College Preparatory School - Milestone Yearbook (Cincinnati, OH)

Text from Pages 1 - 142 of the 1962 volume:

The Nile st one $51: I 1 4M le wa ' 'I AM I X. l-- 4 W The College M . Prc aratory . chool . i Clncinnati, Ohm Page Two DEDICATION For her patience and understanding, for her sincege interest in each individual, and for her diligent work in instilling in all of us an apprecia- tion and understanding of English grammar and literature, we, the class of 1962, dedicate the MILESTONE To our beloved teacher, Mrs. Homer H. Williams Page Three The Fac u lty Rodney V Beach Arse P. Farah Heodmos+ a r Buslnastonoger Ann Beach PhyHIs Beard Daono Avrd Nancy Blemker fcormveBr'odFOf'd ' rag h FPEnCh qunce R1ysmalEduco+nn Enghsh 505m $3.,de iw Clarnen-hne QJllum Eugene. cuuum Dams Draws APIeHe Delcry Jean Domeny F' ench 56091, Mdhm Mo+h emsa-Ics. F r ench Chemsh-Y LGhH 'P hysncs '32; 3'3 qnnann Dunlap Pe ggY Ewes Renate F ormer' Ma r+ho Farr .3310: Fo?MIn-z I I UT k3 O H .si-ory KmdergoM-en L Hnsia'y OF AN Second Grade. ?,ng 5mm- Page Four MargorH-Gewsbn Edlfh Holt EdH-h Herr- Eddh .Tuhel Shwley Km F: r51- Grace. 59qu Shades Dlehwhcxn Enghsh Thwd Grade. 532d '. , $.Lnfl ?'- Ehmbeih Khodel Jone Meblch JUCJY McKinney Olwaer Noudeau Pdr-ucso ?xeme, MUSC- ' Wafery Physccxl Educoi-mdn ' French F?'ench Ghazadeen Gan Pruden Gwendoayn schoepnr. Grace shoFer- ' Augusm Srnd-h FourH'x Gracie ,Dr'omohcs MmM$Ience Morhen-uhcs L-D'hh Henmai ca Emrt Margord waack Jane Qonquen Aryans: wnhams Saare+om y Bookkeepe F Nursery School English Page Five Page Six FOREWORD The MILESTONE has chosen Roman Times as its theme. Ancient Rome is stEll looked to as the capital of the greatest and most extensive em- pire in history. We must remember, however, that Rome was not built in a day . No one can accomplish great things without much time and hard work. The MILESTONE of 1962 feels that there is much to be learned from this example. To build an empire, It is necessary to work steadily and seek perfection in small ways. To fulfill dreams, there must be action. We have found that this method works for school. We must also use it for future goals, it we are to benefit further from our education received here. Page Eight SENIOR CLASS OFFICERS CLASS PRESIDENT ........................................................................................................... Lynn Stark CLASS VICE-PRESIDENT ........................................................................................ Susan Wcrrener CLASS SECRETARYATREASURER .................................................................................. Chary Caren CLASS ADVISER ....................................... .......................................................................... Mr. Beach Ward! n garJed V dofe on his very absence. Shakespeare Page Nine Wargamf ofeziter gateman The sweetest icy, the wildest woe, is love.' Bailey Page Ten 130nm oZIDML'Je gumd I'm afraid I'm more interesfed in men than cuHure. Skinner Page Efeven Page Twelve Greaf fhoughfs come from the heart. Vauvencu'gues Wary. Clarim Caren EEZJEM Jim Earenleamla Her eyes are homes of silenf prayer. Tennyson Page Ihmeen QM; Marie clefjowet A merry hecn'riI goes a the day. Shakespeare Page Fourteen gum VJ glyph Diligence is the mother of good forfune. C ervanfes Page Fifteen ECLPALH'OL Jae .Aluenefefal ' H is more blessed to give them to receive. John Page Sixhaen XQMIL gfaine jdraef My candle burns at both ends. Edna Sr. Vincent Millay Page Seventeen garga ra M yaw Her hair shallbe of whenl color it please God. Shakespeare Page Eighteen c1135 ie yum ' Fragi!e beginnings of a mighty end. N orfon Page Nineteen Clergy fining Jam I had rather be a kitten. Shakespeare Page TWemy CAMotte POCLWJK JaCLman Like fhe fainf, exquisife music of a dream.' Moore Page Twen ty-on e CQFOK lam Jazarud UThy modesty's a candle to fhy merit. Fielding Page TwenJy-rwo gargara yogurt Openind 0n, Hf? is good to live and Iearn. C ervantes Page TwenIy-H'Ires jRVLB 549,90th With malice toward none, with charify for all. E Lincoln Page Twenl'y-iour CatAerine ggzageilL JuArman 'A HHIe nonsense now and then is relished by the wisesf men. Anonymous Page Tweniy-five Page Twenry-six As merry as fhe day is long. Shakespeare Mary WC gym? or Marx ' A sform in a feacup. Bernard Page Twenfpseven jnita lam pmzwz 'BUf 1' have promises fo keep, and miles to go before I sleep. Frost Page Tweniy-eigh? gargara Moore jyrilfz HYour hearfs desires be with you. Shakespeare Page Twenlyvnine Page Thirty 'Tnthusiasm is the genius of sincerity. Bulwer a $365674 aqacgue fine Star; Twas her thinking of ofhers that mode you fhink of her.' Browning Page Thirly-one ; '1 shall be frue, for there are those fhaf frusf me. C hinese Proverb Page ThirIy-two Mary of? Count jaw Wary SAericLlan Wonk, H TL; 9000' to be merry and wise. Jonson Page Thiriy-fhree .13 mam .Alowa, P6! WW A prayer for fhe beloved in your hearf and a song of praise upon your lips. Gibrun Page Thfrl'yJaur SENIOR ACTIVITIES Completed To November of 1961 MERRILYN BARDES: Dramatic Club, 9,10,11,12;CORNERSTONE, 9, 10,11, 12; MILESTONE Business Manager, 12,- Afhlefic Awards, 9, 10; Varsity Hockey, 9, 10, 11, 12; Varsity Volleyball and Basketball, 10, 11; Varsity Baseball, 11; Class Vice-Presidenf, 9; Needle- work Guild, 11. PEGGY BATEMAN: Dramatic Club, 9, 10, 11, 12; HPygmaIion , 10; CORNERSTONE News and Feature Editor, 11,- CORNERSTONE Co-Editor, 12; MILESTONE Awards, 9, 10, 11; Class Secretary-Treasurer, 11; Honor Roll, 9, 10, 11; Alliance Frangaise Award, 11. BONNIE BURNS: Dramatic Club, 9, 10, 11, 12; CORNERSTONE, 10, 11; Varsity Hockey, 10; Varsity Volleyball, 11. CHARY CAREN: Mariemont High School, 9, 10; Dramafic Club, 11, 12; MILESTONE Ad- verfising Editor, 12; Varsi'ry Hockey, 12; Class Secrefary-Treasurer, 12. LIBBY DARENKAMP: Glee Club, 9, 10; Dramatic Club, 9, 10, 11, 12; Stoke's School , 9; CORNERSTONE Business and Advertising Manager, 12; MILESTONE Fashion Show, 12; Athletic Awards, 9, 10, 11,- Studeni Council, 10. DEDE DEFOSSET: Dramatic Club, 9, 10, 11, 12; uJoun of Lorraine , 11; CORNERSTONE, 11, 12; MILESTONE Humor Editor, 12; Athletic Awards, 9, 10; Varsity Hockey, 12; Varsity Volleyball, 11; Varsity Baseball, 10, 11; Needlework Guild, 11; Red Cross, 9. LiNDA EBERTS: Glee Club, 9, 10, 11, 12; HStoke's School , 9; Dramatic Club, 9, 10, 11, 12; Joan of Lorraine , 11; CORNERSTONE, 12. BARBARA HUENEFELD: Glee Club, 9, 10, 11, 12; HSroke1s School , 9; Dramatic Ciub, 9, 10, 11, 12; Pygmalion , 10; CORNERSTONE, 12; Athletic Awards, 9, 10, 11; Student Councii, 10. JILL JAPP: Dramatic Club, 9, 10, 11, 12; CORNERSTONE Sports Edifor, 11, 12; Afh1etic Awards, 9, 10, 11; Varsity Hockey, 10, 11, 12; Varsity Volleyball, 10, 11; Varsity Basketball, 9, 10, 11; Varsity Basketball, 11; Needlework Guild, 12. Page Thirfy-five LESLIE JUDD: Dramatic Club, 9, 10, 11, 12; Joan of Lorraine , 11,- CORNERSTONE, 9, 10, 11, 12; MILESTONE Junior Representative, 11; MILESTONE Secretary, 12; MILE- STONE Fashion Show, 12; Athfefic Awards, 9, 10, 11; Student Council, 9; Honor R011, 9, 10, 11; Needlework Guild, 9, 10, 11. CHERRY KRAUS: Glee Club, 9, 10, 11, 12; Stoke's School , 9; Dramatic Club, 9, 10, 11, 12; Dramafic Club Vice-Presidenf, 12; Pygmulion , 10; CORNERSTONE, 9, 10, 11, 12; MILESTONE Assislcmf Phofography Editor, 12; MILESTONE Award, 9; MILESTONE Fashion Show, 9, 12; Athletic Awards, 9, 10, 11; Varsity Hockey and Boskelbull, 10, 11; Cross Secretalry-Treosurer, 9; Mercantile Library Award, 11. CHARLOTTE LACKMAN: Glee Club, 9, 10, 11, 12; Glee Club President, 12; Stoke's School , 9; Drumufic Club, 9, 10, 11, 12; Joan of Lorraine , 11; CORNERSTONE, 11, 12; Athletic Awards, 10, 11; C1055 Secretary-Treasurer, 10; Glee Ciub Triple Trio, 11, 12. CAROL LAZARUS: Dramqfic Club, 10, 11; CORNERSTONE Photography Edifor, 12; MILE- STONE Assisfant Contest Editor, 12. BARBARA LEV1NSON: Walnut Hills High School, 9; Glee Club, 10, 11; Dramatic Club, 10, 11, 12; MILESTONE Fashion Show, 11; Honorary Athletic Club, 11, 12; Honorary Athletic Club President, 12; Athletic Awards, 10, 11; Varsity Hockey, 10, 11, 12; Varsity VolIeybull, Basketball, and Baseball, 10, 11; Student Council, 11. LINDA LIPPOLDT: Ba'resville High SchooI, 9, 10, 11; Glee Club, 12; Dramatic Club, 12; Student Council, 12; Glee Club Triple Trio, 12. CATHY LUHRMAN: Glee Club, 11, 12; Dramatic Club, 9, 10, 11, 12; Joan of Lorraine , 11; CORNERSTONE, 9; MILESTONE Assisfcmt Humor Editor, 12; MILESTONE Award, 10; Athieiic Awards, 9, 10, 11; Varsity Hockey, 12; Baseball, 9, 10, 11; Red Cross, 12. MOLLY MARX: Glee Club, 9, 10, 11, 12; Glee Club Librarian, 9, 10; Stoke's School , 9; Dramatic Club, 9, 10, 11, 12; MILESTONE Art Editor, 12; MILESTONE Fashion Show, 11, 12; Honorary Athletic Club, 10, 11, 12,- Afhlefic Awards, 9, 10, 11; Varsify Hockey, 9,10, 11,12;Varsify Volleyball, Basketball, and BasebaH, 9, 10, 11; Blue Team Capmin, 12; Studenf Council, 9, 12; Class Vice-President, 11; Citizenship Award, 10, 11, 12; Glee Club Triple Trio, 11, 12. NANCY PAGEL: Dramatic Club, 9, 10, 11, 12; Joan of Lorraine , 11. Page YhJ'ny-six ANITA PANDORF: Glee Club, 9, 10, 11, 12; Sioke's School , 9; Dramatic Club, 9, 10, 11, 12; MILESTONE Assistant Advertising Manager 12; Glee Club Triple Trio, 12. BARBARA FRITZ: Walnut Hills High School, 9, 10; Dramatic Club, 11, 12; CORNERSTONE Co-Edifor, 12. BECKY SMITH: Glee Club, 9, 10, 11, 12,- Stoke1s School , 9; Dramatic Club, 9, 10, 11, 12; Dramatic Club President, 12; Pygmulion , 10; Joan of Lorraine , 11; CORNERSTONE, 12; MILESTONE Phofography Edifor, 12; MILESTONE Award, 10,- MILESTONE Fashion Show, 9; Honorary Athletic Club, 10, 11, 12; Athletic Awards, 9, 10, 11; Varsity Hockey, 9, 10, 11, 12,- Varsity VolleyboH, Basketball, and Baseball, 9, 10, 11; Student Council Vice-Presidenf and Secretory-Treasurer, 11; Class President, 10; Glee Club Tripfe Trio, 11, 12. LYNN STARK: Dramatic Club, 9, 10, 11, 12; Dramatic Club Treasurer, 10, 11; CORNER- STONE Technical Editor, 12; MILESTONE Junior Representative, 11; MILESTONE Board, 12; Honorary Athletic Club, 11, 12; Athletic Awards, 9, 10, 11; Varsify Hockey, 9, 10, 11, 12; Varsity Volleyball, Basketball, and Baseball, 9, 10, 11; Ping Pong Cup, 11; Class President, 9, 12; Honor Roll, 9, 10; Citizenship Award, 9, 10, 11, 12. MARY TARR: Glee Club, 9, 10, 11; Dramatic Club, 9, 10, 11, 12; Honorary Athletic Club, 11, 12; Athletic Awards, 9, 10, 11; Varsity Hockey, 10, 11, 12,- Varsity Volleyball, Basketball, and Baseball, 10, 11; Student Council, 11, 12; Student Council Presidenf, 12. SHERRY WALKER: Glee Club, 9, 10, 11, 12; Stoke's School , 9; Dramatic Club, 9, 10, 11, 12; 'Joon of Lorraine , 11; CORNERSTONE, 9, 10, 11; MILESTONE Editor, 12; MILE- STONE Awards, 9, 10; Athletic Awards, 9, 10; Varsify Hockey, 12; Varsity Volleyball, 10, 11, 12; Class President 11; Honor Roll, 9, 10, 11; Alliance Frangaise Award, 11; Gfee Club Triple Trio, 9, 11, 12; Varsity Basketball, 10. SUSAN WARRENER: Glee Club, 9, 10, 11, 12; Sloke's Schoo1 , 9; Dramatic Club, 9, 10, 11, 12; MILESTONE Financial Editor, 12; Honorary Athletic Club, 12; Athletic Awards, 10, 11; Varsity Hockey, 9, 10, 11, 12; Varsily Volleyball, 9, 10, 11; Varsify Baseball, 11; Class Vjce-Presidenf, 10, 12; Glee Club Triple Trio, 12. Page Thirly-seven THE SILVER TEA Leslie, Molly, Lynn, and Sue, kind of course there's Mary toot Frolicked 'round the Roman Forum With normal nursery school decorum. When Merrilyn entered in kindergarten We knew that things were really starting; Though the class had iusf begun, Pluinly, we'd have lots of fun. When Charlotte joined in the First grade, We knew we really had it made. Dede was added in grade four, And then we increased more and more, As Peggy, Carol, and a Kraus called Cherry Came in the fifth along with Sherry. Page Thirty-eight Lindu E. and Barbara H., Joined us in our merry chase Through the seventh, free of fancy, Along with Cathy, Bonnie, and Nancy. With Libby, Becky, Ruth, and Jill We reigned supreme on the Seven Hills. Anita too arrived in grade