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

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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

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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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TOP-KNOT, 1930 AT NIGHT At night I love to hear the waves Pound on the rockbound shore, Or watch the lightning's vivid flash And hear the thunder's roar, Or listen to the wind that shrieks And makes the fir trees wail, Or watch the meteors shoot through space, Leaving a fiery trail. At night I love to wander down A silver moonlit lane, And hear the startled marsh bird's cry Re-echoed back again. And let the cool breeze fan my face And toss my hair afright. I love to watch and hear and feel, I love to live at night. JANE Mmcuzv, 1930 fPrize Poem? , MORNING Dawn, and grey mist softening dark skiesg Mist, and trees silhouetted against cloudsg Trees, and new hope filling tired eyesg Hope, and faith wreathing earth in shrouds. HARRIET ATVVELL, 1930 l 171