Columbus School for Girls - Topknot Yearbook (Columbus, OH)

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TOP-KXU'l', 1930 At the lirst sound of Harriet's laughter both goat and cook bolted, leaving a trail of their impedimenta. An answering shout echoed from the middle of the pool, and soon Harry found herself the center of a vociferous group, her woes forgotten. Isn't Ailanthus a riot , she screeched with the rest. And between spasms of laughter, she thought, 'fit isn't what you laugh at, but how you laugh! Now I'm being laughed with and not uf. Dad says there's a lot in horse sense and I'm through with goat sense. I guess there's a lot in going halfway! Late that evening, as I-Iarry stretched luxuriously in bed after a melee of dancing-and laughing-she said to herself severely, 'cAfter this there'll be one less goat in the family! And Ailanthus' beard will grow. Poor dear! she sighed. FILEN Cupola, 1931 'l'Hl:l DICFIXITIL ONES Living with people precise and particular. People who live with their feet on the groundg Smiiing at people precise and particular, Creatures whose knowledge is proved and renowned. I smile, I laugh, I answer their questionsg l'n1 polite, l'm correct, my intentions are sound. I pity the people precise and particular, The people that dwell on the ground. liluusuiiir Bms1'oL. 1931 1151

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COLUMBUS SCHOOL for GIRLS smiling in the fashion of one who knows the joke and is a little bored by it. But in truth her smile was but a glassy beaming. Not only this exclusion, but the pose assumed thereafter had come to be a customary thing - the action and dialogue were rarely changed. When the strain of appearing included had become almost unbearable, the laughter broke out afresh. The pain of regret that she had rushed hopefully to join the merriment, forgetting her resolutions, became a dull, aching throb, one that was broken only by the unceremonious entree of Ailanthus. Ailanthus, baptized thus after the advent of that young hero of Saturday Evening Post fame, who never forgot a grievance or a love, was indeed a disconcerting sight. The nature of the beast was scarcely to be discerned through the overcoating of mud, flour and rose petals, stuck fast to a gummy mass of shellac with which the creature was plastered from stem to stern. Ailanthus was Harry Blake's best goat and chief consolation, an individual of considerable weight and temperament. The gleam of his eye and a strange absence of beard lent him an appearance bordering upon desperation, which sent bathers and guests alike hurriedly into the water amid a chorus of splashes. Petunia, darky cook of ample proportions whose presence in the Blake kitchen had become almost a tradition, so long had she served them, closely followed in search of the wanderer. From the kitchen of the house next door Ailanthus had charged, with Petunia Waddling in rapid pursuit. In one hand she held a pair of scissors and the remains of a bouquet of roses, in the other, what might have been a goat's beard. Her eyes bulged with fright, and her breath came in short gasps. Ailanthus, it appeared, blind with fury and shellac, had 'tackedl' her. Beating him off with the bunch of flowers which she was arranging for the dinner table, she had somehow gotten a firm grasp on his beard. So firm was the grasp, and so adhesive the shellac that Petunia, terrified on finding her hand apparently glued to the sticky strands of the beard of so disconcerting a creature, had followed an impulse to free herself at any cost. A can of flour and a pot of ferns followed the goat's flight through the kitchen door. Hence the lack of beard, the rose petals, the flour, and the mud, but now we come to the foundation of Ailanthus' woes. H 'Twarn't mah fault, Miss Harry , moaned Petunia, rolling her eyes heavenward. Dat goat done knock' mah shellac offen de she'ff on toppen hisse'f! Her frame was shaken by a ponderous sigh. f14l

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COLLMBIJS SCHOOL for GIRLS A SENIOR DREAMS IN STUDY HALL SAT in study hall, diligently-looking through the window at the second form playing the most delightful games in the yard below. The Class of 1940! The Senior Class of ten years hence, would they have the same dreams, the same regrets as they leave C. S. G. that we the Seniors of 1930 have? VVhat would the school be like then? I fell to dreaming.- It was the most delightful way to spend the study period--not eihcient but lots of fun. By 1940 C. S. G. would be well established in the beautiful spot now known as the farm. I can visualize the buildings, the beauty of the surroundings, and I can almost sense the atmosphere lent by the merging of the traditions and ideals of the old school at Parsons Place with the new school in the country. The class rooms, -- in my mind's eye I see them, such delightful rooms, furnished not in the traditional way but as studies with scores of books, chairs placed informally about-conducive to dis- cussion, comfortable chairs you know. Oh -and a fireplace. Perhaps there would be new things to think of, a course in journalism and news- gathering, introductory courses in philosophy, even in psychology-and anthropology. Doesn't that sound pretentious? But it would be such fun. There would be a beautifully equipped laboratory where experiments would be carried on with zest and appreciation. Imagine Miss Miller's joy! Every department would be a glorious adventure for seekers for the truth . Open forums in the evenings or at tea time where many things interesting to the youth of 1940 would be discussed! Dancing on the lawn when weather permits, in a large, dimly lighted, softly draped room when not on the lawn! fThe choir will now rise and sing Pm a Dreamer, Aren't We A11 .J Am I becoming too impractical? I look down upon the Class of 1940 still absorbed in a game of tag, potential poets, dreamers, and thinkers- and now I'd almost like to go back ten years to be a Senior in 1940. MARY HADLEY LEWIS, 1930 1161