nine, And twenty-two girls now formed the line; Barbara L. appeared in grade ten, Armed with ruler, pencil, and pen, To aid us in our quest for knowledge As we prepared ourselves for College. In the eleventh, Barbara P., Was added to our twenty-three. But even twenty-four proved wrong When Chary came to our Senate throng. Excitement reigned with many a cheer, As we commenced our Senior year. Linda L. ioined our pranks and tricks To make our number twenty-six. So march we know to graduation, Then on to higher education. Our friendships true and memories dear We'll keep and cherish for many a year. Our Roman Empire we bequeath To the cfasses underneath, And may they find the happiness That we have known at C. P. S. Page Thirty-nina SeanJrOPS Lmdd L- Barbara? Page Forfy Barbara: H - Barbara L . Page Fariy-une l Came... I sou... I Conquehed. T ecrl- . ' In Dade'a bed?! tugghln The. good aha dcgs - $q3rb aH 5c: Imnncrl'ur-e g : i 3m C36? QSCX-Cogfng. Menu +0 gou mean on tn s'p'm crh'on Page ForiyVlwo +he. teH-ex-s gcuv'e haven 13'- ; 1135+ mme. Hail'hau,+he gangs +hr-ough4-he dim as here , on clo-wS-th 3:95? C'hohgexn OnuForm O.Hom-ed 'x D'nokdl'c! +he4j sag albino? Prue? The K4 6g:+on Q ourfa- ' -.' van:- - Page Forty-ihree SCHOOL CALENDAR 1961-1962 September 11 2School opens for grades One through Twelve. September 132Pre-Kindergarien and Kindergarten open. Sepfember 212MlLESTONE and CORNERSTONE convocation. September 262P1T.A1 meeHng. September 272Freshman Day and Talent show; Party for new girls in grades Seven through Twelve. October 32Annual Corporc'rion Meeting. October 42Convocafion: Mrs. Fred Lazarus speaks about the Symphony. October 172Upper School aptitude testing,- Alumnoe-Sfudenl Hockey Game. October 252Fail Carnival. October 282MILESTONE Fashion Show. October 302Hallowe1en Party to welcome the new girls in grades Three Through Six. November 42Silver Tea 01 the home of Mrs. Oliver L. Bardes. November 172Middle School ploy, Many Moons . November 222Thonksgiving Convocation: Rev. F. Montague Pearce, speaker. November 22-27 2Thanksgiving Holidays. November 242Alumnue Children's Party, Turkey Trot . November 302Convocatibn: Chief SchroTel, speaker, December 22SAT, CEEE for Seniors. December 16-Senior Christmas Sale at Hyde Park Square. December 21 -Chrisfmus Pageant. December 21 - January 2 2 Christmas Holidays. January 132 CEEB, ACH for Seniors. January 17-232 EXAMS! 1! January 242Second Semester begins. February 12 2 P.T.A. meeting. February 222Open House for Prospective Students,- Sixth Grade Fashion Show. March 3 2SAT, CEEB for Juniors. March 9- Dramatic Club play, The Matchmaker . March 24 - April 9 2 Spring Holidays. April 17- P.T.A. meeting. April 272Glee Club Program. May 162 May Rafe. May 192C558, ACH for some Juniors. May 302Memoriol Doy2Holiday. June 82Commencement Rehearsci; Alumnae Luncheon for Seniors. June 92Commencement, Page Foriy-four g lVl Junie; Gladiators Page Fcriy-Hve THE JUNIOR CLASS LEFT TO RiGHT: FIRST ROW: Robin Millon, Jane Tomlinson, Betsy Ditmors, Diana Doyle, Betsey Rowold, Jone Pierson, Maryellen Hagen. SECOND ROW: Sue Owens, Cynfhia Weiffenbach, Jean Donaldson, Ren e LoBoifeaux, None'rte Herrmunn, Joan Mofhes, Ellen Gillespie. THIRD ROW: Sharon Nelson, Jone Guggenheim, Deidre Hair, Catherine Jones, Lois Garrison, Carol Tyler, Barbara Detien, Jane Bradford, Lisa Meek. CLASS OFFICERS: President .............................................................................................................................. Diana Doyle Vice-Presidenf .................................................................................................................... Befsy Ditmars Secretary-Treasurer ...................................................................................................... Betsey Rowold Class Adviser ......................................................................................................................... Mrs, Juhel Page Foriy-six THE SOPHOMORE CLASS LEFT TO RIGHT: FIRST ROW: Ann Weichert, Ann Stark, Linda White, Alison Beall, Ann Fechheimer, Lea Ferguson, Linda Bartlett ' SECOND ROW: Mary Joseph, Carolyn Adnee, Elbrey Harrell, Roxonn DieHenbach, Pamela Sustre, Shelley deFosseT, Charlotte Bury, Erica Hahn, THIRD ROW. Roberto MonsFIeld, Linda Pagel, Barbara Kloyf, Margaret Porter, Mary Jo Woolford, Georgina Lowe, Susan Balcorn, Jacqueline Sfrader, NOT IN PICTURE: Maureen Taylor. CLASS OFFICERS: President ................................................................................................................................ Alison Beall Vice-Presidenf ,,,,,,,,, , ............................................................................................................ I:indu White Secretary-Treasurer Ann Fechheimer Class Adviser Miss Blemker Page Forfy-seven THE FRESHMAN CLASS LEFT TO RIGHT: FIRST ROW: Ginger Withenbury, Ann Bartlett, Susan Mixrer, Deborah Barrows, Cynthia Ware, Chrisfine Moore, Kathleen McLuurEn, Martha Millun. SECOND ROW; Gael Kinney, Cynthia Lippoldr, Judy Abbot, Deborah Hinckley, Carol Smith, Anne Taylor, Martha White. STANDING: Marjorie Davisl Donna Tangeman, Lynn Sterne, Sandra Love, Maria Loring, Cheryl Schaiz, Nancy Rff'rer, Sarah Mefcalf, Margaret Lazarus, Sandro Wuterfleld, Britfcin Bardes, Gayle Ficken, Eleanor Lazarus, Jone Maddox, Linda Biederman, Lennie vae, Mary Moore Thompson, Lawsie Pennington. CLASS OFFICERS: FresideniL Cynthia Ware Vice-Presidenf .............................................................................................................. Deborah Barrows Secretory-Treosurer ...................................................................................................... Christine Moore Class Adviser .......................................................................................................................... Mrs. Pierce Page Forry-eight THE EIGHTH GRADE LEFT TO RIGHT: FIRST ROW: Polly Guggenheim, Virginia Walters, Lucy Smith, Corol Witten, Mary Jane Deupree, Susan Lynn, Caroline Godley, Stephanie Holmes, Ruth Harris. SECOND ROW: Ann RafliE, Virginia Stark, Kathryn Whife, Arm Westheimisr, Peggy Presser, Kristin Lowe, Kathryn Lunken, Barbara Hoy, Sarah Graf, Cassie Schwartz. THIRD ROW: Elizabeth Hickenlooper, Cynthia Kuhn, Margaret Ecker, Karen Gould, Pamela Larsen, Evelyn Rusk, Alice MoHut, Christine Hiotf, Peggy Broz, Linda Lackmon. NOT IN PICTURE: Nancy Amundsen, Ann Gefz. CLASS OFFICERS: Presidenf .................................................................................................................. Mary Jane Deupree Vice-President ...................................................................................................................... Carol Witfen Secretary ......................................................................................... Susan Lynn Class Adviser .......................................................................................................................... Mrs. Davis Page Forfy-nine THE SEVENTH GRADE LEFT TO RIGHT: FIRST ROW: Peggy Dozier, Lois Kinney, Katherine Davis, Christina Patterson, Ellen Patterson, Beth Marsh, Susan Skilken, Druisilla Afterholl, Joan Raymond. SECOND ROW: Louise Atkins, Linda Bright, Margorei Farmer, Doro LeWIs, Barbara Hexem, Peggy Harrell, Emily Ann Wuerdeman, Jane Pape, Susan Feuss, Elizabeth Collins, THIRD ROW: Sally Slikerman, Christina HoHner, Patti Cummins, Laura Ware, Sarah Rooch, Frances Sive, Jean Perin, EHen Evans, Pamela Winchester, Laura Eanes. NOT IN PICTURE: Sandy Cohen. CLASS OFFICERS: President ............................................................................................................................ Ellen Patterson Vice-President Tina Patterson Secretary-Treasurer ................................................................................................... , ......... Beth Marsh Class Adviser Page FiHy THE SIXTH GRADE LEFT TO RIGHT: FIRST ROW: Lynne Johnson, Roberta Wood, Holly Drew. SECOND ROW: Carol Stevens, Christine Adnee, Susan Heilbrun. THIRD ROW: Margo Lunken, Nancy Goodman, Nancy Osmond. FOURTH ROW: Deborah Danief, Sharon Sfrasser, Ginger Howard. FIFTH ROW: Jane Ritter, Jill Johnston, Kitty Amidon. SIXTH ROW: Laura Love, Alys Baldwin, Susan Smith. SEVENTH ROW: Susan Mercier, Cynthia Twochtman. NOT IN PICTURE: Molly Brightwell. CLASS OFFICERS: President .................................................................................................................. Roberta Wood Vice-Presidenf Lynne Johnson Secretary-Treasurer ................................................................................................. Holly Drew Class Adviser .................................................................................................................... Mrs. Williams Page Fihymne THE FIFTH GRADE LEFT TO RIGHT: FIRST ROW: Deborah Meyer, Catherine Fox, Slephunie Block, Judith Floherfy, Florence Phinney, Stephanie Tunison. SECOND ROW: Janet Loveland, Pamela Fisher, Deborah Emmich, Amy Rosenberg, Catherine Cain, Donna Kiefer, Michaele Hahn, Susan Klein, Josephine Taylor, Ellen Sfrauss, Susan Feibelman, Gretchen Holzman, Iphigene Bettmcmfk 3 Firs? Semesfer NOT iN PICTURE: Lundis Holden. CLASS OFFICERS: President ....................................................................................................................... Stephanie Block Vice-Presidenf .................................................................................................................. Judith Flaherty Secrefary ............................................................................................................................ Catherine Fox Treasurer ........................................................................................................................ Florence Phinney Class Adviser ......................................... , .......................................................................... Mrs. Bradford Page HHy-Iwo THE FOURTH GRADE LEFT TO RIGHT: FIRST ROW: Nancy Ringo, Linda Erb. SECOND ROW: Marilyn Scripps, Susan Goodman, Ann Findlater, Valerie Gehler, Bonnie Zapf, Carlyn Bimel, Mary MoHaT, Noel Dickey, Anni Macht. CLASS OFFICERS: President, First Semester ....................................... Bonnie Zapf President, Seconcf Semester .............................................................................................. Nancy Ringo Secretary-Treusurer ................................................................................................................. Linda Erb Adviser .................................................................................................................................... Mrs. Pruden Page Fiffy-l'hree THE THIRD GRADE LEFT TO RIGHT: FIRST ROW: Susan Johnson, Mary Raymond, Page Thompson, Rebecco Weisfer. SECOND ROW: Lucy Beffs, Brooke Crone, Laura Dunlap, Pamela Fogg. THIRD ROW: Sharon Twachtmon, Muriorie Zopf, Betsy Rosenberg, Lucy Slickermun, NOT IN PICTURE: Virginia Sive, Elizabefh Brightwell. Adviser ............................................................................................................................ Page FJHy-four ........... Miss Kemper THE SECOND GRADE LEFT TO RIGHT: FIRST ROW: Jill Johnson, Brant Rogers, Sfuurt Schulman, Deborah Honselmon. SECOND ROW: Arthur BoTterell, Frederick Reimer. THIRD ROW: Sanciy SheFFIeld, Curl ZaFrE NOT IN PICTURE: Ross Selmeier, Terrell Dickey. Class Adviser Mrs. Farr Page Fifiy-Hve THE FIRST GRADE TOP TO BOTTOM: LEF1 DIAGONAL: Tommy Beach, Sherry Darwin, Susan Steveng, Martha Klayf. RIGHT DIAGONAL: Jcm Krakauer, Carol Robinscn, Julia SentenMary Beth Ingram. LEFT TO RIGHT: HORIZONTAL: Chris Dieiz, Ricky Liebich, Ilene Fisher, Louiaa Lewis, June Peters, Viciorkx deGunon, Diane Zapf, Betsy Beach, Ann Feibleman. NOT IN PICTURE: Kristy Ann Grueneberg. Adviser .................................................................................................................................... Mrs. Geisler Page Fr'hy-six THE KINDERGARTEN AND