The Bush School - Tykoe Yearbook (Seattle, WA)

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IMLWLIIN ANT NIQVEMENTS 55 Upon assuring her that she is mistaken, Mrs. Hinman attempts to proceed with the civics lesson. Ann, what is a Writ of Habeas Corpus ? To this Ann replies hesitantly, Well-it's a watchamajigger that guaranteed a kind of a thing that makes somebody free-isn't it ? You children need to study, admonishes Mrs. Hinman. Your answers are a little vague. Ann's too busy drooling over her picture of Turhan Bey to do any studying, teases Eleanor. Daggers dart between the eyes of Ann and Eleanor until the bell rings relieving the tension. Then Ann selects a nice heavy book and slams it across the room at Eleanor. They're at it again! -Janet Lister MUSIC AND ART APPRECIATION Wednesday-6th period. The stamping of heavy feet may be heard all through the building as nearly all the seniors and several juniors make a mad dash for Mrs. Livengood's room. The first one through the door throws herself behind the potted plant, out of sight, draws a detective book from her hip pocket, and goes on with the adventure of Dick Tracy and Mrs. Pruneface. Rapidly the six comfortable chairs, and semi-comfortable window seats are filled with bodies. The poor undecided girl in the door finds she took six seconds too long deciding whether to be comfortable in a chair, or hidden beside the radiator and she has to sit on the floor. The noise subsides when the two lecturers, Mrs. Livengood and Mrs. Pratt, step out from the shadow of the piano still discussing whether to begin with music or art. What settles their problem no one will ever know, but Mrs. Pratt usually begins with a talk on the prominent Russian or Dutch artists. Twenty minutes later Mrs. 1

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F L, 'O B v .- A aw W we NO on the new table tops, and make a mad dash to the magazine table I ZNTLE EI? A 0 to get the latest Life.l' An argument ensues and poor Life suffers until the stronger lHoweJ wins. Quiet finally reigns, but suddenly Geneva says who's got an envelope ? and Lillian shakes herself out of the depths of French Cnovel?J to shoot one over. Now comes an absorbing conversation about glasses. Patsy's cat-eyes, Peties's harlequins, Joanne's pixies, and Gwen's round ones provide material for many exchanges to see which frame suits the various faces. Only twenty minutes now remain to get the various school books at least opened. The young ladies finally put Satan behind them with a look at the clock, and all is well. --Joanne Howe CIV ICS CLASS When at last the entire Eighth Grade is assembled for their first period Civics class it is usually well past nine. They're off to a rambunctious start with the tossing of books and a few other minor details but finally order prevails. The first question falls upon Nancy who has been known to evasively answer, Have you noticed the clearance sale for tie- pins at the Bon Marche ? This starts a heated discussion on the subject of tie-pins and things in general, with each person trying to prolong the conversa- tion. Then some ambitious little brain pipes up with, Wasn't the next question about the Fifteenth Amendment ? That brings us down to earth once more. After a few painful questions concerning the Fifteenth Amendment, a hopeful individ- ual inquires, Weren't we going to have a movie this morning? 0 We OO' an l -Q O A ' . ,ielifl .' of l , X .3 ,,f,,5,,i tie 'Pr ' .,,u.,w '..--P' EH

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56 g gg M g g Q DOMINANT MOVEMENTS Livengood takes over for the musical end of the class and soon volumes of Tchaikowsky's 5th or Grieg's lullabies may be heard lifting lazily from the room. Just as our heads begin to nod a series of giggles begins as several pictures done by the current painters under discussion are passed around. Then ensue several conversations about the queerness of such an artist by nearly everyone except, of course, the Mrs. Pruneface face behind the plant. Suddenly the bell rings, all is quietg from the direction of the plant a sigh is heard: Mrs. Pruneface is dead-and we're ex- CUSGC1- -Joan Broughton LUNCH HOUR There comes a time each day when there is a general rush for the dining room. After Grace has been sung there is always a de- bate at each table as to who should get the food. Each girl is just as hungry as the other but too lazy to exert any extra energy which might be needed to rise from her chair and get the main dish. Finally some polite little 7th Grader is bullied into getting it. This of course isn't always the case. At one table, for example, a senior gets the food while six or seven freshmen wait with glut- tonous looks. After everyone has been served there is a steady clinking of silverware and dishes which usually results in a few spoons dropped on the floor or a pitcher of milk upset on a table. The art of eating is a delicate task and very few accomplish this until they get to be seniors. The seniors eat with grace although many of the girls fail to see this. After the dinner, comes of course. the dessert. While some turn up their noses at it others get the benefit of two to three desserts. This art requires study as it isn't everyone who can develop the proper technique. After the meal the girls are required to carry their dishes to the wagon. This gives good training to them and some get to be quite skilled in carrying many dishes at once to avoid making extra trips. All in all the lunch hour proves to be the happiest hour of the school day and affords much relaxation from the general grind. Everyone