The Bush School - Tykoe Yearbook (Seattle, WA)

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LITERARY Sxxk X I 1 293 Q- X Vlffgp-' A, .C 11' 'QX RX KN's iff, f fi Li X xqs Ma M' : vm This was chosen for the prose honorable mention by the Senior Class Linder met her brother, who had just arrived home on leave from the Near East, at the sta' tion. It was just an ordinary meeting, like the hundreds of others that go on day and night during warftime. They left the platform together with three days before them to make up for the three years that the war had kept them apart. Three days wasn't long, but to them it meant a great dealg it meant that for three days they would go away together, forget about the war, and be almost happy. So it was that brother and sister went down to the country together, happy for the little time that had been given them to be happy, and eager to snatch what little had been given and transform it into a wonderful three days that could always he remembered, and, if it were fated that could take the place of a lifeftime. It was both right and wise then, that they should forget about the war and for three full days should be lost in the joy and laughter of a countryside bursting with the newness of spring. They did all the things that they used to do before the war and had done as far back as they could remember. They climbed the hill with the wind blowing in their faces, and finally ex' hausted by the climb, they threw themselves panting on the grass and looked upward into blue depths of heaven, where, in a month's time, the skylarks would be singing. Recovering they climbed farther and stood finally at the top looking down on the peaceful village beneath and out beyond across the green vale, where still lingered here and there white wisps of early morning mist. They walked for hours in the Woods where the yellow primrose and the blue of the graceful bluebells carpeted the ground. They climbed on the banks to gather the violets, and they walked in the shady dells where the lilies of the valley smelled so sweet that the fragrance seemed to linger even when its bearer had been left far behind. They walked on the hills where the lamps played and where the hares, although March was passed, were still carrying on their crazy antics. They talked to the old farmer on the hill and saw his young calves and a foal with a nose that felt like velvet. They had tea with the vicar and looked over Page Forty-four the wall at the daffodils growing in the church graveyard. They went one night, under a bright moon, to visit the fox's earth in a nearby cover, and they know by the rank smell that issued forth and by the newly turned earth that it was occupied this year as always. On their last day they took their lunch and followed the brook to its source, then spent the afternoon lying on their stomachs among the buttercups gazing into the depths of a still pool at the lazy trout swimming below. That evening they went back to London to' gether, and there in the midst of the bustle of Paddington Station they said goodfbye. Each went back to his job of winning the war, glad for the three days that had been theirs. PAT POPE, Junior CQ.. OPINIONS Some long for the city's roar and bustle, Others for the quiet of home, But I'll take the open road and country Free where I can roam. Some like the noise of busy streets, The honk of horns, the motors' drones, But my ears prefer the country sounds Natures' own soft muted tones. Some live for wealth and riches, While others live for fame, But I live to enjoy the freedom That is this country's name. SANA I-IARRAH, Sophomore eil. A CHILD'S PRAYER FOR PEACE Oh God, you made the earth and heaven, You created all mankind, That is why I ask your guidance, This is what is on my mind. My Daddy's long since gone to battle, He's my hero brave and true, I know he'll win but Mama's worried That's why I've come to you. I must be brave and comfort mother, You have other work to do. All I want is my own Daddy To come home safely when he's through. MARY ROLFE, Senior

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PARKSIDE ARKSTDE ARKSIDE, the coeducational department of the Bush School, is a lively and thriving division, with two nursery schools under the dif rection of Mrs. Graves and Mrs. Cramer, a kindergarten in charge of Mrs. Isaacs, and grades first through sixth. Mrs. King is the principal, with the following able teachers to assist her: Mrs. Nygreen, first grade, Mrs. Bar' tholomew, second grade, Mrs. McCall, third grade, Mrs. Bowmer, reading, composition, and dramatics in the intermediate grades, and Mrs. Kemp, social science and arithmetic in the same grades. The special teachers are Mrs. Livengood and Mrs. Turner, music, Mrs. Paul, gymnasium, and Mr. LaGrille, art. Among Parkside activities victory gardens have held high interest throughout the spring. The kindergarten children have made flower and vegetable gardens in their new builtfin terraces. The children working on this project were: David Allison, Louise Augustin, Jana Bekins, James Brownlee, Ann Capaccio, Fred Pape, Carol Ralls, Roblee Thomason, Helen Turner, Gregory Vance, Richard Williams, Manette Cohn, Lucy Davidson, Carol DeMille, Beth Engstrom, Gail Gardner, Jackie McGoldrick, James Boulton, George Boulton, Bruce Mathewson, Denny Von Herberg, and Joey Given. Parkside's outstanding feature is its self' government plan. Called the Court of Friendly Relations its chief officers, the Judge and Secretary, are chosen from its senior class, the sixth grade. Those who have developed skills in the practices of leadership are: Louise Clark, John Cronkhite, Ann Hinman, Marion Pelly, Ardis Ball, Glorietta Maness, Jane Bowman, Catharine Chism, Jerry Speidel and Dan Fellows. The Boys' Club, under the supervision of Mr. LaGrille and Girls' club under the direction of Mrs. King have programs on Friday where ref ports are given on hobbies and projects which are carried on outside of the school. The fourth and fifth grades have been active and interested junior officers or chairmen in these clubs. Among those who have participated are: Susan Anderson, Patricia Nichols, Patsy Peters, Shirley Steele, Diana Yates, Marjorie Matthews, Marilyn Marsh, Barbara Marsh, Sarah Curtis, Patsy Gilbert, Jerry Ellen Heathcote, Karen Hinman, Jana Jacobsen, Tina Jacobsen, Cynthia Peirce, Tuckie Pratt, Susan West, Rosanne Youdene, Mary Croasdill. Back row--Left to right: Mrs. Isaacs, Mrs. Kramer, Mrs. King, Mrs. Bowmer, Mrs. Kemp, Mrs. McCall. Front row: Mrs. Graves, Mrs. Nygreen, Mrs. Bartholomew. Page Forty-six