NURSERY SCHOOL LEFT TO RIGHT: Jerry Howard, Eric Krakouer, John Wuerdemon, Anne Aitken, Lisa Winger, John Drew, Mifsu Suyemofo, Amy Frederick, Koren Schulman, Julie Scripps, Miss HB Wiley, Cyn'rhia Bardes, Morley Thompson, Deborah Upson, William Dunlap, Lece Lohr, Billy Drew, Bianca Muurer, Maud Worthington, Susan Upson, Eileen Gould, Louis Sfobler, Lorraine Barnef, Ellis Lewis, Peter Mills, Vicforio Naudeau. NOT IN PICTURE: Ralph Grace. Class Advisers .......................................................................................... Mrs. Eanes, Miss Von Vyven. Page Fiffy-seven GROUNDBREAKING-February 2, 1962 Left fo Rigth Mr. Carl A. Sfrauss, Miss Ange Faran, Mr. Rodney V. Beach, Mr Smith Hickenlooper, Jr., Miss Pearl CoMeral, Rev. Hugh Bean Evans. The Adminisfrah'on Building Page Fiflyveigh! Page Fiffy-nine 1' he scene. GC- irhe. Utme . ,4 Eame. vmger'uc-m-rue E Ira Ln men WM do 04:30 haugb 59H For qoorSehogs? qmdlhcame mku'hq! 7W - I Fcnowinq in tmq 159K mg. 1136: m is -- Sisfers Maps. no caghesl ohms aaf-qoarspinqch! Page Sixry t. . Vt . : MI 1 Activities THE STUDENT COUNCIL LEFT TO RIGHT: SEATED: Robin Millan, Mary Torr, STANDING: Lucy Smith, Elizabeth Hickenlooper, Jane Tomlinson, Ann Fechhefmer, Jone Guggenheim, Linda White, Molly Marx, Margaret Lazarus, Linda Lippoldf, Sthey deFosseI, Deborah Hinkley Katherine Davis, Lois Kinney. , OFFICERS: President Mary Torr Secretary-Treosurer . Robin Millun Adviser ...................................................................................................................................... Mr. Beach Page Sixiy-iwo THE MILESTONE BOARD LEFT TO RIGHT: SEATED: Edifor ................................................................................................................................ Sherry Walker STANDING: Humor Editor Dale deFosse1 Financial Editor ............................................................................................................ Susan Warrener Contest Editor ........................................................................................................................ Ruth Israel Business Manager .......................................................................................................... Merrilyn Burdes Assistant Photography Editor ............................................................................................ Cherry Kruus Junior Represenmfive ................................................................................................ Elizabeth Ditmurs Adverfising Editor ................................................................................................................ Chory Caren Art Editor ................................................................................................................................ Molly Marx Assistant Contest Editor . Carol Lazarus Photography Editor .......................................................................................................... Rebecca Smith Senior Class President Lynn Stark Assisfonf Advertising Editor ............................................................................................. Anim Pandorf Assistant Humor Editor ............................................................................................ Catherine Luhrmun Secretory .................................................................................................................................. Leslie Judd NOT IN PICTURE: Junior Representative Kale Jones Adviser Miss Schoepfle Page Sixiy-three THE GLEE CLUB MW LEFT TO RIGHT: FIRST ROW: Susan Worrener, Pam Sasfre, Linda BarfleH, Anne Weichert,Morfha Millan, Churlofre Lackman, Betsy Ditmars, Roberta Mansf'leld, Roxann DieHenbach. SECOND ROW: Anitcx Pandorf, Ann Stork, Linda Eberts, Cathy Luhrmon, Barbara Pritz, Ginger Wifhenbury, Carol Smith, Joan Mafhes, Ricky Hahn, Jane Pierson, Robin Millan, Cheryl Kraus. THIRD ROW: Margaret Lazarus, Linda Lippoldf, Ann Fechheimer, Corinne Pennington, Gael Kinney, Nancy Ritter, Betsey Rowold, Anne Taylor, Eleanor Lazarus, Ellen Gillespie, Alison Beall, Carolyn Adnee, Shelley deFossef FOURTH ROW: Nan Herrmonn, Molly Marx, Dee Doyle, Sherry Walker, Gina Lowe, Carol Tyler, Donna Tange- mcn, Cheryl Schufz, Sandy Love, Jone Maddox, Linda White, Gee Porter, Becky Smith, Cyn- fhic Wore. NOT IN PICTURE: Cynthia Weiffenbctch OFFICERS: President Charlotte Lockmon Vice-Presidem . ........................................................... Befsy Difmars Librarian ......................................................... Anne Weichert Assistonf Librarian ............................................................................................................ Martha Millon Adviser .................................................................................................................................... Mrs. Knodel Page Sixty-four THE DRAMATIC CLUB LEFT TO RIGHT: FIRST ROW: , Susan Warrener, Cafhy Luhrman, Linda Eberfs, Dale deFossef, Leslie Judd, Ann Stark, Becky Smith, Cherry Kruus, Jone Pierson, Ellen Gillespie, Robin Millon, Debbie Hinckley, Linda Bieder- man. SECOND ROW: Chury Caren, Lynn Stark, Mary Torr, Barbara Pril'z, Cynthia Lippoldf, Brifiy Bardes, Ann Fech- heimer, Shelley deFossef, Linda Bartlett, Alison Beoll, Ann Weichert, Roberto Mansfield, Joan Mathes, Eleanor Lazarus. THIRD ROW: Pam Sostre, Anita Pondorf, Linda Lippoldt, Carolyn Adnee, Elbrey Harrell, Erica Hahn, Sondra Love, Linda White, Helena Sive, Roxonn DieHenboch, Marjorie Davis, Martha White, Deb- orah Barrows. FOURTH ROW: Molly Marx, Diana Doyle, Elizabeth Difmars, Bonnie Burns, Sherry Walker, Charlotte Lack- mczn, Carol Tyler, Gina Lowe, Merrilyn Bordes, Barb Levinson, Jane Maddox, Margaret Porter, Peggy Boteman, Sandra Waterf'leld. OFFICERS: President .................................................................................................................................. Becky Smith Vice-Presidenr Cherry Krous SecreforrTreosurer .................................................................................................................. Ann Stark Adviser .................................................................................................................................... Miss Pruden Page Sixl'y-fl've THE CORNERSTONE STAFF LEFT TO RIGHT: SEATED: Co-Editor ............................................................................................................................ Barbara Pritz COvEdI'for .......................................................................................................................... Peggy Bmemun STANDING: Business Manager ............... ......... .......................... EHzabefh Darenkamp Sports Editor ............... Jill Japp A Carol Lazarus ..... Jone Bradford Photography Editor .V Junior Editor .............................................. , ........................................... Advisers Mrs. Beach, Miss Blemker Puge- Sixly-six THE HONORARY ATHLETIC CLUB LEFT TO RIGHT: Gina Lowe, Diana Doyle, Lynn Stark, Renae LoBoiteaux, Ann Stark, Barbara Levinson, Pom Sostre, Susan Worrener, Mary Torr, Rebeccu Smith, Molly Marx. NOT IN PICTURE: Mary Jo Woolford. OFFICERS: Presidenf Barbara LeVinson Adviser ..................................................................................................................................... Miss Beard Page Sixfy-seven Car he:- 5+ one MK 'se s+cne Cuee CJUD Drcnncxh'c. Club H . Pt. C.. Page Sixry-eight Page SixlyVnine mog- smoo1 Sp'xh'vr Friend Wes?- . ' ' l05 DJ'I-Jl'i'hgasl' LIKqu ' 1'9 Succeed Page Seventy THE SENIORS Class Snowgirl Laziest Biggest faker Class Wolf Most walkative Fog bound Done most for C.P.S. 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For God, Country and My Baby Leslie Judd 'Everyfhlng is Corning Up Roses Cherry Kraus But Not For Me' Charlotte Luckman ........................................................................................ I Enioy Being a Girl Carol Lazarus HWooden Heart Barbara Levinson ................................................................ Hl'm Just a Girl That Can't Say No Linda Lippoldt ............................................................................ Thank Heaven for Lilf1e Girls Cathy Luhrman .................................................................................................. HZombie Jamboree Molly Marx ..................... The Happy Whistier Nancy Pagel ............................................... ' ........................................ , ............................ ' 'Stick Shift Anita Pandorf My Heart Belongs to Daddy Barbara Pritz ................................................................................................................ Moon River Becky Smith .............................................. ............................ Anchors Aweigh Lynn Stark ...................................................................................................... Sentimental Journey Mary Torr ............................................................................................ God Bless Free Enterprise Sherry Walker Everything is Coming Up Roses Susan Worrener .................................................................................................. Wonderful You Page Sevenvy-four THE LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT OF THE CLASS OF 1962 Merrilyn Bardes w leaves . . ,, to Britty. Peggy Bateman h leaves gym. Bonnie Burns - leaves notoriously. Chary Caren h leaves Gail Kinney without a ride. Libby Darenkamp h leaves gym classes. Dede deFosset - leaves Shelley to cope with it all. Linda Eberts - leaves her naturally curly hair to tFreida'. Barbara Huenefeid w leaves unused 'midnight oil' to whomever may need it next year. Ruth Israel - leaves her debates in Current Events class to next year's students. Jill Jupp h leaves C.PAS. in peace. Leslie Judd h leaves on open Heid to Ellen. Cherry Kraus h leaves the Indian problem to Robin. Chordy Lockman - leaves her solos to Betsey. Carol Lazarus h leaves her love of the ocean voyages to Elbrey. Barb Levinson h leaves getting to school to Lynn Sterne. Linda Lippoldt - leaves her ability to get lost at C.P.S. to a new girl next yeart Cathy Luhrman -Ieaves her foolishness to Carol Smith. Molly Marx h leaves; dancing. Nancy chel h leaves to get away from it all. Anita Pandorf - leaves her ride to and from school to Sandy, Barb Fritz w leaves to plant trees. Becky Smith w leaves with hope that Tommie will stay in one piece. Lynn Stark h leaves to Find new responsibilities. Mary Torr - leaves Mrs. Liebich in piece Sherry Walker w leaves enthusiastically for Wellesley. Susan Warrener h leaves for the East Page Seventy-five .0 new Ch.er do know. wahqe... Page Sevenry-six frag, B uakej- Brt qcxde when CC was qmr age... Mask erqfrxo CONTEST CA Eores'f' Bocbq'Pr'rze. .FA. :77 . Page SevenPyAseven 'Pcpeqe ; O'mbe Oql qou rang mosi'erY'. in +he. ma-K-ur-e de ma$ moJ-e. and +he We. Fm .1. Page Sevenwreigh! $413.2 3 h'me W3 pqu 'M: . OOP$.