Faulkner School for Girls - Kismet Yearbook (Chicago, IL)

Text from Pages 1 - 104 of the 1935 volume:

; is i i . Ps] bi i: 3 t E 5 ‘Be vs “ % i K ls Mean A Record of Events of THE FABEKNER SGE@@Ee FOR GIRLS L347 3) 5 CHICAGO, ILLINOIS MADEMOISELLE JEANNE BROCHERY To eMLademoiselle Jeanne ‘Brochery with sincere appreciation for her love and friendship, | her understanding and her guidance, we, The Kismet Board of 1934-35 lovingly dedicate this book. EE Os Kata e©a hel) This year for our theme we turn to one of the oldest arts known,—that of sculpture. Each statue is rep- resentative of the different classes and sections. The “Winged Victory” shows achievement and that we feel sure is typical of the Seniors. The Junior Class is best described by Diana, goddess of grace and sports. For the Sophomores we have chosen the god of music, light and life-—A pollo. ‘Because of her divine wisdom, truth and mental acuteness, the Freshmen have selected as their model Athena. Naturally that restless spirit Mercury is for Activities and when one thinks of sports the “Discus Thrower” comes to mind. The adorable “Spinario” seems to illustrate best the Intermediate while the “Thinker” is ideal for the literary se¢tion. We, the board, present this book to you with the sincere hope that you will approve of and enjoy it as much as we who have worked on it have. YEAR BOOK BOARD Editor-in-Chief Ann Decker Business Manager Jane Weary Senior Editor Phyllis Cummins Art Editors Peggy Lepman, Chairman Marjorie Von Hermann Year Book Photographer Dickie Decker Literary Committee Betty Cheney, Chairman Bobbe Mayer Anne MacDougal Marjorie Wescott Courtney Ann Reid Sally Jane Hayes Mary Dean i if Athletic Committee Marion Jernberg, Chairman Virginia Buettner Humor Committee Jane Anderson Beryl Rawlings Peggy Lepman CeAxRed Page 6 y President Vice-President Secretary-Treasurer SENIOR -CLASS Officers Athletic’ Representative saan a. eae Done Most For Faulkner Phyllis Cummins Betty Cheney cee chia gt ee Bobette Mayer ote ae me Virginia Buettner Colors—Green and Gold Flowers—Yellow Tea Roses Motto—Dux Femina Facti (As voted by the Most Dependable ..g - erties ae es ee Cleverest. =... 258 Most's] alénted ) seis. oe ee eee Most Tactless.... Best Natured..... Most Inquisitive. Best Personality... . Most Studious... . S'EsNeli@ Rego lage Seles Class) First A. Decker P. Cummins .B. Mayer M. Von Hermann _. V. Buettner Senior Class M. Jernberg F. Booth MO ot Ti. Vanya yt ee eT ORE NL Oe P. Cummins Most usopbisticateds..0, =a . .B. Mayer Des te AL -TOUNC pel eine eee ee _.M. Jernberg Mostz Attractive. tah ce. oe ets eee aa F. Booth Best« Athlete wy ve Aker auc ee ee ae M. Jernberg Laviestwmmatem cf fle 5.5 515, cent, Atte ce meme Caers ae ae B. Mayer BigvestaBlutl ery ol ia ae ether eee V. Buettner BesteComman yrvaces, hoe) te ard F. Booth LOSER eserved 2s eet 4 DUAL andi en nee eee es M. Jernberg Silbiestere ot uaa he ad ed Wi Wade eae a ee ae M. Jernberg Bests Liked srscoe Ul heme. si eget, tie ane ee ee F. Booth Best ‘Dressed Sigs Oia ye. ee B. Mayer Most:Intelligentso aa 2 a ee eee A. Decker Deepest in Loves. 1. See ee at F. Booth Page 8 Second P. Cummins A. Decker B. Mayer F. Booth V. Buettner Senior Class B. Cheney M. Von Hermann A. Decker F. Booth M. Von Hermann A. Decker V. Buettner B. Mayer V. Buettner B. Mayer M. Jernberg B. Cheney B. Mayer F. Booth B. Cheney B. Mayer FLORENCE BOOTH Freshman University High School. Sophomore White Hockey Team, Captain Class Basket- ball, School Basketball Team, Social Commit- tee, Servant in “Merry Wives of Windsor.” Junior Vice-President Student Government, Secre- tary F.A.A., Secretary-Treasurer of Class, White Hockey Team, White Volleyball Team, Numerals, Class Basketball and White Basket- ball Teams, School Volleyball Team, Social Committee. Senior President of Student Government, White Hockey Team, Class Basketball Team. ‘The heart to conceive, the understanding to direct, and the hand to execute.” “Girls, keep the halls quiet, please,” is her usual war-cry. So begins the write-up of every president of Student Government—but Flip is different! She combines dignity with gaiety and the result is startling! Her golden hair is coveted by all—and girls, how she dances!! Her attributes are diversified; she excels not only in athletics, but also in lead- ership. With such an outstanding personality, we know that she will go a long way. VIRGINIA BUETTNER Freshman Philanthropic Committee, Student Govern- ment Council, Treasurer of Class, Class Bas- ketball Numerals, F.A.A., Bel-Narb in ‘‘Tents of the Arabs.” Sophomore Fire Drill Committee, Class Basketball Team, F.A.A., Servant in “Merry Wives of Windsor.” Junior Athletic Representative, White Hockey Team, White Volleyball Team, School Volley- ball Team, Small F, Sub on White Basketball Team, Kappa Lambda Epsilon, F.A.A. Senior Athletic Representative, White and School Hockey, Chairman Fire Drill Committee, Co-Athletic Editor. She walks the waters like a thing of life, And seems to dare the elements to strife.” “Ginny, will you give me a lift to the corner?” is heard daily at one-fifteen; she turns a resigned face and nods “yes.” Al- though she rides to and from school in state, she is one of our outstanding athletes. Not only is she a star in the athletic field, but she is—we state with awe—Miss Faulkner’s pride and joy in Vergil. Page 10 BE siey CHBINEN, Freshman Order Committee, Vice-President of Class, F.A.A., Class Basketball Team, School Hockey Team, Numerals, Gypsy in “Tents of the Arab.” Sophomore President of Class, Kappa Lambda Epsilon, Year Book Board, Class Basketball, School and White Hockey Teams, Order Committee, F.A. A., Simple in “The Merry Wives of Wind- SObem Junior Ferry Hall. Senior Vice-President of Class, Chairman of Order Committee, Literary Editor of Year Book, Kappa Lambda Epzilon, White and School Volleyball Teams, F.A.A. “None knew her but to love her, nor named thee but to praise.” The ever vivacious Betty is back with us after a year’s absence, taking charge of the Order Committee. Her infectious giggle is the comic relief in French class. The young- ster of our esteemed class is, however, a cheerful student and a born athlete. Her polka dance is a subject of much animated conversation. PHYLLIS CUMMINS Freshman Social Committee, Secretary of Class, Class Basketball, F.A.A., Mahala in “I Know George Washington.” Sophomore Vice-President of Class, Kappa Lambda Epsilon, F.A.A., Numerals, White Hockey Team, Class Basketball Team, Social Commit- tee, Rugby in “The Merry Wives of Wind- sor.’ Junior President of Class, Social Committee, Philanthropic Committee, Student Govern- ment Council, Year Book Board, Kappa Lambda Epsilon, F.A.A., Sub on White Vol- leyball and White Basketbal® Teams, Class Basketball, School Basketball Team. Senior President of Class, Student Government Council, Kappa Lambda Epsilon, Co-Chair- man of Social Committee, Vice-President of Philanthropic Club, White and School Hockey Teams, White and School Volleyball Teams, Big F, Senior Editor of Year Book, F.A.A. “Ambition has no rest.” Having spent thirteen years in our Alma Mater, Phyl is just what we all wish we were —a typical Faulknerite. Her dependability and sense of responsibility are well known to all—and those Senior Class meetings over which she sternly presides are pictures of law and order! In keeping with the rest of the class, all of whom have numerous virtues, Phyl excels in scholarship, philanthropic work, and you should see her on a hockey field! With Ann she has made the Social Committee par- ties the best we’ve ever had. ANN DECKER Freshman President of Class, Philanthropic Commit- tee, F.A.A., Class Basketball, Year Book Board, Mrs. Goodrich in “I Know George Washington.” Sophomore Student Government Council, Kappa Lambda Epsilon, Assistant Business Manager of Year Book, F.A.A., Philanthropic Commit- tee. Junior Business Manager of Year Book, Order Committee, Kappa Lambda Epsilon, F.A.A. Senior Editor of Year Book, Kappa Lambda Epsi- lon, Treasurer of F.A.A., Co-Chairman Social Committee, Green Volleyball Team. “Enthusiasm is the breath of genius.” Crash! Bang! Boom! That’s just Ann, dignified Editor of the Year Book, falling downstairs. But you can’t keep a good man down. Ann is our shining light in Kappa Lambda Epsilon. Despite her studious en- deavor she shines as the Co-Chairman of the Social Committee. Her subtle humor and passion for Art History, although an odd combination, gives her a distinctive personality. MARION JERNBERG Freshman Tardiness Committee, Athletic Representa- tive, F.A.A., Class Basketball, Sub on Green Hockey Team, Elaine in ‘‘Fourteen.” Sophomore Kappa Lambda Epsilon, F.A.A., Numerals, Secretary-Treasurer of Class, Green Hockey Team, Class Basketball, Sub on Green Basket- ball, Dress and Appearance Committee, Nym in ““The Merry Wives of Windsor.” Junior Dress and Appearance Committee, Kappa Lambda Epsilon, F.A.A., Green Hockey Team, Green and School Volleyball, Green and School Basketball, Captain Class Basketball, Small and Large F, Year Book Board. Senior Chairman of Dress and Appearance Com- mittee, President of F.A.A., Green and School Hockey Teams, Green and School Volleyball, Co-Editor of Athletics in Year Book, Kappa Lambda Epsilon. “When Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing hours with flying feet.” Whee-ee-ee! goes the whistle, for another goal has been made. Who made it? Why Marion, our hockey star, of course. Not only does she stand out in hockey, but in spite of tearful exclamations, “I know I failed,” has managed to remain on Kappa Lambda Epsilon so far this year. Her most serious worries are her freckles and her blush, but no one else minds them. Good luck to you, Marion! Page 12 BOBETTE MAYER Freshman Tardiness Committee, F.A.A., Class Basket- ball, King in “Tents of the Arabs.” Sophomore Tardiness Committee, F.A.A., Numerals, Fenton in “The Merry Wives of Windsor.” Junior Tardiness Committee, F.A.A., Class Bas- ketball. Senior Chairman of Tardiness Committee, Secre- tary of Student Government, Year Book Board, F.A.A. “She is pretty to walk with And witty to talk with And pleasant, too, to think on.” “Senior Chapel next week”—all eyes turn to Bobbe—once in about eight weeks she stops being lazy and writes something which some people call “clever.” The witty Chair- man of the Tardiness Committee and Keeper of the notes for Student Government, besides being the most sophisticated Senior, which is not saying much to be sure (no harm meant, Bobbe), is the bane of Miss Jones’ existence. Her unusual witticisms keep the Seniors in stitches; and what would French IV be with- out her? Ask Madame. MARJORIE VON HERMANN Freshman, Sophomore, Junior Hyde Park High School. Senior Chairman of Music Committee, Year Book Board, Vice-President of F.A.A., School Hockey Team, F.A.A. “How far that little candle throws its beams.’ She’s little, but Oh my! Her ‘Oxfords’ give her that inexplicable air which, some- how, in spite of her lack of height, seems to give her dignity. Her flare for art has come in very handy in the Year Book. She shines not only in Vergil but also in math. Look at her ““A’s” in math exams! What a girl! JEANNE GREIST Entered February 1st from Parker High School. SENIOR QUIZ I. Check true or false: 1 Bobette Mayer is the most athletic girl in the class. 2 The Senior Class is the most united in school. 3 Phyllis is liked by everyone. 4 Ann Decker is the dumbest girl in the class. Il Re-arrange in proper order: 1 Florence Booth Sweet, simple, girlish Virginia Buettner Most responsible Betty Cheney Most daring Phyllis Cummins Sophisticated Ann Decker Contagious laugh Marion Jernberg Big words Bobette Mayer Smallest Marjorie Von Hermann Biggest drag Ill Identify the following phrases: 1 “Pve lost my French book.” 2 “Will you please hand in some contributions for the Year Book.” 3 “Will you please be quiet?” 4 “Oh, that last line of Latin!’ Florence Booth POLYGLOT ’Twas nox, I loitered on the pontem While Luna shone on sea and montem. Mors was jamais as still as ego. Hoc tout took place in San Diego. Sonus terrificus je heard, Sed never breathed nor parlais word. Coeur meum stopped; cheveux arose; Je scteamed, ‘‘Senores, qui are those? “Dic mihi vite, or else I die, Was ist this noise, cet affreux cry?” Et now mit bray nihil surpasses Per via rushed ein herd of asses. Ann Decker SILLY SYMPHONY (With apologies to Gertrude Stein.) A book—A book—A blue book—The Aeneid—Virgil. Virgil’s Aeneid. Aeneas—Dido —The Trojan War. The Trojan War—Dido. Aeneas—Wooden horse—Ulysses—Priam —Priam. Death of Priam—Swords—Blood—Blood. Swords—Greeks—Trojans. Greeks defeat Trojans—Flight. Whose flight? Aeneas’ flight—Anchises—Ascanius—Creusa— Flight. Lesson over. No more work. All over. Over. Virginia Buettner, °35 Page 13 LIGHTS It was midnight of a clear night. It had rained most of the day and the streets and buildings were still wet. All I could see was lights; lights to the right and lights to the left; lights above me, lights below me. In fact, there were lights all around me. They were getting on my nerves. Lights, lights, lights, real and artificial. There were small and. large lights; bright and dull lights. Some of the lights flashed on and off; some remained lighted all the time. There were colored lights and white lights. Some of the moving lights resembled comets with their reflections in the street appearing as the comets’ tails. Some of the comets appeared in pairs, others singly. They always seemed to move in bunches with dark spaces between. Others of the lights—the very small ones—seemed to wink at me. One of the large lights just stared at me with an almost human expression. The lights were getting me! Then suddenly I came out of my trance and decided to o into my Pent-house where it was dark and where there would be no more horrifying ghts, lights, lights! g 5 li Florence Booth This Topsy-Turvy World It was only seven-forty-five when Virginia, always the first Senior to arrive, popped her head in the school door, her cheeks ruddy after her long walk from home. She quickly went to “Study,” arranging a waste paper basket so as to act as a receiver for the ball of paper which she tried to get in. She tried once, twice, three times and finally gave up in despair muttering, “Oh, well, we can’t all be athletes.” At eight-twenty the room was filled with giggling school girls, fresh after their ten hours of sleep of the previous night, yet above all the noise and hubbub, one Senior could be heard—Marion, of course—shouting, as always, at the top of her lungs to that irresponsible, scatter-brained chum of hers, Phil. What a pair! Marion continu- ally screaming around and Phil never remembering to do anything. Suddenly a shout arose from the crowd welcoming the heroine of yesterday’s basket- ball game—Marg, who strode up the aisle glowering at all who came to exclaim about her unusual athletic ability. In marked contrast, at her side, was Florence, who with mincing steps had gracefully advanced to her desk and was already deep in her books. Her marks indicate clearly the results of her diligent studying. Over in one corner of the room sat quiet, demure Ann, observing all, with a con- descending smile and refusing to speak until spoken to. At her side sat Betty poring over a sheaf of musical papers, learning every note and humming loudly to herself. Just as the last bell rang, a whirlwind burst through the open door. After settling down to a trot, her usual rate of speed, she was discovered to be the very gloomy, credulous, athletic, simple Bobbe, who sweetly called the first period girls to order. By Herself IMPRESSIONS Florence Booth: Cambric tea... night life . . . sugar. Virginia Buettner: Cream ... woman champion... rights for women. Betty Cheney: Curls... pep... sprites... girl athlete. Phyllis Cummins: Permanents . . . busy lady . . . society. Ann Decker: Enthusiasm ... green eyes . . . young boy’s dream . . . career. Marion Jernberg: Sweden . .. country maid . . . giggles. Bobette Mayer: Sophisticate . . . red fingernails . . . smooth hair. Marjorie von Hermann: England... peaches and cream . . . efficiency. Two Seniors Page 14 Those Old Classmates of Mine As I sit here in the evening by my fireside all alone, Dreaming o’er the happy moments my high school days have known, The flickering of the firelight weaves a shadowy design, And I see the smiling faces of those old classmates of mine. And I feel again the flutter of that little freshman band, As we started on our journey, all our golden future planned, When we should all be Seniors and have nothing else to do But pity little Freshmen and write a theme or two. The studious and the merry, the fickle and the true, The brown eyes, and the grey eyes and the eyes of azure blue Look out upon me smiling. Oh, ’tis a joy divine To see again the faces of those old classmates of mine! Then the