College Preparatory School - Milestone Yearbook (Cincinnati, OH)

Text from Pages 1 - 136 of the 1958 volume:

MILESTONE rage Two IN V. 76 IN MEMORIAM RUTH RUSS ELL JON ES 1899-1958 The poignancy of her passing is shared by all who knew her. It has been sensitively expressed by Cl former colleague and friend: . . it is almost impossible to grasp the fact that Miss Jones will no longer be a port of our lives and that her bright and gay spirit has left its earthly habitation. 'lFew people have been blessed with such a scintil- lating personality and the ability to enjoy such a wide circle of friends. Her intellectual curiosity, her varied interests, and her love of being alive enabled her to 'drink deep of the Pierian spring'. Though her loss seems irreparable and only time will reconcile us to it, we should be thankful that we were privileged to work with her, to play with her, and to laugh with her. Camilla H. Park and it has also been deeply felt by her pupils: We, the girls of the College Preparatory School, feel a personal loss at the death of our beloved Head- mistress. Associated with the school since 1923, she endeared herself to all with her courage, her sincerity, and her sense of human We are dedicated to uphold the ideals set for us by Miss Jones The Class of 1958. Page Three Page Four DEDICATION In keeping with the theme of time, we, the Class of 1958, wish to dedicate the MILESTONE to Mrs. John C. Klum Mrs. Julius C. Geisler Mrs. Charles E. Pruden who, as the teachers of the kindergarten, first, and second grade pupils, respectively, have given these children, through their sincere and devoted eHorts, c1 hrm foundation for future time. Page Five 3,11; g Ruth R. Tones Heodm';3'hess FACULTY Finge R Farah Busmrzss Manager Fannie, BameTT Rthmeh'o L L :ng g El 12:2th W Englishq'hi Hi5+or3 Rende Former H i Sforg MO reHSeisier FY9504; Grade Ed'+h H Hall . . . , L , 302ml swag 13mm Educnhm $g . Ed +h HAH r 33ieficia$1 r 4 - maxim m w music Page Six Ed'xmjum Sh' Kern r - CKium Ignghsh e 112;? mg: Ki$eqarien ' Debomh Meader FourM Grade ?u ppemrtj RV Namcetd JEan 01m?E . -' , ScienoeggWommmecs ErgiishWSzadaiS W5 g 5 H Mush Smi+h Lahn qru Spanish 6 race ? Ruden Eatond Grade i y 1551!; 3; Hmfseifa SWYT Cavoign Von SW1 SEU'ETOVH M Ham Williams Jeans; walsh V Moihemahcs Englssh Page Seven Page Eight IN APPRECIATUDN The Class of 1958 would like to give special acknowledgment to Miss Smith, who ably assumed the duties of Acting Headmistress during the ill- ness of Miss Jones. For her invaluable services to the school and especially to us, we wish to express our sincere thanks. FOREWORD As the sands of time filter through the hour glass, and the Class of 1958 drifts on to ports unknown, this MILESTONE will serve to recall to our minds the undying friendships and memorable times at C. P. S. SENIORS Page Ten SENIOR CLASS OFFICERS CLASS PRESIDENT ................................................................................................. 7 ,,,,,, Mary Lazarus CLASS VICE-PRESIDENT Gm! Phinney CLASS SECRETARY-TREASURER ............................................................................ Pafrido Kennedy CLASS COUNSELOR . .................................................................................................... Miss Jones S OLPCL 044nm g9, ZTOI'IL Thy modesfy's a candle to thy merif. Fielding Page Eleven aura J41 , gafclwin llBeaufy is nof caused; it is. Dickinson Page Twefve Saralb 44m gfflir I shall laugh myself to deafh. Shakespeare Page Thirleen Ch 510th gfem$er Smiling always with a never fading serenify of countenance Barrow Page Fourleen JQlflLan'ne Wajdey gigg5 The monuments of wit survive the monuments of power. Bacon Page Fifteen Effm cCZ-MMA El ? M5 When my cue comes, call me, and I win answer. Shakespeare Page Sixteen Jane mm EddenJen uthf's the use of worrying? Asaf Page Seventeen I x uLef's do if! Shakespeare Page Eighteen jmzflb page Eieagfandlma HLove, curiosity, freckles, and doubt. Parker Page Ninefeen JQren Jamie gauengaam! HA horse! A horse! My kingdom for a horse! Shakespeare Page Twenty pngpg JJQPP Take it from me. 0. Henry Page Twenty-one patricia WWW .1anng A cheerful life is what the Muses love. Wordsworth Page TwenIy-rwo Cd P0 4914 .4114; J64 1111 '18! me feel! the worm! Shakespeare Pugs Twenly-Ohree Ma lag We 1,ch Jaza IAMA HA5 merry as fhe day is long. Shakespeare Page TwenlyJour gm FAQ ra Effm OZ; I'Wl e l Formed to delight of once Pope Page Twenty-five jffwon Margaret Glitch ' To be an arfisf is a great thing . Barrie Po ge Twenfy-six Janka gZzageM OZ; 0V6! HThe smile that won't come off. Standish Page Twenty-seven JGtMm Mayer HA good mind possesses a kingdom. Thyestes Page Twenty-efghl jgigm'f 44mm plLinneg 1'! am in earnest. Garrison Page Tweniy-nine iii! 0? 8 Fl 8 Jae XQanAw. Tuesday's chifd is full of grace. Bray Page Thiriy SAQ Pry lament lguxlfon ' You have a nimble wit. Shakespeare Pa gs Thirty-one J0 67h 57m it is quality rufher than quonfr'fy that matters. Seneca Page Thirty on afinala Am jafem'co HNo soon'er said than done. Ennius Page Thirly-fhree inane Wingerger Your goal fhe sky. Anonymous Page Thirfy-iour JgCJMZ A9055 Wm! A miss for pleasure. Gay Page Thirry-fu've , SENIOR ACTIVITIES Completed 10 January, 1958 SALLY BALCOM: Glee Club, 9, 11, 12; Rodgers and Hart Revue , 9; Spring Concert , 11; Dramatic Club, 9, 10, 11, 12; Love is Eternal , 12; MILESTONE Photography Editor, 12; Afh1elic Awards, 9, 10, 11, ANN BALDWIN: Glee Club, 9, 10, 11, 12; Glee Club Secretary-Treasurer, 11; HRodgers and Hart Revue , 9; Spring Concert , 10, 11; Dramatic Club, 9, 10, 11, 12; Dramatic Cfub President, 12; Life with Father , 11; Love is Eternal , 12; Student Councii, 10; MILESTONE Fashion Show, 10, 11; Honorary Athletic Club, 10, 11, 12; H. A. C. Show, 10, 11; Afhletic Awards, 9, 10, 11; Blue Team Capfoin, 12. SALLY BLAIR: Honor Roll, 10,- Cincinnati Council on World Affairs Award, 11; Glee Club, 9, 11, 12; Rodgers and Hart Revue , 9; Spring Concert , 11; Dramatic Club, 9, 10, 11, 12; Love is Eternal , 12; Student Council, 12; MILESTONE Fashion Show, 12; Athletic Awards, 9, 10, 11. ELLEN BLEMKER: GquClub, 9, 10, 11, 12; Rodgers and Harf Revue , 9; Spring Concert , 10, 11; Dramatic Club, 9, 10, 11, 12; Love is Efernal , 12; Studeni Council, 11; Class President, 9; MILESTONE Contest Editor, 12; MILESTONE Fashion Show, 12; Athletic Awards, 9, 10, 11. KATHY BRIGGS: Honor Roll, 9, 10; Glee Club, 9, 10, 11, 12; HRodgers and Hart Revue , 9; Spring Concert , 10, 11; Dramatic Club, 9, 10, 11, 12; Love is Eternal , 12; Class Vice-Presidenf, 11; MILESTONE Co-Editor, 12; MILESTONE Liferary Awards, 11; MILE- STONE Fashion Show, 12; Afhlefic Awards, 9, 10, 11 BETSY FERGUS: Honor Roll, 9, 10; Alliance Frangoise Award, 11; Glee Club, 9, 10, 11, 12; Rodgers and Hart Revue , 9; Spring Concert , 10, 11; Glee Club Accompanist. 10; Dramatic Club, 9, 10, 11, 12; NCurious Savage , 9; HLadies in Refirement , 10; Life with Fafher , 11; Love is Eternal , 12; Isabelle McCoy Dramatic Cup, 9, 11; Student Council President, 12; Class Secretory-Treasurer, 9; Class President, 11; MILESTONE Junior Representative, 11; M1LESTONE Assistonf leofography Editor, 12; MILESTONE Fashion Show, 12; Honorary Athletic Club, 10, 11, 12; H;A.C. Show, 10, 11; Badminton Cup, 11; Athletic Awards, 9, 10, 11. PUFF FESSENDEN: Glee Club, 9, 10, 11, 12; HRodgers and Hart Revue , 9; Spring Concert , 10, 11; Dramatic Club, 9, 10, 11, 12; Class Vice-Presidem, 10; MILESTONE Fashion Show, 12; Athleiic Awards, 9, 10. ; Page Thfnysix HAPPY FORD: Glee C1ub, 9, 10, 11, 12; Rodgers and Hart Revue , 9; Spring Concert 10, 11; Dramatic Club, 9, 10, 11, 12; HLife with Fafher , 11; '1Love is Eternal , 12; Honorary Athletic Club, 10, 11, 12; H.A.C. President, 12; H.A.C. Show, 10, 11; Bad- minton Cup, 11; Tennis Cup, 10, 11; Ping Pong Cup, 10, 11; Gold Team Copfain, 12; Athletic Awards, 9, 10, 11. JUDY FRIEDLANDER: Sacred Heurf Academy, 9, 10; Glee Club, 11, 12; Spring Concert , 11; Dramatic Club, 11, 12; MILESTONE Humor Editor, 12. KAREN GRAVENGAARD: Glee Club, 9, 10, 11, 12; Rodgers and Hart Revue , 9; Spring Concerl , 10, 11; Dramatic Club, 9, 11, 12; MILESTONE Junior Representative, 11; MILESTONE Secretary, 12. PENNY HEPP: Glee Club, 9, 10, 11, 12; Rodgers and Her? Revue , 9; Spring Concert , 10,11; Glee ClubLibrariun,10;Dramatic C1ub,9, 11,12; Life with Father , 11; '1Love is Eternal , 12; MILESTONE Advertising Manager, 12; Honorary Athletic Ciub, 10, 11, 12,- H.A.C. Show, 10, 11; Afhletic Awards, 9, 10, 11. PAT KENNEDY: Woodward High School, 9, 10; Glee Club, 11, 12; Spring Concerf , 11; Glee Club President, 12; Dramatic Club, 11, 12; Class Secretory-Treasurer, 12. CAROLYN KUHN: Glee Club, 9, 10, 11, 12; Rodgers and Her? Revue , 9; Spring Con- cert , 10, 11; Dramatic Club, 9, 10, 11, 12; Life with Father , 11; Love is Efernal , 12; Student Council, 9; Honorary Athletic Club, 12; A'rhlelic Awards, 9, 10, 11. MARY LAZARUS: Glee Club, 12; Dramatic Club, 9, 10, 11, 12; Love is Eternal , 12; Student Council, 11; Cfoss Treasurer, 11; Class President, 12; MILESTONE Assistant Advertising Manager, 12; MILESTONE Fashion Show, 10, 12; Athletic Awards, 9, 10, 11. BARBIE LERNER: Walnut Hills High School, 9,- Glee Club, 10, 11, 12; Spring ConcerI , 10, 11; Dramatic Club, 10, 11, 12; Student Council, 11; Sfudeni Council Secretary- Treasurer, 11; Athletic Awards, 10, 11. LEE LUCHT: Shaker Heighfs High School, 9, 10; Glee C1Ub, 11, 12; Spring Concert , 11. BETH LYFORD: Glee Club, 9, 10, 11, 12; Rodgers and Hart Revue , 9; Spring Concert , 10, 11,- Dramatic Club, 9, 10, 11, 12; Dramatic Club Vice-Presiden'r, 11; MILESTONE Co-Editor, 12; MILESTONE Fashion Show, 12; Honorary Athletic Club, 12; Athletic Awards, 9, 10, 114 Page Thiriyaeven KATHLEEN MAYER: Alliance Frcngaise Award, 11; Glee Club, 11, 12; Spring Concert , 11; Dramafic Club, 9, 10, 11, 12; Life with Father , 11; Love is Eternal , 12; MILE- STONE Business Manager, 12; MILESTONE Fashion Show, 12; Athletic Awards, 9, 11. GAIL PHINNEY: Mercantile Library Award, 11; Glee Club, 9, 10, 11, 12; 11Rodgers and Hart Revue , 9; Spring Concert , 10, 11; Dramatic Club, 9, 11; Student Councii, 9; Class Vice-Presidenl, 10, 12,- Athleiic Awards, 9, 10, 11. CISSIE RADEKER: Woodward High SchooF, 9, 10; Honor Roll, 11; Glee Club, 11, 12; Spring Concerf , 11; DromofEc Club, 11, 12; HLove is Eternal , 12,- Student Council, 12; MILE; STONE Fashion Show, 12. SHERRY RUXTON: Glee Club, 9,10,11, 12; Spring Concerf1',10,11;Dramatic Club, 10, 11, 12; Student Council, 10; MILESTONE Art Editor, 12. J0 ELLEN SHORE: Woodward High School, 9,- Glee Club, 12; Dramatic Club, 10, 12; Love is Eternal , 12,- Afhletic Award, 10. LINDA TALERICO: Grossepointe High School, 9, 10, 11,- Glee Club, 12; Dramatic Club, 12; Love is Efernal ,12. DIANE WEINBERGER: Walnut Hills High Schooi, 9, 10, 11,- Glee Club, 12; Dramatic Club, 12. LYDIA WOOD: Glee Club, 9, 10, 11, 12; Rodgers and Hart RevueH, 9; nSpring Concert , 10,11; Dramatic Club, 9,10,11,12. Page Thirfy-eighf THE SILVER TEA In kindergarten we started our trail With Karen, Kuhn, Squeeks, Kathleen, and Gail. In the first grade no one else come at all; In the second came Ferg, Sherry, and Saulst Lydia Wood arrived next year Adding to our cup of cheer. Our Beth appeared next in grade five; The class was really coming alive. The sixth grade bounced qung with pep; And seventh brought Ford, Puff, Luz, and Hepp. In the eighth come Blemish and the Spider. Our class was certainly growing wider. Dear Briggsie came in our ninth year, We loved her, with her Wiggly ear. In Sophomore year the work was swellin', In came Barbie and Jo EIIen. In Junior year we added four, Pat, Cissie, Frieds, and Lee, whatIs more. To the Senior class come Deeunn and Tols. This ended the list of our new gals. Our trail of time has ended here, We Seniors hold these friendships dear. Page Th irtyen ine l N UTES... cissie Page Forty buye- FoHy-one O sax: $md..