+he wrong The. Unboghqb E; 926+ rcom... 1+3 on Or? mmwm'mk Ewe S WH'H +th a Mr- uSquomr-xs? Ezonq $ec-h-Jers ' Page Sevenly-nine o hmhh, , '5de summer S:W!: Clnd mag ecu mo... . . - L Q swlnqcn' Josi- +he n up mod ' ' 5 OOPL' r baglhh'w-' Dance... Page Eighfy N g, Ma Literature Page E iiiiiii COOPERATIVE COMPOSITION by the First Grade OUR NEW SCHOOL We walked over to see how our new school was coming along. The cement mixer was pourv ing concrete into c1 part of the walk. The digger was busy too. They are protecting the roots of several beautiful trees. We will be in the new school next fall. PRIMARY PROSE PRIZE THE OLDEST HOUSE IN CINCINNATI by Sharon Twachtman, Third Grade In 1804 the Kemper Log House was built. Mr. James Kemper built it. He built the log house on a little hilt. A lane was in front of the log house, That is why today it is called Kemper Lane. The Kemper Log House is 157 years old. It was moved to the zoo in 19,13. They moved it to the 200 because it could be protected. There are many interesting things in the 109 house. There are two foot warmers. They used those to warm their feet when they went out in their buggy. Another thing that was inter- esting was the pewter tea pot The pewter was smooth. It looked like silver. There was a rug that was made out of corn husks. The children took a basket out to the field and Elled the basket with vegetables. That was one of their chorest The Kemper Log House is very interest- mg. PRIMARY POETRY PRIZE THE WITCHES HALLOWEEN PARTY by Bonnie Zapf, Fourth Grade The witches had a party All on a Hallowe'en night, Most of the ghosts were tardy; It really was a funny sight. The goblins came by two's, The ghosts in trio's bold, The hoot owi flew in solo, The skeleton in chains of gold. The witches made a magic brew And cast their spell about; The whole scene was an eerie sight With those gruesome spirits out. Page Eighty-two HONORABLE MENTION FALL by Arthur Botterell, Second Grade I think of falling leaves In Full. Nuts everywhere. The soft falling of the leaves Makes no noise On a gay Fail day. INTERMEDIATE POETRY FIRST PRIZE A WATERFALL by Susan Heilbrun, Sixth Grade All is calm in this river . .. Ripples in the clear blue watere And slowly, they turn into riplets, Shining, sparkling in the sun. Suddenly the water is rough With Whirlpools - foam rising on the shore. And a sudden drop t , . Foam, waves, mixed togethere Calmer now - riplets Again shining in the deep Blue water Only ripples now -- as the water Barely moves All is calm in this river . .. INTERMEDIATE POETRY SECOND PRIZE MY TALENT by Carol Witten, Eighth Grade 1 am an artist, 1 am a pro, Ask anyone you meet today, And they will tell you 501 My Mother calls me geniusl My Father says 'iShe's great , My brother, quite successfully Tries to imitate. l practice in the morning, Another time at noon, By six o'clock at eventide treally am in tune. I first plug in the telephone, The popcorn's really fine, The props are fit for my great art v- THE ART OF KILLING TIME. HONORABLE MENTION A PLEA TO OUR TEACHERS by Linda Lackmun, Eighth Grade My present dilemma is not with this rhyme But how to fill in the demands on my time. I've always heard nine hours is for sleep, To that I'll add six school hours to keep. A couple of halves to come and to go, The total now stands at sixteen, you know. Since I can't bolt my food either day or night, I'll iust odd one more not to cut it too tight. To dress andiundress is always a must So I'll take c: full half so as not to be fussed. We have now reached seventeen and a half, With scarcely a moment to pause for a laugh. The remainder is halfway 'tween seven and eight, And something is left to do on this date. Five homewark subiects and each an assignment, This really calls for o perfect alignment. Two hours apiece and we end in the red, That means must improve which we certainly dread. All our dear teachers we now do beseech, To please keep our budget iust inside our reach. INTERMEDIATE PROSE FIRST PRIZE SlSTERLY LOVE by Cynthia Kuhn, Eighth Grade It seems that people are never satisfied. My friends who have younger brothers. wish they were sisters or at least older brothers; those who have sisters wish they might have been brothers. Now I am perfectly satisfied with an older sister. Naturally, we have our moments; but all in all 0 sister in college can be u lot of fun. Carolyn is most generous and willing to lend anything to anyone at any time. She will go so far as to otter our house, the use of her car, clothes, books, and even money it she ever is fortunate enough to have any left over. These are reasons why interesting people drop by at odd hours with unusual requests. This very evening sorority sisters called for a large picture, checkered table cloths, empty bottles and old candles to lend atmosphere to c: house party. It a girl forgets she has to attend a meeting and wears bermudos, she is welcome to try skirts until she finds one that fits. There are showers and parties for poor struggling classmates, who marry while still in school. A young professor brought his wife and new pride and icy to meet the class and then found the program too long for the baby. Carolyn knew what to do. She 'phoned Mother and asked if she would like company icouse Mom iust loves babies . For two summers she oFfered the use of our very large garage as 0 studio for her sorority. Girls were free to come and go at all times to work all summer on properties for Rushing. As the season ended and the time grew short, they sometimes worked so late that they stayed all night. Ot course, there were refreshments and hilarity along with the work. Sometimes dates would come along and the work would stop for awhile. A breezeway connects the garage with the kitchen so we had open house and on open refrigerator. When boys didn't come, they would 'phone, thus requiring an answering ser- vice. The girls were all unusually thoughtful of me and my friends so we were willing to do many chores. It probably follows that one so free to loan is equally free to borrow. There is where trouble enters. It more than disturbs me to find my last pair of woolen socks, a particular shirt, curlers or any of my belongings missing without per- mission. Whenever anything is missing in the house, it usually can be found in Carolyn's room or in her possession. She is honestly sure prised that anyone is disturbed or can be so selfish. Her personality is terriFic. Unless she is ill or overly tired, she is the life of the party. Her antics and imitations of the day's happenings on the campus are C: riot. Become We know so many of her friends, we can really appreciate her stories and laugh along with her. For Sune day night suppers she often invites these people These times can be lively. Gayest of all, how- ever, are the annual cocktail parties she gives. These precede a formal dance, and the girls look so beautiful and the boys so handsome that it is hard to believe them the some casual dressers. Sometimes they cook breakfast in the early morning hours; and it I coll down, I might Page Eightyethree be invited. The older boys say I am a good dancer and Hatter me to tease Carolyn. Regard- less of the reason, I enioy it. I am making mental notes of the situations, hoping to benefit by the others' mistakes. Some of my sister's favorite remarks are, Cynthia, you have it made. Mother is so Ienient with you it isn't funny. You are doing things I didn't do until I was much older. Second chil- dren get all the breaks. You don't know how lucky you are to have me. This is one of the few times I don't argue. I don't want to agree with her; for I don't want to make her conceited, but do you know, I think she might be right. INTERMEDIATE PROSE SECOND PRIZE PETER'S BOX by Ellen Evans, Seventh Grade It was a warm summer afternoon when sud- denly out of a large oak tree popped a pair of legs. Out of the tree tell fourteen year old Jeanie O'Brien. Jeanie had been climbing when she had heard someone calling her down from the tree, She stood up and brushed off her dusty jeans. She looked around and then started up the tree again, when the same voice started calling her down again. Jeanie turned around and saw on old man with a snowy white beard. Startied, sh'e stumbled backwards. The old man's wrinkled face curled up into a smile. Jeanie sat up and looked at the old man; then she said angrily, Who are you and why did you coll me? I, said the man, Am Peter, the wanderer. I have somew thing for you. Jeanie pushed her red hair back from her freckled face. She stood up and said, What do you have? Well, he said, pulling a small object out of his sock, it's my box. Jeanie looked closely at it. It was a cheap pine boxs Jeonie said, It's pretty, but what can it do? Peter said, smiling, Hlt's magic. Magic? said Jeanie. Oh pooh! Take it, rub it, and make a wish. Then when you go home, put your most valued possessions in it, and put it under your bed. In the morning your wish should come true. Close your eyes very tigh'tiy and make your wish. Jeanie shut her eyes and made her wish for a puppy. She wished twice to make sure. She opened her Page Eighty-four eyes and Peter was gone. She looked around trying to find him Still in her hands was the box. She ran toward home She ran upstairs. In the box she placed ct gold locket and chain with her baby ring and diaryt She closed the box and tucked it under her bed. Still not be- lieving what had happened, Jeanie crawled into bed and fell asleep. Suddenly there was a knock on her door which woke her. It was her mother. Oh Mother, cried Jeanie, I had the most fantastic dream! 'Never mind that, said her mother. HJust tell me how you got your ieons so dusty. The word dusty struck Jeanie. Her mother left the room. Jeanie looked under her bed and there was the box. She opened it. In it was her diary, baby ring and gold locket. She got dressed and ran down stairs. There in the kitchen was a cocker spaniel pup! Jeanie said to her mother while petting the pup, Where did he come from? Her mother replied, While I was making breakfast, this little old man who called himseIt Peter came to the door. He gave me the pup and said it was a gift for Jeanie. Do you know this Peter? Jeanie sighed, UWe met one time. HONORABLE MENTION THE LIFE OF A SEED by Alice MoFtat, Eighth Grade One day a seed, no bigger than the visible graphite of your pencil, is born into the air. He knOWs not where he wiII land; maybe in a rocky field ten miles away that otters a sandy, pebbly earth or a stretch of sloshy, sucking and soupy mud - but this seed is fortunate. He will land in a freshly turned patch of earth on the outskirts of a farmer's field, The soil here is chunky, soft, and richly block. What a com- tortable home for a seed! That very day the wind gently pushes down the sturdy body of the seed, who ever so sIowly begins his labors of turning himself into this rich black stuff which is about to become his dwell- ing for some time. After quite a number of days the seed takes the first step in his short life . . . his sturdy outer shell is breaking and soon thereafter ap- pears a tiny vein-Iike root . . . Years later there is no seed. He has withered away but has born millions of roots that feed on the rich black soilt In turn, the roots supply life to the tree . . . We aII must depend upon something or some- one. The seed has the soil. What is your soii? HIGH SCHOOL POETRY FIRST PRIZE SHATTERED IMAGE by Barbara Pritz, Twelfth Grade I looked in the mirror One btight sunny day. Saw a Winsome young loss, Quite charming and gay, With eyes green as emeraids, With teeth white as pearl, And lips red as rubies, What a iewel of c girl! I beamed at the image, And glowed with deiight; How I envied the lad She would smile on tonight. I looked in the mirror One dreary coId morn. Saw a sorry young less Depressed and forlorn. In her eyes was the frost Of a bleak wintry clay Which melted to mist And trickled owoy. l wept for the image, So proud yet contrite. How she envied the loss He would smile on tonight. HIGH SCHOOL POETRY SECOND PRIZE SPRINGTIME by Gayle Ficken, Ninth Grade Rolicking, frolicking, symbolical Spring, With its t'IOWers, its colors, its newly born things; Lambs in the posture, stiff legged at play; Crocus lined paths, with colors array; Bicycles, tricycles, children by scores, Who can barely wait to get outrot-doors; Hats blowing, kites flying; yet some people say That Springs in the heart, and not in the day. FIRST HONORABLE MENTION THE DERELICT by Diana Doyle, Eleventh Grade One dark and dismal, moonless night, Which followed 0 snowy day, Along a rocky mountain path A dereIict mode his way. He trudged along for many hours Over the ice and snow, His hoversuck Hung over his back, For he had no place to 90. Then for ahead, through a clump of trees, He thought he perceived a light, And as he plodded onward, thought, I've found a place for the night . As the turmer-owner opened the door, He pulled his robe 'round tight, And stored with beody, gIoring eyes At the