Calhoun School - Ink Pot Yearbook (New York, NY)

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ink pot gateaux de riz Les Personnages: Madame Duponf La bonne Caroline Le iuge Monsieur Duponf Scene I La scene se passe dans la cuisine de Madame Duponf. L'l'1eure-apres le deieuner. Mme. Duponf se prepare a faire des gafeaux de riz: Caroline regarde. Mme. D: Horace, ie veux dire M. Duponf, ne sera-f-il pas surpris, Caroline! Eh bien, ce mafin seulemenf, il me disaif: Fifi cherie il m'appeIIe Fifi fouf courf, au lieu de Josephine, vous savez-Fifi, ie voudrais que vous sachiez faire la cuisine! J'en suis fombee des nues Apr:-S lui avoir di+ que ie m'e+ais leve 5 5 heures pour re arer ses cerea es! gasoline: Oui, ie sais, mais .... Mme. D: Oli! Je sais ce que vous allez dire. El: bien, efaif-ce ma faufe si i'ai pris la mauvaise boife ef si i'ai mis du riz au lieu de semoule. Caroline: Pour vous dire la verife .... Mme. D.: Je savais que vous me donneriez raison. Eh bien, ie vais lui monfrer! Mes gafeaux de riz vonf le faire fenir franquille. Mainfenanf, Caroline, ne difes pas un seul mof. Je vais faire cela enfieremenf par moi- meme. ll ne pourra pas dire que vous ne m'avez aidee. Si, ie vous demande quelque chose, ne me difes rien. J'ai noul ce qu'il me fauf. Je sais que c'esf le riz parce que c'esf la boife opposee e ce e e ce mafin. Caroline: Mais, Madame, ceffe boife .... Mme. D.: Caroline, ie ne veux pas que vous me disiez quoi que ce soif. J'ai foufz le sucre, le laif, le beurre, le riz, la farine, les oeufs, ef le livre de receffes. Ne difes pas un mof. Voyons! Ou esf-ce que i'en efais! Vous meffez dans .... Oli! oui. meffez deux fasses de riz. Caroline: Mais, Madame .... Mme. D.: Non ne difes rien. Ou esf la fasse? Oh, voici! Mainfenanf aioufons le sucre lenfemenf. Caroline: Oh, Madame, vous avez mis .... Mme. D.: Mainfenanf. ne me derangez pas-farine-oeufs ef laif. J'ai mis le beurre, n'esf-ce pas, Caroline? Caroline: Mais, ie pense, Madame, que vous .... Mme. D.: Oli! Ne me difes rien! J'en meffrai encore un peu pour faire bonne mesure, cela ne fera rien, n'es+-ce pas? Caroline: Maisie ne pense pas que .... Mme. D.: Oh! par grace! Ne me difes pas ce qu'il fauf que ie fasse! C's1' une chose que ie veux faire moi-meme, voila! Mainfenanf dans le fourneau! EST-ce qu'Horace ne va pas efre surpris! ll m'esf impossible d'a++endre! Scene ll Caroline: Voile commenf c'es+ arrive, Vofre Honneur. Elle ne voulaif pas que ie lui dise qu'elle meffaif du sel pour du sucre, de la semoule pour du riz ef du sucre pour de la farine. Peuf-on en vouloir a Monsieur s'il a iefe le fouf par la fenefre? Le judge: Hurn . . . um . . . sifuafion delicafe, +res delicafe! Mme. D.: Voulez-vous dire que vous m'avez laissee faire sans me dire. Caroline: Mais, Madame, vous .... Mme. D.: Ne me repondez pas, ie vous renvoie. lSe fournanf vers son mari, assis a une aufre fable! Oh! Horace cheri, ie regreffe fam' de m'e+re mise en colere! ie ne ferai lus de cuisine, ie 'le le promefs! Horace: i c'es'r une promesse, fu peu revenir e la maison, mais . . . e l'essai! Mme. D.: Oli! Horace! lElle commence a pleurerl. JUNIOR ll. forfy'seven