-- VodShoquH' Have. Dane 1+1 , Hre You. Huuonaeua? hag I IMraJUCQ... Page Forfy-iwo ' we 1392s 71'1qu wag, Frieds! MushKfngl 90 On! T5141: Yukoni Im Recidglj DidV YouTake I+ Yef? Uh 'sThod' Bauble vamd 3MB R'bbm ggzwau Kn'ou Posed Much? , qour Neck? winner! we 62ng Page Forfyrthree Wm Increaam ., Judg' Hosem The. Bionds - iEngdgTvadd. Page Forfy-four THE JUNIOR CLASS uNever idle a moment . LongfeHow BOTTOM TO TOP: FIRST ROW: Gibby Bowman, JiH Greve, Mary Reis, Sherry Noonan, Judy Shapleigh, Louise Huss. SECOND ROW: Diana Head, Jone'r Eyler, Mariorie Kuhn, Jill Eggeno, Ellen Kuhn, Koren Sfueve. NOT IN PICTURE: Deanna Defmer, Susan Tiefig. CLASS OFFICERS: President Diana Head Vice-President .................................................................................................................. Gibby Bowman Class Counselor ........................................................................................................................ Miss Smith Page Forfy-six THE SOPHOMORE CLASS A little nonsense now and then . Anonymous LEFT TO RIGHT: F!RST ROW: Louise Kuhn, Sondra Currier, Eleanor Kinney. SECOND ROW: Jill Whitman, Margaret Rowan, Sully Wren. THIRD ROW: Barbara Brewster, Lucinda Martin, Jon Vogel, Margiedell Steven; STANDING: Nancy Banker, Susan Elliott, Stephanie SiHner, Kathleen Colferol, Rundol Foote, Jill Heberling, Susan Whitehouse, Barbara Kaiser, Caroline Hackney, Koren Anderson, Carol Cutler, Sally Peuse, Elana Rhodes, Tina Clark, Natalie PIoHenburg, Margaret Collier. NOT IN PICTURE: Luise Bruns, Sunny Peters, Gale Rogers. CLASS OFFICERS: President .............................................................................................................................. Sandra Currier Vice-Presidenf Louise Kahn Secretory-Treasurer ........................................................................................................... Eleanor Kinney Class Counselor Mrs. Pierce Page Forfy-seven THE FRESHMAN CLASS Hooks fhe whole world in the face . . Longfellow LEFT TO RIGHT: FIRST ROW: Leslie Bennett Mary Jeanne Herrlinger, Sarah Adair. SECOND ROW: Elizabefh Ferguson, Patricia Gardiner, Mary Phinney, Catherine Bowman, Joan Butlrick, Barbara White, Meredith Fuller, Jill Johnston. THIRD ROW: Livezey Hickenlooper, Jane Ruxton, Barbara Jones, Carol Fromm,Sandra Purcell,Melody Richard- son, Ellen Wood, Ann Evans, Tina Ford, Ann Thornberry, Virginia Vockell, Beth Krebs, Susan Donaldson, Stephanie Selberf. NOT IN PICTURE: Joan Brewster, Melanie Maddox, Mary Jane Reemelin. CLASS OFFICERS: President ................................................................................................................ Mary Jeanne Herrfinger Vice-Presidenf ........................................................................................................................ Leslie Bennett Secretary-Treasurer .................................................................................................................. Sarah Adair Class Counselor ........................................................................................................................ Miss Walsh Page Foriy-eight THE EIGHTH GRADE ' How pleasant fo know! Lear LEFT TO RIGHT: FIRST ROW: thelyn Albrecht, Mary Torr, Koihleen Eby. SECOND ROW: Lynn Stork, Judith Flugel, Linda Eberfs, Dole DeFosset. THIRD ROW: Ann Davis, Diane Domoe, Catherine Luhrman, Nancy Pagel. FOURTH ROW: Mary Morgan, Susan Worrener, Merrilyn Bordes, Carol Lazarus, Valerie Cutler, Borboro Def- ien, Sandra Van Court Cherry Kraus, Barbara Huenefeld, Molly Marx, Bonnie Burns, Sherry Walker, Charlotte Lackmun, Peggy Baremon, Deborah Ratliff NOT IN PICTURE: Julia Broodfoot, Leslie Judd. CLASS OFFICERS: President ...................................................................................................................................... Mary Torr Vfce-Presr'denr Erhelyn Albrecht Secretory-Treasurer .Kafhleen Eby Class Counselor Mrs Cufler Page FarPy-m'ne THE SEVENTH GRADE HSomefhing cffempfed, something done. Longfellow LEFT TO RIGHT: FIRST ROW: Betsey Rowold, Robin Millon, Jone Thompson. SECOND ROW: Eileen Brewster, Joan Mothes, Elizabeth Ditmars, Linda Smith, Denyse Tunison, Sharon Nelson, ReMe Lu Boiteaux, Carol Tyler, Catherine Jones, Meianfe Peters, Ellen Gillespie, Maryellen Hagen, Jane Pierson, Susan Kaufman. NOT IN PICTURE: Jean Donaldson, Lesley Withenbury. CLASS OFFICERS: President .................................................................................................................................. Robin Millon VicerPresident ...................................................................................................................... Betsey Rowold Secretary-Treosurer . Jane Thompson Class Counselor .................................................................................................................... Mrs. Williams Page Fifly THE SIXTH GRADE II M. , , . Every age has its pleasures. Despreaux LEFT TO RIGHT: FIRST ROW: Linda Bartlett, Leo Ferguson, Susan Balcom. SECOND ROW: Shelly DeFosseT, Ann Srurk, Susan Sampson THIRD ROW: Jacqueline Stroder, Charlotte Bury, Michele Mcckeller. FOURTH ROW: Carolyn Adnee, Erica Hahn, Elbrey Harrell. FIFTH ROW: Frances Dodd, Barbara Klayf, BeHy Bryan? SIXTH ROW: Linda White, Susan Schwartz. SEVENTH ROW: Mary Jo Woolford, Georgina Lowe. CLASS OFFICERS: President ................................................................................................................................. Leo Ferguson Vice-Presid'enr ........................................................................ . ...................... .. Linda Bartlett Secretary-Treasurer ...................... , ............................................................... VSusan Balcom C1055 Counselor ............................................................................................................................ Mrs. Hall Page Fffrywme THE FIFTH GRADE HA5 busy as bees.' Lyb' LEFT TO RIGHT: HRST ROW: Anne Taylor, Eleanor Lazarus, Ann Bartietf, Kathleen McLaurin. SECOND ROW: Martha White, Jill Rosenfeld, Martha Millan, Jo Ann Presron. THIRD ROW: Deborah Hinckley, Jane Maddox, Deborah Barrows, Helena Sive. FOURTH ROW: Susan Mixter, Virginia Coates, Marie Loring, Carol Smith, Corinne Pennington, Sally Gordon, Jane Roach, Sandra Love, Catherine Detien, Marjorie Davis, Mary Moore Thomson, Margaret Lazarus, Britfcin Bardes, Christine Moore. NOT IN PICTURE: Laura Keys, Celia Dodd. CLASS OFF!CERS: President ............................................................................................................................ Eleanor Lazarus Vr'ce-Presidenf ................................................... mAnne Taylor Secretary-Treosurer .................................................................................................................. Ann Bartlett Class Counselor Mademonselle Delory Page Fifry-Iwo THE FOURTH GRADE Some credif in being jolly. Dickens LEFT TO RIGHT: FIRST ROW: Virginia Stark, Alice MoHaf, Jean Goodman, Catherine Ludeke. SECOND ROW: Kathryn Lunken, Amy Hunter, Patricio Hilberg, Claire Thompson, Beth Wagner. THIRD ROW: Sara Doepke, Ann Gefz, Cynthia Kuhn, Linda Lackmon, Diana Henry, Ann Westheimer, Dierdre Szego, Nancy Amundsen, Kristin Lowe. CLASS OFFICERS: President Jean Goodman Vice-Presidenf Cufherlne Ludeke Secretory .................................................................................................................................. Alice MoEut TreasurerVIrgInIa Stark Class Counselor Mrs Meader Page Fiffy-Ihree THE THIRD GRADE ' Now what I want is facts! Dickens LEFT TO RIGHT: FIRST ROW.- Shannon Kelly, Sarah Rooch. SECOND ROW: Katherine Davis, Cynthia Goodman. THIRD ROW: Ellen Evans, Carolyn Woodhouse, Doro Lewis, Jane Pope, Margaret Farmer, Jerri Heitz, Linda Bright, Anne Jellinek, Sally Slickerman, Susan Skilken, Lois Kinney. CLASS OFFICERS: President .................................................................................................................................. Sarah Roach Vice-Presr'denf Katherine Davis Secretory ................................................................................................................................ Shannon Kelly Treasurer ...................................................................................................................... Cynthia Goodman Class Counsefor ..................................................................................................................... Miss Kemper Page Fihy-four THE SECOND GRADE n HA smaHering of everything . Dickens LEFT TO RIGHT: FIRST ROW: Rhonda Schmidt, Holly Drew, Grace Thompson, Margo Lunken, Susan Smith. SECOND ROW: Deborah Daniel, Sharon Sfrasser, Nancy Goodman, Cheri Sampson. NOT 1N PICTURE: Christine Adnee. Class Counselor ....................................................................................................................... Mrs. Pruden Page Filry-Hve THE FIRST GRADE 'With a the hopes of future years . . Longfellow LEFT TO RIGHT: FIRST ROW: Deborah Meyer, Nancy Osher, Kathryn Rudclier, SECOND ROW: Michaela Hahn, Florence Phinney, Holly Thompson, Linda Barren, Debrah Buchovich, Wendy Beth Pastor, Pamela Summis, Guy Peters. NOT iN ?ICTURE: Jody Taylor. Class Counselor ....................................................................................................................... Mrs. Geisler Page Fifly-six THE KINDERGARTEN Out of fhe moufhs of babes . . Book of Common Prayer LEFT TO RIGHT: FIRST ROW: Gino Uber, Mary Higbie, Reed BurfieH, Jr. SECOND ROW: Julia Jones, Lucy Slickerman, Lucy Befts, June Janes, Richard Mitchell, Jr., Ellen Wolf, Joseph Wiley, Deborah Elliott, William Wulsin, Michael Jacobs. THIRD ROW: Ruth Mitchell, Patricia Rosen, Dione Ackerman, Denise Ostendorf, Seymour Langshaw, Liso Grosse, Nancy Woodhouse, Mary MoHat, Susan Goodman, Gus Sfuhireyer, Marilyn Scripps, Jeffrey Heller, Anni Muchf, Cameron Kofler. FOURTH ROW: Mrsv Klum, Mrs, Huntley. NOT IN P1CTURE: Sandra Flugel, Page Thompson, Sam Osher, Prenfice Chatfield, Cheleste Tait. Page Fifly-seven P R I Z E P HOTOS 0'10st 'ginal p Funnicsf . ' 13 'I'hd. You, Sewggghydv . , Shark? 3an 9H Qrgund P- P ; $?mngek in ?amdisek . . .L n Don ? cu. whofs Our um? . Gd' 1+, huh? Page Fiffy-efghi A C T I V I T I E S QUIZ 1 m homol- 5+udr1izall TheSI'un'ehT DUhClI JVVL Page FFHy-m'ne THE STUDENT COUNCIL Honesty is always the best poh'cy. Washington LEFT TO RIGHT; SEATED: Mary Reis, Betsy Fergus. STANDiNG: Sarah Adair, Sally Blair, Sally Pease, Carol Fromm, Barbara Kaiser, Sherry Noonan, Cissie Radeker, Peggy Bcieman, Dole DeFosset. OFFICERS: President .................................................................................................................................. Betsy Fergus Secretary-Treasurer ...................................................................................................................... Mary Reis Page Sixiy THE MILESTONE BOARD NUnifed we stand,- divided we fall. Aesop Co-Editor, Literary ........................................................................................................................ Kathy Briggs Co-Edifor, Financial ........................................................................................................................ Beth Lyford Business Manager .................................................................................................................. Kathleen Mayer Advertising Manager .................................................................................................................... Penny Hepp Assisfonr Advem'sing Manager .................................................................................................. Mary Lazarus Phofogrcphy Editor ...................................................................................................................... Sally Bolcom Assistonf Phoiography Editor ........................................................................................................ Betsy Fergus Humor Editor .......................................................................................................................... Judy Friedlander Art Editor .................................................................................................................................... Sherry Ruxfon Confest Editor .............................................................................................................................. Elten Blemker Secretary ............................................................................................................................ Karen Gruvengaurd Junior Representaiives .................................................................................................................. Diana Head Ellen Kuhn Adviser .............................................................................................................................................. Mrs. Juhel Assistant Adviser ............................................................................................................................ Mrs. Cutler Page Sixly-one rFHE GLEE CLUB HWe are the music makers . O'Shaughnessy LEFT TO RIGHT: FIRST ROW: Sherry Ruxfon, Puff Fessenden, Ellen Blemker, Lydia Wood, Judy Friedlander, Kathleen