poor old man, framed by the night. What do you want? he demanded, You've roused me from my bed, You'd better onswar quickly, man, You with the hoary head. HNight moves steadily onward, It's very late, I know, But all I ask is warmth and a bed, For I have no place to go You may be sure you'll have none here, For we have no extra bed. But, protested the stronger, 1 see you have a shed. Pray, who are you to tell me What I hUVe or have not? Now I think you'd better be going. Find yourself some other spot. A few days later there was a report An old man had died in the snow, His haversock flung over his back, For he found no piece to go. SECOND HONORABLE MENTION A CHRISTMAS STAR by Donna Tangemon, Ninth Grade A friendly young star who didn't seem to grow Polished his points and smiled all oeglow. He did want to brighten God's sky at night Maybe some stardust Would help him look bright. Page Sigh ty-h've The angels were told to select the star, With a glowing heart that could shine afar. When the young star was chosen, he smiled at them,- And God took him from heaven to Bethlehem. He directed his rays on the Christ child below, With a radiance so bright they all knew where to go, Because of the wondrous message he shone, He became the most glorious star ever known. POETRY HUMOR PRIZE AMBITION by Jane Guggenheim, Eleventh Grade Herman, the hermit crab, Crawled to land, Full of ambition To build in the sand. In aptitude tests, He did well. His intelligence test Was iust swell. So, he built him a castle, 50 big and grand; Was never a better one, Made from sand. He was king of the beach, Went inside, Admiring his craftsmanship With great pride. I. Q. and aptitude, All went well. But up came the tide, And down it tell. Poor Herman, the hermit crab, Wash out to sea. Does he remind you Of you and me? HIGH SCHOOL ESSAY FIRST PRIZE THE FUTILITY OF WALLS by Etbrey Harrell, Tenth Grade Fruitlessty and without success walls are used in the eHort of blockading ideas. Unfortunately, man has tried, and always will try to achieve the captivity of other men's minds by the use of Page Eighty-six walls, The separation of a certain people from the outer world does not stop their thoughts from trespassing the defensive walls. A wall is but a physical structure titled with imperfections. This separating barrier can be at least partially, if not entirely, disintegrated. Holiand, for example, lies under sea level. For her protection from the Atlantic Ocean she has built giant ramparts called dikes. Even though these levees are checked often for leaks, through human error, one is sometimes missed. Then, by slow pressure and steady erosion, the dikes give way. The. menacing. tocean breaks through and engulfs the defenseiess people. Surely these sea watts can be broken by their imperfections. The Romans also constructed walls around their Empire. They had hoped to bar the wild barbarians from the advanced Roman civiliza- tion, but the wall did not keep the tribes away. To the sorrow of the civilized wortd, they plunged into darkness the knowledge of the Romans. The Communists have a greatly fortified wall surrounding the Russian satellites, Although the wall is extremely well guarded, it has not been unheard of to have gaps in the wall. These gaps make it possible for fugitives to exam to the West. This creation, called a wall, is exposed to faults. Thus it is possible for people to pene- trate this blockade. Walls do not stop the interchange of thoughts. The sea was one form of Japanese security against the world until Commodore Perry sailed there. By an exchange of ideas, customs, and traditions, the Japanese improved their civilizae tion, The Japanese gained by this destruction of a wall and increased their commerce In the year 1830, the French had a compara- tively peaceful revolution, doing this by the use of walls. After digging Up the cobblestones in the streets, the citizens made several fortresses symbolizing revolution. By this revolution, Charles X was forced to abdicate his throne. From that time on the walls at cobblestone be- came a sign of revolution -w of new ideas. Ideas cannot be kept from crossing the barrier. Walls are made transparent by people. Build- ing a wall is an indication that there is some- thing to hide. As Frost says, Why do walls make good neighbors? Isn't it where there are cows? 1 One can readily see that in East and West Berlin a wait has been raised for a special reason. Was it that the Communists did not want the world to peer at their side - or was it that they did not want the East Berliners to see' the progress made under freedom? Did the same thing happen in China? Another wall was erected in Communist China. The Com- munists had the stretch of no man's land that separated them from Hong Kong, but was that enough? The poor Communist Chinese peasant could see the thriving harbor of Hong Kong, filled with throngs of people. People that were working, making a living in the Free World. The free Chinese could gaze through the wall with astonishment. They could gaze into their now God-torsaken land to view the destruction of customs, traditions, and of language. Yes, the Communist Government had even taught the Chinese a new manner of speaking and thinking e one of hate. The Chinese on the mainland can see through their wall, and they can see with their own eyes one diFterencee walls are ultimately transparent. In conclusion, all walls shall crumble, eroded by the footsteps of those who have crossed over. All walls will fall, but ideas shall remain stand- ing. Men are not such islands that they can be separated by clumsy fortifications. No wall is so high that it blacks out the sun. 1 Mending Wall e Frost, R. HIGH SCHOOL ESSAY SECOND PRIZE MY FRIEND by Lois Garrison, Eleventh Gtade I've found a friend, 0 such a friend . . . I know l can go to him, exultant in my own happiness I know he is interested. My friend reioices in my ioyfulness. Yet, in my sadness and grief, he is there too, and ever-ready to give comfort. For the moment, his every thought is to console and to relieve my anxiety. I am never lonely. He is always there with hand outstretched to lead and guide me. Do I have to worry that all will know my innermost secrets? No, my friend will never tell. I know that my friend will be iust in punishment for my wrongdoings. He is fair in all he does. Always, he is there. As l walk down 0 nar- row path; as I sit in school; while I am at the dinner table and even, on the hockey field. I know my friend is there to listen to me. Others no longer have the time. Always they are too busy with their own thoughts. I've never seen my friend. But I know hels there. All the time, everyday I see the proof that he is present. I see the newborn babe, the budding flower. I see the sun rise every morning without fail, and then I see it set at night. I see the colored leaves of autumn; the crisp. white snow of winter,- the flowing brook in the spring, seeming to bubble forth with gladness; and the clear, blue lake in the summer with the moon shining o'er on a warm evening. I read the Bible and with every word I can see the magnitude of this great person who gave his lite so that I might live. I don't know my friend very well. He knows a thousand times more of me than I do of him. Why? Because, busy within my own shell, wor- ried only about my OWn problems, contusion and contentment, I've not taken the time to learn more of him. Yes, I have a friend. Always, I have a friend. But, does he have one? HONORABLE MENTION A TEENAGERS ROOM by Deidra Hair, Eleventh Grade A teenager's room is his only refuge from the confused movements of the nagging parentt Clean or dirty it provides a virtual fortress which can hold the most intimate of secrets. The room is also a major cause of social de- struction, as many rooms are oddly decorated with obiects of personal interest to the teen- ager. These obiects range from familiar road signs to bull fight posters alternately placed on the wall. The presence of these obiects added to the messy closet, dishes staked in a neat pile under the bed, books for a history term paper, television, radio, tape recorder, drums, guitar, and the family bird supply ample reason for anxiety. Parents otten take CI dim view on these ob- iects and the question arises, To clean or not to clean? At this time to reveal your feelings for the beauty of the room puts you in the position of cheering for Nixon at a Kennedy rally. The battle lost, you move toward the room with shovel, pick and garbage can in hand. Upon entering the room, you discover there is only one small path through the clustered mass of garbage to the bed. Like a soldier pushing his way through a tangled mass of weeds, you move toward the bed and ponder the ques- tion at where to start. By the time you have derived an answer to this question, your mind is over-taxed, and you Page Eighty-seven fall asleep; however, you are rudely interrupted by a shrill cry of ls the Black Hole clean yet? from your mother. The threat of staying home for a weekend drives you on to a feat never before imaginable, cleaning the room, The history books are shoved under the bed with the dirty dishes; the drums and guitar are rearranged in a more suitable order so that now there is also a path leading to the television. All other abiects are placed in the closet which is jammed shut. The job of cleaning is considered finished, as you gaze at the shrunken head hanging above your bed and wonder if you should live in a tent. HIGH SCHOOL SHORT STORY FIRST PRIZE JUST ONE DAY by Leslie Judd, Twelfth Grade The shortcut was a big, empty, unused field. It was handy because it backed up on the cot- tage Paige and her family had during the sum- mer and went all the way to the main road of the little resort town. Tao handy, Paige often thought to herself; at least in her mother's opinion. Here it was thellast week up at the lake, and Paige had to spend the afternoon doing errands! It iust wasn't tairl It was that time of year when the daisies were in bloom, and the whole field was overrun with them. Blasted weeds! e Paige thought to her- self. e All they do is attract bees! It's bad enough having to go in town without being stung a hundred times on the way! Especially on such a gorgeous waterskiing day!- Selt-consciously, as though being afraid the daisies might notice, Paige raised her head to make sure her authoritative statement had been correct. And there it was, one big, fat, ugly, dirty gray Claude Oh, great! e thought Paige. - Now even the little time I'll have when I get bCICk won't be any good because it'll probably be raining! 