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

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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

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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

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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