well-remembered faces of our loyal teachers start Into being in the firelight bright as memories in my heart Of their wisdom and their counsel in the dear old golden time, When they so wisely guided those old classmates of mine. But, oh, my dream is broken! The black log burns alone, And the hearth is growing darker and my memories all are flown, And I feel the teardrops starting as I think upon the time When I’ll say farewell to teachers and those old classmates of mine. Ann Decker HAVE YOU HEARD? Miss Davis: Does it not? Miss Faulkner: Posture! Miss Breslich: In-ter-es-ting. Madame Baillot: Mais, elle est si mignonne. Miss Moulton: Literat-ure. Miss Jones: Game-point-tournament. Miss Mack: What color is Noah’s white cat? Miss Canfield: Construction-case and why. Miss Farr: Where were you last Wednesday? Two Seniors Deidara ay is IN DESPERATION It’s not that I mind writing Stuff you use to fill up space; But just look around you And see the look on sister’s face. You see, she has to listen to everything I do; So [Pl just send this contribution, And the best of luck to you! Bobbe Mayer Page 15 To My Mice Ah, little mice, it’s to thee I sing— The ones who pains to others bring When you scat across the floor, Or, perchance, peer ’round the door. You nibble here and nibble there, And people always wonder where You put most of their crumbs and food Is it all taken back to your hungry brood? You’re welcome to the cheese I put in the trap If only you won’t scratch when I’m tak- ing a nap; So scamper home to your hidden nest And, for Pete‘s sake, let me get some rest. M. Von Hermann - Senior Prophecy Last night, April 1, 1945, while I was strolling down State street, I noticed the new “Sensation House,” “The Club Faulknero.” The name attracted me for it brought back memories of my school days, ten years in the past. In blue and red Neon signs were the words “Celebrity Nite,” Florence Booth, Mis- tress of Ceremonies. I was not surprised that Florence had obtained so enviable a posi- tion. Her ability to hold an audience, however boisterous, was well-known to me in the long-ago days of my learning. I walked into the brightly lighted foyer and left my coat in the check room. As I took my check, my eyes rested on the face of the check girl and a mutual recognition sprang into our eyes—it was Marjorie Von Hermann. I had rather expected to find her serving humanity in her own inimitable way, as had been her wont at Faulkner. I was shown into the black and silver dining room and seated myself at a side table. Amidst loud applause, the Mistress of Ceremonies, my old friend Florence took the center of the floor, as always! “Friends,” she said, “this is more than a celebrity nite, for me, it is a class reunion. First on the program is our star doing her famous interpretation of ‘‘Salome’s Dance of the Seven Veils.” Surprisingly enough, it was Virginia Buettner who did this dance with amazing grace and finesse. Florence then announced that the rest of the program would be broadcasted over the national chain. Next on the entertainment was the famous youthful President of the Woman’s Christian Temperance Union who proved to be none other than the dignified Phyllis Cummins. Following her uplifting speech, the Manager of the Beauty Shop of the Air, Betty Cheney, spoke words to the effect that anyone who wished the “coiffeur extraordinaire,” different from all the world, should listen to her weekly programs and send for her free photograph demonstrating her own original hair dress. Then a stately young woman, Miss Ann Decker, stepped up to the microphone. She was introduced as the President of a new experimental college for select young ladies— she said that she owed it all to Faulkner. The inventor of a remarkable new cream, ‘The Faulknerete”—shy Marion Jernberg— told her radio audience how to keep the school-girl complexion from blushing. As Florence was about to sign off the air, she spied me and dragged me, protesting, over to the microphone. She announced me as the voice of experience and asked me to say a few words. All I could think of to say was, “For an experience you will never forget—go to Faulkner.” Bobbe Mayer LAST WALL AND FESTAMENT OFeTHE,SENIORSGLASS We, the Class of 1935, of our most honored and beloved school, do hereby devise and publish this, our last will and testament: To the students, we the illustrious Class of 1935, wish to bequeath our dearest and most characteristic habits with the hope that the said habits may be used to good advantage: To the most deserving member of the Junior class, Lillian Neustadt, the lovelorn Senior, Bobbe Mayer, gives and bequeaths her all too numerous love affairs—may you profit by these experiences, Lillian, dear, and learn how to hold your man. To the sophisticated Margy Weber, Betty Cheney, the vivacious member of the Senior Class, leaves her permanent wave which has a habit of being not only temporary but also temperamental. Marge, we hope that you have better luck with it than Betty had. To our future prima-donna, Marge Wescott—the Junior songstress—Florence Booth gives and bequeaths her rather remarkable and extraordinary voice. Good luck, Marge, if you get anyplace with that handicap, you’re a marvel! To the stately, graceful beauty of the Junior Class, Margy Strandberg, Marjorie V. Hermann leaves her height and brawn. The added attraction will be a great help, we hope! To demure, talented, brown-eyed Marge Brooks, aristocratic Ann Decker gives her gift of gab. We hope you appreciate the gift, Margie, because it’s Ann’s most liquid asset. It may seem funny to have Marge talkative but it will be a pleasure to have Ann quiet. (Apropos of last year’s will) To beautiful, animated, clever Margaret Tillinghast, Marion Jernberg of the beautiful limbs bequeaths and gives back the pair of limbs so willingly and thoughtfully given her by Peg. After all, students, use your imagina- tion; picture Marion with Peg’s legs! To petite, soulful-eyed M. Hoexter, Virginia Buet=ner gives and bequeaths her much- practiced and cherished ungainly stride. Now Marge, you can go up three stairs at a time. To the scatter-brained Junior, Jane Weary, Phyllis Cummins—the Senior Class Presi- dent—gives and bequeaths her most valuable and cherished characteristic, her de- pendability. See what you can do with it, Jane. Phyl tried awfully hard! We hereby nominate and appoint the Junior Class, of The Faulkner School, of Chicago, Illinois, Execu- trices of this Will. Dated, February 29, 1935. ASW ty 4 ’ b KNE y : 4 ARAN Wy ee The above and Foregoing Instrument was on the day and date therefore signed, sealed, published, and declared by the said Testatrices, The Senior Class, as and for their Last Will and Testament, in the pres- ence of us, who, at their request and in their presencz and in the presence of each other, have hereunto sub- scribed. oat S{NCERITAS Ne A bd syn uw ts fo oH? = = = SS = 4 4, Ny, 4 Haw Cay atc Feuthre,. Residing at Chicago, ILinoin ee trill an Residing at Corrs SAL TONGC yy i ib “ 4 “JUNIOR CLASS Floraloise Aitman Lillian Neustadt : Gloria Elizabeth Amburgh Marjorie Strandberg Marjorie Brooks Jane Weary Jean Eisenstaedt Marjorie Weber Catherine Griffin Marjorie Wescott Anne MacDougal Bee Wood Sub- Juniors | Thelma Mae Maremont | Jeanne Sonnenschein Gifs) OFFICERS DOV CS 0 C11 te ae an eee RB en we ait Bee Wood VLG CR DUCSICEH Lumen aiatre Mi rel Phen S20 ME ch ria v3 Anne MacDougal SCLC Meee R emia sh unt ain Soap es) bs st Marjorie Strandberg CaS Ic mene ere Aron AA ea ey Uy Sa gd S02 Catherine Griffin NADER AED RGIS LEO Floraloise Altman Motto: Carpe diem Colors: Chinese Red and Black Flowers: American Beauty Roses WINTER Flashing steel against blue ice, | Skates, silver-bright; Blowing wind on bare trees, Cold, frosty night; | Fires burning hot and red, Songs sung at eventide Hl By candle light. i Anne MacDougal SANDY” When I awake in the morning There’s the patter of little feet, | And the sound of a small dog barking i So soft and sweet. He’s so cute, young and tiny This little Scotch terrier of mine. When he sits up and begs For a tempting piece of meat, No one can refuse his call, Because he lives to eat. Floraloise Altman aN PEEP EAN = a Page 21 NUTS AND RAISINS (We have our own “Raisins”’) “Great Expectations”’ “Chained” “Happiness Ahead”’ “We Live: Againy. “Out in the Cold Again” “Merry Widow” “Young and Healthy” “One Night of Love” “The Case of the Howling Dog” “The Girl from Missouri” “Dames” hae “Wake Up and Dream” “Spellbound” “Love in Bloom” “Smoke Gets in Your Eyes” “The Covered Wagon” “The Ten Commandments” “The Pursuit of Happiness” “T Only Have Eyes for You” “Treasure Island”’ “Midsummer Night’s Dream” “The Ride of the Valkyries’. “The Very Thought of You” “Handy Andy” “Sherlock Holmes” “Night and Day” “Believe It or Not” Arde “Toofus” “Romance” - “Change of Heart” “J Never Had a Chance” “Of Thee I Sing” “My Old Flame’’. “The Age of Innocence”’ “Fools Paradise” “Sophisticated Lady” “For All We Know,” “It’s All Forgotten Now” Exam Marks From 8:30 to 1:15 Friday at 1:15 7 junely _. Tuesdays and Thursdays, 3:15 Guess Who? . The Kindergarten Saturday Night . .Taffy Gloria Amburgh . The Faculty .Monday Morning Wednesday Morning—10:30 _. Miss Breslich _Urban Room . Bee’s Car Health Charts Graduation _ Proctors The Pound June Prom .In Miss Jones’ Car .. September 19 .Roy, Charles, Mack _Miss Faulkner Studying (maybe) A Lunch Time . Junior Class Miss Toepfer, Miss Breslich Bee and Peter Gis .. Alma Mater . Last Year’s Lighter Freshmen Sophomores Junior _ Seniors Marjorie Weber Jane Weary THE OUT-OF-DOORS The out-of-doors in the city isn’t anything to rave over because of all the noises and dirt; in fact, it is almost worse than the in-of-doors. You can’t step outside the door without getting six or eight pieces of soot in your eye, or having the wind come along, snatch your hat off, and roll it in a nice big puddle of city mud in which has been thoroughly mixed every ingredient from soup to nuts. Nuts is right! And that is the last you see of your favorite Easter Bonnet. But there is another angle. You are likely to exclaim, “Well, how about in the winter when all the little mud holes are frozen over??? And my retort to this, cheerful cherub, is that the holes are not likely to be altogether frozen over, and in tripping innocently down the street, going about your own business, you are likely to trip, without the least warning, into one. Then, when it really does get cold, the janitors clear off the sidewalks, and what’s left of the snow freezes over into a lovely glace; and as you are picking your way in high-heeled shoes, along comes a gust of north wind, and your ease and gracefulness in sitting down are totally lost for weeks until the black-and- blue clear up. But cheer up, friends, it’s not like this in the forest primeval, and even if it were, you would not mind, because you wear your most horrible, what-difference-does-it- make clothes. In the woods in the winter, the sun is always out, and if it isn’t, you don’t care because that means more snow. It is so cold and dry that you can’t feel it at all. You need only a very slight covering because the cold cannot penetrate. The only trouble is, that you feel like eating from morning ’till night, which is very hard on the avoirdupois. Jane Weary GONGEN TR ASETONSAINDs PRERAR ATION You come home with the best intention of studying very hard for your exam the next day and getting at least ninety-nine, if not one hundred as your mark. Still you have only come home with these intentions. Sitting down at your desk, you take out your books and begin to study. All goes well for the first five minutes; then you realize that you do not have your outlines handy. Wondering where they are, you begin to search the house for them. This proves futile. Finally, in desperation, you search the bookshelf—trying to clean it out as you go but messing it up more than ever. In the last book you look through, you find the missing outlines. The clock tells you it is almost supper time; so you start cleaning up, saying: “I found my outlines and after supper, I am really going to study hard.” Then you look at the radio section of the newspaper, and see that, as this is Wednesday, Guy Lombardo and his orchestra are on the air, as are George Burns and Gracie Allen. You don’t see how you can miss these programs. Going back to your room, you study half an hour when the ’phone rings for you. It is Mary, who wants to know what a certain author’s dates were. The conversation soon drifts to your own dates—Friday, Saturday, and Sunday nights. Finally you go back to study for another half hour. Looking at the clock again, you see that it is time for Guy Lombardo and you have missed Gracie Allen and George Burns. You cannot study when you listen to Lombardo; so you stop studying, saying that you will study early in the morning. This you do, but not for long. When you get your exam paper back, your mark is a very low B—. When you see this, you say that the next time you have an exam you will study hard! Lirtian NeEustTaprT. Page 23 Page 24 A BIRD SIE VERVIEW? OG WEE) UNOS Name: Brooksie Appearance: small, dark hair, dark eyes What we notice most: her dancing at recess Thing best done: asking questions before school Name: Kay Appearance: blonde hair, blue eyes What we notice most: her vivacity Thing best done: enthusing Name: Strandy Appearance: tall, brown hair, brown eyes What we notice most: her good sportsmanship Thing best done: athletics Name: Lillian Appearance: dark hair, dark eyes What we notice most: her red fingernails Thing best done: always being obliging Name: Anne Appearance: blonde hair, bluish-gray eyes What we notice most: her quietness (usually) Thing best done: being natural Name: Jean Eisenstaedt Appearance: red hair, grayish eyes What we notice most: her revolving in class Thing best done: helping other people Name: Weary Appearance: dark hair, hazel eyes What we notice most: gorgeous eyes with long lashes Thing best done: studies Name: Pease Appearance: brown hair, brown eyes What we notice most: her smiles Thing best done: being sympathetic Name: Jeanne Sonnenschein Appearance: black hair, black eyes What we notice most: her walk Thing best done: walking around the study hall Name: Marge Appearance: blonde hair, gray eyes What we notice most: her good dancing Thing best done: singing Name: Bee Appearance: auburn hair, hazel eyes What we notice most: her blushes Thing best done: ? = ae a ae A Ni alah aaa Name: Glo Appearance: brown eyes, dark hair What we notice most: her dimples Thing best done: complaining Name: Thelma Mae Appearance: dark hair, dark eyes What we notice most: her kindness to everybody Thing best done: telling jokes Name: Weber Appearance: brown hair, brown eyes What we notice most: her enthusiasm Thing best done: making excuses Bee Wood 736 AROUND THE WORLD IN AN ARMCHAIR I gazed stupidly at the printed lines of my book. I must have been reading the same lines over and over again. It read, ‘““You can travel abroad without leaving your chair.” The lines became blurred and indistinct; finally they had faded and— I was walking down a road; the sun was hot and the meadows were a brilliant green. In the distance stood a church with tall spires. I walked forward and the meadows faded into little houses. In the center of a little street stood the church. The sun struck the beautiful rose window in the cathedral and sent shining lights of color everywhere. As I gazed, the building became a mountain, with a snowy top and smoke ! coming from it. Of course, it was Fujyama, the Japanese volcano, and I was standing in a charming garden looking at it from a great distance. Around me were dwarf trees and fragrant cherry blossoms. Tiny garden houses and pagodas peeped out from the trees. A little bridge crossed a silver stream, and a winding path lay ahead. I turned and there I saw standing beside me a lovely Japanese girl. “Whose garden is this,” I asked. i She shook her head and as I watched, she turned into a fierce lion which, strangely enough, was smiling. | “Don’t hurt me,” the lion said. | “Of course not,” I laughed. After all, I had to humor him. i ““Where’s Tarzan?” I asked. “Oh, he’ll be along presently. We’re to have tea at four. You'll stay, naturally.” “No, I’m off,” I answered. “It’s a long walk home.” I hurried ahead, and noticed that the Japanese garden was a jungle and that the i cherry trees had turned into great primeval trees that kept the sun out. Looking ahead, I saw what appeared to be an inscription on clay. The writing was early Egyptian. ; Unaccountably the jungle trees were camels and Arabs and the inscription was on a i tomb. Looking intently at it, I saw it become print and then, blinking my eyes, I realized that this was still I reading the same book. But how much smarter I am now, i for I know exactly what is meant by: “You can travel abroad without leaving your chair.” Anne MacDougal SOMETHING ORIGINAL (?) “Day Dreams”... :gelay gS. Pin ee ee ee Commencement “My Dancing’ Ladies), +. 