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ink poi secret passions of an undergraduate GAUNT and Treckled was my kid broTher aT The brave age oT sixTeen and a half. Hopelessly overcome by some presenT Teminine TIaTTery, Bobby was a problem chilp. For anyone sTudy:ng a course in adolescenf psychology he would have been a per ecT specimen To ana ze. AT one Time during his illusTrious career Ialong aThIeTic linesl Bobby's acTions were becoming a biT puzzling. He wasn'T a bad young one, buT, like all bo s, a liTTle unTidy, and a comb never ran Through his Tair hair buT once a day. How, like a clean spring wind. he blossomed inTo a perTecT genTIeman. His Tormer habiTs were mainly To run abouT The house knocking everyThing over in his paTh and leaving a scene behind him which resembled a sTreeT in war-Torn Madrid. WhaT was This change ThaT had come over him? His shoes were meTiculously shined each morning, and his hair, paTenT- IeaThered careTuIly, looked like Pinaud's TavoriTe adverTisemenT. OT course There was Carolinji picTure on hif burciaud? BuT he always complained abouT girls geTTing in his wa an ow sooner or aTer e' 'oin a monasTer . Y Well, one Tine morning, Bobby approachedyme aTTer breakTasT, and wiTh a grin on his Tace said, Come on, Sis, how abouT Two biTs? Sunkl I ThoughT: he saw me come in aT Three lasT nighT. He goT my IasT quarTer, and Trom Then on I kep+ an eye on him more closely Than ever. IT only I could discover whaT grade he had made on his French exam! CerTainIy, if he had passed, he wouldn'T keep ThaT a secreT Trom his ever-admonishing parenTs. And yeT iT couIdn'T be ThaT. Bobby was sTruggling againsT someThing sTilI greaTer Than he could cope wiTh. Poor kid, he asked Tor money, and I accused him oT Taking iT as hush money. Feeling an overwhelming surge oT older- sisTer responsibiliTy, I decided To aTTack This subiecT wiTh all The TacT and s mpaThy I could musTer: Poor Bobby, he is even now brooding up in his room insTeadl oT doing his homework. His li+TIe hearT breaking Tor wanT oT someone To confide in. Up I ran The TIigh+ oT sTairs To Bobby's room and opened The door slowly. There in The mirror I could see a reTIecTion oT him making The queeresT Taces and muTTering To be, or noT To be. I had all I could do To keep myself from shouTing wiTh laughTer as I Turned my back To slip ouT, when he spied me and called me back! ExerTing all his manliness he succeeded in quieTIy ThrusTing me inTo a chair. WiTh his hand covering his mouTh and one TooT unyieldingly placed on my poor Toe, he proceeded like This- HonesT, Sis, I love you, buT l won'T be responsible if l kill you or sumpin'. You musT never Tell whaT you iusT saw me doing. WiTh This he made me swear never To uTTer a word abouT his aspiraTions. He Then unToIded his Tale To me. He was going To be one oT The greaTesT Shakespearen acTors in The world. The money he Took was very sensibly in- vesTed in an impressive green covered book enTiTled How To ACT in Shakespeare! Dramas in TwenTy Easy Lessons. And a sub-TiTIe, Overcome STage Frighf by Fol- lowing Bill Shakespeare's Ten Easy Rules. Goodness! Bobby was going To be an acTor. And whaT is iT people say abouT girls being sTage sTruck? CHARLOTTE Sl-INIPKIN, '38. a valued treasure THE nighT is mosT exquisiTe and rare. IT gives The heavens Their holiesT hue. The sTars are sTudded againsT Their ebony background, and The divine moon shows above The Tops oT The snow-shining mounTains. NighT is The moTher oT ThoughTs and puTs old cares To TlighT. Some say ThaT nighT brings our Troubles To The lighT, raTher Than banishes Them. ThaT is noT True: iT Iulls The world To sleep and gives back The losT delighTs ThaT The soul once possessed. A dewy Treshness Tills The silenT air: no misT obscures, nor cloud, nor speck, nor sTain breaks The serene oT heaven. How beauTiTuI is f1l9h+! FANNIE MILLER, '39, TorTy-six

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ink pot dogs PEOPLE say ThaT a dog is man's besT friend. Whoever firsT said ThaT musT have been a greaT lover of dogs, as l am. A dog is greaT company, even when he is old and cannoT do Tricks. He can make you feel well again, if he is wiTh you when you are sick. He can make you feel as if The whole world were wiTh you, when you are alone. IT does noT maTTer wheTher he be a liTTle Terrier or a big SainT Bernard, he will make you happy. lf you live in The ciTy, a liTTle Terrier will give you much pleasure, going wiTh you every- where. ln The counTry, a lovely seTTer or spaniel is a good companion, especially if you go ouT hunfing wiTh him. Some people buy a dog because They see ThaT everyone has one, buT They soon grow To love iT, noT because iT is a dog like Their besT friend has, buT because iT is Theirs and They love iTs sorrowful eyes or iTs happy bark. I Think The saying, Man's besf friend is his dog, will live forever. NATALIE SILVER, '42, farewell NT was Edward MacDonald's lasT Trip and all his friends were There To see him off To his home Town-all his friends who had seen, as The expression goes, a small Town boy make good in The big ciTy of New York, and now. Edward MacDonald was going home. The silvery sTream-lined Train whizzed info The sTaTion wiTh all The smooTh speed of The age ThaT provided iT. Bidding Their friends goodbye, all The passengers boarded The Train. The shriek of The whisfle, as The Train pulled ouT of The sTaTion, seemed To symbolize The Tension felT by his friends as Edward MacDonald was going home To be buried. JOYCE GOODMAN, '39. my class There are Two gigglers in mg' class, By The names of Salmon an Kass. When we're worried or when we're blue, We always have our liTTle Sue. Good old Sallee, on The job, Wifh a hanky when we sob. Marilyn makes an awful din, Abouf her favoriTe, Errol Flynn. GEANE LINZ, '4-2. I'I18I'y Ell'II'IE l'ler hair The hue of golden sands, The golden sands of many lands: Her e es The color of The skies, And The oceans ThaT far disTanT lie: l-ler lips so beaufiful, cherry red. Like Tulips of my flower bed. My Mary Anne. SALLEE FOX, '42, forfy-eighf