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

Text from Pages 1 - 152 of the 1940 volume:

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Beginning wifh fhe draped lunic of Ancienl Greece for 'rhe Inlermediafe Deparimenf, fhen moving on 'rhrough +he years 'ro lhe woman of Medieval Times, wifh her head-dress drawn loosely abou'r her face, we arrive af 'rhe gay courl' lady of lhe la're sixleenlh and early sevenfeenlh cenlury for +he Juniors. and we dress our Seniors, going our info 'rhis modern world of Turmoil. as she would normally be dressed in 'rhe year of l94O. We have fried 'ro show noi' only ihe advance in dress 'rhroughour fhe years. buf The progress woman has made in freedom and infelligence since her beginning. Jrhus arriving ai Ac'rivi'ries. we find many small figures engaged in many small buf neverfheless imporianl dulies epilomizing lhe busy woman of loday. -Minna Sachs FCREWCRD DEDICATICN Miss Ceorgene Faulkner We, Jrhe Kismei Board of 'I939-1940 dedicale This book To one whom we love and admire, for we know There is no olher so willing lo help us. Her kindness, palience, and bound- less friendship have helped us all many Times: so, lovingly, wilh Jrhanks, we dedicale lhis book To our S+ory Lady 1,y?0 L79wi 'VV MISS GEORGENE FAULKNER MINNA SACHS Editor EXECUTIVE BOARD EDITH JACKSON LOIS HAINSFURTHER BETSY WALLACE JEAN HARVEY Art Editor KISMET 1940 JANE ALTMAN DOROTHY GOES PAT WARTON CENEVRA LORISH EDITIIROSE BANNON CLARIS ROSS LOUISE HARVEY JOAN EVANS ZOE ANN MACAULAY YEAR BOOK BOARD wfr V w z XxC'i'Qk.1i nf x I, , ? ga:-152 +4 FIS? X, if H , I 5? K' , 5 Q1 if M' WZ Q 9' a J if . 12fcj 53.152, - Hi' fab 1--1 5a5i'4Qa,f-. : - 7? ,fpfii-2-:Q wni 2:, H fr Q K- J r 'fig N' L :Pk I A 47? , 'v Q 11 ' f tr F U , .' ,w'1Yiwi' f- , -fit? -1:47-ff' f'.-ff? 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Hullu-rfurnl VV SX' A lxhl. md Q ' - . 4 fy x'fJf YRML vie .xx B af X X X G. ev tg-wg .ag me vm U-.-gggnwfgg' FIFTH GRADE ANITA JANETTE DABROHUA SUSAN BLOCK ANN HERENDEEN SUSAN KUNSTADTER AMY B. LEIBER JOSEPHINE MEYER OFFICERS President ........ ................... A NN HERENDEEN Vice-President .... ........ S USAN KUNSTADTER Secretary ...... ................. S USAN BLOCK Treasurer. . ................ ANITA JANETTE DABROHUA Colors-Rose and Sky Blue F lower--Morning Glory OUT IN THE COUNTRY Out in the country Where the night is still And the soft wind blows Through the big wind mill. Out in the country Where the crickets cry And the nice fresh air is everywhere Up on the hill so high. Out in the country, Will I always stay And never, never Will I go away. -Ann Herendeen CLOUDS The sky is blue, The clouds are new. If I were you, I'd like them, too. So fleecy and white are they, As they glide through the air all day, Like little lambs that gallop and play With Apollo's horses, so big and gray. --Josephine Meyer PAGE 13 ACHILLES Achilles was a hero bold. His horses were the best, In Zeus' armor he was clad, Xanthus and Balius by name, The spear of Chiron in his hand A worthy son of Peleus he, And the might of Athene in his heart. A true Greek hero, At Troy by the sea. -Anita Dabrohua BAD BOY I am going to tell you a story about a little boy seven years old. His name is James Brown. Now this little boy just could not be good. So, I am going to tell you one of his mischievous tricks. . One day Mrs. Brown went to the market. Before she went, she said, James, you stay in the house and practice your piano lesson while I go to market. Noi said James, I want to go fishing down in the old creek. James, his mother replied, if you go fishing against my wishes, you will be punished very severely. All right,', answered James, but everything happens to me. So his mother went out and James sat down to his practicing. A short time later, the door bell rang. When James went to answer the bell, he found the butcher's boy at the door. Q The boy said, This is the fish for supper. Your mother sent it home. Put it in the ice boxf, After the boy had gone, James got an idea. He said to himself, I will put the fish in the bath tub, fill it up with water and then I will get a bamboo pole and tie a string to itf' So he took a hairpin and made it into a hook. I-Ie tied the hairpin to the string. Then he played fishing in the bath tub. In a little while, the bath room and