2h ote ne en ee eae Recess “Takeo asNumber from, One 0. us ee ee Math. fYou re the Top’: . 22 gc Se See SR ee ene eae Miss Faulkner “Sweet and Lovely”........ 1's a 4h pda SRM Sar ce etme The Faulkner Girls “In ‘a Blue and Pensive Mood” =. 3.) setae) anton enna vere en Monday “Tomorrow fg. vase io nace geen as Gane eg ee _. Thursday “So Ati Last It’s Come Tou This 227 secs: ete aie ena ea D— They’ll-Never. ‘Believe Me’’) S504 25. ee A+ ‘Here Come; the: British 7. 2c.1-05 ee ean Ree Chaucer’s Pilgrimage No, No, a [housandlimes Nowe 20 ee End of Vacation “Thee Good Ship Lolly pop?’. 5 ak em eee ee er The Kindergarten ‘In My. Solitude.) 5a een ee Study Hour B 1 Sa Wao cars an ase eee eee coho Spee ae UP oS eee Receiving Reports “Thank-You forthe Lovely Evenins s” 425. 3 93 92 eee ee The Junior Prom “When” Mye Ships Comes: [ni x.5 2 2) ee ee ee ee aGar “Anything Goes: « | eat opens ee ee ee This Masterpiece by Gloria Amburgh OUR MODEST ESTIMATE B is for Brooksie so alert and small, E is for Eisenstaedt beloved by us all, is for Strandberg our athletic pride, is for Thelma whose wit you can’t hide, is for Catherine so simple and sweet, is for Lillian so lovable and neat, is for Amburgh and Altman our incomparable pair, is for Weary and Weber our silliest care, is for Seba our beloved advisor, our very dear Caesar. Floraloise Altman Gloria Amburgh ANnNDPEO Hymn Page 26 | nOrhtt “ eae. candy co N So s a SOPHOMORE CLASS Jane Anderson Margery Klein Katharine Mae Boyle Peggy Lepman Barbara Bryant Beryl Rawlings Betty Clark Courtney Ann Reid Audrey Flower Helen Reynolds Frances Golick Jane Rittenhouse Lucille Halperin Pat Warfield Marjorie Hoexter Jane Warren Sub-Sophomore Susannah McKibben CLASS OFFICERS President Helen Reynolds Vice-President Courtney Ann Reid Secretary-T reasurer Marjorie Hoexter Athletic Representative Jane Rittenhouse Motto: Labor Omnia Vincit Colors: Vermilion Red and Black Flower: Poinsettia SCRAMBLED SOPHOMORES Ramrojie Rexehot Heratkine Elyob Jean Iseerenthotru Garmyer Linke Eggyp Panelm Enja Enosrand Ararbab Tryban Ycorntue Dire Neleh Soldyern Scranef Logkic Ajen Rawner Uready Owlerg Tybet Kracle Catiripa Wierdlaf Byler Grinlaws Margery Klein WILL POWER (?) While outside a storm is raging, I am inside, a battle waging With my Latin, Math, and French: Say—A Faulkner girl is a hard-worked wench! I want to stop and watch the rain Pounding against my window-pane; But then to myself, I says, says I, “Ol girl—to concentrate you must try.” So then my studies I pursue With diligence for a minute or two; Then—a flash of lightning—a crack of thunder— And my thoughtful thoughts are split asunder. “Oh, what’s the use?” forlornly I cry, “You must admit—to study I try;” So weakly I put my work aside And turn to watch the storm outside. Courtney Ann Reid NOT FOR RENT! A cozy little cottage where one is safe and warm, So lovely in the summer that the children ’round it swarm, And nestled in the tree tops the birds play hide and seek; It’s just the nicest kind of place,—Oh yes, it’s mine to keep. Audrey Flower Ach Siri Pap EE @AsEESSEN What kind of cake should a jeweler eat?.... AR Oe ia it aan © oe Gold cake What kind of cake for a man who lives on his friends?............. _. Sponge cake What kind of cake for a maker of gloves?... What kind of cake for a gardener?..... What kind of cake for a politician?....... What kind of cake for a geologist?..... What kind of cake for a lover?.......:... What kind of cake for a good mixer? ..... cg aun ees _..Lady fingers Pe LA ee eee Truitrcake hin eo EG Election cake Liles eee ae Laver cake SP S25 Sechig es 22 Be ee eee Kisses Ries Sat Ore ae ty eae) Cll velo 1 fg ea ees oil ee . .) Marblevcake What kind of cake for a good little girl?.... pedir eae re Roeser, ngelmcae here RS oe ae _....... Pound’ cake What kind of cake would one have, if he ate all of these cakes?.........Stomach ache Helen Reynolds WHAT? When first I saw you, My heart skipped a beat. You were just what I wanted, So chic, darnty and sweet. We became well acquainted, Your every touch a caress; When we danced together, You assured my success. We had many gay times; Not once did you complain; I was so very thoughtless To expose you to the rain. Since then you have changed, Your color has grown pale, And now I must watch For a party slippers sale. Frances Golick Ae SOPTLOM©® RES RENE Rall “Oh, to be something, something worth while!” Sighed the maiden with a winsome smile, “An artist, a writer, a songstress may be, But the way must lead somewhere Though now I can’t see. A career is my goal, but which shall it be: A doctor, a lawyer, a merchant—all three? Look attractive to Tom, Dick and Harry Page 30 But never for me! Wonder if History or Science can help me decide? The proofs in Geometry might be a guide, Or Algebra, even, should offer some clue, Latin or French in some mood or tense Should help solve the riddle or else— Why should we study the difficult three? I cannot endure to be just common clay With all the bright prospects foretold 3 everyday. Jane Rittenhouse Helen Reynolds | : “-NUMBER, PLEASE” “Ematrude, dearest,’ said Mr. Chandler to his wife, “I’m expecting a long distance call some time this evening and it’s very important; so please don’t use the telephone.” “All right, I won’t, daddy-waddy,” cooed Ematrude sweetly. About eight that evening the telephone rang. Mr. Chandler jumped out of his chair and grabbed the telephone. “Hello!” he said hurriedly. “Oh, yes, just a minute. For you—” he handed the phone to his wife. “Hello? Why, Mrs. James, this 7s a surprise! I thought you were in Florida. Ah, how nice! Mrs. Ripian? well, I don’t really know. You see yes, I know that. But really? And how is John? Oh, he’s fine. You are fine, aren’t you, Henry?” “No; I wish you would get off that ’phone.”’ “Yes, he says he’s fine. How are the Abbots? They’re down in Florida, too, you know Oh, thank you, Mrs. James, that’s awfully sweet of you Mary? well, I never Married and she can’t be a day over sixteen Twenty! well, I can remember when she was just so high.’ She points out a place on the wall. “And now you say that she’s to be married oh, isn’t that sweet?” “Ematrude! Please get off the phone! That man may be trying to get me, now.” “Henry, how can I hear what Mrs. James is saying when you’re shouting like that? What’s that? oh, yes, well that’s true well, I never did care for her.” J . oh, yes, well that’s true well, I never did care for her.” “Ematrude, please!” “Henry, I can’t hang up on her—Yes, yes, she did? oh, I’m so glad for her sake, you know. Henry, stop it! That man won’t call until later. When you're snout- ing and stammering, how can I hear? You make me so nervous!” “Make you nervous! Why, I—— “Sh-sh-sh- Yes I have that recipe, too. It should be right here. Oh, here it is. Yes, I have that I have two cups of milk yes, that may be true but I prefer ¢wo cups, I think.——Well, of course, I have a funny frm ly; everybody wants something else Ha, ha! Henry, see if that’s Junior crying No no yes Henry, was it Junior?” “No, get off the telephone!” “Yes, I will, dear, The red one is very pretty yes ha, ha! Thank you. Henry, is the back door locked? Go and see oh, yes was it, Henry?” aaa ae cyan “Well, you don’t have to shout at me. After all, I’m not deaf yes Oh knew that. I Henry, give me that telephone! Henry!” “Goodby!” “Oh, Henry—what will Mrs. James think!” “Who cares! What is the day?” “Monday.” “Monday? Oh, that call was to come Tuesday.” “Oh, Henry! I’m just ruined socially!” Betty Clark Page 31 at Page 32 “1944” I am so weary From standing so long, But this stack of letters Makes me burst into song. They’re from girls I once knew And loved very dearly; Each missive recalls A dear face clearly. To Faulkner we went It seems a long time, The time we spent there Brings memories sublime. Pat writes so little Of all she has done, But her movie career Brought fame, fortune and fun! Jane R. will be married To the nicest young man And then they are sailing For a far-off trip to Japan. Beryl and Helen were dear With such lofty views, Their social service work Makes headlines news. Nan writes so well Her books we all know; They are always the first In “Best Sellers’? row. Jane Warren and Barbara Much they have seen; he world pays homage To a tennis queen. Audrey is married: She must be a joy To her very nice husband And sweet baby boy. Jane A. has her talents Mev ismcuitemar sarc: She breaks and restores Young masculine hearts. Kay took up flying; She pilots with skill; At some of her feats I shudder and thrill. Peggy loves her art: She draws scenes and faces, Her work is well known In the very best places. Marjorie H. writes of singing, Doubts of a career; There’s a handsome young doctor With a musical ear. Betty C. our petite, Owns a shop of her own; For the social elite Her models are shown. Marjorie K. our star With a brilliance rare Educates others With precision and care. If they ask for an answer About my work and such, I'll write, ‘I teach Latin,” And enjoy it much. Frances Golick CAMPING OUT All around a roaring fire Bugs are buzzing, oh, so gaily In the meadow where we eat, Near the bread in which they hide, Hungry and impatient campers And a little breeze blows gently, | Are perspiring from the heat. Scattering napkins far and wide. Charcoal in the campers’ chowder Helps to give the final touch; What we'd really like to know is— Why we like eating—out so much. Marjorie Hoexter AN SIUINSLETE The sun sent rays of glory I watched it turn from pink to red On the great expanse of sky From red to purple, then gray— And I seemed part of a story And a voice in my heart like that lovely With angels and God near by. song said— “The end of a perfect day.” Courtney Ann Reid REVENGE Whoever put the K in “knot” And the CH in our pet peeve, “Yacht,” Should never breathe an easy breath, And I hope he dies a painful death! Ibid NOVEMBER The trees and the bushes were robed in their gayest Their leaves were bright yellow and red; Then, alas, came November, the month that is grayest Turning all their gay brightness to lead. B. Clark MY FRIEND Floating down the lazy stream As we are floating down the stream As the sun casts its last beam, I think of her as in my dream; My every thought turns to the west Lo! Many a trial she has stood Where lives the girl that I love best. As she lives yonder in the wood. Many a brave deed she has dared For many a person she has cared, While living in a secluded place Where very few may see her face. Barbara Bryant GENIUS! WHERE ART THOU! Why can’t I think of a poem? My bed feels truly mistreated Why can’t I think of a rhyme? For being so brutally spurned, Of elves or fairies or even a gnome? My temper’s a little too heated But it seems [m just wasting my time. Alas my genius is burned! Calliope, will you help me? I really feel so distressed If only you'll help me from getting a “C”, My joy could not be expressed. Peggy Lepman | { ROMANCE Dear “Mary”: “IT Never Slept A Wink Last Night” thinking of you. “Strange” but “It Happens to the Best of Friends,” and I could not Jet a night pass without “Just Dreamin” about “My Little Girl.” Next month I am looking forward to our honeymoon in “Panama” where we shall stop off at the “Continental” and from there ‘Shuffle Off to Buffalo.” Last night “I Took a Walk Around the Block” and went as far as “Blue Sky Avenue” where “I Saw Stars.” No one was about except an old man strumming on “An Old Banjo”; so I kept on walking and ‘“‘Talking to Myself.” I frequently asked myself “Why Am I Blue” and unconsciously hummed a “Dreamy Serenade.” The “Lights Were Low” in the street and I noticed that there was “Dust on the Moon”; therefore I hurried home to miss the “Rain” which was about to fall. I am going to spend “Twenty Four Hours in Georgia” next week, and “I Only Wish That I Were Twins” so that I could go to Georgia and be with you. “ll Be Tired of You’? when “Stars Fall in Alabama,” be sure of this. “The Very Thought of You” means “Happiness Ahead’? and when I get “A Million Dollars” we can keep “The Big Bad Wolf” from our door. I went to a party last night with a ‘Pretty Girl and Had a Lovely Evening,” but “Try and See It My Way” and believe me when I say that “I Only Have Eyes For YX Ose “ve Got To Close Now” because there’s a “Chill in the Air” and my ‘Bathtub Has Run Over Again.” Just remember that “I’m in Love” and when I see you again, “Pop Goes My Heart” and “I’m Still Under Your Spell.” Love, “Sweetie Pie” 7 Pion) overt ous, Katherine Mae Boyle A RIDE AT DAWN I was very much disturbed an hour before dawn by the monotonous barking of Shep, our dog. Knowing that I could not get back to sleep again, I rose and put on my riding pants. Then I went out and whistled for Silver, my horse, who came trot- ting over to me. It was a very warm pleasant morning and I knew that it would be a lovely day. So I decided to ride over the hills and meet the Dawn. We started down a crooked lane and went on a side road which branched off from the main one. As we galloped along, I was amazed at the breath-taking loveliness of it all. The hill on which we were galloping sloped down into a valley of lovely sweet- smelling flowers. The trees were turning color and as the sun peeped from the hills, the Dawn flushed a rosy red, faded to a faint pink and blue, then seemed to melt into the horizon. I was so amazed and breathless that I could do nothing but let Silver race down into the valley. He stopped so suddenly that I was almost unseated. Then the Sun came up and I very quietly rode back toward home. As I was pass- ing the hill, I noticed a little creek. Silver jumped over it and then he hesitated as if to ask if he could have a drink. I let the reins go and he drank. Then he held his head very high, looked at the sun and then at me. I gave him a light touch of’ the reins and we were off like the wind, galloping over the hills and down the little valleys toward home and another day of farm life. Susannah McKibbin Page 34 ) | | | | | | | Page 35 FRESHMAN CLASS Rilla Marjorie Blair Mary Dean Priscilla George Sally Jane Hayes Esther Ranney Anne Nicholson CLASS“ OFFICERS President ViCe-Prestacntos =) tae SCCTCLAT te ee TT CASUTEY De Athletic Representative. . CAE Pe ac un elle eR a Sally Jane Hayes ghd hei, seen ee ae Mary Dean L532 5 ee ices ee Anne Nicholson be ake ges Re ae Rilla Marjorie Blair 5S ariel deh en aes Sally Jane Hayes Motto: Excelsior Colors: Flame and Gray Flower: Poppy LOSE ESSEN LORE GEASS The Tools are carefully laid aside, The Buiider now may rest; She carries a spark of her Builder’s hope That guides and morning brings; He has done his work and done it well; She bears a note of the Builder’s song The Ship is ready for the test. The best he has used of everything To make a Ship more strong, And desire for greater Things. The time has come. The surging sea Awaits the restless craft, And while he labored yet he sang— And now into the waves she leaps It grew to the rhythm of his song. Back he stood to view the Ship That soon the waves would ride, And rocks, unsteady as a raft. And yet she feels the sea’s wild waves Caress her stately side, ; And to his eye, though yet- he smiled, And knows that farther on she may There crept a single tear of pride. Page 36 The wild waves gracefully ride. Sally Jane Hayes RUNT If people wanted him, as they seldom did, they called ‘Come here, Runt!” He would run to them on his thin little legs and give a friendly little bark only to have his four strong brothers rush at him and push him over and over and bite at his legs until it almost made him whine for mercy. Life so far hadn’t been much fun for “the Runt.” It seemed to him that it was an endless circle of looking for food, keeping out of the way of his brothers and hiding his bone. Oh, yes, indeed, he had a bone which was his very own. To be sure, it was an old bone with the flavor mostly gone, still it was his bone and at least he had some- thing of his own. One day when coming back from the pine tree where he always had hidden his bone he heard a great commotion in the yard. After running a little way he saw his brothers all barking and jumping up around a lady in a blue coat as she bent down to try to quiet them by patting their heads. He wanted to have his head patted, too. As he moved closer he spread his legs far apart to steady himself and stood there with a wistful expression on his long puppy face. Then quite unexpectedly the woman in the blue coat turned around and looked at him, a wistful puppy with large brown eyes longing to be noticed and petted like the rest. Almost before he knew what had happened he found himself snuggled against a fur collar, with a soft voice tickling in his ear. He was being carried off to the music of his brother’s angry barks, but