0000, do 1 hate big, dirty, ol' clouds, 0000! n Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of walking, Paige came to the little dirt road leading on to the main street of town. As she trudged along, she kicked the dust up in disgust. Suddenly, out of the blue, she saw a turtle on the road further ahead at her. - Creepy old turtle.I -- she thought to herself. But, as she approached him, Paige realized that the turtle was lying helpless Upon his back. She always Page Eighty-eight had been a little squeamish in biology; -- but, after all, - she thought to herself, -- l'm not that mean. I can't iust leave him there in the middle of the road. - Gingerly, she picked him up and tossed him into the bushes on the side. So long, Mr. Turtle! - Just think, e she mused as she shuttled along, Itve saved a life; I'm a hero! Hm! No, really, though, I do wondezr how many poor turtles do lie there like that till same car comes along and runs over them And I've saved one! Hmm! w- Town was fairly quiet, at least for a Saturday afternoon. Everybody's out on the beachePaige assumed,- Oh, well, Everyone, that is, except that same old lady on the corner, iingling money in her tin can. Paige wasn't quite sure iust what organization the lady was collecting money tor. She knew it wasn't the Salvation Army because that was only at Christmas, but she couldn't remember the names of any of the others. But whatever the fund might be, that same lady never failed to be at the same corner, iingling money in that same tin can! day after day; and Paige never failed to walk by and consciously ignore her supplications. Paige was subiect to whims, however, and today, for no real reason at all, she decided to go up, drop in a dime, and iust see what the expressican on the lady's face would be. As the dime fell clunk to the bottom, the lady smiled at her and said, Thank you so much. Every little dime builds a dollar, and every dol- Iar buys a bottle of milk or a loaf of bread. Slightly startled, Paige turned and walked on. All of a sudden Paige noticed that she had walked a black past the supermarket without even realizing it. What in the world could have made her stop thinking like that? She started to walk back, but on a sudden impulse turned and crossed the street to the little old delica- tessen where her family used to go when there were only two or three cottages on the lake. Old Mr. Mulhauser was sitting out under the awning in front. Paige had always thought that he had blended in perfectly with the mustiness, the worn, brown woodwork, and the pickle-iuice smell of his shop; and now he seemed to blend in equally as well with the loneliness and the torgattenness at it. He was a worn-out, old- tashioned man, as much out of place in the modern World as his delicatessen was out of place next to the supermarket. Hello, Mr. Mulhauser. tPaige had always hated to have to talk to adults, especially old ones, but this time it didn't seem quite so badt. '1 was wondering it I could buy some eggs and butter and some other things Mummy needs. 'iWhy it's Miss Crandalll exclaimed Mr. Mul- hauser, Hand all grownvup now, Will wonders never cease? My, it's good to see some of the old folks again. It's been so long. But do tell me, how is that clear, sweet mother of yours? Oh, come in, come in, and let's have a look at your shopping list. Thank you, Mr. Mulhauser, answered Paige. 'lShe's iust tine. How do you like my rearrangements? You see, I've put the big cracker barrel over here by the counter. Sometimes I think it makes this side of the room look too Cluttered, but l don't know. Oh, and how are all those lovely little brothers of yours? Oh, its very nice, Mr. Mulhauser; and they're fine. Now could I . . . I'm sending away for an order of a new kind of Chinese tea. 1 think it should sell quite well, but then you never can tell about these new products. And business hasn't been tre- mendously good . , A Oh, clear, how I wish your mother had come with you. Why I remember her coming in when she was iust your age. Well, she was busy today, Mr. Mulhauser, but here's my list. Oh, yes, yes, of course. It was a half hour later when Paige was back on the dirt road, e Boy, I didn't think I'd ever get out of there, - she thought But it's funny, though. It really wasn't so bad, and he was having such a good time. By this time Paige was on the field. - It's strange, i never realized how good these daisies smell, - she thought as she stooped to pick one and play he loves me. She stuck a few more in her hair.-I wonder what the kids are doing? I suppose there's still time to ski, but I don't think I will. e Paige glanced up to see if that ominous cloud was still there. It was, but it was dilterent; it was white and fluffy now. As she looked closely at it, it seemed to Paige to be not really one big cloud, but a lot of little poufs, quite insignificant by themselves, ioined together to make one, big, happy fluFf. HIGH SCHOOL SHORT STORY SECOND PRIZE PABLO by Jacqueline Stark, Twelfth Grade Pablo was loading his arms with firewood to take into the house when a shrill, cracked voice shouted, uPablo, you good for nothin' tramp, where are you? Come in here with that wood this minute. Pablo immediately grabbed as much of the remaining Wood as pOSsible and rushed toward the house. He knew that voice all too Well from the short time he had been with the Fosters. He also knew that Mrs, Foster Would probably whip him when he got to the house for taking so long. This was the way it had been for the past twa years, with no end. As he came around the side of the house, Pablo saw what he had learned to expect. Mrs. Foster was standing on the doorstep with the long-familiar leather harness strap in her crossed arms. A cruel countenance distorted her face. Pablo ran up to the door and around Mrs. Foster into the kitchen as quickly as possible. He unloaded the wood from his arms and paused for a minute in the corner by the stove. He was terrified. Mrs. Foster called to him sharply, and obediently he came to her and pulled off his shirt. There were already several scars from his frequent beatings, and his back was still burning from the last one the night before. Mrs. Foster showed no mercy. Before she was finished, Pablo had ten new strap marks on his back. Mrs. Foster then replaced the strap on its peg by the door and told Pablo to hurry and clean out the barn because Mr, Foster would be home in a shortwhile. Pablo ran out of the house to the barn. Once out of Mrs. Foster's sight behind the sheltering walls of the old barn, Pablo fell down on his knees and Wept. He had been ten when he stumbled on to the Foster ranch. His parents had been killed by some outlaws, and for days he had wandered aimlessly seeking help. He recalled the entire episode vividly as he lay on the dirt floor. He had never harmed anyone. He had always tried to Help all whom he could; yet the Fosters were different, he thought. They had not taken him in because he needed help; no, this was not the reason They wanted him only as a slave to work on their ranch, receiving only a little food and a pile of straw to sleep on. To them he would always be a dirty Mexican . He had hoped it would change, but it did not. He was a nonentity to them. Just then Pablo heard the sound of a horse's hooves. He got up immediately and started cleaning out the barn. He knew that the rider was still quite a distance away, but he al50 knew that it was Mrs Fosters If the barn weren't clean when he got to the ranch, Mr. Foster would not only give Pablo another whipping, but he would probably also deprive him of his dinner. Pablo worked attentively and quickly. He was emptying out the last of the four stalls when Mr. Foster reigned in his horse at the hitching post. Pablo was relieved at the small success. Pablo went into the house as soon as he knew the barn was perfectly clean. On seeing him, Page Eighty-nine Mrs. Foster yelled to stay out of the house until he was called in. Pablo had forgotten; he had been so proud of his completed chore. He had wanted to welcome Mr. Foster back; but he realized, as soon as he was back in the born, that it wouldn't have done any good. Mr. Foster probably would have beaten him for something. He never could do anything right. After a scant dinner, Pablo returned to the one small haven he had, his place in the barn where he made his bed . Now he could again think. For the past two months, Pablo had been planning a way to go to Mexico. The Fosters lived only five miles from the Rio Grande, and Pablo had Figured that he could slip away at night and, by taking his time, reach the river by down. Then he could swim to his treeclom, to his own people. ' Pablo had planned his escape well. He had taken some scraps of dried beef and a canteen from the house while Mrs. Foster was out caring for the baby chicks the day before. He knew which direction to go and about how long it would take to get to the river. Now all he needed was the right opportunity. All that night Pablo did not sleep. The only thing he could do was think of the wonderful life he would lead once he was in Mexico. He could not remember his ever being there, but he knew that at least he would be treated like a human being in his own country. He would not have to be whipped for no reason, and he might even learn to read and write at a mission- ary school. It was almost possible that he Would one day own a small ranch of his own. The rooster was crowing, and Pablo suddenly realized that it was a new day. As he looked out on the sunrise to the east, he 'knew that this day would be different. It was to be his last day spent in this Hell. He arose quickly and went to the back of the house, where he col- lected some wood for the morning fire. As he came to the door he paused and then knocked. He was determined to do nothing wrong on this day. Mrs; Foster came to the door utter a few minutes and told Pablo to put the wood by the stove and then collect the eggs from the barn. Obediently Pablo went to the barn and came back with on armful of eggs, carrying out Mrs. Foster's commands implicitly. After breakfast Pablo did all his morning chores and then helped Mr. Foster repair a fence and round up some runaway steers. This day seemed longer than any other one Pablo had spent with the Fosters, but finally it was supper time. He did not eat much; and, otter his nightly speech from Mrs, Foster about his ingratitude, Pablo was permitted to return to the barn. Page Ninety Tonight he wasted no time. Quickly Pablo gathered all he could Find and slung his canteen and package of a iacket and the dried meat over his shoulder. It was already dark enough to slip away, unseen, as it the Fosters ever cared enough about him to see what he did at night. He moved cautiously, however, out at the yard. He wanted nothing to go wrong. After he had slipped through the barnyard gate, Pablo knew he was on his way. He was very anxious to get to the river; but he moved slowly, taking ,his time. He wanted to be sure of every move he made. Alter walking lor an hour, he stopped beside a small creek to rest. He was not tired, but he ,knew he would need all his strength to swim .the great river. Pablo then permitted himself to doze for a while. After a few hours, he awoke and refreshed himsell with the cool water of the stream. Then he took a few bites of the dried meat and thought once more of his promised land. It was about one o'clock, Pablo estimated, when he again started on his trip. He no longer took slow, cautious steps. His gait changed to a half-walk, halt-skip. No one could stop him now, and he could not wait until he would reach Mexico. He almost shouted out with ioy at his successful escape but managed to con- tain himself since there might be some cattle- drivers around who could hear him. As the first light of daWn broke over the hori- zon, Pablo could see the Rio Grande in the distance. Now he was almost home . He knew it could be no more than half a mile away; so he broke into a run. He could con. tain himsett no longer. It took him only a short time to reach the bank, but it seemed like an eternity. The rushing waters of the river were not clear and blue and inviting. They were muddy, swirl- ing traps, but Pablo noticed none of this. All he saw was the beautiful brown ot the earth in the flowing fulfillment of a long awaited freedom. He could see his real home right in front of him. It seemed as though he could reach out and touch it; and yet, it had taken him two full years to come this short distance. Pablo felt that it should have taken even longer to attain a lifelong ambition; but here it was, Pablo's freedom stretched out before him like a new world. There was nothing but heaven before him, and Pablo couid not wait. He gazed at the opposite shore for only a moment, and then he waded into the swirling waters. He could see his dream coming closer and closers His feet were no longer on the bottom. He was swimming against the crushing current of a raging river. He did not notice that he had been sWept down stream almost halt a mile He kept swimming, but the waters would not stop their incessant surge; and Pablo would not give up. He kept kicking his feet and reaching out his arms to grasp a holy vision. Suddenly there was no more small black head bobbing up and down in the thrashing current. The only thing left to show that a small boy named Pablo had ever existed was a half-filled