Mayer, Kathy Briggs, Lee Lucht, Betsy Fergus, Barbie Lerner, Mary Lazarus, Linda Tulerico, Beth Lyford, Ann Baldwin, Happy Ford, Cissie Radeker, Penny Hepp, Sully Blair, Carolyn Kuhn, Jo Ellen Shore, Sally Bulcom. SECOND ROW: Virginia VocheH, Sarah Adair, Joan Bulfrick, Jilf Johnston, Nancy Banker, Jill Whitman, Eleanor Kinney, Randal Foote, Margiedell Stevens, Mary Phinney, Barbara Jones, Susan Elliott, Mefody Richardson. THIRD ROW: Put Gardiner, Jill Heberling, Stephanie Siffner, Barbara Brewster, Meredith Fuller, Livezey Hicken- Jooper, Katherine Bowman, Mary Herrlinger, Ellen Kuhn, Judy Shupleigh, Sherry Noonan, Jill Greve, Jonef Eyler, Diana Head, Lucinda Martin, Koren Anderson, Sally Wren, Sandra Currier, Carol Fromm, Beth Krebs, Ann Evans, Barbara White, Jane Rux'ron, Stevie Selbert. FOURTH ROW: Jill Eggena, Tina Clark, Sally Pease, Nan Plattenburg, Louise Huss, Peggy Collier, Leslie Bennett, Ellen Wood, Elana Rhodes, Susan Whitehouse, Karen Stueve, Gibby Bowman, Jon Vogel, Tina Ford, Ann Thornberry, Susan Donaldson, Barbara Kaiser, Carol Curler. OFFICERS: Presidenf .................................................................................................................................. Pu? Kennedy Secretary-Treasurer ...................................................................................................................... Mary Reis Librarian .............. ..Curoline Hackney Adviser .................................................................................................................................... Mrs. Huntley Page Siny-Iwo THE DRAMATIC CLUB The world's a theafre, the earth a stage. Heywood LEFT TO RiGHT: FIRST ROW: Sherry Ruxfon, Ellen Fessenden, Lydia Wood, Judy Friedlander, Linda Talerico, Kathleen Mayer, Ellen Blemker, Betsy Fergus, Barbara Lerner, Mary Lazarus, Beth Lyford, Happy Ford, Cissie Radeker, Kathy Briggs, Penny Hepp, Carolyn Kuhn, Sally Biuir, Sally Bolcom, Jo Ellen Shore, Pat Kennedy. SECOND ROW: Lucinda Martin, Barbara Brewster, S1ephunie Sihner, Jill Whitman, Eleanor Kinney, Randol Fooie, Jill Heberling, Gibby Bowman, Ann Baldwin, Tina Clark, Elana Rhodes, Mcrgcref Rowan, Susan Elliott, Kathleen Cotteral, Mary Phinney, Barbara Jones. THIRD ROW: Ann Evans, Melody Richardson, Penny Ferguson, Livezey Hickenlooper, Catherine Bowman, Mary Herrlinger, Peggy Collier, Koren Sfueve, Sherry Noonun, Jill Greve, Janet Eyler, Ellen Kuhn, Diana Head, Mary Reis, Sandro Currier, Karen Anderson, Sally Wren, Beth Krebs. FOURTH ROW: Susan Whifehouse, Louise Kuhn, Stephanie Selberf, Barbara White, Jane Ruxlon, Louise Huss, Non letenburg, Saliy Peose, Caroline Hackney, Tina Ford, Jun Vogel, Susan Donaldson, Ann Thornberry, Barbara Kaiser, Carol Fromm, Carol Curler. OFFICERS: President .................................................................................................................................. Ann Baldwin Vice-Presidenf .................................................................................................................... Gibby Bowman Secrerary-Treasurer ................................................................................................................... Tina Clark Adviser .................................................................................................................................... Mrs. Merriam Page Sixfy-rhree THE HONORARY ATHLETIC CLUB If is a poor sport fhaf is not worth the candle. Longfellow LEFT TO RIGHT: FIRST ROW: Penny Hepp, Ann Baldwin, Gibby Bowman, Sherry Noonon, Judy Shupleigh. SECOND ROW: Solfy Pease, Elana Rhodes, Beth Lyford, Betsy Fergus, Carolyn Kuhn, Tina Clark. THIRD ROW: Happy Ford. Adviser .......................................................................................................................................... Miss Harrison Page Sixry-four THEALARHERS 5;;S'dgggh g FrL'od'IBij ms 3? baa 7 Snake! , buffer; Page Sixiy-fivc SCHOOL CALENDAR 1957 - 1958 Complete to March, 1958 Sepfember 19 9 School opens for grades One through Twelve. September 23 9 Kindergarten opens. September 25 9 New Girls' Parly for grades Seven through Twelve September 26 9 Organization Convocation September 30 9 Symphony speakers for grades Nine through Twelve October 1 9 P.T.A.,- Seniors give a successful bake saie. chober 29 Freshman Day and Trial chober 3 9 Frizbee games outside October 12 9 Hockey Clinic of Hillsdale School October 26 9 MILESTONE Fashion Show October 30 9 Halloween Party for grades Three through Six October 31 9 Things get cold; Frizbee moves inside; there's no heat. November 1 9 Mrs. Juhel takes away the Frizbee; George burns something fha'r smells like old shoes; there is no heat. November 9 9 The Silver Tea at the home of Mrs. H. Tracy Balcom, Jr. November 19 9 Dramafic Club Play '1Love is Eternal November 27 9 Convocation, Dr. Robert Eversull November 28 81 29 9 Thanksgiving Holidays! December 4 - Senior Christmas Bazaar December 11 9 Convocation, Dr. Herrick Black Young December 20 through January 6 9 Christmas Holidays! January 8 9 Movie HCosmic Rays February 25 9 MILESTONE Convocoiion March 12 9 Sixfh Grade Fashion Show March 21 through April 7 9 Spring Holidays! April 11 9 Glee Club Spring Review April 15 9 P.T.A.; Juniors' bake sale May 21 9Class Day May 30 9 Holiday! June 4 9 School closes. June 7 9 Commencement! We never thought we'd make it. Page Sixl'y9six Page Sfxry-ev'ghl Best Al! Around ........ Most Popular POPULARITY POLL ...................................................................................................... Betsy Fergus Ann Baldwin Most Likely to Succeed Kathy Briggs Most Athletic .......... Wittiest Friendliest ................ Most School Spirit . .................................................................................................... Happy Ford Kathy Briggs ............................................................................................... Linda Tulerico ..................................................................................................... Betsy Fergus SENIOR SONG When we first came to C. P. S. We saw right away it was the best,- Every little girl in white and blue Has lots of pep and personality too. We're seniors; we're the Doherty Gals. The years that followed were full of fun; We learned our lessons every one; With H. A. C. and Drama and Glee Ciub too Every little minute there was something to do. Wetre seniors; we're the Doherty Gals. And now that our high school days are practical- ly past, We know that it's great to be a Senior at last; With all our activities the hours do fly, And before you know it, we'll be saying Good- bye. We're seniors; were the Doherty Gals. Now 'most any girl can be a Senior in school, And 'most any girl can team to follow a rule, And 'most any girl can get an A on a quiz, But a Doherty's Senior is the best that there is We're seniors; weVre the Doherty Gals. 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Page SevemyAnine Tumor Fuehion tho swans: . - Thu-Fekbson 6M Look. Page Eighty Page E iiiiiii PRIMARY PRIZE POEM THE WIND by Virginia Stark, Fourth Grade The wind in the trees Blows a soft little breeze. The trees are swaying, The leaves are playing. The wind in the trees BiOWS 0 soft little breeze. The wind makes the leaves dance; It makes them prance. The wind in the trees Blows a soft tittle breeze. There is one thing about it, You never can see it. The wind in the trees Blows a soft little breeze. We know it blows, But where it goes No one knows. eK HONORABLE MENTION LITTLE PUMPKINS by Sherry Strasser, Second Grade Little pumpkin bright Shines in the night. See his face gleam On Halloween. -K PRIMARY PROSE PRIZE MY TRIP by Diana Henry, Fourth Grade I went to Verona to see the opera. Our friend met us there; she has a little girl. The first night we saw Carmen . It is about nine when it starts; when they turn off the lights, almost every other person is holding a candle, because it has been the custom for hundreds of years. It is simply beautiful, The second night we saw La BohemeH; it was very sad but beautiful. These operas were given in the old Roman arena. I had a wonderful stay in Verona. Page Eighty-two FIRST GRADE COOPERATIVE COMPOSITION OUR TREE Our Christmas tree is very pretty. We made many ornaments. Today we shall make pop- corn. We shall string it for the tree. -K FIRST HONORABLE MENTION SUSAN'S CONSECRATION by Cynthia Goodman, Third Grade Susan is my tittlest sister. She was consecrated on Thursday. Any time from Nursery Sunday School through Third Grade Sunday School you are able to be consecrated. When you are con- secrated, the Rabbi says a prayer over yout It is a nice experience. Susan was consecrated in Plum Street Temple. It was also the day of Atonement, the day when fathers pass the Torah to sons. ex SECOND HONORABLE MENTION SEEDS TRAVEL IN AUTUMN by Holly Drew, Second Grade There are various kinds of seeds, and all of them have their OWn way of traveling. Some seeds hove sails. Some have hairs, and some have very heavy seeds that fail to the ground. -K THE MAYFLOWER II by Ellen Evans, Third Grade Last summer I saw the Mayflower in New York City. I imagine it looked like the real Mayflower that the Pilgrims came over to America on. It had big white sails, and little cabins where the men slept. There was a poop deck and a main deck and a lower deck too. I got to see the cook's cabin and the captain's cabin too. I had a good time seeing the Mayflower. INTERMEDIATE PROSE FIRST PRIZE SECOND CHANCE by Peggy Bateman, Eighth Grade The night was hot and humid. Even as late as 10:30, it was still ninety degrees. This was a night of wakefulness and of boredom - wake- fulness for Tommy Carter, as he sat on the porch of his parents' white frame house. Sleep was impossible for this little fellow of five years; his mother was aware of this; so he was permitted a rare late bedtime . He now was seated on his porch, bouncing a very worn rubber ball. Be- cause of its wornness, it was a bit unbalanced; so, in bouncing, it rolled off the porch and into the street. Tommy was off like a streak after it; and, before his parents could cry out, he was racing into the street. The car, which had seemed so far away, now seemed to be right upon the little boy. There was a small cry as a yellow convertible zoomed through, slowing tor a moment, then gaining speed once more. The second of slowness gave Tommy's frightened, yet sensible, father a chance to glimpse the num- bers on the license plate e 445 BL. This was a night of boredom for BiFF Langdan and his crowd. They sat on the steps of Bittls rundown cottage and bickered with one anothers Bilt ran with a tough crowd, all known trouble makers, but none were so well known or tough as Bilt, himself. He was overconfident, and his crowd sensed this and regarded him as their superior. Now he could feel the tension mount- ing, and their bickering became less playful and more serious. That is when he suggested they all go for a spin in his hot-rod. Yes, that is what everyone needed, to go for a spin to cool oft. Biff climbed behind the wheel! and his girl friend, Carla, slid in beside him. He roared oft with one arm on the wheel and the other around here They came off the side streets and turned in to the main road. Then one at the boys sug- gested, CHICKEN , and it was unanimously voted. They tore down the highway, shooting around and between cars, screaming at the top of their lungs, CHICKEN . Then it happened. They saw for in the distance a small boy clad in white shorts and a white tee- shirt. There was plenty of room in which to stop or at least slow down, but the pulse at excite- ment made BiH confused and wild. He was the big man around there, and he would show those kids just how well he could handle his car and how fearless he was. He would come almost up to the boy and then swerve oft to avoid him. That Would give the kids iust one more thing to talk about that Would prove his importance in the crowd. He overestimated his ability. In a roar he was upon the child, and it was too late to swerve. He slowed, out of instinct, for a second and then sped on. There was an involuntary gasp that came from the occupants of the car. Carla turned her blond head to Biff and asked, .lDo you know you iust hit that little boy? Yeah, was his blunt reply. His eyes still held that confident look they had held earlier, but she pursued farther . . . l'What's going to happen when we're caught? she asked. We ain't gonna be caught! he declared loud- Iy enough for the whole car to hear. But supposing we are, then what? llBaby, shut up! I said we're not going to be caught, and we arenlt; but, it you have to know what would happen it We were, I know the iudge like a book, He is a believer in the theory that there are no bad kids. A regular second chance man. With that he kissed her, and they drove in silence. He saw it while it was still far away, and he turned to his buddy and said, Look, Frank, isn't that a yellow convertible coming up that answers the description of the car that killed that boy? You know that message that iust came over the late report? 