he didn’t care now, so long as he was going to belong to somebody. Anne Nicholson Ei EESEGREI Ss GAIRGASE Joan darted inquisitive glances from one corner of the room to the next, opened door after door, looked in cubby-hole after cubby-hole. They all showed nothing but dust. With a puzzled expression, she studied the scrap of paper yellowed with age that she held in her hand. “According to this,” she mused, “the door should be right here. Three paces to the left of the closet, and nine inches from the floor. It says specifically that the closet has a thick metal bar running horizontally, and on it is the tweed coat.” She stooped and knocked all around the place designated by the slip of paper as the spot where the door would naturally be. All sounded disgustingly solid. “Oh, I give up,” she said despondently, and threw herself on the floor. Suddenly she sat up, every nerve taut, listening for a repetition of the sound. Again it came to her, the unmistakable sound of approaching footsteps. The reason for her fright was that the owner of the footsteps, whoever he might be, was taking infinite pains to keep his presence as unknown as possible. Hastily she darted to a closet in the extreme corner of the room. She had barely closed the closet door when she saw through the keyhole that the door-knob was slowly but surely turning. Joan became panic-stricken. If the intruder should prove to be her Aunt Edith and she should find her in a room that had been locked up for the past thirty years, what would happen? Joan was afraid she knew. When, however, the door opened and the figure of a man slipped in, she did not know whether to be glad that she would escape her punishment, or to be afraid of the man. The man strode across the room with the air of knowing that he had work to do, and that he knew just how to do it. The closet was close and stuffy, besides being so small that Joan could not stand up in it, and she had difficulty in suppressing a sneeze. The man apparently forgot all pretense of being quiet. He stalked around the room with thick-soled shoes on, and Joan was almost certain that if any one was in the room below, he would be heard. He took a brazen, orange-colored book, and shoved it to one side. The whole book- case moved silently, and disclosed a pair of stairs. Joan gasped, for those stairs had had enough story and mystery around them to make the house almost haunted. The stories varied from the flight of steps’ being the hiding-place of a gang of thieves to being the store-room of Indian arrow-heads. The man hurried into the opening, and the walls of the bookcase swung back into place. Joan called to her aunt, who came hurrying up the stairs with her hair disheveled and her spectacles hanging from one ear. After a few moments’ deliberation, Aunt Edith decided that the best plan would be to follow the man up, and see who he was, and what he wanted. Aunt Edith had apparently forgotten that Joan wasn’t supposed to be in the room. The stairs wound perilously upward. When they finally reached the top of them, instead of the darkness and gloom they had expected to find, the room was bathed with light. There in a corner with his back toward them, was the mysterious stranger, searching through the drawers of a battered and time-worn secretary. Aunt Edith uttered a gasp, and the man whirled about. Seeing them, he at first attempted to pass them and thus escape, but Aunt Edith bravely stood her ground. “So at last you’ve returned,” she said with a quiet dignity. The man merely glared, and muttered something incomprehensible under his breath. Joan with a bewildered look, started to descend the stairs, thinking she wasn’t needed, when her aunt called sharply to her, “Joan, come back here, I want you to meet my brother Edgar.” A few days afterward, Aunt Edith called Joan to her room. “Joan,” she began, “I know you’re wondering just why that man came here. He was, as I said, my brother, who left for South America when my father died. He had always been the black sheep of our family, but nobody expected him to leave me alone, and without money, to get along as best I could. I had, however, some very kind friends who took care of me, let me live with them in return for my helping with the house-work. When Edgar went to South America, he took with him the few valuable heirlooms that we owned; so I was left destitute. If it had not been for these friends, I’m sure I shouldn’t be here to-day. “The police found in Edgar’s pocket a newspaper clipping dated about six weeks ago. It was a clipping from a South American paper, and told another one of the mythical stories of the house. This one said that the house contained untold wealth in a hidden room. Edgar apparently knew of this room, and thought that it would be where the money would naturally be hidden. He found out how to get into it, and has been coming here daily to try to find it.’’ She stopped momentarily, and then continued, “I suppose there are a lot of old scraps of papers and things telling just about where the staircase is, because Mother was very fond of mysteries, and she believed positively that there was money hidden in the room at the top of the Secret Staircase; she thought that all she had to do was to find it. Father often laughed at her; but, in the spirit of fun, he would often make out little slips of paper, let mother find them, and then tease her when she started out to find the Staircase.” Did her aunt throw a glance in Joan’s direction? Mary Dean Page 38 BOB’S SCOOP The fog and mist hung like a veil over the city of New York as Bob Macy hurried up Broadway. It was early, too early Bob thought, for the Boss to ask a reporter to get up just for a hunch. Of all the mornings to pick, after he had been up until two o'clock the night before on an important interview that had to be in for the morning edition. After a twenty-minute walk, he came to the tall grey building which houses the “World Telegraph.’”’ Up the elevator to the twentieth floor and into the offices of the “Associated Press’? smelling of cigar and pipe smoke along with the acid smell of ink, altogether not a very pleasing combination to one who has gotten out of bed so early. “Bob, Mr. Greyson left this note for you last night and so when I came in this morning and saw that it was still on your desk I thought Id better give you a ring and have you come down here.” “Thanks, Walt. I know what it is and it’s a good thing that you did call me ’cause I would have forgotten about it and believe you me if I had, that would have been goodby job for me. Because its ‘‘old whiskers” that I have to get an interview from, and that old boy has the grouchiest disposition in seven countries.” “You said it then, Bob. I just finished telephoning Freddie and then I called up the dock and the boat docks at pier twelve at west fifty seventh street. Freddie will meet you there with a boat and then you can meet the tugs as they pull the liner in. He'll have the cameras with him and maybe the old boy will pose.” “Walt, you’re a trump to fix things up like this but I'd better be going along now. So long.” “Hey, Freddie, is that you? Wait up—it’s Bob.” “Well good morning fellow sufferer, this fog is terrible—I can hardly see my hand before my face, but we'll have to hurry, it’s getting late. Ah, there, the motor on this boat isn’t too loud now; maybe we could get up close enough to the boat to signal to a sailor and he’d pull us up.” “Tl light a flare; now maybe someone on the boat will see us. Hey, there, toss out a rope ladder and take us aboard. Come on Freddie, this is our first break and probably the last. Thanks a lot, fellow, now will you tell us where the French ambassador is?” “I am sorry sir, but I have had instructions that no one should bother the Count, sir. So I am afraid I will have to ask you gentlemen to wait here and not bother his lordship.” “Well, well, well, now that bonnie little Frenchman doesn’t know American reporters very well but here is one lesson in finding out, come on, Freddie.” “This must be his room, Bob, you knock while I set up the camera and we'll get a picture of the, or I should say ‘“‘the Count, sir,’ now Freddie get ready ’cause here goes = “1 thought I told you not to disturb the count!!!! Well now, TIl have to give it to you; there, take that you insolent young upstarts!” “Well, Boss, here’s the story and Freddie is coming with the pictures as soon as he gets home from the hospital. And here is my resignation!!!!” “What under the sun are you talking about? Your resignation? and, Freddie, and where did you get that black eye?” “Well, Boss, the Ambassador was so impressed by the way I hit his body guard on the nose and the way I threw the sailor across the deck that he decided he needed a the Ambassador.”’ Anne Nicholson er eee The cup, in turn, is passed to each And every man must drink his share; For in with laughter there is mixed The same amount of care. But here’s to him who drinks his draught And having drunk can rise, To see, encircling a nearer goal, Visions of fairer skies. Sally Jane Hayes FOG ON THE WHARE Nothing else but the indomitable purpose that expressed itself in the features of Nathan Rogers could have made him set out on a night like this to visit the San Francisco wharves. A heavy fog hung over the city and seemed to take particular pleasure in hiding the crates that were in his path. The chief of the “Narcotic Investi- gation Bureau’’ lost some of his ever-present dignity and usual coolness as he bruised his shins against one box and then fell over the next. After a period of about twenty minutes, during which his shins became rawer and his temper quicker, Nathan Rogers reached a warehouse that was somewhat larger than the others on the docks. He stopped to relight his cigar and give his hat a quick jerk. Then with long determined strides he approached the warehouse and pounded with his fist on the door. The fog caught up the sound and echoed it back to him. Again he pounded. Still no answer. Finally, impatient at everything, including the dampness of the fog, he flung the door open and entered the warehouse. No sooner had he reclosed the squeaking door than he found himself face to face with a candle that unquestionably was held by someone, visible or invisible. The inspector lowered the candle to the place where he imagined the holder’s face must be. The sight of the face apparently satisfied him, for the two proceeded to converse with each other. A few moments later they both came out of the warehouse and walked to the edge of the wharf. Here Rogers indicated a particular spot with his flashlight and received an uplifting of the shoulders from the little Chinaman, for so he proved to be, who stood by his side. This did not satisfy the inspector, for he grabbed the little man by the shoulders and threatened to drop him off the wharf. The Chinaman apparently knew what would save him and was quick to save himself. Disappearing into the ware- house he again appeared within the minute and handed the inspector the object of his unpleasant search on the wharves. Placing the expensive fishing rod that he had carelessly left on the wharves on the previous day, under his arm, Nathan Rogers, Chief Inspector of the “Narcotic Investigation Bureau” turned toward home. Sally Jane Hayes DIDRY OUR EV ER Did you ever go fishing on a hot summer day, Sit on the bank, and watch the fishies play; ; With your hands in your pockets, and your pockets in your pants, See the little fishies do the hoochy-kootchy dance? Esther Ranney Page 40 TWO EMBARRASSING MOMENTS When Mrs. Johnson was eighteen, she had many admirers. One was a gentleman old enough to be her father. He would come to the house three or four times a week, and would always outsit the younger men. This disgusted mother, as she, to begin with, did not like him. One afternoon he came to the house just as mother was going out. As he knew the people she intended to visit and would be sure to offer to escort her, she decided not to appear, but to hide behind a screen on the porch. She told her nephew to say that his aunt was not in. Up the walk ran little nephew and called, “Mr. Smith, Aunt Anna told me to tell you that she is not in.” This was bad enough, but mother had not thought of her feet showing. She turned quite green, when Mr. Smith said, “William, when your aunt goes out again, tell her to take her feet with her.” One summer evening a group of young people were sitting on our front porch. Among them were my aunt and a very nice young man. Everybody seemed sure that a wedding would eventually occur, but the young man had not spoken. My aunt’s niece Mary, aged four, who was present, approached my aunt and her friend and said, “Aunt Sadie, how soon will Jim be my uncle?” I do not believe a cyclone could have removed Mary from the porch faster than my aunt’s two strong arms. But the next day Mary received a two pound box of candy from the young man. “It seemed,” said Mary later, “I gave him the necessary courage.” R. M. Blair A FRESHMAN I roam about the building, Everybody watches me, Loiter in the hall, Seem just like a lost sheep Linger in my class room, Everywhere I go. Waiting for the call; I didn’t like High School at first, I whisper about my lessons, Or I imagine so; Don’t know the rules, Until the teachers dear I wonder why I feel so queer By some magic way of theirs About starting High School. Brightened up this year. ae Then I wasn’t comfortable As I’m trying to tell; English, books, and literature Hold me for quite a spell. Next year I’ll rest contented, Wander halls no more, For, as you can surely guess, Ill be a Sophomore. Rilla Marjorie Blair HONOR SOCIETY, 1934-1935 KAPPA LAMBDA EPSILON Arranged in Order of Membership Phyllis Cummins Betty Cheney Ann Decker Margery Klein Marion Jernberg Bobette Mayer Virginia Buettner Courtney Ann Reid Jane Weary Marjorie Wescott Additional Honor Girls in First Three Terms of 1934-1935 Mary Jane Dean Sally Jane Hayes Marjorie von Hermann Page 42 h | i : . ee Bobette Mayer Florence Booth Marjorie Wescott DHE STU DENTBGOVERNMENISELEG ION Last November, as usual, we voted for the officers of Student Government. It was no secret as to who the President and Secretary would be. Who could fill those offices better than Florence and Bobbe? Berenice Wood and Marjorie Wescott were the nominees for the office of Vice-President. Phyllis announced the results and, after a moment of suspense, gave us the returns. Hearty cheers greeted the new officers and I feel sure that Florence, Bobbe, and Marjorie knew we were glad we had elected them. COMMITTEES DRESS AND APPEARANCE COMMITTEE This year the old dark green “bags” with the thousand and one pleats were put aside for the “new” and “ultra-modern” skirts which are worn on gym days and give the freedom of shall we say “movement” without detracting from the “come hither” look of the up-to-date “jeune dame.” It has been decided that the old but fashionable bottle green jumpers with the more than sufficient number of buttons down the front are to be worn for the time being as nothing better could be selected that would suit the expensive taste of the “up and coming” Faulkner girls. With these “knockouts,” green or white shirts may be worn. During previous years some thought it necessary to wear bright and flashy shirts and sweaters but for the reason that some of the teachers’ eyes went back on them, the girls discontinued to wear them. Also “ducky” jackets which add to the well dressed appearance (looks are deceiving) of the girls are now worn. Lately it has become a fad to wear ties in lieu of the absence of male beings from the school. Against our “better judgment” and after many heated arguments, we have thought it best to forfeit the finishing touches—cosmetics and red finger nails—of our “‘flash- ing” and ‘“‘about-the-town”’ looks. The heavy and weighty problems of shoes came next. It was quickly decided for us by one of the girls falling down the stairs. After this we came to the conclusion that fairly low heels with rubber soles did something for our balance and thinking faculties, such as they are, contact of hard wood and leather having a disastrous effect when one is trying to concentrate. Page 44 Another thing upon which everyone agreed was the gymnasium outfit. The romper suits, we decided, were somewhat childish and out of date. We wanted something with a trifle less material covering the lower limbs (legs to be exact). Finally, we agreed upon some “chic” shorts with sport shirts to match. Now this shirt is very different from the ordinary in the fact that it has a new trinket—a zipper at the neck. The finishing touch was a wrap-around skirt that buttons up the front for us to wear when not in the gym. We, the undersigned, are endeavoring to draw a curtain over the eyes of the public in making it believe that we look well, even if we don’t, as long as we are “The Dress and Appearance Committee.” Beryl Rawlings Marion Jernberg—Chairman Bernice Wood Mary Jane Dean SOCIAL COMMITTEES The first Student Government party of the year was the Hallowe’en party given on Friday evening, November 2. It was a costume party in which Virginia Buettner and Marjorie Blair won first and second prizes for remaining longest disguised. The Freshmen won the prize for the best stunt. Cider and doughnuts were served later. The Christmas party was held December 19. The entertainment was furnished by Susannah McKibben, a trio consisting of Marjorie Wescott, Jane Warren and Pat Warfield; a pageant given by the Dalcroze class, with the aid of Mrs. Burgess; and a short scene from Dickens’ Christmas Carol given by the Diction girls under the direction of Mr. Nourse. Refreshments were served in the Domestic Science Rooms. The parties have been well attended and we wish to thank everyone. Respectfully submitted, Phyllis Cummins } @o-Ghairmen Ann Decker S Anne MacDougal Betty Clark Marjorie Weber Audrey Flower Helen Reynolds Jane Weary Catherine Griffin Gloria Amburgh Jane Rittenhouse TARDINESS COMMITTEE Although during the winter months our Monday morning meetings have been very popular, we realize that from the large number (53, to be exact) of excused tardi- nesses, that the girls were not always at fault. We regret that the Committee did not deem it advisable to excuse 45 tardinesses. We wish to thank the girls for codperating with us this year. Bobette Mayer, Chairman M. Brooks C. A. Reid L. Neustadt S. Hayes J. Anderson FIRE DRILL COMMITTEE We wish to thank everyone for her kindness in codperating with us. All of the fire drills, with the possible exception of the first one, were very quiet and orderly. Our only regret is that the Fire Chief did not come to inspect any of our drills. Virginia Buettner, Chairman Frances Golick Patricia Warfield Susannah McKibben Marjorie Strandberg Margery Klein Thelma Maremont MUSIC COMMITTEE On account of illness, Mrs. Oberndorfer has not been with us on Wednesday morn- ing as regularly as usual, but Mrs. Baker has come on Thursday with her cheery smile to make a great attempt to teach us the four songs we have had since September and now finally, with the help of Miss Faulkner’s alto, we have managed to learn success- fully three of the four songs and have hopes of getting some new ones. Marjorie Von Hermann, Chairman Jean Eisenstaedt Esther Ranney Anne Nicholson PHILANTHROPIC COMMITTEE The Philanthropic Committee wishes to report that since September, 1934, we are so much to the good: $67 in the Red Cross Roll Call; 148 garments and $5 to the Needlework Guild; one large Christmas tree and ornaments, toys, games, books, dolls to Fellowship House. The Philanthropic Committee organized a club called “The Philanthropic Club,” which meets one Friday in a month for the purpose of sewing and doing other useful things for the Red Cross. On Saturday morning, club members give their time to the United Charities for various services, including taking children to the Field Museum and other places of interest, also, serving in the United Charities station by weighing the under-weight children. Two representatives go one Saturday out of the month to the Red Cross meetings. Floraloise Altman, Chairman Barbara Bryant Peggy Lepman Marjorie Blair ORDER COMMITTEE REPORT We are pleased to report that the girls have codperated with the Order Committee very well this year, in spite of a few minor difficulties such as untidy desks or hanging coats on the wrong hanger. However, only one girl has lost her desk so far, and only one coat has been lost. The latter occurrence, we beg to add, was not the result of the girl neglecting to hang her coat on the right hanger, but the result of a thief gaining access to the coat room. Respectfully submitted, Betty Cheney, Chairman Marjorie Wescott Jane Warren Katherine Mae Boyle Marjorie Hoexter Priscilla George Page 46 } ; SOCIAL EVENTS THE RECEPTION Happy girls! Pretty clothes! Gorgeous tams! Chatter! Laughter! What is it? The Faulkner School Reception, of course. At last school is about to open again. Of course there are many regrets for past happy summer days but it’s always pleasant to start school and to think of the grand record that you are going to make in the coming year. Everybody is excited and so happy to see all her old friends again and also to make a few new friends; but there are a few groans at the sight of Miss Mack cheerfully greeting girls and then handing them their class programs of study. After everyone had said, ““How do you do?” to all the teachers, mothers and alumnz, and “Hi, you old darling, why didn’t you write?” or some similar remark to the girls, we all went to the dining room and had some ice-cream and cookies. Then, of course, the excited Freshmen, who, by the way, were escorted on this gala day to tea by a high and mighty Senior, rush upstairs to find their desks. The other girls all do it, too, but with a little less enthusiasm. After awhile, the girls begin to leave, saying, “Good-bye” to Miss Faulkner and promising her to work very hard, during the coming year. Courtney Ann Reid, 37 GDB EON EIN «PARI The Hallowe’en party was given on the evening of November 2. Virginia Buettner won first prize for remaining longest disguised, while Marjorie Blair was a close second. The stunts were then held and the Freshmen won first prize for a little skit written by Sally Jane Hayes about famous people in history coming to the Fair. The Sopho- mores received honorable mention for their song and dance of cats sitting on a back- yard fence. The Juniors held a class meeting for the benefit of the public and the Seniors showed how not to portray McCutcheon’s Indian Summer. After the stunts, a few childish games were played and enjoyed by the Seniors and teachers especially. The Social Committee and guests were then treated to cider and doughnuts. P. Cummins tie NIORS BRON: Soft lights! Music! Laughter! Food! People! After weeks of discussing what to wear and what boy to bring, we were finally in the West Lounge of the Chicago Beach Hotel for the Faulkner Junior Prom. Duke Howe’s orchestra provided delightful music and the buffet supper was marvelous. Everyone had a grand time despite the seeds in the punch, and the Juniors were delighted to hear they had filled their quota. Bee Wood Page 47 THE CHRISTMAS PARTY Beneath the silver star that topped the huge tree, decorated with tinsel, colored lights, and shining ornaments, the Christmas party was held on Wednesday, December 19. We were first entertained by a pantomime of the season by Mrs. Burgess’ dalcroze class, which rendered the lovely interpretation in a most effective manner (so decreed our friends). Then followed scenes from Dickens’ ‘Christmas Carol” under the di- rection of Mr. Nourse and his diction class. ““The Three W’s,” for so Marjorie Wes- cott, Jane Warren, and Pat Warfield are called, harmonized to the accompaniment of Miss Breslich. Next we were royally entertained by the toe dancing of Suzannah McKibben. The entertainers and entertained were then invited to the Domestic Science room to partake of ice-cream and cake. Later, with a ‘Merry Christmas’’ to all, the party reluc- tantly broke up. Soy dee SENIOR FASHION SHOW On Saturday afternoon, January 26, 1935, the Seniors, accomplished mannikins that we are (after two rather unusual rehearsals), showed to our adoring parents and skep- tical schoolmates the dresses and suits so willingly lent us by Chicago’s better shops. After the fashion show itself, the guests indulged in bridge and food, the sandwiches having been prepared by the industrious Seniors themselves. We made seventy dollars for Kismet and had a grand time doing it. Mannikin Bobbe COMMENCEMENT To the strains of “Pomp and Circumstance” the sweet girl graduates of the class of 34, following their flower-girls, drifted down the aisles of the Kenwood Church. Dr. Woodward and Dr. Wilson delivered inspiring addresses, and Mrs. Baker sang so beautifully, she brought tears to our eyes. Again to the strains of “Pomp and Circumstance” the graduates left the church and headed the mad rush for the receiving line and the beautifully decorated gym, where we danced under a canopy of green and white crepe paper and silver balloons (the work of the Junior Class). The music and punch were excellent, and despite the crowded dance floor, everyone agreed it was a commencement worthy of the beloved graduating class. Bobbe Mayer, ’35 Page 48 , ‘ i } ; } Page 50 BY THEIA rRUIT YE [7 SHALL KNOW Maye i } ! b JEEES TE RBSELVLAINBEIEARY The Freshman Class, on May 19, 1934, at 8:15 gave three most wonderful plays. The acting was good, thanks to Mr. William Nourse, our patient and efficient coach. Also, the scenery was really scenic, thanks again to our artistic Mr. Nourse. The girls were all well suited for their parts and each one did a really nifty piece of work. Is it necessary to add that the plays were a great success and that everyone enjoyed them immensely, if we may believe our admiring relatives and friends. The plays and casts were as follows: CATHERINE PARR : BY MAURICE BARING Kang: Flenary-thes Vill Cs) cee ee Beryl Rawlings Queen Catherine Paress pe. oe eee eee Helen Reynolds The Pages gin eee ie cet ee ee Anne Nicholson SIX WHO PASS WHILE THE LENTILS BOIL : BY STUART WALKER Prologue r Secs ica teas hig ee oe vay jane Warren VOW. 5 ie sea. et ee renee Be SEN ey Cane ... Barbara Bryant The Boy; Scene l.. ccc. aster eee eee _...Marjorie Hoexter The Boy, Scene 2.. =... calc os Ane eee ae Betty Clark The BoysScenes3 ta gcc oe: 2 Audrey Flower ohes Queens as eee eee -+i2+-+:Marjorie Wescott The Mimesgovd 3 is tale Ade at ee ee Margery Klein ‘ThesMilkmaids ce one sachs er AE ee ee ee Helen Ciral ‘Thee Blindmans seca Pee) 2 BE eR ee ee Jane Anderson ‘The, Ballad’Singeraaeneec eee 2 ee ee Patricia Warfield Lhegiieadsiman. 4.5 siete een ee ..Rosemary Roberts TEN MINUTESBY, THE= CLOCK 3) BY ALICE = Gas Danh [sre Lhe Gypsyea- eons «aah d ais Seo eee Peggy Lepman The Queett (5, 25S eee a ee oe ee eee Frances Golick The: Paceg na ces area ne Ce Meta nage nee sae Jane Rittenhouse The Butler, Pompom..... © Swek eet ates Elizabeth Felsenthal Dix, a lackey. re. fine ee ee .Courtney A. Reid Dox, another lackey. ee Katherine Boyle Bitters Batter. the.cook = an eee eee Suzannah McKibben The i King 2... 7p seten cons aot Renee aes Betty Kaplan C. A. Reid Page 52 y ales IN ROME IKE BOARD OFFICERS President Marion Jernberg Vice-president Marjorie Von Hermann Secretary Anne MacDougal Treasurer Ann Decker Class Representatives Senior—Virginia Buettner Junior—Floraloise Altman So phomore—Jane Rittenhouse Freshman—Sally Jane Hayes Team Captains Green Team Marjorie Brooks White Team Marjorie Strandberg THE FAULKNER A LEDETTG ASSOCIATION The Faulkner Athletic As- sociation is an association of the girls and for the girls. Every girl who enters the high school is placed on a team, either the Green or the White team, and upon earn- ing one hundred points, is admitted as a member to the Athletic Association. The representatives are chosen by the classes and the officers are elected by the girls of the Association. These girls, with the team captains and the physical director, form the board. The purpose of this board is to create an in- terest in athletics and to promote good health and sportsmanship in the girls. Every girl has the oppor- tunity of winning awards through her four years. These awards are: Numerals, Little F, Large F, and most impor- tant of all the Final Award. These awards are won by making teams and this in- spires competition among the girls. M. J. Page 54 ne WOME YC yaWHE Despite the fact that there were no exceptional players at the beginning of the volley- ball season, some of the players began to show great, great promise. When the two teams were finally in shape, three games were played. The Whites won two and the Greens one, after some very exciting moments. V. Buettner First Color Teams Second Color Teams School Team W hites Greens Greens W hites J ernber § Reid Hayes Strandberg Lepman Rittenhouse Buettner Cummins Cheney Buettner Altman Brooks Anderson Cummins Weary Eisenstaedt Blair Hayes Boyle Weber Rawlings MacDougal Lepman Clark Reynolds McKibben Reid Golick Von Hermann Cheney Rittenhouse Hoexter George Strandberg Decker Dean Bryant MISS JONES Of all the thousands of words used in express- ing the human thoughts there must be one that would express Miss Jones to a T. And yet the thoughts begin to whirl and stagger when you think of the many virtues that one word would have to combine in order even to attempt to fit Miss Jones. The word would have to include the greatest virtue—patience—and her compan- ion, hope, which together built the best hockey team that Faulkner has known. The word would have to express the virtues of experience and at the same time the desire for experiment. These qualities began and developed a strong, well- trained volley-ball team. The word would have to cover a sense of humor and the ability for hard, serious work. These virtues made a near- perfect attendance to the afternoon practices. After reviewing the required synonyms for a single word, I think I would rather leave the word to your imagination than venture to at- tempt such a task. M.. J: Miss Jones HOCKEY We had a very good hockey season for a change, as almost everyone came out for it, a thing which is just a bit unusual. We were beautifully beaten at North Shore on a beautifully cold day. On account of the cold, the school uniforms were changed a little, and everyone wore ‘“‘ski” pants and heavy jackets and sweaters. There were so many fouls committed that it’s a wonder that anyone got home safely, especially be- cause of the flying sticks. Also, there were two Green and White games which did not awe anyone with spectacular plays. The first game ended in a tie, but the second one was won by the Whites. School Team First Center horwardaemies ae eee Jernberg Rights Innere ers: 7 ele nea oe Weary Leftyinners seach. a ee ee Reid Right“Win gisd oe owen oe eee Warren eft: Want n i B.-A seer kee a ee MacDougal Center’ Halibaek guava ee Strandberg RighttPullback ieee ee ee ee Cummins Left, Fullback.-54 eecrtan pate ee Buettner Right «bialiback sears een oe Hayes Lef Ce Halt back a6 3 ne ee oe Von Hermann GoaliGuard {: Gants seen: oe Rawlings Color Teams Whites Centecs Forward 22a eee eee oe MacDougal Rights Intier eueyncyes 402 een ie Anderson Left. [nnér sx tance eee eee Reynolds Right Wit 2 a9 2 precede ea eee Warren LebteWintes it he ate eament, Soe eee Dean Right: Buliback seee etree eee Cummins Left. Fullback iggy aenn eats eee Buettner Rights Halfback aver: aeyee rn ate awe Blair Left Fialiback te mameneenetitn cceey eee Hayes Centéecstlalt backs neem cn he reuan Strandberg GoalaG Gard (8 thy Seen raccte eee ae Rawlings Page 56 Second Reynolds Anderson Clark Dean Brooks Griffin Eisenstaedt Nicholson Boyle Golick Klein Greens Jernberg Weary Reid Brooks Altman Nicholson Lepman Weber Boyle Grifhin Hoexter V. Buettner I ee ee THE FAULKNER ATHLETIC BANQUET The Athletic Banquet was held last year on May 29 at the Woman’s Club. A large number came out and thoroughly enjoyed the evening. As it was the silver anniversary | of the school, the placards were very attractively made out of silver paper. We were | all very glad to welcome Mrs. Alderman whom we had not seen for at least a year. During the banquet we were entertained by Nan Reid, who played the piano; Jean | Eisenstaedt, who also played; by Elaine Spiesberger, who sang and who was accom- panied on the piano by Eva Leah Berman. After dinner, the class representatives told us what each one of the classes had accomplished in athletics during the past year (as if we did not know). The classes were represented by Jane Rittenhouse for the Freshmen, Floraloise Altman for the Sophomores, Bobbe Mayer acting for the Juniors in place of Virginia Buettner, and Elaine Spiesberger for the Seniors. Miss Faulkner then spoke to us on the evolution of sports in the school, from way back when to the | present. We were then very much honored to hear from our talented Miss Mack who had us all laughing for about five minutes. Then Miss Kimbark or Mrs. Alderman greeted us as also did Miss Praxl, and last but not least Miss Moulton in a reluctantly rising address. Of course the climax of the evening was the giving of awards, par- ticularly the final awards: | Final Awards Numerals Jean MacDougal Jane Warren | Large F Nan Reid Virginia Buettner Gloria Amburgh | Marion Jernberg Thelma Mae Maremont Elaine Spiesberger Anne MacDougal Small F Jean Eisenstaedt Marjorie Strandberg Floraloise Altman Jane Weary Florence Booth Bobby Jones Mary: GREENS UE SssGIVES DEMONSTRATION On March 21, 1934, the Green Suits gave a demonstration for their motherland | (Faulkner to you) and better expression of