James were very wet. 4 Not long after, his mother came home. When she found out what James was doing, she did just what she had said she would do. James never forgot it. -Susan Kunstadter. THE SUN RISING 'OVER THE LAKE The sun is round and beautiful, All red and round on the deep blue of the lake. The sun glows like a ball of fire, And the lake sparkles like dew drops on the flowers. -Susan Block SKATING Skating, skating, over the pond so blue, Skating, skating, sliding and skimming through, Skating, skating, the wind blowing so bold, Blowing, blowing, until it makes me cold. -fosephine Meyer PAGE 14 SIXTH GRADE MARILYNNE BALLINGER SALLY BOWES . JULIANNE JOHNSON JUDY MACKENSEN DAWN RUTHERFORD GLORIA JEAN TEN HOOR OFFICERS ,. Pf8Sid6lll ....... ............... M ARILYNNE BALLINGER V ice-President ..... ................... J UDY MACKENSEN Secretary ....... ....... D AWN RUTHERFORD Treasurer... .................... GLORIA JEAN TEN HOOR Colors-Dark Blue and Cold F lower-Yellow Rose THE LITTLE GROUNDHOG The groundhog poked his nose outside And he did feel so sad-oh, Because the sun was shining bright, He knew heid see his shadow. He scampered back into his hole And almost got a splinter, For he stumped his toe and knew right then We'd have six weeks more of winter. -Marilynne Ballinger THE SEASONS Winter is a cold time When rough winds blow High drifts of snow, And Christmas bells all chime. Then comes the spring, When all God,s life is gay. His children dance and play While robins sweetly sing. Summer nights are warm When fireflies dart by, Like stars in a deep blue sky, Before a thunder storm. Autumn woods are my delight When leaves are painted red and yellow By Jack Frost, a funny fellow, With. his colors bright. -Judy Mackensen PAGE 15 PAGE 16 SLIPPING? First of all when you're on the ice, You can't be naughty, you have to be nice. When other skaters come whizzing by, That's no time to look at the sky. For the minute you turn your head around, Boom! you'll fall right on the ground. So, if to you this is news, You better watch your P's and Q's. -Marilynne Ballinger A SPRING MORNING In the very early morning, When the sun shines really bright And the dew is on the ground, A spring morn is a pretty sight. When the trees begin to blossom And the leaves are very green, The air smells fresh and sweet, A spring morn is a lovely scene. -Sally Bowes THE APPLE BLOSSOM An apple blossom is a dainty thing With its pink and white petals in the spring, And gifts of fragrance for you and me, Q Of nectar, loved by the Honey Bee. -Judy M ackensen THE BLUE BELL'S LIFE Flowers are gay In the sun,s bright ray. They smell so sweet If the rain does not beat, And the tinkling sound Of the Blue Bells 'round And' the song they sing, We enjoy the spring, But we must fade away When the autumn comes, For so our short life runs. --Dawn Rutherford MY DREAMS As snow is falling all around, My mind wanders far away To a land I've never seen Where the sun shines bright all day. As I sail to the land of sunshine Across the ocean blue, I'll let my thoughts linger Back here in the snow with you. -Gloria Ten H oor SNOW The sky it darkens, The wind it stops, Suddenly the air is snowy white. You stop your play, You look around, And there, before you on the ground, Lies the first fall of snow. Then, out bursts the glorious sun, Turning to diamonds the glistening snow, And through the day the diamonds shine And in the night, and in the night The moon lights up the beautiful sight. -Julianne Johnson PAGE 17 if 1 . X , Q J V, , v , I' 1 v -W W4 .M MIM . 2-311 . f I X' Y , fg, 'I 40 D I 7 N a.,..,0'iJLfff -5 0 ff ff Mfr! M EQQEQ. . A 'J 1 ,' vi hw! y v M -I I wif. N S .Af .Mew f, L ao-9 GRADES SEVENTH AND EIGHTH i E 552 is 3 , ESQ.-LQ... - m-3.9, ULWH f j A- ff' 'G :Mm M U Ju V wif E ,pw '3 Lufjlmb' TOP ROW, 101.1 In riglztz nav. B. llufmann. .-X. Talmun, B. Ryvruft, A. ,Innrw SILYQUJYII ROW, lofi 10 right: 3 9' U. Sl'llHlill, ll. Cnlllivlr. D. Voss, K. AINIt'l'i0I'I. li AIlIl'K!0Ck THIRD ROW, lvfl 10 riglllz v rg J. I.0c'sc1r, J. Harvey, N. A. Pemwf. B. Wnurlsimls-, C. Ke-Hy ,. .,l I r A '1:0TT0.11 ROW, feff 10 right: ' Nl. xvillliifll, N. B. Walter, P. Cates, M. Opler, M. J. Baackes ,. gf . ,S PAGE 18 X X .4 1 A ' I -15'cKv:5,g1g1'v 1:'rf 11w'f4f.,- Vi,-3,wmff.:ga1 J- ,5 ' - wp me Ig if wav fag' 'fs n 'mm SEVENTH GRADE MARY JAC BAACKES BARBARA HOFMAN ANNE JONES MARILYN JOY LORENZE MICKEY OPLER BARBARA RYCROF T AUDREY LOU STERN NELLY BELLE WALTER MARJORIE WILHARTZ OFFICERS President ........ .................. M ARY JAC BAACKES Vice-President ..... ..... B ARBARA RYCROFT Secretary ...... . . . . . .... BARBARA HOFMANN Treasurer. . ..................... ............ A NNE JONES Colors-Royal Blue and Silver F lower-Lily-of-the-Valley AN AVENUE HWALLED INN BY TREES Like soldiers standing in a row With tall green hats upon their headsg With golden buckles showing through A fuzzy green fur on their hatsg The only sound the rustling of the leaves, As if elves were scampering through the trees To escape being seen by passers-by. -Marjorie Wilhartz THE COLD NORTH WIND From the north the wind descending Froze the rivers in the meadow, Forced the hares to run for cover, Caused the owls to stand and shiver. Gave all nature a look of bleakness, Brought the cold and icy winters To the land of sun and flowers, To the land of carefree days. -Mickey Opler PAGE 19 MARY ANNE'S SURPRISE A long time ago, in the year 1789, there lived a little girl named Mary Anne Sul' livan. The Sullivan family had just come over from Ireland and had lost nearly all of their money. They had built a small home in Massachusetts and, because of the care they had taken, they were getting along well on what little money they had. - Just after they had come, George Washington had been inaugurated first presi- dent of the United States. Mary Anne's fondest wish was to see him. One day Mrs. Sullivan said to Mary Anne, Child, go into the woods and gather as much wood as you can. We have little left. Mary Anne went into the woods and just as she came to a pile of good wood, she heard something move near her. She thought that it was just her imagination but soon found that it was not, as a beautiful hound came out from behind a bush. She decided she would ask permission to keep him, so she led him to her home. Her mother gave her permission. Soon after that George Washington sent word that his fine hound was missing and a reward would be given to the finder. Maybe this is President Washingtonis hound, said Mary Anne. In her nicest handwriting, Mary Anne wrote to the President telling him of the dog she had at her home. Three weeks later the President himself arrived at the Sullivan home. He claimed the hound, and the reward was given to Mary Anne. But the reward was not what Mary Anne expected. What would you like? he asked her. Now the only thing she wanted was to see the beautiful home of the Washingtons in Mt. Vernon. Bashfully, she told this to Washington. Your wish shall be granted, he told her. I will come for you and your parents tomorrowf' Never had Mary Anne been so excited. When Washington left, Mrs. Sullivan laughed and said in her Irish way, Faith, and maybe we need a bit more wood. -Marjorie Wilhartz THE COLD NORTH WIND From the North the wind does blow Over the trees and through the snow. From hill to hill and tree to tree The wind makes a sound like a bumble bee. The wind is strong, cold, and raw. As it blows it sounds just like a saw. It freezes the rivers, falls, and trees, When the cold north wind is in the breeze. -Mary Iac Baackes PACE 20 1f1 V-I '12'F ' ' fi ' A MIDNIGHT MURDER Mr. Knight lived in a very old house Away up on a hill. One night he let his servant go out, The servant called Faithful Bill. Faithful Bill went out of the house And started down the hill, While Mr. Knight sat watching him Watching from the windowsill. He looked at him with glaring eyes From the window of the house, And then put on his coat and hat And crept out like a mouse. Mr. Knight started out in the dark Following the footsteps of Bill And finally came nearer and nearer to him About the middle of the hill. When all of a sudden Bill turned around And saw those glary eyes Coming closer and closer to him With the face in a disguise. Mr. Knight walked closer and closer, Wihile Bill stood there paralyzed, But in the meantime in the bushes Was one more pair of eyes. These were the eyes of Policeman Jim Who was walking up the hill, When all of a sudden he heard a scream From old faithful Bill. Policeman J im ran toward the scream Running faster and faster, While Mr. Knight was pulling a knife To cause Bill great