'You're right. Let's stop it and have a check on the plates. They stepped from the cruiser and stood waiting until the car came close enough to halt, Pull over to the side of the road, they commanded; but, instead, the car gained speed and left in a cloud of dust. That's our man, Frank shouted to his partner as they lumped into the cruiser. On and on they raced down the highway, the alticers gradually gaining speed. Then there was a loud noise as the left rear wheel of the convertible exploded and sent it into a ditch. All was silent after this. It was not hard for the police to gather all the gang into the cruiser. They went willingly, all except BiFF, who was pinned under the wheel. An ambulance was sent for him. During the ride to the station house, Carla cried the whole way. One at the boys turned to another and said, l'l hope Bitt was right about this iudge being a second chance man. Bift was thinking diFferent thoughts. As he rode to the hospital, he stared at the ceiling of the ambulance. The confidence was gone from his eyes. For at twelve, midnight, Biff Langdon faced a iudge who gave no second chance. Page Eigh ty-th ree INTERMEDIATE PROSE SECOND PRIZE HTEENAGE ANGEL by Peggy BoTeman, EighTh Grade I guess my sTory begins on IhaT hoT summer day last July When I was Trying To explain The unTimer death of my TourTeen-year-old daughTer To her IiTTIe sisTer, age Three. AIThough my grief was, of course, almost unbearable, l TeIT ThaT I musT give The younger child a beTTer idea of her death Titan iusT The Ted ThaT Tony had been killed. I began my sTory wiTh no idea of how I was going To finish iT. Chrissy, I said, siTZ-ing her down beside me on The couch, I'This is going To be a Itard Thing To explain To you, IiTTIe one. Tony will noT be coming home Today. You know ThaT she was To reTUrn Tram The lake This after- noon. Well, while coming home, The Johnson's car hit a bump in The road and skidded and HT a Truck. Everyone was iniured, buT Tony was so badly hurT ThuT God decided To Take her To Heaven wiTh Him so she wouldn'T hurT any more. Will she be back, soon, Mommy? Chrissy asked. - No, darling, I answered, she was so preTTy ThaT God made her an angel. HDoes she have a whiTe dress and halo? Probably, I answered. 'No, Mommy, I don'T Think she does. I Think ThaT she has a pair of bluejeans and a checked shirT she allays wears, 'cause slie allays said ThaT she Iikccl icons and shirTs beTTer 'un anyThing else. And GOD is so nice I'm sure ThaT He would let her wear ieans, cben if she was an angel. I didn'T laugh. I didn'T cry. BUT, as I smiled my assenT, my eyes were filled wiTh Tears. uYes, Chrissy, I guess you are righT. I guess Teenagers dress The same way even in Heaven. Chrissy was saTisFIed wiTh This explanaTion, as she was noT old enough To grasp death and somehow sTiII ThoughT ThoT Tony would come home. I TeIT Then my explonaTicn was adequaTe UT The Time; and IaTer, when Chrissy was a IiTTIe older and wondered abauT her sisTer, I could Tell her The compleTe sTory. I was noT so sure about my story when, abouT a week aTTer Tonyls deaTh, Chrissy Told a neigh- bor ThaT Tony was an angel, and even Though she was an angel, God IeT her wear blueieans. My friend was, needless To say, a liTTle sTarTIed aT The sTory and asked me, in a inghTIy critical manner, where Chrissy goT The Tale of The blue- ieaned angel. I Told her The TruTh and ThoughT no more abouT iT unTiI ThaT evening. As my husband and I saT alone in The living room Talking about whaT Page EighTy-Iour we Talked abbuT every nighT, our darling Tony, I Told him about whaT The neighbor woman had said and asked him if he ThoughT iT was wrong of me To IeT Chrissy keep her idea of The blue- ieaned angel. I was relieved when he said ThaT he agreed wiTh me, ThaT since iT was Chrissy's own picTure of her sisTer's life in heaven, she should be allowed To undersland deaTh in her own way. AlThough I was relieved, I was sTiIl noT com- pleTer sure I had done righT. I lay awake a long Time Thinking abouT iT ThaT nighT. Should Chrissy be allowed To conTinue Thinking and Talk- ing abouT Heaven as iusT anoTher place like anoTher ciiy where Things wenT on exachy as They did where we lived? Then my answer came. I imagine TfiaT sTrichy logical people would say I was dreaming, buT I know I wasn'T. For as I looked up, I saw sTanding in a pool of shining light, an angel. NoT The regular kind of angel, buT one clad in blueieans and a checked shirT, Then I knew ThaT Chrissy was righT, for The angel spoke and said, 'IGoodnighT, Mommy, good- nighT. And I whispered, GoodnighT and God bless youf To my: TEENAGE ANGEL .K INTERMEDIATE PROSE HONORABLE MENTION THREE HOURS OF HOPE by Sherry Walker, EighTh Grade Laura, 0 sweeT, cuTe, very smarT youngsTer of six, was like any oTher girl her age, excepT Laura cauldn'T see. IT had noT always been This way. UnTil Two monThs ago, Laura's world was one of IighT and beauTy; Then iT was converted inTa a world of darkness. IT happened on a Sunday morning aT her home She had been playing happily ouTside on The paTios When her moTher called, she iumped up and ran Toward The house. Tripping over a sTone, Iter eyes hiT a very sharp piece of glass. Her moTher rushed her To The hospiTaI, and The docTors performed an emerv gency operation. Laura is still in The hospital. There has been a second operation, and There are big bandages over her eyes. She is very, very lonesome. She has a privaTe room, and The door is closed. Therelore she cannot lisTen To anyThing. She cannoT see, eiTher; buT she can Think. This is whaT she has been doing all day. In TacT, This is whaT she has been doing ever since The second operaTion. She has iUST been Thinking and hop- ing and praying. For The pasT hallehour she has been Thinking abouT ThaT IasT operaTion, for The doctors had told her she might see again if the second operation was a big success. The chances were small, though. Laura wanted to cry, but she was much too brave for that sort of thing. Yes, Laura was extremely brave tor a six-year- old girl. But, it wasn't courage alone that pulled her through those hard and lonesome weeks. No, . it was also hope. The doctors and nurses said that she was one of the most hopeful six- year-olcl girls they had ever known. It was iust three more hours until the doctors would remove Laura's bandages. In just three more hours Laura would know it she would ever see again. Three hours may not seem like much, but to Laura it was an eternity. During these hours, Laura thought about many things. She thought about lzow lucky she was to have parents who loved fer so very much. She thought about all the mars'elous friends she had They had all been so kind! Most of all, Laura thought about the many wonderful things God had done for her all through her life. She had so much tor which to be thankful! Yes, fate had played a mean trick on her, but Laura believed that she could overcome her trouble through faith and hope. Laura lay still in her bed and counted the minutes which were slowly ticking themselves away. She soon tired at this and turned her thoughts else where. She could iust hear the confusion of cars racing in and out at the hospital gates. Laura lay back and watched strange figures wander through her imagination. She soon fell asleep. She dreamed that Dr. Swansen had removed her bandages and she could actually see again, but she awoke with a start to reality. Then the nurse walked in to begin preparing Laura tor the doc- tarls visit. She changed Laura's nightgown and put clean sheets on the bed. Then she left, clos- ing the door softly behind hers Laura listened for Dr. Swansen's familiar steps in the corridort Finally she heard them, along with those of Dr. Lane and the nice nurse that Laura called Karen. She heard the door open, and then she heard Dr. Swansen's cheery uHello . She smiled and said, liHello yourself! He answered her questions about the weather and the activity around the hospital. Then they got down to the business at taking OFF the bandages. It hurt, iust as Laura had known it would. But, at last, the horrible old bandages were off. Laura's eyes were still closed, as Dr. Swansen had told her to keep them closed. Then he said, Now, Laura, I want you to try to open your eyes, very, very slowly, and very carefully. Now was her big moments Laura silently won- dered if she could do it. Very slowly she began to open her eyes. Then she shouted for ioy as she realized that she could actually see again! Now Laura is home and she is a normal six-year- old girl. Yet, in some ways, she is still dilterent from other little girls her age. She has learned a valuable lesson about the true meaning of hope and courage. , -K INTERMEDIATE POETRY FIRST PRIZE SEASONS by Margaret Lazarus, Fifth Grade Spring comes with its plants and flowers With its magic and its showers. Easter follows with its song, And then June hurries right along. Here comes summer bright and clear, Everyone greets it with a cheer. Tennis, swimming, and baseball. We'll do riding in the tall. Autumn comes with leaves that fall, And the horses are in their stall. School starts with lessons to do, And the books brand new. Winter comes with rain and snow, And the whistling winds that blow. In the snow the children play, And Santa comes with his sleigh. 9e INTERMEDIATE POETRY SECOND PRIZE HOGAN'S SONG by Susan Kaufman, Seventh Grade Hogan Cecile is a little white mouse, Who lives by himself in a big brown house. He never has fleas, and he never has lice, You see, Hogan is different from other mice. By mistake he was locked in a little dark drawer, And in it were scraps of paper galore. His little paws were black with dust. He must get out, he must, he mustl He pushed with his tail, his nose, and his ear, It he were noisy, then someone might hear. His plan had worked, his mistress was there. She'd looked in the closet and goodness knows where. Soon all his troubles were out of his head, And he was asleep in his little white bed. Hogan had promised to do no wrong, But to stay at home and sing this song. Page Eighty-HVe INTERMEDIATE POETRY HONORABLE MENTION WAITING FOR SANTA by Jill Rosenfeld, Fifth Grade The crackling fire is flaming so high, Out through the chimney into the sky. Stockings are hanging so gain trimmed. By morning they'll be filled to the rim. Mother and father are as busy as a bee Putting the presents under the tree. Brother and sister are fast asleep, So I hurry down to have a last peep. The hall clock is striking; It must be twelve! I know Santa's coming, For I hear his bells. Hurry! Hurry! Up I Hy Back to bed; I give a sigh. I know at last, Santa's been here, Another Christmas, another year. -K FLIGHT NO. 567 by Lynn Stork, Eighth Grade Below there's a carpet of green, IThreods of silver and blue run betweenl, And a sweetness just too dear Seems to come to every ear, The red sun comes to light the way For new life to begin the day, And the rolling plains so free Spread as for as I can see. -K HIGH SCHOOL SHORT STORY FIRST PRIZE SIX ALMOST SEVEN by Margiedelle Stevens, Sophomore The slow train creoked to a stop. A soldier stuck his head out of the window. HWhot's going on here? He received no answer, The head withdrew and the window slammed. A moment later a huge form appeared at the door of the car. Huge did not quite describe this man e he was a giant. The few people at the station would all have said he was certainly six feet, five inches toll and over two hundred pounds. He was all soldier. That was easily seen from the way he Page Eighty six iumped down from the car and walked over to the engineer and station master. What's going on around here? he asked again in his grufT voice, accustomed to barking commands. Can't go no further,- track's been bombed bad. No use even tryin', because it hasn't been fixed, answered the station master. Sorry, said the engineer. This is the end of the Iine. The soidier stood for a minute. He glanced first at the two men, then at the train. He turned and glanced into the distance, where the bombed tracks lay. After a moment's contemplation he walked back to the train and iumped aboard. In a short time he left the carriage again and walked away from the station, carrying a worn leather case. The war was over. No more radio messages, no more maps, no more running, no more shoot- ing, no more burning, no more bombing, no more killing, no more burials. The war was over. Hod war been worth it? Around Lieutenant Adam Riinngs lay a country, wor-torn and bleeding. There were no crops growing to the edge of the road he walked on; no peopie were busy in the barnyards he passed; the mills and factories that had hummed once no longer existed. He saw few people shopping on a village square. Seven years he had fought, and bravely, too; he had been decorated. Now he was walking home to u ruined home where only a young daughter survived of his once large, happy family. What were this soIdier's thoughts as he onked through his victorious, though ruined country? . . . . i'DoIorosu must be six years old by this time, or is she seven? Poor kid, Iiving her whole life during this bloody, messy business! . . uWell, it won't be much longer. She hasn't lived yet, but she wiII. We'll go away from this whole lousy mess. There's no hope here, I'll take her to . . 