loyalty has never been seen. Under the . i leadership of General Praxl, a silent drill and taps were performed. (Not that Pd com- pare the tap-dancing to a funeral salute). After the drill, ranks were broken and a game of basketball was played. The game was won by the Whites and the cup for the best marching was given by the then Commander-in-Chief Moulton to the Juniors and Freshmen. Press Note: The black stockings of other years have been abandoned and the uniforms | have gone quite modern with white anklets. Our inquiring reporter reports that this has been noticed and approved. Hurrah for the coming generation! Anne MacDougal DNAS @NeeARYeOES TIE ATEIEE TIC ASSOCIATION On Friday, the 8th of March, the annual initiation of the new F.A.A. members was held. The initiation was held in the gym and the luckless girls who were to be in- itiated were led in blindfolded. Shrieks of laughter greeted their appearance for they had huge mouths drawn with brilliant red lipstick and flour daubed on the rest of their faces with a somewhat startling result. The letters F.A.A. were written on their fore- | heads in red. Their hair was pulled, by means of rubber bands, into grotesque knobs and bunches. Everybody had a wonderful time except the poor initiated ones, and can you wonder when they were asked to do things like singing “Yankee Doodle” to the tune of “My Country ’Tis of Thee?” If you thing this is not hard, try it. After the girls had passed their trials successfully and been sworn in as new members of F.A.A., we feasted on Eskimo pies. | B. Cheney Page 57 | SILVER MOON THREADS Many years ago in the home of a poor Japanese fisherwoman there was born a daughter, who was so beautiful that many men worshipped her as a daughter of the gods. At the same time far away in a noble palace a son was born to the ruler of a large province. This son was as ugly as the fisherman’s daughter was fair. On the night that these two were born, the moon looking down from the sky, tied the fatal moon thread about their ankles. The moon thought it a fine joke to tie together this pair so strangely different. Now every believer in legends or myths knows that when the moon ties his thread to the ankles of a man and a woman that these people must some day meet and never part. Well, time went on as it always does and the fisherman’s daughter became fairer than the sun and the nobleman’s son became as ugly as death. At last, one day the young man was riding through the ti ny village where the young girl lived and as he rode, the children hid their faces for his face was terrible to see. When he passed the girl’s house, his eyes were drawn to the place where she stood working at her homely tasks. He stopped his horse and turning to his followers, he said: “This daughter of Buddha is too fair to be in such a humble place,” and he had his men bring her to him. As she faced him, the final knot of the moon thread was tied and now they could never part. He led her away as princess to his father’s castle, but when the old noble saw her, he forgot her beauty and remembered only that she was the daughter of a fisherman. The young man realizing that he had forever disgraced his family, fell on his sword in the traditional Japanese style and the maiden did the same. But now in the village and the land where they were born, the people worship them as the goddess of the sunrise and the god of the sunset. Anne MacDougal, 36 Page 58 HONGAYVEARS Y ears—passing—fleeting On the ragged wings Of Time. Years—ever flowing Through the muggy stream Of Life. Years—flying swiftly On the gossamer wings Of Pleasure. Years—dragging with a dread languidness Through the mire Of Sadness. AVRIE, SSI) TE Years all going-going In the dreamy haze Of Experience. Time shall never cease In its relentless pursuit @rithesEnd: And years will come and go Forever, yet forever Running swiftly Through the gamut Of Life, Love, and Learning, Until all that shall remain Years feared— Years loved, Is a bluish haze of recollection When all time has ceased. Marjorie Von Hermann, 735 POWER The power to lend a helping hand, To raise men from despair, To cheer the sick—to help the weak, That is a blessing rare. To do a kindly little act, And wear a pleasant smile; Tis just such simple deeds as these That make life seem worth while. What greater power can we seek From the dear God above, Than that of daily practicing Such little acts of love? Ann Decker SOLITUDE There are pathless nooks where none may dwell, Where rapture reigns in a glorious spell. Peace is there, where none intrude, A magnificent beauteous solitude. There are mystic seas whose lonely shores Echo the waves’ resounding roars. All earthly visions one can elude, In this mighty, majestic solitude. There are towering mountains, which none may scale, Enwrapped in azure’s heavenly veil. An essence rare of beatitude, In this peaceful, God-like solitude. Peggy Lepman, ?37 CORI CLE At “Hello, Mom!” “Hello, son. Where have you been?” “Oh, over at Murray’s. I just lent him ten cents, but believe me, he'll pay me back pretty soon.” “Are you sure of it?” “Sure! I got collateral “What’s that?” “Oh, something you keep of his until he pays you back. I got his tooth.” “His tooth?” “Yep! He just got a false tooth from the doctor and I’m going to keep it until he pays me back.” “Now, son, you won’t do anything of the kind. You go right over to his house and give it back to him. While you’re gone, [ll finish this cake and then we can go to the movies tonight. But first, go get me an egg.” “Okay! But, gee whiz, I d on’t want to give it to him until—Hey, Mom, where are the eggs?” “On the top shelf to the right. Got ’em?” ING.@ “Oh, I probably forgot to take them in this morning. Go look outside.” “Here they are. How many do you want?” “Bring the box. Now you go right over to Murray’s.” “No, Moms, I can’t; at least, not till he pays me my money.” “Then you give it to me.” She reached out her hand to take it just as the telephone rang; but drew it back swiftly, drying her hands on a towel and running to the phone. “It’s for you, Georgie, son. I think it’s Murray.” He took the telephone. “Hello. Yes. I will when you pay me back. No, I won’t. Well, give me my money. Well, then, you wait. Good-bye.” “What did he say, son?” “Oh, his mom’s having company for lunch and he says he can’t chew without it.” “Oh, son, give it back to him. Just think, how’d you feel without a tooth. Now, I want you to give it to him.” “T can’t.” The telephone rang. “Tl answer it. Hello, you again! No, I won’t. No, no, no! You pay me first. All right, you won’t get it. Good-bye.” “Now, what did he say?” “Oh, they’re having steak for lunch. It’s just his hard luck though, Mom.” Antici- pating what she was about to say, he said: “Here, Mom, you keep it. He'll pay me back soon; then he can have it.” She stuck it in her pocket and went into the kitchen to finish her cake. The telephone rang again. She answered it. “Hello, yes, yes. Yes, all right. Right away. Yes, Ill send him right over.” “That was Murray’s mother. Now find the tooth and take it right over.” “You've got it in your pocket, Mom.” “Oh, yes. Why it—it—it—it’s gone! It must have fallen out. Look on the floor.” It just was not to be found. It was not on the floor, on the table or any where else. “Where can it be? It seems to have just disappeared. Oh, Mom, we'll have to find it!” “Oh, gee gosh, it must have fallen into the cake!!” ” Marjorie Strandberg, ’36 Page 60 ; . Am Leb Gilg RE I woke upon a summer’s night And, glancing down the pathway white, Beheld in sharp outline Against the dark impenetrable pine A figure, white and gleaming. Then elfin music of the wood Came to me sweetly where I stood, But still it was quite faint and thin And came from the figure now grown dim; I thought, ‘Can I be dreaming?” Then suddenly, I know not how, I found myself among the pines—now Gone was my figure, white and shining, Gone, leaving me alone and pining In a strange wood with evil people teem- ing. I shivered then—and shiver now When I recall their mocking bow; Swiftly I was home—then slept Till morning through my window crept, And a white birch tree was still, uncon- cernedly, gleaming. —Betty Cheney INHERITANCE Lenore Renault at twenty-nine was a very beautiful woman and also a very for- tunate one. She had married Maurice Renault, a famous playwright, five years before. They were very happy and with their three-year-old son Andre spent many lovely hours driving through the parks and boulevards of Paris. Lenore would point out to little Andre all the beauties of nature and then at home she would try to paint them for him. She had quite a talent for painting and would spend many hours in her studio at the top of their big house. Usually Andre was with her, watching every move and trying to paint a picture of his own. Of course the Renaults had many friends and therefore many social obligations. One day Lenore had a message from a friend to come to her. Marie, her best friend, had been ill with pneumonia for weeks and seemed to be unable to regain her strength. Now it seemed that Marie was dying and wanted her. The day was a raw and rainy one and Lenore’s maid begged her to wait until the next day. In spite of a cold and the unpleasant weather, Lenore rushed to the bedside of her sick friend. If only Lenore had listened! Just a week later she too died of pneumonia, leaving a grief-stricken hus- band and a little boy. Fifteen years passed and Andre was now a boy of eighteen. Things were not as they once had been. After Lenore’s death, Maurice seemed to lose his interest in life and consequently all his money. They had to give up their large house in Paris and take rooms in a shabby place not far away. Andre felt that now that he was through school he must try to earn some money. The hard thing was to decide what to do! He still walked in the parks and often thought of his mother, although he scarcely remembered her. One day he suddenly thought of the pictures she used to paint. How he would love to see them again! He spoke to his father about this. Maurice gladly gave Andre the keys to the big house and Andre lost no time in hurrying up to the old studio. Everything was as his mother had left it and there on the easel was an unfinished pic- ture. He thought it quite the loveliest thing he had ever seen. If he could only finish it! He had taken a course of art at school and knew how to mix his colors and then he started to paint! He kept at it each day until one day he suddenly knew it was finished. It was indeed a beautiful picture and Andre knew now what his life’s work would be! Years later Andre Renault was one of the great masters of art in Paris. Marjorie Hoexter ) 4 ' STARLIGHT I stood alone and watched the moon Which full and round and_ bright, Was lighting up a silver path Beside the stream that night. Up in the sky there seemed to be A thousand lovely sprites, With soft and snowy fairy wings And eyes like candle lights. They played among the shadowy clouds They dived into the stream; They danced about the golden moon Like visions from a dream. Anne MacDougal, °36 SEGRE TSSIN@ANSOLEDS ERUINIS It was yesterday that she drew her last weary breath with a smile and a look of complete quietness and peace. Perhaps she knew that she was drawing nearer to her long-departed John; perhaps she could hear him softly encouraging her to come to him. But before leaving us, to whom she meant so much and whom she dearly loved, she left with me the little golden key that she had, since one day four years ago, worn about her neck. It was not an ordinary key; it had a tiny sapphire, emblem of loyalty, set in its handle and engraved on it was the word “Always.” John had worn the key on his watch chain until he went, andVirginia wore it about her neck until yesterday, when she entrusted it to me. Of course, I knew that the key was to the old trunk in the attic. So today I climbed the rarely used staircase to the attic and there I pulled out the trunk, to re-open it for the first time in many years. The trunk, as well as the key, was not of the common type. Carved on the top of the trunk or chest, as I soon found to be the more proper name for it, were minute figures which I could not distinctly make out because of the chest’s great age. Slowly and reverently, I began raising the lid of the time-worn chest to explore the secrets of two hearts, now stilled. Two hearts had filled the chest in the happy years they had spent together. Two hearts had wept and laughed and dreamed over the con- tents of this chest. Two hearts had lived and died with their secrets in this chest. And now I, a total stranger and intruder in their affairs, was opening the door that would disclose their long-kept secrets! I would search and know their secrets! Yet, stopping to reflect, they were secrets—secrets that two, not three, should share. They were secrets that made one the part of the other, and what right had I to be an observer of the secrets of two hearts? More slowly and yet more reverently I lowered the lid of the chest, letting the two hearts rest in peace with their own secrets undivulged and unprofaned. Sally Jane Hayes, ’38 Page 62 TREES RARTELENON Stately columns rise against the sky, Inspiration of ages long gone by; Giant walls fall in slow decay Telling stories of a grander day. Bits of sculpture, fine and rare, Lay forgotten ages bare, And from the ruins rise thoughts anew Of deeds modern architects may do. Betty Cheney GUESS WHO? It was Sunday night and I, as usual, had all my homework to do. The family had gone out and left me alone in my misery with involved instructions as to what to say if this or that person telephoned. I had just started my French when the phone called me away from study. I hastened down the hall and, in a cheery voice, said “Hello.” An obviously disguised voice answered “Guess who?” After a few moments of intense thinking I guessed. Of course, I was wrong and was asked, in a rather frigid tone, to try again. This went on for several minutes. With one eye on the clock I kept attempting to get rid of my unknown caller. Finally, in desperation, I hung up. Dashing back to my homework I set to work, realizing that it was pretty late. I was allowed ten minutes of uninterrupted peace. Then... ding-a-ling! My “hello” was not quite so cheery and when “‘Guess who,” answered, I was far from sweet. After about five minutes of trying politely to find out who it was, I again hung up and returned to labor on. Apparently the unknown gentleman at the other end of the line was far from dis- couraged by my abrupt termination of the conversation, for in a few moments he called again. That was too much. I could stand it no more. I took the receiver off the hook and went to my desk with joyous steps. Let “Guess who?” call; I could not hear the ’phone ring and would be able to study in peace and quiet. About an hour later, I heard police sirens drawing near. I went to the window to look out and, to my horror, saw the cars draw up in front. As I stood there, dazed, I heard a great commotion at the door. Before my eyes, it was broken down and a horde of policemen swarmed into the room. ‘‘Where’s the body?” they demanded. I gasped and sank weakly into a chair. I finally learned that mother had called the house and, getting no answer, had called the police and informed them that I was probably a bloody corpse. Mother herself was at the police station telling everyone that she was sure I had been foully murdered and the family silver stolen. As soon as the police left, I went to the telephone and replaced the receiver. Home- work was still calling; so I returned to it—but not for long!! The ’phone rang. I was sure it was mother calling from the station so I leaped to answer it. “Guess who?” roared a masculine voice. “You!” I yelled and then, in a most unladylike fashion, hurled a perfectly innocent phone against the wall. Mother came in at that moment and I had to give her a detailed explanation of all that had happened. A few moments later in stalked my brother. Almost doubled up with laughter, he managed to gasp, “Boy, did I have you going.” (He speaks a strange language.) “Just what do you mean by that?” I demanded in an ominous tone of voice. “Guess who?” he laughed and, wisely for him, ran into his room and slammed the door. After mother had calmed me down and made me promise to postpone strangling him, I looked at the clock with a glare and returned to my still unfinished homework. Ann Decker TRESS ARS ARBR@ VE It was election night. For weeks, the whole country had been overwhelmed with political speeches and all the other features that make up a campaign. Tonight would tell the tale and one candidate would come out victorious, the others go down into political oblivion. In a private car of a special train, speeding forward on its way, was one of the men whose fate was being decided this night. His