canteen and a small package containing a little iacket and some dried meat hastily dropped on the bank. HONORABLE MENTION FOOTSTEPS by Mary Marx, Twelfth Grade Tracy Preston hurried along the crowded streets. It was a beautiful, brisk afternoon, and everybody was out walking. Tracy knew that she was expected at Madame lescaut's house in forty-five minutes. But, knowing how talkative Madame Lescaut was, Tracy decided to stop some place tor a cup of hot tea to brace her- self. As she was walking along, she spied a small cafe in the next block, Thinking that this was as good a place as any to relax for a while, she quickened her pace and pushed through the crowds; When Tracy arrived, she found to her dismay that all the tables were occupied. It appeared as though everybody had had the same idea as she. The head waiter ap proached her and asked her it she Would mind sharing a table with someone else. Tracy thought this would be all right, even though she would have preferred to sit alone The waiter led her past some large tables to a smaller table where an elderly gentleman was sitting. The waiter asked it this table was all right. Tracy said she thought it would be, thinking that the man looked perfectly harmless. She seated her- self, ordered some tea, and took a closer look at her companion. He was fairly well oft fi- nancially by the look of his clothes. His face was kind, too. It was slightly tanned, and he had lines where his eyes and nose crinkled up when he laughed. His head was crowned with a thick mop of snowrwhite hair, He was very pleasant to look at and seemed as though he might be fun to know. Tracy's inspection was interrupted by the arrival of her tea. The old man, thrust- ing forward the sugar bowl and tumbling, asked it she would like some She replied negatively and continued, I think sugar hides the real flavor of the tea. HI couldn't agree with you more, he an- swered. This was the beginning of their conversation They introduced themselves and began talking. They talked about food and the weather and the usual things people talk about when they first meet. A few minutes later a man in a chautieur's uniform approached the table. All at once the old man stopped in the middle of a sentence and said addressing the chauffeur, I'm not ready to leave yet; I'm having such a good time talking to this nice young lady, The chauFFeur said he would come back in a few more minutes and not to forget that he was expected home in a little while. Tracy was pretending not to eavesdrop, but all of a sudden something struck her as being strange. When the man addressed his chauFfeur, the chauffeur hadn't even reached the table, What's more, the chauffeur approached from the rear. How did the old man know who it was without even looking? On several other occasions when the head waiter started coming towards the table out of the old man's view, the old man called him by his first name and said he didn't care for anything else. Tracy, not being able to solve the mystery and also being very curious, finally said, How do you recognize these people when you don't even turn your head to identify them? Footsteps, he said. Each person walks difterently. Everybody has a difterent pace and weight. It sounds silly, but to me it's a hobby. Tracy thought it to be a rather strange Hhobby , as he called it. The old man continued, I can even tell you what kind of tife a person has had and where they're going from the sound at their footsteps. That woman over there, he pointed out, I'll bet she's had a hard life and worked most of the time. Her sales are probably worn out too. And that girl running, shels going to meet some- one she loves very soon. Tracy watched in amazement. The old man was right. Within a few seconds, the girl rushed into a boy's open arms. That man, I'll bet he is a real ladies' man, he said mockingty. Tracy gazed in that direction and sure enough, the man was being very charming to an attractive female passerby. Tracy was completely speechless. You must know an awful lot about people to identify them by their footsteps. It really isn't that hard, he said, feeling very Complimented. He was iust about to point out another person when the chauffeur re- Page Ninety-one appeared, urging him to leave so they wouldnlt be late. At last the old man agreed. He and Tracy said goodbye and how nice it was meetv ing one another. Then the old man took hold of the chauffeur's arm. Tracy sat there for a few minutes and watched him disappear. She noticed he was stumbling on the way out. She now knew why the footsteps had been so im- portant to him. THE LOST ISLAND by Barbara Pritz, Twelfth Grade Every child should have an island. My child- hood would not have been complete without the island; perhaps I never would have grown Up at all. On second thought I suppose that growing up is inevitable; and certainly many children Who are not so fortunate as l was have managed to do without an island. For any child with an overactive imagination and a love of adventure, however, There is no experience so delightful as having oneis own island. The discovery of my island was the most monumental event of my childhood; it was Cl kingdom in itself, where I was supreme ruler, and there were no meddlesome adults to tell me what I could or could not do. Situated in the middle of Lake Huron, my island resembled a misshapen boot, and was so minute that it did not even put a dot on the map It was, how- ever, big enough to contain three scrawny look- ing trees, and an abundance of rocks and weeds. The rest of the scenery was supplied by a very vivid imagination. My description of the island gave my parents the impression that I had dis- covered Paradise Lost , and I informed them in no uncertain terms that it would have to remain lost, since I had no intention of telling them where it was located. I thought them quite gullible tor swallowing my gross exaggera- tions about the island and was surprised that they even believed in its existence. I later dis- covered that they knew exactly where it was all the time. They must have realized the sense of importance which having an island all to my- self gave me. It now seems rather ironic that I used the island as a refuge from such under- standing parents. At the time, I was going through a phase in which I thought my parents did not understand me at all. I was too young to realize that they actually understood me bet- ter than I understood myself. Consequently, I was very lonely, living in a separate world from my parents; their world was the big grown-up world, and mine was the island where I spent most of my summers in lonely, but supremely happy, splendor. Page Ninety-two At first, I went to the island everyday equipped with a picnic lunch and a pile of comic books. After reading the comic- books, I would play King and enact fantastic adventures with my imaginary subjects; or sometimes I would pre- tend to be Robinson Crusoe. I related to my parents the incredible legends which I concocted concerning the discovery and conquest of the island. I very earnestly informed them that al- though I had subdued the Indians and savage beasts, the island was constantly plagued by pirates. Sometimes I wonder that my parents didn't have my head examined after hearing these weird tales, but they decided to let me develop in my own unconventional way. This was very fortunate, for it a child is continually squelched by skeptical adults, his imagination will wither and die prematurely. As I grew older, I visited the island less and less frequently. Whenever I had a fight with my parents, or it something was troubling me deeply, and I wanted to be alone with my thoughts, I would go back to my familiar refuge. The silence and serenity of the island, the sound of the waves lapping gently on the rocks would restore my mental equilibrium; and I would be prepared to go back and face my problems. It was a form of escape, perhaps, but everyone needs to escape from reality now and then, to be alone with God and nature, to find a haven from a sea of troubles; and what better place is there for this purpose than an island? The last time I revisited my island, it was completely submerged. Not even the tops of the scrawny trees were visible above the water. I think I felt as Jody in The Yearling when he found that his tluttermill had been washed away. I realized that the carefree days which I had spent on the island were gone forever, as was my childish imagination and youthful brooding. There comes a time in everyone's life when he must accept the burden of adult responsibility and find his island of refuge from within himself. I stood there gazing at the unbroken expanse of green, under which, at some unknown depth, my forlorn island still existed. I realized fully the futility of searching for it; for I knew that even it I could make the island re-emerge, as Jody had re-constructed his fluttermill, it would never again be the same. A BLOND PAGE-BOY by Barbara Levinson, Twelfth Grade You know, there are some people that you meet or see only a couple of times in your life, but you always remember them. You know what I mean? Well I once knew someone like that. I knew her first when she was a little girlv But that is giving away the story. I saw her first when I went to pick up my mother at a friend's house, where she had been at a meeting. I can still remember overhearing a conversation that she had with her baby-sitter for the day V . . Sabina, this is Mrs. Van Ritter, said Sabina's mother. uOh my, Lucille, what an adorable child. She looks just like you! What a cunning dress! You can iust leave me with Sabina. She and I are going to become good friends; I iust know it. Actually Sabina was not really adorable at all. She was thin and had very blond hair that hung straight to her shoulders, and huge gray eyes. She was not wearing a cunning dress at all. It was iust a plain blue dress, the kind that all little girls wear. It was her expression that really got you, though. She had a touch me not look; and when she looked at anybody she did not iust look at them. She looked right through them. It was an eerie look, as it she knew all about you, and you did not have to tell her anything. She was wise looking - that is, wise looking like a very old woman at the age at ten. Anyway, she was iust standing there with this over-dressed woman, who had a lot of furs strung around her neck, and too much perfume on. Well dear, where do you go to school? said Mrs. Van Ritter, giving Sabina this big fake smile. Sabina, staring her down, said, I am going to Miss Levitt's. Oh, my now, isn't that iust lovely. Somehow Sabina looked as it she did not have to go to any school at all. She seemed too smart to be learning her multiplication tablest . . You must know a little girl named Mella Roth then, a wonderful little girl. Sabina looked insulted at being associated with a wonderful little girl. I'm afraid that I don't. You see I've skipped a grade. Oh, . . . well I must be running along; I have to speak to your mother. Be a good little girl now, won't you3'l Before Sabina could answer that one, Mrs. Van Ritter had tattered city She left a heavy cloud of perfume behind, and a very puzzled looking little girl, That was the last time that I over-heard any- one talking to Sabina because my mother grabbed me and whispered, 'lLet's get out of here I iust noddeds A few minutes later we were saying goodby to Sabina's mother. As we left, I saw Sabina watching met I felt that she was memorizing me and putting me away in her memory to take out and examine later, It was a queer feeling, and it made me nervous. I did not see Sabina again until about five years later, I was at a country club party. It was not a formal dance; as a matter of fact, it was a llBermuda party. Anyway, when she walked in, I was sitting at a table with this boy. He was one of those avant garde characters from Harvard, and we were sitting there counting blond page-boys and gold barrettes. That's she, somebody said. Who? I asked. Sabina