7 oh, let's see where's a good place -e Switzerland! They have good schools there. I have some money. She can go to a real good school. She'll be happy there. After I put her in school, I'll go off and live a little, too. Maybe we can spend her vacations together somewhere e at a little quiet lake, perhaps. Yes, that's what I'll do. IIII do it in a hurry, too. This place is so hopeless, so ruined. . , . I'What hos life ever given me? Hardships, heartbreak, war and scars WeII, it'll be different for DoIoroso; she'll have more, much more. Lieutenant Adorn Rimings had been a great man, a wonderful officer. He had been hard, smort, shrewd, and strong. He had been in plenty of hot spots that become cool and quiet. He had been wounded, but stiII he had fought on As he approached his home, he hated the land he had fought for so bravely. It disgusted him. His only desire was to take Dolorosa and leave. He was child-Iike in his dream, a dream of a euphoric future that existed far away Rosa! Rosa! shouted an old woman. Rosa! Hurry home. I think I see your father comings Rosa ran, laughing happily. She did not run to the old woman, but rather up a small hills From this vantage point, she could see her father well. Rosa ran towards him calling, Daddy! Daddy! Adam caught sight at her. He ran to meet his young child. A few minutes later when she stood beside him, bubbling with ioy, he stood amazed. Is this my daughter, Dolorosci.Z She is so beautiful, so perfect, so immaculate, he thought. Adam was amazed with good reason. His daughter looked like a picture from a book. She was beautiful. She was perfect. She was im- moculate. Long blond hair hung around her shoulders, shining and clean. Big green eyes looked out from a weIl-scrubbed face. She was not tall, nor short, nor tat, nor thin. Her proper. tions were iust rights In her face were not the cares and tails of war, but the toys and wonders of youth. Adam's stomach churned. He couid not help realizing how different she looked from her back- ground and environment, from the landscape even. He kept trying to force a thought from his mind which he wanted to deem foolish. She is wonderful. She is beautiful. Wouldn't it be wonderful it the whole world were like her e happy, immaculate, well, and at peace! The child talked happily all the way home. It did not seem strange to her that she had seen her father only four times in her life. He was her father and her family. She loved him, and they would have wonderful times together. At the hut, that Rosa called home, an old woman who cared for R050 met them. After beaming at the pair, she insisted, You must have a feast. It will be ready in an hour. That will give you and R050 time to get better acquainted, Adam. You're wonderful, Anna, to care for my daughter and plan a homecoming for me, said Adam, trying to be festive, as the occasion re quired. At dinner I'm going to tell you about a big surprise, Dolorosa. Do you think you'll like that? Adam inquired. Oh, Daddy, I can hardly wait! exclaimed the happy Rosa. Rosa, why don't you take your tather tor a walk? suggested Anna. The time will pass taster. Rosa pounced on the idea enthusiastically. Adam did want to get acquainted with his daughter and decided this would be a good way. Yes sir, he thought, 'iDolorosa will be very happy with her surprise, I know I'm right. She shouldn't stay in this place any longer. Rosa skipped along, holding her father's hand and telling him many, many things about her life. She pointed out many buildings and many places which were familiar to her and once had been familiar to him. These buildings and places were now ruins to him, but to Rosa they were very normal. Daddy, in the fall this tree has the most beautifulest red and orange leaves. Adam remembered the tree e he used to have a tire swing in it. Rosa led her Jfather into a meadow where she spent a lot of time playing. She led him to a brook. To Adam, this brook was sluggish and polluted. Oh, Daddy, you should see this river in the spring. When the snow melts, it is so much bigger and moves so fast! It seems to be laugh- ing and singing. it is so pretty! They walked on through the meadow. And, Daddy, a funny bird comes and sits in this tree. He is brown and dusty, but he sings such a strange funny song. He sings for so long and iust for mef' They walked over an uprooted tree. Rosa led Adam among the decaying branches. He won- dered where she was going. There is a little animal that lives here, Daddy. I'll show you her home. It is very warm and cozy. She has little babies every spring. Last year she had three of them, even. lt's getting late, Dolorosa. We'd better go back. Anna will be waiting for us, said Adam. Okay, Daddy, let's go home, said the small, trusting child. They went back to the road and walked to- wards the place Rosa had called home. Oh, Daddy, come here, pleaded Rosa. She led him to the twa walls that remained of a building. In the corner between these walls was a rose bush. I pick these and Anna puts them on the table, Would you like me to pick some today? Adam recognized the building. It was his old schoolhouse. Would you, Daddy? Why - why, yes, that would be nice. Adam almost smiled. The girl carefully picked three and stood up, licking her bleeding Finger. She had pierced it on the thorns. I'll leave some for tomorrow, she said. For tomorrow? thought Adam, puzzled. Smell them, Daddy, she urged, holding them towards him. To please her, he did. Page Eighty-seven How exciting and pure and fresh they smell, he thought. He took Rosa's hand. Comehchild; 1 think I see Annat He started to walk quickly, but soon slowed down to the child's pace. Rosa was quiet for once. She was hungry. The thought of food engrossed her completely. Adam was silent, too, He was lost in his thoughts. 'This land is ruined e too demolished to re; build. We'd be better ottiaway from here. Dolorosa will be happier. The war is over,- but the same poverty still exists. She has suftered many hardships, and yet she is happy. How can that be? He looked at the land around him. Not one building stood completely intact. Even the hut that Anna and Rosa lived in had a weak wall and a repaired root. But I do have hope! Rosals my hope! She is beauty, and she has found beauty. The bird, the brook, the Flowers, the tree; of course, these things are beautiful. She has found hope and beauty without knOWI'ng what they are. Daddy, please wash your hands Adam, the soldier who came home, was startled. Wash his hands? His mind jumped from the future back to the present. Oh e oh, of course, Rosa. May I have my surprise now? Your surprise, of course, Baby, you deserve a good surprise. ls it some candy? When the soldiers come, they always give me candy, said Rosa. HWell, someday it'll be candy,- but first its building a house and getting some new clothes and raising some good food. HA house! Are you going to build a house here, Daddy? Here? Yes, Rosa, anywhere on this hill that you want it. Oh, Daddy, that's wonderful; much better than candy, she added earnestly. Adam picked Up his Rosa and carried her into the house with the three pink roses on the table. eK HIGH SCHOOL SHORT STORY SECOND PRIZE THE REWARD by Elana Rhodes, Sophomore ilBut, Daddy, don't good people ever get paid back for being good? Of course, good people get their rewards. Page Eighty-eighl They are happy, have nice homes, and nice little boys like you, replied his father in a iovial tone. Dicky Shine was only five years old, but al- ready he was full of questions; Every time the conversation slackened ot the dinner table be- tween his father, his mother, and his older sister, who was all the way up in the seventh grade, 0 very old age indeed, Dicky popped in with another question. lt Dicky had been a good boy and obeyed his mother's prompting about table manners, these questions were often answered by a very interesting story. Dicky never tired of stories and Mr. Shine always seemed to have one to fit the occasion. This evening was likely to end in a story, too, it Dicky would only take his elbow oh the table. As Lindy, his older sister, also enjoyed her Daddy's stories, she nudged Dicky, Realizing his mistake, Dicky suddenly sat bolt upright on his chair and asked, with a twinkle in his eye, as if he knew his very favorite story was to follow. But, Daddy, I mean real rewards like treasure e or something. His father then knew what was expectEd of him and plunged right into the story. A long time ago, in tact over 200 years ago, there were many little country villages in the southern part of Germany. It was in this section that Rabbi lsaacs spent part of each summers Rabbi lsoacs was not iust an ordinary rabbi who taught the love of God, the teachings of the Bible, and the Ten Commandments because it was expected of him; No, he had what could be called treal religion'. He had always been a very devout man and also a good husband and loving father. His first belief was in the almighty Oneness of God and His power to save those who believed in Him from all harm. Though he was almost seventy years old, his face was ruddy and his eyes bright. He was tall, thin, and neatly dressed and carried a pack on his shoulder. On the whole, he was a rather handsome figure, and everyone knew and welcomed him in all the small villages and hamlets. His dignity and great wisdom made him a figure held in great respect by everyone. 'This summer, during his visit to Edenstein, the rabbi felt he had a duty. Near the village there stood an old deserted mill of which all the villagers were afraid. It was said the mill was haunted, and actually every person who spent the night in the dilapidated place was never heard of again. Once, however, strange noises had come out of the mill like those of a dog fight. Only the snorls and growls Were of such ferociousness no one could imagine what haunted the mill, In those days the Devil was believed to be a very real thing, and Rabbi lsaacs thought it his duty to rid the region, it it was within his power to do so, at this fearsome spell on the mill. uAfter much thought, he reasoned that for him to spend a night in the haunted mill and, with the help of God, to rid the place of the Devil was the only course open to him. Although, naturally, in his heart he was tearful, he felt that God would be with him as He had been with David when he fought Goliath, and with Daniel in the lion's den. Therefore with calm words and no little confidence in the power of the Lord, he told the townspeople at his plan. They loved and respected him greatly, but even they did not believe he would come back to them it he spent the night in the miIIt The men, and even the women and children, begged and plead ed with him not to attempt it. They could not see how even the pOWer ot the Lord could hope to win out over a thing so awful as the Devil. All their pleading, however, was to no avail. All that day he rested with his thoughts and carefully considered each of the arguments of the towns- people, but still he was determined to go ahead He could never face his God again it he let himself believe that bad could ever defeat good. When the time came to leave his friends, he did not do so with a sad heart, for he truly be- lieved he would see them again. At the gate of the mill, he bade the sorrowful people goodnight and then turned toward the mill as the sun began to sink behind the toathilts which surrounded the town. A rosy cast was over everything except the mill. All around, small animals were coming out