name was Putnam. He had worked hard all his life to achieve this fame and his record was perfect. From lawyer, congressman, senator, and finally governor, his career had been one of diligence and good work. Gathered about him on the train were his friends, all joyous and happy, for the returns over the radio were showing nearly a landslide for Putnam. But, in sharp contrast to these people, he was not happy and did not mingle with the others. He did not seem at all like a man whose election to the Presidency of the United States seemed almost assured. The cause of his grief, that kept him mourning to himself, was not known to the others. His wife, whom he loved dearer than life, was lying very ill in a hospital; the crisis in her illness was supposed to come this evening. He despised the people, sitting around the radio, whose happiness could not be suppressed. He knew that no election in the world mattered, if his wife, who up to now had planned and rejoiced with the other people, did not live to share his triumph. The doctors had promised to send a telegram at the first sign of any change, and no telegram had he received. No news seemed worse than any news at all to Putnam. To get away from all the hubbub and obtain some quiet and peace, he walked out on the observation platform. It was a lovely, cool night, and the stars were shining their brightest. Looking at them, Putnam seemed to find some peace of mind. Suddenly the door opened and a porter handed him a telegram, thrilled to catch a glimpse of this important man whom he thought to be the happiest on earth. Left to himself, Putnam opened the telegram. After reading it, he let it drop and slipped down on a chair, uttering a prayer. Only the shining stars above saw him, and the yellow telegram falling in the darkness; and they twinkled down on him their approval. Marjorie Brooks, °36 TE Ze ASG Lazy Day, where Spring and Summer meet, Lazy Day, within a woodland’s sweep, My way, I, too, will be wending, Spending a Lazy Day. Lovers’ Day, a day to drift and dream, Led me to stray, where water lilies gleam Neath the willows bending, Spending a Lovers’ Day. Through green fields I want to roam, Under a friendly sky; The green fields are whispering of home And happy days gone by. Lazy Day, I’m not the only one, far away, Who will watch the sun Over the hills descending, Spending a Lazy Day. Susannah McKibbin Page 64 WRONG NUMBER Debora woke with a start and gazed horror-stricken at the clock. “Heavens, it can’t be ten o’clock already,” she thought wildly. “Why, under the sun, didn’t Peter wake me when he knew that I have to get a wonderful dinner for Mr. Bond or . . . perhaps he won’t get the raise we’ve been counting on. And David! Heaven knows what he’s up to by now!” Debby hopped out of bed and dressed hurriedly. She glanced out the window before dashing downstairs and stood transfixed. There in the middle of the street was David, blissfully sailing boats in a puddle. With him was Johnny, a neighbor’s boy, likewise employed. Debby wasted no time. She rushed into the street and picked the struggling David out of the puddle, then ordered Johnny to return home. In the midst of dressing David, the telephone rang. Debby suppressed a “darn,” and answered it. “This is Mrs. Banks,” complained a woman’s voice. “I’ve lost Prettikins. Have you seen him? I’d just given him a bath and—now he’s g-g-gone,” she ended in a wail. “What shall I-” “No, I haven’t seen Prettikins,” said the exasperated Debby, “‘but I can tell you where Johnny is, and I’m sure he’s in much more need of a bath than Prettikins ever was, besides being in imminent danger of being run over. He’s right in front of my house.” “But I don’t want Johnny. I want Prettikins .. . I’m sorry, I don’t know where he is,” interrupted Debora. “Goodbye, Mrs. Banks.” She ran back to David, finished getting him into clean clothes and ordered her din- ner. She had just finished doing this when the telephone rang again. “Is this David’s mother?” demanded an irate voice. “Yes,” murmured Debby, “What is it?” “Well, I think you ought to know that your horrid little boy slapped my Percival yesterday, and sss sia “Pm so sorry,” mumbled Debora. “Tl speak to him, and I’m sure it won’t happen 9 again. ‘“Humph! I should hope not. Poor little Percy cried and cried.” Debby stifled a giggle remembering ittle Percy, who weighed one hundred pounds at the age of seven. At last she got started on her dinner, when the telephone called her again. Debby sighed, but obeyed the summons. Mrs. Banks’ voice greeted her. “Have you seen Prettikins yet? I can’t find him and I’m worried to death. I know someone’s stolen him.” “No, I haven’t seen him, but [’ll let you know if I do,” said Debby in a dangerously sweet voice, gazing at Johnny, who was lying on his back in the puddle. At last her dinner was all in the oven and Debby was on her way upstairs to dress when she was summoned once more by the telephone. This time she was informed that David had broken a window. Half an hour later, as Debby wearily hooked the last hooks on her dress, came a dreaded sound, ‘“Ting-a-ling.” Debby threw caution to the winds. She jerked up the receiver and shouted, “I have not seen Prettikins, I don’t care if David slapped Percy black and blue and I don’t care how many windows he broke, so stop calling.” “This is Mr. Bond,” said an ominous voice. Debby gasped... then .. . “Wrong number,” she whispered faintly. Betty Cheney, °35 AS ee iis LORY: No more lights illume the sky— Tis gone forever, leaving naught No more crowds whisk gaily by, But memories. All the thrills we sought No more music, no more song; Are ended. Now the velvet gloom All beauty, Time has swept along And the silence of the tomb Into the past this lovely show Push away the brilliant glare Where events in history go. Of the Great Chicago Fair. A Visitor to A Century of Progress Bobette Mayer, 735 Page 65 WHILE ROME BURNS As I wandered slowly down the sunny street, thinking how hard Latin is and wearing a sort of gosh-did-they-really-speak-that-language expression on my face, I thought, “I wish I could have visited Rome in the good old days! Anyway, I’ve always wanted to have a two-wheeled chariot to ride in.” With this wild thought I settled down in a comfortable chair to “do” Cicero for an hour or so. Perhaps I dozed off or something because suddenly I found myself strolling through the Forum, which was crowded with people all eager to see the triumphal procession of some general who had conquered a Gallic tribe. For a minute I was too startled to think, yes surely this was old Rome and sure enough, I was a Roman and clad in the simple dress of a young girl. I looked up and there was a beautiful Greek girl, slightly older than I, who said in a worried manner, “Heavens, Cornelia, how did you get out of my sight? Your father would have me killed if I, a mere slave, did not obey him and accompany you always on the street.” Then she seized my hand and quickly led me to the presence of my father who assisted us into some chariots and away we clattered down the street to the Coliseum. (Don’t ride in chariots! From what I felt, they’re awfully bumpy!) I can’t seem to remember in what sequence things happened but there were lots of noises, many people, shouts of greeting to the Emperor, Nero, and bugle blasts. Then the games began; or rather what appealed to the Romans as amusements. I was horrified at their brutality but what was my opinion against thousands of others? That night I was invited to a magnificent banquet at Nero’s palace, along with the rest of the family who seemed to be enjoying the good graces of the Emperor (for the time being, anyway). After dinner, Nero demanded amusement. As all the guests sat there on the porch in the hot, sultry night, a sudden burst of flame shot up over some distant buildings and soon spread greatly, and there in front of us was a terrific conflagration. Quite calmly Nero spoke: “Bring me my flute,’ and played a wild orgy of sound which kept getting noisier and more raucous. It sounded like the “Darktown Strutters’ Ball.” I opened my eyes with a jerk, to find that my sister was playing said record on a victrola and at that point, the trumpeter was doing his solo. Thankfully I reflected. Then I said, ““Now, I know the advantages of being a Chicago citizen of 1934. I don’t have to drive in a chariot and I can go to the movies instead of to horrible massacres for my amusement.” With this concise comparison, I closed Cicero and stopped studying. Catherine Griffin, °36 FREEDOM I’m satisfied because I know That a dream is a finer thing, Which beat an even tune. Though “they” think I’m dull and Mine goes where it wants to go slow; Like a gay, wind-tossed balloon. What does their learning bring? Their hearts are dry, the stay-at-homes, They are the captains of their souls, But I know the song of the wind and sea, And the sun and the moon and the stars, And I know the thrill of the open road And things as strange as Mars. Page 66 While I am the slave of my heart; But I follow my frivolous captor about And we care not when we start. Ann Decker : ' . ) , ; BIGE Tie GRAIG ; Harryett Rose Benjamin Marguerite Boyle i Ann Lee Brady Betty Ann Cohn Virginia Heun Elizabeth Hubbard Doris Kimball Mary Elizabeth McKey Dorothy Jane Pick Florence Catherine Strandberg Marilyn Wharton OFFICERS Presid én tists cig inet thee oA OMe eg has eee Virginia Heun Vice President =) are ee Elizabeth Hubbard DOCK ELEY ir re Le ie, ieee tee ae ste re ee Marguerite Boyle LG CRSUT EF a ee Re ee, See Doris Kimball Bright Green and Black Page 68 pie EG lel Et Eleven little Eighth Graders Cooped in a pen, Libby got out And that left ten. Ten little Eighth Graders Thinking of rhyme, Betty Ann succeeded— And that left nine. Nine little Eighth Graders Left to their fate, Marilyn got caught And that left eight. Eight little Eighth Graders Motoring to heaven, Ann had an accident And that left seven. Seven little Eighth Graders Got into a fix— GRADERS Six little Eighth Graders Approached a bee hive— Betty Coe was stung And that left five. Five little Eighth Graders Were sad for evermore— Marge became happy And that left four. Four little Eighth Graders Climbed up a tree— Harryett fell down And that left three. Three little Eighth Graders Thinking of something to do; Dorothy had an idea And that left two. Two little Eighth Graders Munching on a bun— Doris got out And that left six. Virginia ate it all And that left one. One little Eighth Grader Playing with a gun— Catherine got shot And that left none. C. Strandberg PENGUIN TROUBLES In the far-off land of ice and snow Lived two penguins, Jane and Joe, In their stylish suits of black and white; To see them waddle was quite a sight. They lived in a house on the side of a hill (This story is something like Jack and Jill) Instead of water in the pail Joe went out to get a whale; The whale came out, sneered in his face; He caught a salmon in its place, He started home, he slipped and fell— This is all I have to tell. Dorothy Pick NIGHT The world was bathed in moonlight, A thousand stars shone bright And painted a vivid picture On the darkness of the night. It was as though the night were day, A fragment of heaven that God did portray; With not a sound to break the spell, The solemn tolling of the bell. Harryett Benjamin Page 69 EVERY DAYS AYiIINGS “Ate you coming to study L1Loute iaeeeee ee aan te ee Miss Farr “How long did ‘you study 2s a0) ae ek ene eee ee eee Mlle. Brochery “That? word: méans——7 40 eee ee eee Miss Pickens “We don:t sing invHistory. class: 20) an ean ene er Miss Breslich “Miss Pickens-ie forgot: ——) sean 4 os are Catherine Strandberg “Quick! “erasers 7nd 2 is eins dapesain tele o te gen re Betty Ann Cohn “Single file'and ino: talkie oc ea Doris Kimball “Did jyou finish your Arithinetic? ga.) an yee ee ee Virginia Heun “How dotyou do'this:problem?: 4,2 a, 3-42 eee eee eee Marguerite Boyle “Lean € come’ to StadyLlours aes ae eee Marjorie Lindheimer “What: movie didGyoursee? 240-7 et) eee ee Marilyn Wharton “May Heaven preservesme? 2a 5- 3 oe) eee Betty Coe Hubbard Doris Kimball Virginia Heun FAULKNER WHAT WE DO Faulkner for always, Faulkner for all, Mug—always smiling, Faulkner will win her fame over all. Pud always talking, Forever loyal to Faulkner we'll be Lin—always giggling, Faulkner for always; we love thee! Dinny—always studying, Faulknerite filled with all that is nice Gin—always avoiding trouble, Chock full of ginger, pep and spice Bubbles—always prancing, Faulkner for always; Faulkner for all! Scotty—always explaining, Faulkner will win her fame over all. Billy—always worrying, Harryett Benjamin Lee—always arguing. B. and B. A GREAT LOSS Mrs. Amory Middleham was worried. She had not seen her precious Flora all morn- ing. Flora was lost! She was in the habit of taking constitutionals before breakfast and sometimes she stayed out until the middle of the morning, but never until after lunch. Mrs. Middleham decided to call the police. They promised to come right away. Soon the doorbell rang. Jarvis disappeared. “Tt’s the police, Madam.” “Very well, Jarvis. Send them in.” Mrs. Middleham was on the verge of tears. The room was soon jammed with blue-coated policemen. Just as the men were about to ask for a description of Flora, Jarvis walked in: “Flora is here, Madam. She just arrived this minute. She is rather dirty, but other- wise she’s quite all right.” “Oh! I want my precious baby! Give her to me, Jarvis.” A beautiful Angora cat was deposited in her arms. Betty Hubbard Page 7 0 THE BEAR WHO WENT BLUEBERRYING One day last week, Mother asked me if I would go into the woods and pick some blueberries. I assented, because I was particularly eager to use my new red pail. I started out freshly enough, but after I had picked the biggest blueberries I could find, in twenty minutes I was hot and tired. “PI just sit down and rest a while,” I thought to myself; so I sank down under the protecting shade of a big oak tree. I felt so comfortable that I thought I would just close my eyes, and in half a moment was sound asleep. All of a sudden, I awoke with a start! I heard the sound of a huge body brushing against the leaves. There was a huge brown bear regarding me with a quizzical look in his eyes, and ever so often he would pop a blueberry into his mouth out of my new pail. I was so paralyzed with fright that I couldn’t stir, but in a few moments the feeling came back into my legs and my brain began to function properly. I decided the best thing to do when you met a bear was to run; so I promptly acted on the thought, sprang to my feet, and broke into a run. The bear ran after me. My breath was coming fast and I was gasping. I couldn’t run any farther and I sank down on the ground helpless! The bear was about six feet from me when he all of a sudden stopped and offered his paw. I was so astonished I could only stare. Then a clear voice broke into the air. “Bingo, Bingo, come here! Here, Bingo!”