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

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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

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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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COLUMBUS SCHOOL for GIRLS THINGS ARE SELDOM VVHAT THEY SEEM HEY were sitting at a small round table which was covered by a red and white checked cloth. On this table were a couple of bottles, partly emptied, and a box of pretzels. The boy and girl drank slowly the contents of these bottles and crunched the pretzels, as they listened to five big coons pour forth jazz. joan, in her too tight, too short, green dress, and Tom in his sweater, cap, and dirty trousers weren't half so much absorbed in each other as they were in the blare of trumpets, the gentle crooning of saxes, and the harmonizing of voices. Those boys could play! Mad little tremors of ecstasy ran up and down Joan's back, and made her want to cry out at the sadness of certain pieces! That orchestra must have known nothing of its real value, or it never would have stayed in this cheap night club. For that is just what it was. Not only the place itself was cheap but also the people. And how are such people to know whether they are hearing good jazz or not? The people were loud and coarse but chiefly interested in their own alicairs. They danced to the music, or sat about making love to one another, and laughed long and loud at the jokes they cracked. People of all kinds were there, and across the dance floor from Joan and Tom sat a couple who seemed to be well acquainted with the people around them, and Tom looking at them said, Joan, have you ever seen a half-castefn Half-caste! why, I donlt believe so, but what made you ask? Do you see that darkvskinned little girl over there? VVell, she is certainly one, in both looks and manners. Joan looked at the girl and her boy friend for a while, and then said, VVell, Tom, that fair-haired boy with your half-caste looks like one of these emotional lovers you see in the movies. 'When the five darkies started to play a slow, melodious piece that gripped one with its charm, the dark-skinned girl and fair-haired boy danced, Joan and Tom sat still so they might watch the two they had been discussing. As the piece changed into a rapid fox-trot, suddenly the girl was dancing by herself -- a dance as wild as the music. All the people on the floor stopped dancing when they noticed her, and began to gather about. U81