to feed in the coolness ot the evening. The rabbi did not look behind him, but he knew that the villagers had already returned over the hill where in the brightness of their homes they would sit and await the morning, when they could Find out it good could really triumph over evil. AII seemed rosy and happy but the mill, In its dark hidden shadows there was no gleam at light, no ray of warmth. It was as it an invisible wall had been built around the place, shutting out all outside radiance, Against the sky, which was fast turning to dark shades of purple, the dark silhouette of the mill looked ominous indeedt i'SuddenIy, the rabbi felt himself moving to- ward the place, as it driven by some outside torce. Carefully he climbed the steps leading to the main room of the mill. They creaked be- neath his weight, but did not give way. The door screeched open, and the rabbi entered the room. Below him he heard the rushing water of the stream which at one time had turned the milI's wheel and ground the grain. All was dark inside; so he opened his pack and took out a candle. He lit the candle with some diFFiculty, for there was a bad draft in the room. Twice the flame went out, but the third time it stayed; and, though the flame danced, it did not go out. At twelve o'clock the old bell began to to once more. Just as the twelfth and final tone had died away, a strange thing happened. From the Fireplace came a terriFIc noise that sounded more frightening to the rabbi than a pack of wolves. The rabbi's tace turned pale, and he dropped upon the blanket In a loud and steady voice, however, he kept on praying. Then, like spirits rising from a grave, three enormous dogs rose from the ashes in the fireplace. They had a strange transparent look but appeared, nonethe- less, more vicious for it. With huge teeth bored and terrible growls and panting so strong that the rabbi could feel a strange cold breeze blow- ing on him, the dogs walked around and around him. Then suddenly they stopped, one dog on either side at the rabbi and one at his back. With teeth still bated they gazed viciously at the poor man. Outside the mill the shadows had deepened, and the crickets and other small field insects had stopped their humming. The moon shone over all in a disinterested manner. In the village many had fallen asleep, but some were still waiting up, anxious to see it they could hear anything. They noticed, too, the stillness at all as it it were the calm before the storm. i'AII awake were anxious, but the rabbi was terrihed. A cold sweat broke out on him, but he did not dare move even his head tor tear the dogs would fall Upon him and he, too, would never be seen again. He kept praying in a strong, steady voice. After what seemed to be an age, the dogs lay down right where they were and continued to lie there until morning. Just before the First crack of dawn two of the dogs got up and started pawing and scratching at the stones and earth in the fireplace, Then it was morning, and with the first ray of sunlight the dogs simply vanished. The long night was over. The mill seemed to possess, in the fresh morning sunlight, a sort of new warmth, and the rabbi gathered up his things and went forth to greet the villagers who were awaiting him at the gate, When he appeared, they all began to cheer and the women even cried. It was truly a work of God and a great miracle. With the throng about him, he started down the road, when some- thing suddenly came to his mind. Those dogs had pawed at the Fireplace so strangely that he felt certain it meant something. Turning to the townspeople, he said. AGO and tetch shovels, tor I must see it any- thing lies hidden in that Fireplace which should be revealed' I'When the men returned, the rabbi tinally con- vinced them that the mill was sate enough in the daytime and then, too, that he had broken Page EIghty-nine the spell. After digging rather deep, the men struck something which turned out to be tree mendous bones of several animals so large it seemed almost fantastic. Then, suddenly, a strange clink was heard, as it something made of metal had been struck. After digging still deeper, a large iron chest was removed; and, when the lock was broken, there before them was a great treasure in gold and silver coins. With that Mr. Shine looked at his family, who were still sitting there, as it under the spell of the story Then his gaze fell on Dicky. Dicky was fast asieep. 4x HIGH SCHOOL SHORT STORY HONORABLE MENTION THE DECISION by Margiedelle Stevens, Sophomore The clay was warm and sunny, perfect April weather. The old schoolhouse seemed to bask in the sun, drying 0H otter the spring rains. It was not only the old schoolhouse that basked, but the whole landscape was seemingly lolling in the warmth of the sun. All was very peaceful and serene. This landscape did not seem troubled by the bloodshed that was soon to stain its pretty spring dress of green and brown. It did not even seem to notice that there had been blood shed yes- terday and last night. lt seemed concerned only with its own beauty before a human contact should ruin it. On April fifteenth Fort Sumter had been bom- barded. Kentucky had heard, Unionists and Se- cessionists, alike. That night there had been lynching parties and midnight raids. Ten men who admitted their sides were killed. Many men had not yet admitted their sides These were of three kinds. The worst were the cowards, afraid to choose and stay with their sides. The other two were visitors to the area, Who were excused from choosing, and those who hadn't decidedv One of these latter was Morgan Billings, the master of a small private school For girls and boys. The children started arriving. Soon the only ones not present were the Johnsons, the children of an admitted Secessionist and a very influential man. The children played around the school and be came so engrossed in their games, as children do, Page Ninety that they didn't notice how late it was getting -- school should have started an hour ago. At ten o'clock Master Morgan Billings arrived and began school. He assigned written work so that he could think. He needed to think, clearly and concisely. What was he to do? He turned over and over in his mind his past: his Southern childhood, his English education, and how, not wanting to be in politics, he had come to Kentucky to run a school. No matter on what line his thoughts ran, always the same words repeated themselves. War e Union - indivisible - Union - clis- solve -e Union e family e tight for the Con- federacy - Union. His chain of thoughts was interrupted by a crack of the door. He looked Up. In filed the Johnson children, paleewith excitement and fear -from what they had heard and seen. After they took their places, there were whis- pered conversations all around. Morgan forced himself to appear calm, cleared his throat, and said, 'Now that we are all present, we shall read from our primers? At twelve he could no longer stand it. He had to be alone. llClose school, said his innermost thoughts. l'School is closed for today, said Morgan. The children quickly departed among Whoopee's and Hooray's . Morgan also cle- parted, almost as quickly; so quickly that he was not there a half hour later when a lone rider approached, got off his horse, and knocked. Morgan was at school very early the next morning, In the afternoon and evening at the day before, he had not reached a decision, A few hours later there was a sharp knock on the door. Morgan hoped whoever it was would go away. The knocker was persistent. He finally entered by himself. Mr. Billings? HYes, said Morgan vaguely. lll'd like to talk to you. Hl'm very busy! snapped Morgan. It's very important. I told you I'm busy Perhaps I can see you after school. 'lPerhaps, said Morgan unencouraginglyt The man lett. 1n an hour school started. Morgan managed to calm the children's bubbling excitement. Morgan started the spelling lesson in his usual way, asking someone at random 0 word the child should know. Billy, spell 'California'. BiIIy stood up and began, C A L, CAL, I C A L I, CALIFORNI, C A L I F O R N I A, Coli- tornioi Julia Johnson, speII Iindivisible'. A hush covered the cIussroom. Julia become white. She stood up slowly and began, IN, in, DIV, indiv, IS, indivis, IBLE, indivisible. She sat down hurriedly. 'tWhy? Morgan asked himself. Why did I ask her to do that? Why, why, why? It was no use trying to go on; Morgan just couldnt. After the children had gone, quietly today, Morgan again wrestled with his problem. In a few minutes he was interrupted. Mr. Billings. Morgan recognized the voice, the man at this morning He looked up. Yes, he said. 'Might as well toIk and get it over with, he said to himseIti nMr. BiIIings, Iim Mr. Bryant. You teach my two children. A'Yes, Mr. Bryant. There is going to be 0 meeting tonight to decide Kentucky's tote. Are you coming? HI don't know. Well, ML Billings, I wish you would. Mr. Johnson is speaking for the Confederacy, and we Unionists want you to speak for the Union. Mr. Bryant waited ct moment. I'May I have your answer?! I'l don't know. It I come, I'll come,- it not, well? Then good day to you, Sir. Good day. Morgan listened as Mr. Bryant's steps left the schoolhouse. As he heard Mr. Bryant mount his horse, he made his decisions 'IMr. Bryant e wait! Of course, he thought, as the footsteps sounded hollowly out of the empty schoolhouse. 'IUnion e union e Union! It is the most im- portant. The Union must be preserved at any cost! He almost ran from the schoolhouse. 'IMr. Bryant, he cried. I'll be there tonight, to speak for the Union! The ominous and tragic night gave way to the first light of the sun. The brilliant ruys reercted on the windows of the schoolhouse and the but- tons of o schoolmaster's frock. More light would reveal a lonely figure slowly swaying in the gentle breeze, suspended below the Union ftog. Morgan was not a brave man, but he was truth- tul and resolute In his decision. To the end he was true to his decision, himself, and to the children. HIGH SCHOOL POETRY FIRST PRIZE A RIVER by Christine Clark, Sophomore Where the little rain drops tumble Melting mountain snow, Hurried streams so gently trickle Growing us they row. Rushing rapids in the current Gurgle through the gludes, Hashing, swushing, always crushing, Forming foam cascades. Down the mountain twists this monster, Rough and wild to view. From the scattered mountain rains, a Mighty river grew, As the snorIing, savage Iion Trails a helpless prey, Restlessly this churning river Hurries to the buy. -K HIGH SCHOOL POETRY SECOND PRIZE THE MILK POD by Muriorie Kuhn, Junior The milk pod, Like c: clenched hand Holding silken threads, Opens. The feathery seeds Float to the earth, A pUIT of wind -r The air is filled with daytime stars And beauty is carried elsewhere. 