? An Italian came into view. His face was covered with sweat and anxiety. When he saw the bear, his face flooded with relief, but no more than mine did. “Ah! here you are, you wicked Bingo,’ me and said, “Did he frighten you, miss?” “Oh, yes,” I exclaimed, ‘“‘but I’m all right now.” “I guess I'll go home now; so goodbye to Bingo and you, sir,” I called over my shoulder, as I turned and marched homeward, without my red pail. After I had arrived home and related to Mother my adventures, she was so relieved that I was unscathed that she made ice cream that night in place of the blueberries the beateate, ’ the Italian exclaimed. Then he turned to Marilyn Wharton iGO E Se SEE NSING ibibe OPE NSEIRE It was a cold evening and when the fire was lighted, the family sat around, slowly roasting nuts and eating apples. There was silence as they gazed into the flames. Each saw a different picture: Father saw a great business built up. His sons graduating from college seemed to look out of the fire place. Mother saw her oldest daughter being married, her son who was buried at Verdun; the boys becoming great men in their professions. Grandma, dozing in her chair, saw the day that she was married, the baby that died; grandpa’s face when he was dying; and the fire that ruined them. Marjorie, at seventeen, a scatter-brain, saw the dress she would wear at the “Prom”; the boy who sat beside her at a sleigh ride; how her friends would look when they saw her sail in with the boy from Boston. Tommy saw a great civil engineer; great bridges, railroads, dams; and a girl. Sybil, the baby, saw a great castle, a knight coming up the road; and a tournament. Then the flames died down. Betty Hubbard CAN YOU IMAGINE? Harryett Benjamin missing a ball? Catherine Strandberg being fat? Betty Coe being thin? Virginia Heun being talkative? Doris Jean being dumb? Betty Ann with blonde hair? Marilyn Wharton being quiet? Ann Lee not catching a ball? Marguerite Boyle Virginia: Did you play hockey for one solid hour? Dinny: No, I played for a liquid hour. I was running all the time. Doris Kimball PURRHAPS Why do cuddly kittens purr When you rub their shiny fur? Can it be you do not know ‘Ehat there isvasradio Hidden in this kit or cat To make him purr like that. But I’ve heard my mother say If you rub the other way That a little kitty’s purr Never will come out of her. Catherine Strand berg SCHOOL WORK IS FUN School work is not always hard: In Latin we are called by a card, In Arithmetic we write numbers on the board, And in Science we sit and look bored, In French we learn different sounds, And in English we learn verbs and nouns, In Gym we throw balls and run! So I think school is lots of fun. Virginia Heun THE FAULKNER BOARDING SCHOOL FOR GIRLS Dear Eureka: The train arrived two hours late but I did not mind in the least as I was having a grand time. A very charming lady met me at the station. Her name is Miss Near. She took me to school and handed me over to a girl called Carbuncle. She took me to the dormitory and introduced me to my class. Their names: Dorothy Axe, Betty Ann Flown, Betty Coe Cupboard, Catherine Strawberry, Ann Lee Hairband, Virginia Coin, Harryett Collectorman, Doris Football. The girls took me to my teachers and intro- duced me. Perhaps you remember them: Miss Near, Miss Whack, Mrs. Strawdon, Miss Walkfar, Miss Save-us, Miss Choosen. Do write soon to Your loving friend, Angelica Page 72 HOW I WAS FRIGHTENED One night two summers ago up in the northern part of Minnesota, everyone had gone to sleep and it was very quiet. Suddenly my brother called to my mother and father, saying there was a bear on the roof. Mother stayed awake to listen, but Dad went right back to sleep again. I was awakened by the talking of Mother and my brother and just heard the words, “bear on the roof.” I then remembered what the man had told us about the bears prowling about trying to find food because it was so dry and his warning that we should keep our doors and windows locked. I then heard the same noise on the roof again, which did sound like a bear. I lay there about twenty minutes, too scared to move, but finally fell asleep. In the morning when I woke, I was surprised to see no bear and so got up to see where everyone was. After we got dressed and went outside, we found out that the noise was the limb of a tree rubbing on the roof and not a bear. $ Virginia Heun es ™. THIRTY YEARS FROM NOW I gaze into a crystal ball And watch the years pass swiftly by: I see the Eighth Grade old and gray,— Their youthful days have long passed by. Marguerite is married, now, And she has such darling twins; Virginia is an ice skater,— All the silver cups she wins. Doris is following closely In the footsteps of Miss Jones; Betty will be an opera singer, I can feel it in my bones. Ann Lee is an actress, She’s in all the leading plays; Marilyn’s daughter has inherited Her mamma’s “playful” ways. Catherine teaches kindergarten And the children love her, too; Harryett is an astronomer, She makes discoveries new. Dorothy will be married And be a housekeeper; Libby will teach Latin, She will make a good teacher. I’m going to be a dancer— And now I think I’m through; The only thing I have to say Is “I hope this all comes true.”’ Betty Ann Cohn Page 73 | SEVENTH GRADE _ | Myra Davidson Jacquelin Engelhardt | Marjorie Griffin Lois Jane Hainsfurther ‘ Muriel Elaine Marks | | Minna Florence Sachs | Phyllis Thompson OFFICERS : Président’), 2 fh hall 6 A, Ae ae eee eee Marjorie Griffin Vice-President: .2 0. ie. ee eee Minna Sachs SOCT OE Ag 28 bec tk ial a To tice. bee ne Myra Davidson | LVCQSUTET Asc oso ae os ee Lois Hainsfurther | Colors | Torquoise Blue and Black Page 74 PETER PENGUIN’S RESOLUTION For days the civilized world had been preparing to usher in the New Year. But way up near the cold, snowy, frozen North Pole, where no one knew about New Year’s, sat the Penguin family eating their dinner. “This is swell fish,” observed Peter, licking the last bite off his flippers. “That is, it was.” “Where on earth did you learn that word “swell”? demanded Papa Penguin. “From Walter Whale,” said Peter. “Why?” “That Walter Whale is a bad boy. He ran away from home and his poor mother is worried to death about him. He came back this time chattering about some New Year,” and Mamma Penguin sighed. “This younger generation!”’ “The good for nothing,” said Polly, Peter’s twin sister. thought Peter, and then said aloud, “I guess Pll go out for a walk.” dled down to the bay to ask Walter what was meant by a New Year. ed and added that everyone made resolutions to start the New Year off ee how far I can get away from home,” he remarked proudly. ‘“Won’t Pll carry you on my back.” Peter was delighted; so he hopped on the little whale’s back, but they did not get far. Suddenly, from behind them came a loud roar. “Walter, come back here this instant!’’ bellowed his father. Wally hastened back to shore and opened his mouth to explain, but did not get much of a chance before Mr. Whale had turned his son across his flippers and spanked him as hard as anything. Peter slunk away unnoticed and started for home. When he reached the top of the hill, he said: “TI guess honesty is the best policy. Also, the fish was very good.”’ And with a wise nod of his head, he went over the hill and was gone. Marjorie Griffin MILES STANDISH Miles Standish, Bluff and bold, As all leaders are Strong and hearty man was he, In hose and boots of cordovan leather. Broad are his shoulders And he’s built athletic, ““Deep-chested With muscles and sinews of iron.” With three books of his own, And in a corner His fowling-piece, Matchlock and musket— These were his belongings. Elaine Marks Page 76 LAKE MICHIGAN As calm and smooth as a piece of silk With tiny waves as white as milk; As many colors as you choose Grays, greens, and many blues; It’s sand as shiny as yellow gold With waters clear and very cold. Roaring gales and rippling breezes Bring us colds and many sneezes. Whose waters are as gray as slate Where storms are very slow to abate; Where ships flounder, roll and toss, Where boats go down and lives are lost; Whose motto is “to sink or swim,” Which knows many secrets dark and grim; Was made by neither beast nor man, But belongs to us—Lake Michigan. Marjorie Griffin LEP WISTIESBWERESLIORSE Saas I know a child who’s the janitor’s boy; He doesn’t play games and hasn’t a toy; He says “‘ain’t,” “dis,” “dat” and all of that; He wears overalls and hasn’t a hat. He’s always dirty with grease on his face, He wears dirty shoes, without even a lace; The janitor’s boy hardly cries at all, Not even when he’s had a bad fall. I like the janitor’s boy very muc He’s nice and big, and his name if ‘Dutch’; His only bath is on Saturday night, And then only washes with half of his might. He eats a lot and never gets sick, He never has candy, not even a stick; He’s not very lonesome, without a toy! Oh! I wish I were a janitor’s boy! Myra Davidson | Ze SEA’ They talked and laughed (I think ’twas gossip ) And filled the room with smoke, And thought that they were having fun, | It really was a joke. 4 They played a game which they called : My mother had some company One day—lIt was a tea, And every lady with pomp and pride Came to our house at three. 5 bridge, Let the grown-ups play their bridge, a, et what I couldn’t see ‘ And—have dainty cakes and tea, what playing bridge and talking “ But just plain milk and ginger-bread ‘ Has to do with tea. Are good enough for me. Lois Hainsfurther RADIATION The sun is shining from the sky On us so far below, It shines on us from up so high But still we get its radiant glow. The flowers are coming from the ground— That’s because it is sweet spring; The birds are flying all around, Bringing happiness to everything. Minna Sachs BUBBLES ea V4 Colored bubbles in the sun Floating higher one by one; When I look inside and see Every little house and tree, I wonder how bubbles hold So many things untold; There are funny towns inside, Kings and Queens riding side by side, I wish my home were inside of one. Elaine Marks ERE EAN TS SINSE@QURSSACKS How can three ants get in four sacks? By wearing four gardenias may the well dry up. Four wells? Oh, well my stove, you need a manicure. Say it with cellophane. (Apologies to G.S.) Marjorie Griffin FLOWER OF THE FIELD As I look into that field, I see a flower slim and tall; Its grace! Its beauty! Its fragrance and all, Waving in the breeze quite cool, Looking in that silver pool; To the sunshine you must yield, Beautiful flower of the field. Myra Davidson Page 77 vet , A OW SIXTH GRADE Nina D’Ancona Nancy Miller Janet Louise Forbes Suzanne Pfaelzer Genevra Lorish Adele Whitaker OFFICERS President... Bsa ance ene ee ee Nancy Miller | Vice-President, wae ae 4 ie ee Adele Whitaker | Secretary: od Jasi, Re oe ee, ee Janet Louise Forbes | TV CGSUTET wie: he ch ae gn pe ee Suzanne Pfaelzer | Colors | Tangerine and Brown MAY-DAY THE WASHBOWL The tree doth sway aah On this beautiful May day; Sane - | A bird doth twitter, Just your height, : The stream doth glitter; That holds the water The flowers say: Clear and bright, . “Tsn’t this a beautiful dayre That wets the wash cloth | The frog doth croak Red: and ‘white, At the marvelous joke Th bere hora: a Told by the crested Kingfisher; Bri yeien fica alta =) The fish idly dream Black as night, ; In the bluish-green stream. That sticks to children Nina D’ Ancona Fast and tight. Page 78 “ THE FIRST SNOW The snowflakes got tired of this very warm weather, And so they decided to get together; They planned to select a snowflake named Puff Because she had so dainty a fluff; She jumped off a cloud and floated down Until her toes did touch the ground; The others followed, the wind them blowing, And the children out playing cried, “Oh, look it is snowing!” Genevra Lorish MY FAVORITE SONG “Take a Number from One to Ten” Miss Farr “Pardon My Southern Accent” Miss Pickens “ve Got Rhythm” “Don’t Let It Bother You” ““Horses, Horses, Horses”’ ““Lazybones”’ “Soup of the Evening” (Turtle Soup) Sweet Sue™ Suzanne “Tt’s Just Like Looking for a Needle in the Haystack” “Happiness Ahead”’ The Faulkner School Janet L. Forbes SIEY@@ eal: Sly Cat sitting on the edge of the pond Where the little fishes were; “Come,”’ she said in a silvery voice, “Come and see my soft fur.” One fishie came up. He made good bait. The old bull frog croaked, but ’twas too late. Sly Cat sitting by the edge of the pond Where the little fishes were, Sitting there in the shade of the tree, Licking her soft, shiny fur. Genevra Lorish Page 79 FIFTH GRADE | Ruth Altschuler Hope Landis Lois Dernburg Jean Ann MacLellan | | Mary Jane Goold Elizabeth Small Betty Heath Wood | OFFICERS | Phesidentanec S72. teen nc aa ee ee Betty H. Wood | Vice-President 6 eats ee Jean MacLellan SOCTOLAP Ym ck aan on Oe et ee eee Hope Landis LT CASUP ON gs ssi en Oe Ee Ee Elizabeth Small Colors Maroon and White | FROM A BOAT I was out in a boat, Where the moon was very bright, I saw the shining water Everywhere in sight; The water ruffled on the reeds And gurgled on the shore. I rowed back to the sandy beach, As the moon dropped lower and lower. Elizabeth Small Page 80 SPRING Spring! beautiful Spring! What does it bring? Warm winds and weather As soft as a feather, From out of a swan’s white wing. Children are out playing, Where ever one looks, Romping and dancing, Deserting their books. Spring is the time, When flowers appear, And we are filled With Joy and Cheer. Jean McLellan IF A PIG— If a pig wore a wig, Oh, what ever should we do? Treat him like a gentleman And say, “Good-day to you’? If his tail happened to fail, What could we do? Send him to the tailor And maybe order two? Hope Landis SMILES “Smile and the world smiles with you,” That’s what we all should do: It helps to lighten our work, And makes friendship, too. Ruth Altschuler GREEK GODS I’m Zeus, King of the gods, I sit on my throne all the day, Beside me sits Hera, my queen, Whose word we quickly obey. One of my gods has shod Many a horse for me— His name is Hephaestus— What a mighty man is he! Ares is one of my gods— Many a war has he won— Ares, we love thee, You’ve saved my palace for me! Betty Wood Page 81 FLOWERS Flowers in the Spring time, Flowers in the Fall, Flowers in the Summer, But, in Winter, none at all. Hope Landis ROSES I love my little roses That grow upon my vine; I love the little buds that sprout, Because each bud is mine. Elizabeth Small Stormy’s House March 21, 1931 Dear Friends: My name is “Stormy.” I am a dog. I will tell you how I got my name. Long ago, I had a master who beat me terribly. I did not like that so I ran away. I had not gone far, when I saw a man and a lady go into a house. I decided that on their doorstep was a good place to sleep. Soon the man came out to put his car away. He saw me. He called to the lady, saying, “Dear, look what’s on our doorstep!”” She came out and saw me. She picked me up and took me into the house. She said, “I will keep you and name you ‘Stormy’ because it is a stormy night.” That is how I received my name. Stormy Per Jean MacLellan Page 82 DEDICATION THIS YEAR, WE, THE YEAR BOOK PLANK OF 1934-35, GRATEFPULLY DEDICATE THIS BOOK. TO. ROY AND CHARLES FOR THEIR PERSEVERANCE IN STRUG- GLING WITH THE PICK-ME-UP AND CLEAN-ME-UP PROBLEMS OF THE ULTRA-MODERN BALKMORE SCHOOL BORED WITH DIRECTORS ipecial shes tee eee een eee Os eet ese! Bessie Balkmore PASSE LC Detial @PeSt iat mi eet rec en oa ae She-Be Heated SOG mele lc amen ne Me ene | Mabelline Balkmore BACKWORD Easeplay Aktae onay ffenseoay. Onay ffenseoay siay eantmay. Eway eanmay onay ffenseoay. Ixnay onay ethey. Anejay Ndersonay Anay Eidray Erylbay Awlingsray Eggypay Epmanlay Page 83 QUIBBLEARY DEPARTMENT Famous Sayings by Famous People: “If poison won’t, geometry will!’’ Sophomores. “If you can’t get opium—try a certain first period in the morning.” Sophomores again, “Why go to Alaska when at Faulkner you can find Eskimo pastry?” General Statement. Brilliant pupil: ‘Miss Breslich, how many buildings were there on the Athenian aesophagus?”’ Miss Breslich: “—————?!?” Appreciative Student—‘I Jove Faulkner because of the universally long recess we have and because we are graciously permitted to chew gum in study hour. Teacher to sleepy Faulknerite—“When do you use ‘shall’?” S.F.—‘When I can’t get Texaco or Ethyl.” Young Faulknerite—“I think I have appendicitis; I am going to ————— Hospital. Incidentally there are a lot of good looking internes, there.” Admiring friend—‘‘May I come ‘in-turn’?” Seniors are so cute and gay Not a one with hair of gray; They think of nothing but their play, And don’t come to school every day. A Freshman ENCYGLOPAEDIASAISTEDeS LREET Bob—a sharp explosive noise—‘‘bob goes your heart.” Bottle—to be a butler. Buzz—young men. Cease—to regard—‘‘He cease her every day.” Cheese—a swear word. Chop—-A position, work. Chukker—-A person who makes jokes. Chunk—trash, debris. Dot—a demonstrative adjective. Hunt—what ghosts do. Hurt—past participle of verb “hear.” Kine—nice, considerate. Kink—the ruler of a kingdom. Keeper—a kind of fish ‘“‘keeper herring.” Julep—a spring flower. Loin—to find out. Not—a crazy person. Oil—a proper name—‘“‘Oil Carroll’s Vanities.” Pie—past, over, beside. Pick—large. Pink—a nickname—Pink Crosby. Phase—the physiognomy. J. W. Page 84 Hockey field School Ball Students Players Opposing players Cheer leaders Bullying circle Out of bounds Flunking Striking circle College Boards College Marion Jernberg, ’35 ADS Between you and me and the gate post (is the path). Have you a cough? Use “A-HEM COUGH DROP VERY SOOTHING Does your baby cry all night? Just recite your Ceasar to the darling. Also good for all cases of insomnia. Dr. JIRKEM AND PaINSOME Guaranteed painless distraction of all teeth! Established since 100 B.C. Same methods used throughout. LEER EEO OFF LOR EN EN FN OE . o my Valen Vine You may combine the qualities of Samson and Clark Gable... You might be able to provide silk, satins and rich sable; But just the same a man like you can't satisfy my craving, It’s high time someone told you that... Rembrandt's Girl Friend PRS CRN S ENA EN ER ESR ASS ERS ESA EA ES ERG IN LS FON EON FONE 4 el el Si ccd Sel a Sal cl ad Nl Nd sad Sl sel el sel seed le So a el el gd St ACA Page 86 LOVE DIVINE:: | ALL IOVES | +) EXCELLING My rosy cheeks And winning looks Are really due To Campbell's cooks! Campbell's make me Feel so gay Look FoR THE : T sparkle at my Rep-anp-Wuite Lanrt Work or play! + HH LL | | | | ||| | NH ine = The Faulkner School Telephone Oakland 1423 4746 Dorchester Ave. ney oeCrlOOUe FOR GIRES KINDERGARTEN, PRIMARY, INTERMEDIATE AND ACADEMIC DEPARTMENTS Twenty-seventh Year Opens September lL I95)) ELIZABETH FAULKNER Principal GEORGENE FAULKNER Director of Kindergarten SUBDASMOUE ONE... 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