Maybe you think art is just slopping around with paint and whatnot and if you're lucky the results are O.K. so people say you're good. Well, you're right. That is, of course, to a certain extent. I fm- s ' -f 'ix I K .... , 'N I Y, A ' ,. 4- liffi. '- f f -, Ifsix fy' I .' is -, ' 5 2 1' M51 - it ' f 2 5,55 ' p N .5 3 gl' - v.2l.: To SCI-IOOL LIFE ft-. om - . f Z X Q , xx !,vr-rn , , R 'IA J N I . EV' gl if . --M! 25 :- 'ffzgi' QM 1 1 5 ' s R. , Sf th, - .i f , , ft-1. w H M.. ' A . f- ' ' i T f f . Q 'li 95' Suppose some night about 2 A. M. you're sitting in bed with a splitting headache so bad you can't go to sleep. You have the radio on full blast playing CowfCow Boogyf' You get the brainstorm of a life time so you grab your pencil and do the best sketch you've ever made. The next morning you take the thing to art class with you. It doesn't look so hot in daylight but you still think it's pretty good. This far the making of a masterpiece is luck and slopping around or what is usually called inspiration, What comes after this takes lots of hard work and lots of explaining by Mr. L. You sit wonder' ing how on earth to draw a girl's leg in the position it is supposed to be, or what makes the face you drew look bashed in, so finally you ask Mr. LaGrille. It is simple, he says fyou doubt this but you let it goj, the lower pedal extremity, he explains, extends from the vitreous humor in a direction adverse to .... you understand that don't you? No, you say, so he goes on. After you have listened for ten or fifteen minutes, a bright light seems to flash. You get it! Teaching art is no cinch when you have to go through this hundreds of times daily but Uncle Bill LaGrille manages to get it across in good shape. Iarma Pratt Page Twenty-three

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BIOLOGY LAB Mrs Gall, we have the finest specimen of spiragrya in our fish pond! opens the Biology Class. After acknowledging that first bright ref mark, Mrs. Gall finishes explaining to Pat Pope how amoebas reproduce. Today is lab day and the girls are supposed to be working on Unit Xg it is a wellfknown fact that half of the class is still on Unit IX. After settling an argument between Ann Pigott and Petie Smith about who has the little yellow book , Mrs. Gall is startled to find that Marilyn Smith has been sitting on it all the time. Oh, but we're not knitting! cry Nancy Gallagher and Patsy Donald trying to untangle the yarn which has them all tied together. Joanne, how much more do you have to do on this unit? asks Mrs. Gall. 'ije ne sais pas! re- plies Joanne, who has been deep in her French until this moment. Nelson Eddy stinks! says Bonnie jean emphatically. Why how can you say such a thing? replies Ola indignantly. He sings The Flea Song with such feeling it makes you itch all over! No sooner has Mrs. Gall quieted this argument than her attention is at' tracted to the Rolfe Bacteria Garden . Victory through Bacteria! is my motto, Mary proudly explains. As the bell finally rings, we find Jessie Franzheim, who has just removed her ring, asking Gallagher to take hers off. Don't you know it's not uniform? asks Jessie. Mary Rolfe -fa ga Q , E .fx--X - . . ' - are i , tg si as , -. B ' i tai 4 Q i - 5 ,f - ...a,.....,. ,..,, 3 A 'T' if Q . , K - E.f,P,,,,,,,.,.,,sw A, 5 Q '25 ff, 3 . X ' B Zjil , .': :eg , sg ..,'..,-,v,.--- . i ii, - 5 , B Q- . 5- 1 3 ' , 1 ff? 'ttf - Q . ' f SCHOOL LIFE il?-323' -ig .V , sas i-- g E 2 lt? k ' Qs e, - 'Z 9 i - 5: . Q .- , .psig . X . , . . . . , R ' . i' xf 1 ' 2. f' ii r ' V, L. M, S .. 4 f-if 5 .,.., M M..- . 5 .Z ai s .jf asf.: V -. I .. .. ., stu ' -if .. . ,,.g, , . H, Q. - ,, ' . sb f x .- '9 V t E ' ., . 3' .,, 1 - l , . ,--ax ' j ,If 'J J 'Wg f ,S Z 3 45 1,1 R 5 's K s il 2 X L 6 ,J 4, A 'A' jffg,1.:-- F :M at 1 . g 5 2 'W iq i Q3 s 2' ANNEX A wild scream, a low moan, and then silence, the annex is at it again! Those annex girls are experts in many lines. They didn't even quite catch that burglar that wandered in one night, but they came near it. And if you ever want to make wine from the raw materials just ask them. They're experts in the line of love too, at least in finding out about other people's, from Miss Kells to Ginny. Somehow they never seem to be happy. Ginny never seems to find time to do all her exercises and get her practicing in. For Bonnie, Mrs. Liven- good constitutes all. Marylu is continually moan' ing because she might not get every single answer in the test the next day. If you should ever wander by the annex at night you are in for a shock: you are likely to see all sorts of nude figures wandering past the window. No modesty at all! Queer sounds issue forth, too. It seems that joan thinks she is bigger than any- one else and simply loves to pick on everyone. Ginny contests this once in a while, but Bonnie and Marylu easily admit defeat. They're a wild group and if you ever want a night of fun and suspense spend it at the annex, right, Petie? Marylu Parker 611, Page Twenty-five