9e HIGH SCHOOL POETRY HONORABLE MENTION NOVEMBER CORNFIELD by Livezey Hickeniooper, Freshman Where once there stood taII stalks of corn The stubs are left - so dead, forlorn; The stalks that once were young and green Now strew the earth e brown, withered, Ieon. The hopes of spring, the summer's toil, Are plowed with them beneath the soiI, To die like useIess things below A blanket of nlew-faIIen snow. P0 99 Ninety-one My heart, but that you may remember, Even when comes your November, All your happiness today - For Indian summer goes away; And when first comes the winter's freeze, Don't plow your broken memories Ot happiness, and icy, and mirth, Like stalks of corn, beneath the earth. My heart, stay young through winter's sting, And you will find eternal spring. .x HUMOR POEM HONORABLE MENTION LAMENT OF AN ENGLISH STUDENT by Katharine Briggs, Senior I think that I shall never see, A poem lovely as a tree. Then why dont we just scan a ti: Instead of John G. Whittier? -K HIGH SCHOOL ESSAY FIRST PRIZE NAMELESS by Livezey Hickenlooper, Freshman I do many things, though you have never seen met I have spoken to you many times, though you have never heard my voice. Mothers dise cover me when they first hold their children in their arms; weary souls find comfort in me when the Master welcomes them to infinity. I om with you when you start your iourney, when you end your travels, and throughout the vast region be- tween these poles. I am a gift to all men, though everyone accepts me diFIerently. Because of me men have done foolish things; yet, because of me, men have, at other times, proved themselves not foolish, but immortal. I have given to cowards and weak- lings courage and strength to meet giants; I have given to giants and heroes, humility to meet the world. I am powerful. I have caused mighty nations to thunder upon each other in rage and war; I have caused peaceful cities to rise up, one against the other, with such a shattering crash that even the axis of the earth trembled before the deafening roar. And yet I can look at these Page Ninety-two heartbreaking battles without guilt, for I know that I have also caused once hostile nations to clasp hands in warm, beautiful friendships, which transcend the depth of the seas and the erosion of time, I am desired. Mortals seek me, yet are often disappointed. Men struggle to possess me, then reiect me, not recognizing me when I appear. Others find me out of their reach; so they re- nounce me, not wishing to appear incapable of achieving their desires. Then many, so many people pledge themselves to me, but because they do not understand me, they kill me, as the Prophet was killed many years ago. Finally, I am everywhere. I weave lacy pat- terns in the treetops, through which the wind whispers of me. I glisten in the snowy peaks of the mountains, and the waters below reflect my unseen countenance to the world. I envelop the earth, higher than the sky, deeper than the sea, broader than the continents. Yes, I do many thingss Whether I am accepted or rejected, desired or renounced, found or lost, whether I make man strong, or cause his defeat, I do many things. For I am Love. y HIGH SCHOOL ESSAY SECOND PRIZE INVITATION TO DISASTER by Katharine Briggs, Senior I'Birthday parties, says the Irousled frau on the television, are invitations to disaster. Your wife glances up from her wood-burning. The commercial continues, showing nasty little boys dragging nasty little girls on the IGWU, grinding in those nasty, hard-to-remove grass stains. The advertisement goes on, asserting the fine points of Such and Such Soap, but the germ of disaster is planted in her mind. She suggests that you give a party for daughter Aggie, about to be- come eight years old. You explain to her that times have changed and children no longer sit quietly at the table and play guessing games. She says she'll iust leave it all up to you, it you're so smart. The birthday girl comes in and says she's thrilled about the party and she wants to invite her whole class. You think that's fine; so you suggest somebody like Ralphie Pringle. Aggie thinks Ratphie's swell and says to be sure and tell him to bring his pony. You tell her to forget about that pony, You see Prescott P. Prescott is next on your grade three list. The name is not familiar. Weasel is his normal appellation, you are told. Aggie also likes him. Next comes little Lenny Krunkle. A stolid no! meets this suge gestion. You raise your eyebrow; She always cries, you are informed. You skip Lenny. You try Gus Webe'. You are informed that he brings funny presents. You like people with imagination and you ask what kind of presents. Toads and snakes and bugs and worms, she tells you. That kind of imagination you do not like. How about inviting Connie Bumstead? you say. But Aggie says Connie eats funny things. You ask, Like what? Aggie tells you, Like bugs and dirt and grass and leaves. You skip Connie. You ask your daughter what she thinks of Helen Zeugle. You find out that Helen never brings any present but a ball point pen. You scratch her oft your list because Aggie already has a pen. You are about to give up. You try a few more, like the twins, and Lizzie Glutz, and Linda and Andy. You are beginning to worry about your dough- ter's popularity. But Aggie says she has an ap- pointment with Connie end has to be running along. You look out the window and see a little girl eating bugs and dirt and grass and leaves. That's Connie, you tigure. With that you throw your notes to the winds and invite them all. The big day arrives, and Aggie's ready three hours ahead at time The guests arrive. Every- thing is under control. You can't understand why your Wile was so upset! Women! you say to yourself. Then you hear a shriek from the birthday girl; and, as you rush into the room, you spy a hop toad hopping under the sofa, a hop toad hop- ping under the television, and a male on the air conditioner. Where'd that darn thing come from?'l you inquire, reaching for the mole. Don't you hurt Boris! says a small, venomous little boy with G-U-S on his tee shirt. You give up on Boris. Your wife comes in and says you can play one game before it's time to eat. You blindfold a little girl who is telling you about her uncle who is nineteen feet tall and has seven arms. You look on your list under i'exaggerations and find her name. HNow, Lizzie, you say as you give her a push toward the donkey, try and pin the tail on the donk . . .! No, Lizzie, do NOT pin the tail on Lenny Krunkle. You remove the dart tram Lenny and give it to someone with a little better aimu At this point you count noses and Find that little Connie, the exotic eater, is miss- ing. You find her in a corner eating the center- piece of the birthday table. You invite her to reioin the party. After complete bedlam is served with the ice cream and cake, you throw your schedule out the window and ask your guests what they want to play. You get suggestions like Catch the Toad , Throw the Darts at the Twins , and Pinch the Cat . Connie wants to play Eat the Goldfish , but there aren't many followers for that. It doesn't seem to be an old-time favorite with the kiddies. Someone suggests a space war. Before you can utter your opinion, your living room has been transformed into a scene of devastation. This galaxy is fighting that galaxy. Andy, murmur- ing bleep, bleep, goes by with your television antenna on his head. Someone hits Linda with a disintegrator gun, but it feels pretty much like the fireplace poker to Linda. The twins are steal- ing the presents. Someone is playing Unidentie tied Flying Obiect from table to table. Connie's eating something, but you don't seem to care any more. 'Aggie's nowhere in sight. You think she's over at Ralphie's riding the pony. You go out into the back yard where your wife is sitting with her wood-burning. She gives you that told you so look. The party follows you outside. You shake your head and pick up your soup carvings. You glance up and see those nasty little boys dragging the nasty little girls on the lawn, grinding in those nasty, hard-to- remove grass stains. An old cliche comes to mind. it goes something like: Birthday parties are invitations to disasterlllll -K HIGH SCHOOL ESSAY HONORABLE MENTION NIGHT by Mariorie Kohn, Junior The purpose at night is not alone for rest. You can forget your cores. The trials of previous hours are buried deep within slumber. But you cannot totally escape reality. images of the subconscious mind haunt your world of solitude. The images are hazy, unrealistic, but recognizable. You are still unaware of the past and present but are reminded. Dreams are con- stant reminders. After daylight has returned, you gradually sub- mit to consciousness. Your brain resumes its usual tasks. Lite continues as always, as it there were not that long interruption of hours. You climb out of bed, thinking the some thoughts as you thought the night before. Sometimes you awake with a new perspective on life, Each day is reborn; lite can begin anew. The essence of night is to divide the cycle of days so life will take on more meaning and we shall appreciate and take full advantage of precious time. Page Ninefy-three WINTER MlRACLE by Jan Vogel, Sophomore Whirl, swirl, twirl, curl, Dritt, sift, shift, lift, Dance, prance, advance, enhance, Clean, serene, foreseen, supreme Snowflake! 6e MORNING FOG by Livezey Hickenlooper, Freshman It never comes, or goes, or stays, But like a drifting, shitting haze, Upon the wind it travels, 'til, 50 like a fleeting brume, it sweeps A vagrant smoke upon a hillt Then falling, tumbling from the hills, Into the fields it slowly spills. Inside a town, it tails upon The chimney taps, and frolics then Upon the softness of a lawn. And waking at the break of dawn, The town-toik find that all is gone; For through the haze one only sees An outline, dim, ot silver-gray, And diamonds glistening in the trees. X- DECISION by Kathleen Mayer, Senior It was September sixth. it appeared to be no different from any other day. It was warm, and the sky was clear; there were iust a few Heecy white clouds. At seven o'clock John Denison woke Up. At First he could not remember why the day was different. Then he remembered that it was the first day at his senior year of high school. As he lay in bed, he thought about the school. Lee High School was situated at the northern end of the town of Lindenwood, in Georgia This was a big day for the school as well as for John. During the summer the Supreme Court had decided that this school, along with hundreds of other southern schools, must be integrated tor the 1957 school year. When the decision had been handed down in late July, the students and parents had protested, but without avail. Every- one had become reconciled to the impending change. The possibility of a private school had been discussed but had been eliminated because Lindenwood was too small. Everyone hoped that there would be no trouble John was the son of Walter Talmage Denison, Page Ninety-taur nationally known manufacturert He lived on a large estate that had once been a famous plan- tation. John was the only son and spoiled. He had had his own horses since he was six. At the age of ten he had spent the summer in Europe As soon as he was sixteen, he was given an El Dorado convertible. He had been promised a boat for his seventeenth birthday and an air- plane for his eighteenth. He had a group at about twelve friends in Lindenwood who were of the some financial background. This little group dominated the school. Living on the Denison estate was a Negro family, the Urbanas, Three generations of this family had been living there as long as Mr. Deni- son could remember. One boy of the younger generation was the same age as John. Ted and John had been playmates when they were small boys, because there had been no one else near- by. When it was time for the boys to go to school, they had separated. John had gone to the Lindenwood Grade School and then to Lee High School. Ted had gone to the newly con- structed colored school that was grade school and high school combined. Each year when va- cation time came, John and Ted renewed their friendship. This year would be different, though. Ted also lay in bed, thinking about schoolu He was very much worried. Many thoughts were racing through his mind. How will I be accepted in the new school? Will the white students resent my presence? Will I be able to take their re- marks? Will I be able to keep up with them scholasticalty? Should I go out for athletics or will that cause resentment? These thoughts kept racing through his mind. John's thoughts about school were varied. He was anxious to get back to his friends and school activities, but he had an uncertain apprehension about the first few days. He remembered the meeting that the boys and girls who were in the little group had had a week before, The students had decided that they would incite a little trouble on the first day of school. They knew that the other students would follow their lead. They knew that it there was any real trouble, their fathers could get them out of it. When John had been asked to be a part at the group, he had refused, trying to convince the group that it would be better to cancel their plans. He had told them he would let them know the morning school started. The boys and girls had laughed at his indecision and teased him about being a goody-goody. He knew that he would be wrong in ioining the group. He knew inside that he would destroy something between Ted and him- selt it he joined the group. He had decided to be on neither side, hoping that maybe he could lessen the trouble. He realized as he lay in bed that he would have to take one side or the other. Finally he got up and dressed. He went down to breakfast, but he ate very little. He left for school and picked Up a few of his friends who lived along the way. All were anxious to hear his decision. He told them that he guessed that he would go along with their plans. His heart was not in it. The trouble-mokers gave him some posters saying, .iGo back to your own school , We don't want you , Lee belongs to us , and other unkind remarks. He was told to give the posters to other students. The thought of what he was doing nagged at his conscience. They finally got to school. There was great turmoil. The tew Negro students were all standing in a little, unhappy group. None wanted to be there; they wanted their own