Lindsey. She is all the rage. They say that she's a real riot. Thinking back, I could not think of a less ace curate description of the Sabina I remembered. Anyway, I turned around in my chair and saw her standing at the door. She was actually too young to be there, but I guess nobody had both- ered to ask how old she was She looked as if she belonged. She was one of those people that looked as if they belonged anywhere. But there was something missing, She did not have that wise look any more. As a matter of fact, she did not have any particular look at all. The clothes she was wearing Were the 'lright clothest'. She looked like a cookie that was cut from a mold, iust like all the other fitteen-year old cookies that you see anywhere. She started to dance, and I can remember that she even danced like a weII-taught doll. There was nothing original looking about her. She did not have a trace of her wise look. It was well covered up by her mask. She looked blase and like she was thinking, Oh you kid, I think that anything you say is wonderful. There was not anything that you could remember about her any more, nothing. It made me sick to look at her. She was a girl who could have been something, and they had turned her into a shell. I excused myself quickly and went downstairs towards the deserted locker room. I walked in and leaned against the door. I do not know how long I leaned against that door, thinking about Sabina and how she turned into iust another Blond page-boy like all the others. Then I unpinned my circle-pin from my collar and dropped it into the waste paper basket and walked out. TIME by Margaret Bateman, Twelfth Grade Time is the governess of lite. Man is hamp- ered, bound, restricted by that which he can- Page Niner-three ceived as a means of organizing his existence to his best advantage. Just as the son may turn on the father, so does Time work to the dis- advantage of the mortals who fashioned it. It is always time for a prescribed activity There is an hour to rise and an hour to return again to slumber. There are the periods for work and the periods for relaxation. Finally, there are the times to eat which abruptly inter- rupt the other occupations. One discovers a definite human frailty in considering this regula- tion of daily life by the clock. One is never ready to take up a new occupation ot the proper time, and yet one is loath to put it aside ot the appointed hour. Man could learn to live by the clock, however. One profits from the sternest muster. Obedience breeds self discipline. So, it is quite possible that man could actually improve himself by strict adherence to the rule of minutes. In fact, it could be a very pleasant, simple thing to rise, to eat, to work, to play, to sleep. One Would imagine that such a schedule would imbue a sturdy moral fiber in those who earnestly fol- lowed it. Perhaps at one time man tould have been content to live his life in such a manner. Now one must feel shame, not pride, in simply living on. Time cannot just be spent, it must be filled and utilized. Time set aside for such labor is, perhaps, the most hectic period of alli Tasks confront one, and the anticipation of' 0 protect to be tackled swells within the breast. Often, however, there are interruptions, and a task is left half finished or accomplished in a most superficial manner. Worse yet is the moment when one completes a work with time to spare The .momentary relief is quickly followed by a nagging sensa- tion which impels one to work oheadt's Un- happily, the day of rest for which one works ahead never legitimately arrives. If one steals that day, the conscience crying Htime wasted pricks the errant mortal. Spore time was once considered to ottord an opportunity for listless musing upon subjects which were pure whimsy, or which were so pro- found one could not feign true comprehension. Such meditations have come to be regardedos glorified indolence, or, us one says, a waste of time . One is admonished to make construc- tive use of hours A hobby is a useful thing and one Way of filling times It has a peculiarity, however, of also being frightfully frustrating. One has too little time to spend on nonrobligotory otluirs. So moments spent pursuing hobbies must be caught at fleeting instances. A proiect which would consume but several days may be car- Poge Ninelyvlour ried on for months or years, as one must almost begin onew each time work is resumed. Finally, one becomes obiectly disgusted. Progress is slight, and somehow the obiect being fashioned does not resemble the example one is following at all. Oh, to pause a moment! There is time so sorely needed for endeavors which depart from the basic or the useful. The body and the mind are satisfied by these endeavors, but the op- portunity to develop the sense of values con tained in everyone is vital. A time to appreciate should be surely set aside. Not blond, hclt-hearted recognition of beauty in creation, but sincere realization of the worth in fellow men, and of the basic love- liness in common life should be cultivated. And this cannot be done in fleeting, guilty moments stolen from routine. A time to love cannot be slighted. Love is a common sentiment. No one is made without the capacity to love; no one is created devoid of the need for love. it is in a state of harmony that desires to accomplish great tasks are ac- tivated. A time to love is a requisite for steady perseverence. A time to judge yourself, a time to compre- hend your place upon this earth, this is the most important time of all. No man can iustifiobly plod grimly through routine and be a man of any sturdy characters He is a useless man. He is neither a credit to himself nor an addition to the human race He is not only useless, he is soulless. Therefore, this time of selt-iudgment must be the. most important, for what in life is tantamount to the value of a soul. A time for everything and everything in its time. This is iust. Mun must realize the worth of such an institution 05 Time. But he must awaken to the fact that the regulation of time was conceived for his advantage. He must re- capture 0 bit of the idealistic concept he once held. A time for enrichment of the body and the mind is essential. But a time to appreciate is invaluable, a time to love is priceless, and a time to cultivate the soul is a time of immortal worth AN OWL by Helena Sive, Ninth Grade An owl is a creature of keen delight, His time to come out is only at night. He perches on a high old tree And sits there looking down at me. Then he winks as it to say, So long until another day. THE FOOL by Elizabeth Ditmars, Eleventh Grade Robert was startled when he realized he was grinning like a little child at nothing. His eager pace also betrayed something other than his usual dignity. He stopped himself suddenly and looked around slyly, although it was not likely that anyone else would be walking through his wheat field at midnight. it was one of those nights that is so beautiful it is exciting. And one who has learned the proper appreciation of such a night will hold his breath, tearing to mar the silence and the stillness, and feel impelled to review his philoso- phy of life. Robert was not an exception. Since it was November, it was cold; and one had to try to shiver quietly so that he would not disturb his thinking or the atmosphere. This atmosphere was further enhanced by a full moon in a cloud- less sky. Robert especially loved the moon be- cause he felt it drew him towards it and away from the world so that he could dream of greater things. He was vaguely feeling guilty for catching himself oFF guard and carried away by the night when suddenly a new idea struck him: why should one put Up a front of dignity and try to have the appearance of nobility when simple kindness can make him noble? What a wonder- ful and daring thought! Robert pictured him- self with only two suits of clothing, living in an apartment, and giving his whole estate and all his Wealth to charity. it would probably be front page new. Everyone would certainly . . . His thoughts were interrupted by what sounded like a small child singing. A little girl's voice sounded soft and strained as she walked towards Robert. She did not see him and was singing, Je vois la lune, La lune me voit, La lune voit l'un que ie veux . voir . . . Suddenly she began to cry. Since no one was around, she did not try to control herself, but fell to the ground sobbing des- perately. Robert was horrified and started to run towards the house. But he stopped himself and realized that he would have to try to help the child, recalling uneasily what he had been dreaming about before. He almost tiptoed up to the girl and, very much embarrassed, said, Do you want me to bring you a warm coat from the house, for he saw that she was wear- ing only a thin dress. His voice, not used to gentleness, frightened the girl so much that she could not move. She stared at him for awhile and finally, her voice shaking from her crying, her fear, and the cold, she said, No . . . no . . . no, you don't understand . . . it's my . t . it's my sister . . Then tears came to her eyes again and she turned away from Robert and ran as fast as she could in the direction from which she had come. Robert stood there in the moonlight several minutes Then he turned and walked slowly back to the house. Maybe he had ottered her the wrong thing. MYSTERlOUS PEOPLE IN YELLOW by Deborah Hinkley, Ninth Grade It was a drab, misty, rainy morning and I could scarcely see out of my windshield. There was a frightening atmosphere in the air. I was alone in the car on a busy corner in lOWn waits ing for some friends. I was only hall aware of the bustling activity around me. Suddenly I was surrounded by little figures dressed all in yellow. Who were these mys- terious people, and what did they want? At first I thought they were after me. Then 1 dis- cerned from the destructive look in their eyes that they seemed to be attacking the large brick building on the corner. These monsters' hands and feet were like human ones. They wore yellow coats and little yellow helmets with beaks from which minute beady eyes were peering. They were coming from all directions shout- ing at each other. They darted across the streets ignoring the cars and people. No weapons were visible as they stamped through immense muddy puddles splashing each other. I suddenly realized who these monsters were, and I felt sorry for the poor teachers who had to take care of them all day. THE SNOW by Susan Mixter, Ninth Grade The snow is glistening, The wind is whistling, And I'm listening Through the dawn. Sleighbells are ringing, Children are singing, Snowflakes are clinging To the lawn. The snowmen growing, The snowball throwing, Make cheeks alglowinge Summers gone. Page Ninety-tive PRIMARY PRIZE DRAWING HIGH SCHOOL PRIZE DESIGN Thomas Beach, First Grade Cheryl Kruus, Twelfth Grade INTERMEDIATE PRIZE DRAWING Polly Guggenheim, Eighth Grade HIGH SCHOOL PRIZE DRAWING Chery Caren, Twelfth Grade Page Ninely-sfx PRIMARY DRAWING First Honorable Mention, Page Thompson, Third Grade HIGH SCHOOL DESIGN Honorable Mention, Cheryl KIOUS, Twelf'rh Grade PRIMARY DRAWING Second Honorable Mention, Marjorie Zopf, Third Grade HIGH SCHOOL DRAWING First Honorable Mention, Cynthia Ware, Ninth Grade Page NInefy-seven ?'52' INTERMEDIATE DRAWING First Honorable Mention, Mary Jane Deupree, Eighth Grade INTERMEDIATE DRAWING - Third Honorable Mention, Kathryn Lunken, Eighth Grade INTERMEDIATE DRAWING Second Honorable Mention, Dora Lewis, Seventh Grade Page Ninelyveighf HIGH SCHOOL DRAWING - Second Honorable Menfion, Nancy Joe Pagel, Twelfth Grade x? 4:1:- Ittsl-v , $.32-i5 n ., i. $?a- IEN :0 - i y F X Iv - E t - 1 .7 x INTERMEDIATE DRAWING Fourth Honorable Mention, Susan Feuss, Seventh Grade Page Nineiy-nine ACKNOWLEDGMENTS The MILESTONE Board sincerely wishes to thank Miss Schoepfle, Mrs. von Stein, Miss Faran, and ML Beach for their advice and assistance. 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