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

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| i Page 12 First row: S. Pfaelzer, N. D’Ancona, A. Whitaker. Second row: E. Jackson, Z. Agar, G. Lorish. Top row: N. Miller, J. L. Forbes. a

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Sixth Grade Lois Dernberg Hope Landis Nancy Eugenia Meadows Regina Estelle Winter Betty Heath Wood @ERFIGERS PECL CH Fae eee Se ce eA Fg Lois Dernberg WEE DT ESA CH LM as A AU ae Se a ee ee ee Betty Wood SCCKCL AI ans ee ae wae ee Ee RRs 3 Hope Landis JEU Wi Ttae pero 3 eee et ne ee ne ee ae Nancy Meadows Colors—Maroon and White Robins There’s a robin in the woodland, There’s a robin in the sea But they’re just as different As different can be. The one that’s in the forest Has feathers and a tail; The one that’s in the ocean Has a scaly coat of mail. Hope Landis The Fish I saw a little fish swimming in the pool, Oh my! but he looked cool; I caught him by the fin And found him very thin. I dropped him on his head And there he lay, Until he swam away Down to his bed. Betty Wood Pilgrims Pilgrims going to and fro, Busy as can be, Preparing a feast and giving thanks that He Had brought them safely through The trials of life in a land quite new. Lois Dernberg Page 11

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President Secretary Treasurer Seventh Grade Zonella Agar Olene G. Lorish Nina D’Ancona Nancy Miller Janet Forbes Suzanne Pfaelzer Edith E. Jackson Adele Whitaker OFFICERS Ee eee Ren VME EA te care Sha et ych ond Loe Janet Forbes Vice-President ee ete ree here se ons Adele Whitaker ih oe RM eI, ROR, Ee | a ee Nancy Miller Re OE te AT See eh has Edith Jackson Colors—Chinese Red and Ivory Asleep at the Post! A squad of soldiers straight and tall Anxiously await the bugle call; In uniforms gay they are dressed Each so straight to look his best. But why is there this sudden delay? We cannot stand like this all day. The bugler passes to and fro, Eager to bugle, “On to the foe!” Each soldier waiting hopefully All eyeing the bugler woefully; But why this waiting? Why not start? Is the General doing it for a lark? And then, alas! the truth leaks out; The jolly captain gives the shout, “The General is asleep!” Tired little boy with paper hat upon your head, Tired little boy, it’s time to go to bed. Janet Forbes Santa Claus It is Christmas Eve—one minute to midnight, The sky is dark, but the stars are bright. Impatient children have long since gone to bed, Waiting for the sound of Santa’s sled; But as they wait, their sleepy eyes do close In dreamland they peacefully doze: They dream sweet dreams of a fairyland Where boys and girls dance hand in hand. Santa’s sleigh softly stops; he takes out the toys, And slides down the chimney without any noise. He stealthily walks to the old fire place Warms his hands and wipes his face, Then places the toys under the tree For girls and boys like you and me; His gay little task is neatly done, He looks at the clock, it is almost one. Back up the chimney and off he starts Back to his workshop in unknown parts. Zonella Agar Page 13