school. Unkind remarks echoed from the walls of the school; uninviting posters waved in the breeze. John got out of the cor, called Hello to a few of his friends, and walked toward the building He threw his posters into the trash basket and walked over to 0 very much upset Ted. The two friends walked through the school door together as the bell rang. X- TOLERANCE by Margaret Collier, Sophomore At some time, each of us has experienced a feeling of preiudice. We are like mirrors, reflect- ing our preiudice and catching the rays of preiu- dice reflected toward us. Every man is the Jfocus of intolerance and partisanship, Since the time of the Tower of Babel, our world has been com- partmented into various nationalities, races, re- ligions and cultures, and each segment has its particular pleader and its fanatic proponents. These straining entities may make harsh iudg- ments upon others foreign to their individual points of view or stations in lite. Every person, regardless of race or religion, has an inherent right to dignity and respect. Notably in our noble republic, this right is written into our basic instrument ot government. We are each and severally guaranteed the right to the pursuit of happiness. This implies a guarantee of tolerance, tor how we can be free to pursue happiness without tolerance e a function of liberty e a tree climate of opinion. Yet, within this most favorable climate of opin- ion, the primary factor is the home. Home en- vironment conditions our thinking even more pro- foundly than our highest level of consciousness. A child's mind, sponge-like, must absorb much of what he sees and hears. A basic cause of intolerance is ignorance. Another main factor which results in discord in human ottoirs is rigidity of belief. It education can lessen ignorance, intellectual and emotional horizons might be widened. Then, attitudes could span an enlarged spectrum. Understanding is the aspirin tor ignorance and intolerance, and education is the therapy. The following statement was taken from This 1 Believe. The wise men of ancient Chino, when they wished to disseminate the highest virtues among mankind, first ordered well their own states. Wishing to order their states well, they first regulated their own families. Wishing to regulate their families, they first sought to cleanse their own hearts. Wishing to cleanse their hearts, they tirst sought to be sincere in their thinking. Wishing to be sincere in their thinking, they first extended their knowledge to the utmost. All men are born with the birthright of human dignity, and it is something which cannot be taken away. Men of diFterent races and pere suosions can be resented, shunned, and fought against by the majority, but they are a great part of nature and our moral universe. Without dittere ence, life would become lifeless. There is only one man in the world and the monls name is All Men. There is only one woman in the world and the woman's name is All Women. There is only one child in the world And the child's name is All Children. Carl Sandburg Xe THE COON HUNT by lmogene Rodekerj Senior tThis story was related to me by 0 mountaineer of North Corolinu.t Now, Grandpuppy Aldrige was iust about the clearest lover of raccoon hunting in the world tor at least Bar Hollowl. There was not anything he liked better than to room the hills with his dogs and his guns! HGrandpoppy hadn't been out 'coon huntin' for two or three years. While hunting he had shot ott all his toes instead of the snake he had been tixin' to kill. Poor Grondpappy had iist been setting by the fire the sorriest old man in the world. But one night he saw his grandsons, Hound- dog and Squinteye, getting ready to go 'coon huntin'. Grondpoppy hobbled over to the door and stood watching them Until he couldn't stand hits U 'Boys,' he said, take me with you! l hoin't long to live, and I wont to hear them hounds o-giving tongue just once more otore I die.' Page Ninety-tive Oh, no, Grandpappyl' said Hounddog. iWe're goin' 'way up yonder on top of Old Bald Moun- tain.' But grandpappy begged and pleaded so piti- fully that finally Hounddog looked at Squinteye, and Squinteye at Hounddog, and they said, 'Wal, might as wal.' So Hounddog and Squinteye got the lantern and the rifle. Since Grandpappy could barely hobble, the boys decided to carry him. Well, long before the boys got to the top of Old Bald they was ready to quit, but Grandpappy was rarin' to go. When it looked like the bays was givin' up Grandpappy said, 'Listen to them hounds a-givin' tongue up thar, all in one place. They've treed! Let's go, boys - hit ain't more'n CI mile and a half around the shoulder of the mountain.' iThat shore was the understatement of the yeart. t'The boys was too tired to argue so they trudged corryin' Grandpappy between them. When they reached the hollow oak, all they could do was set dOWn and rest a spell. It was then that Grandpappy saw two big eyes aeshinin' down from a limb of a near-by tree. Grand- pappy shouted, 'Shine her up thar on that second branch, son. 'Pears to me thar's somethin' up thar.' And sure enough Grondpappy was right. In the ruckus that followed, somebody, probably Grandpappy, kicked the lantern halfway down the mountain, so there weren't any light to see by. IEveryone knows that you always hunt rac- coons at night! Well', sir, them 'coons turned out to be five hundred pounds of the maddest, durn, black bear you'll ever see. Them dogs took off for home. Hounddog said, 'Run, Squinteye, run! And if you cain't run, git out the way of a man that can!' Squinteye grabbed the rifie and started after Hounddog, and neither one stopped 'til they reached home. Hounddog looked at Squinteye, and Squinteye at Hounddog. iHounddogj said Squinteye, 'do you know what we've done? We've done left poor Grand- pappy to be et by the b'ar. Why, he cain't even run to git out of the way.' i' 'WeJI, Squinteye,' said Hounddog, 'the only thing for us to do is go in the house and git us a basket and go after the remains.' i'They opened the door, and over in his rocker sat Grandpappy. 'Great balls o'hre, Grandpappy, how'd you git down here? iBoys,' said Grandpappy, 'I came in ahead of the dogs!' Page Ninetylsix HOW JOHN FOSTER DULLES GOT HIS NAME by Katharine Briggs, Senior R-A-L-P-H-l-E P-R-l-N-G-L-E, scrawled Ralphie on the dotted line of the entry blankr He paused, evidently searching his soul for something ap- propriate. Then on the Name You Have Chosen For This Beautiful Pony line, he spelled out care- fully M-i-C-K-I-E M-A-N-T-L-E. He put his entry in an envelope and licked ardently at the glue. He was oblivious of the fact that his mother was anxiously observing his movements. HLester, said Mrs. Pringle as she quietly closed the door into the den, nRalphie's doing it again. Hummmmmmmm? muttered Lester Pringle, engrossed in the Evening Star. Lester, you're not listening. I said Raiphie's entering another one of those contests again. 'iOh Godfrey! shrieked Lester. .iNot again! What is it this time, 'Tell Why You Like Crinky Cracktes and Win a Free Trip to Sioux City'? By Heaven, Martha, 1'm going to stop this non- sense once and for all! Father Pringle stomped across the room and opened the door into the den. Ralphie, what are you doing? he asked firmly. HReadin', answered Ralphie without lifting his eyes from Dick Tracy. '1 know that, Ralph, but what were you doing before? Before I was readin'? inquired Ralphie in- nocently. Yes, Ralph, before you were reading. Writin', said Ralphie, as Dick Tracy was removed from the immediate region. 'iWriting what, Raiphie? was the next reply. Somethin', muttered Ralphie, looking at his pocket Something like another entry blank? Mr. Pringle's voice was getting louder. HI thought your mother and I told you never to enter any more of those silly contests. HAW, Dad, whined Raiphie, HWeasel's mother lets him enter lots of contests. HBut does Weasel's mother have one hundred tWenty-six boxes of Crinky Crackle: without tops in her basement? Does Weasei's father have torty-three cans of Afax Axei Grease in his gar- age? Lester was shouting now. Weasel doesn't hGVe a garage, said Ralphie calmly. t'All right, Raiphie, I'll make you a proposi- tion, Mr. Pringie mopped his brow. 'Do you have another entry blank? 'iHuh? said Ralphie, evidently surprised. HI asked if you had any more entry blanks Sure, replied Rolphie, as he fished several from his pocket. I got twenty-tive of 'em. Lester picked up Ralphie's pen. On the first twenty-tour, he placed Ralphie's name and named the pony John or Pete or Alice. On the last he scrawled LeE-SeTvE-R P-R-I-N-G-L-E on the dotted line When he came to the liName the Beuotitul Pony line, he put down J-O-H-N F-O-S-T-E-R D-U-L-L-E-S. Now what do we enclose? quere ied Lester, as he stomped the envelopes. i'll get 'em, said Ralphie, who was evidently enjoying the situation. He disappeared into the basement and returned with twenty-five Crinky Crackles box tops. It will cost you about A . lRolphie was doing mental computationsl . . . ltwenty bucks, he said skeptically. IF it costs me two hundred and twenty, it will be worth it to teach you a lesson! declared Lester. He then explained the law of chance and Pringle luck to his son, several times. Ralphie didnlt seem to grasp the situation wholly, but Lester hoped he was absorbing some of it. He explained how Ralphie had entered the contest twenty-five times, counting the entry Ralphie had filled out himself, and how he, Lester, had entered once. Now, son, it only twenty-seven people enter this contest, you just can't win. Rolphie looked a little dense, but at this point his face brightened and he said, We gotta go down to the T. V. station next Saturday for the drawin'. His countenance took on an evil glints HWeosel's never been on T. V. i'Youlre not going to be on it either, friend! warned Lester. T'You iust con't winl'l' Next Saturday found the Pringles seated in the television station. Ralphie carried a small paper sack. It contained an apple, Weasel's contribu- tion to the anticipated pony. Mrst Pringle passed the time before the rising of the curtain thinking about what she was going to wear to the P. T. A. Briclal Party e Michaele Hohn, First Grade meeting. Rolphie was imagining Weasel's ex- pression as they towed Mickey Mantle home, Lester was thinking about how he was going to use forty-three cans of Aiax Axle Grease, with out labels, when he was summoned from his seat by on usher. Ralphie leaned toward his mother. HWhere's Dad goin'? he asked. Hushl'i snapped his mother. 'The show's starting. After the usual introductions, the master of ceremonies come to the big issue of the day. ilAnd now, ladies and gentlemen, we will an- nounce the winner of our lWin the Beautiful Pony Contest's The winner has alreaziy been notified and is at this very minute perhaps fulfilling a life- long dream. He is riding his own pony! Ralphie sighed. The announcer continued. i'And now, kiddies, here's the little winner on his pony, John Foster Dulles, Lester Pringle! The curtain rose and the crowd gasped. There sat Lester on u sagging Jo Ft Dulles, Kind of old for a pony, arenlt you, sonny? quipped the announcer. Les- ter remembered that lie was on television and didn't say anything He waved to Weasel instead. Lester was silent on the way home. Mrs. Pringle was thinking what the girls would say. Rolphie was thinking what WeGSel would say. Mr. Pringle stopped in front of a grocery store and went inside. He returned with three large brown bags, l'What 'cha got? asked Rolphie. Lester didn't reply Hey, Dad, I asked you what 'cha got in the bags, repeated Ralphie. HAnswer the boyl Lester, said Mrs. Pringle. Hlt's iust a little axle grease, Martha. Don't get so upset. And what's in the other tw0 bags? queried Martha firmly. t'Crinky Cracklesl grinned Lester. 'lAw, Dad, said Rolphie wisely, you iust can't win! Pig - Sherry Strosser, Second Grade Page Ninety-seven HIGH SCHOOL DESIGN Honorable Mention, Carolyn Kuhn Twelfth Grade INTERMEDIATE DRAWING PRIZE Betsey Rowold Seventh Grade ? Au 11.??er HIGH SCHOOL DRAWING PRIZE - Margie Kchn Eleventh Grade PRIMARY DRAWING PRIZE - Alice M050! - Fourth Grade HIGH SCHOOL DRAWING W Second Honorable INTERMEDIATE DRAWING - Second Honorable Menfion, Elana Rhodes, Tenih Grade Mention, Michele MacKeller, Sixth Grade Page Ninery-eight A .. .. - . 5-9? IEWWW 112, ? n F PRIMARY DRAWING .4 First Honorable Mention, Kristin Lowe, Fourth Grade INTERMEDIATE DRAWING First Honorable Mention, Robin Millan, Sevenfh Grade HIGH SCHOOL DESIGN PRIZE - Nancy Banker Tenth Grade HIGH SCHOOL DRAWING Firs! 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