disaster. Policeman J im saw the knife Coming closer and closer to Bill And shot it right out of Knight's hand And it went rolling down the hill. Policeman Jim caught Mr. Knight And saved old faithful Billg Then Mr. Knight wen right to jail, For attempted murder on the hill. -Barbara Rycrofl PAGE 21 THEQHAUNTED'HOUSE In the forest upon a hill, Stood an old house silent and still. The windows were broken And for miles around, You couldn't hear a single sound. It was dark and dreary inside this house, The furniture was broken in every room, And in the kitchen stood An old dusty broom. As I walked up to the attic, I saw upon the floor Two green eyes staring at me And I ran till I couldn't run any more. I ran out into the forest And to my dismay I saw Each tree turn into large green eyes, And I thought my own were telling lies. The next thing I knew, I heard someone call, I turned around to look- To remember that I was just reading a book. -Audrey Lou Stern BOREAS F iercely blew the icy wind, Leaving its arctic throne, Up the valley to the North, Somber clouds arose, Hiding wholly mountain peaks, Covered with their snows. Darker, darker grew the sky, Zig-zag lightning flashed, Thunders rolled and roared, Winds through canyons dashed. Cattle frightened, heads in air, Ran for shelter near. Chores were done and errands run Cabin safe from fear. PAGE 22 Trees were heard to crack and crash Fall with thund'rous groan. Morning came. Oh, dismal sight! Trees up-rooted lay, Flat as grain upon the fields In the month of May. Ended was the fearful storm, Quiet, abashed, the wind Sadly contemplated how Greatly it had sinned. -Nelly Belle Waller L hi. X ,,,,,p,,, ,,,.1,, EIGHTH GRADE KAY ANDERSON PHYLLIS GATES HARRIET GOTTLIEB JOAN HARVEY CORENNE KELLY JEAN LEESER ELAINE MURDOCK NANCY ANN PENCE GLORIA SCHMITT ARIEL TATMAN DONNA VOSS BUNNY WOODSIDE OFFICERS President ....... .................. B UNNY WOODSIDE Vice-President .... ..... K AY ANDERSON Secretary ....... .... P HYLLIS GATES Treasurer .... ....,.......... ................. J E AN LEESER Colors-Powder Blue and White F lower-Forget-me-not A SONG TO FAULKNER Faulkner, we,ll always be true to you, We will cherish you day by day, Faulkner, we,ll always remember' you. In our hearts there's a place Where you'll stay, And our memories will always be happy ones, Not a tear or a single regret, For the days that we spent as pupils all Are the days we will never forget. MOVIES Movies are the spice of life, Yet parents think theyire a strife. lt,s funny that parents can not see What movies mean to you and me. --Sadie lean Leeser There's nothing like a western thriller, A good love story, Or killer-diller. Yes, it's funny parents can't see What movies mean to you and me. --Katharine Anderson PAGE 23 FLAME: A HORSE OF THE DAYS OF KING ARTHUR I am Flame. In my day I was the favorite charger of a great and noble knight. Listen, I will tell you my story. I was foaled one July evening many years ago in the stables of King Arthur at the castle of Camelot. My mother was Nolette, palfrey of the gracious Queen Guinevere. My sire was Rex, courser of Sir Launcelot. My keeper named me Flame, because of the shiny bay of my coat. At that time little did I dream that I was to become the charger of the great King Arthur. When I had reached the age of three, I was presented by Sir Launcelot to King Arthur, who, at the sight of me, was overjoyed. He came over to me and patted my muzzle. I nuzzled him and pawed the ground with my white forefoot. Little did he know how anxious I was to accompany him to battle. This I was not to do for many long weeks. One morning I heard my keeper say that I was to hunt. How thrilled I was when I heard this! I was brushed until my coat shone like burnished gold. I shall never forget how excited I was. Finally, my saddle was put on. Oh, how fine it felt! That hunt was the beginning of a lifetime of adventure for me. I was at last a charger. A few years after that first hunt, I was to have the most terrifying experience of my life. One day there came into the great hall a lady who besought help of King Arthur. The good king himself was to accompany her. We started out. The maiden told my master of a false and terrible knight called Sir Cantrell. This evil man was holding this fair lady's sister prisoner in his castle. She besought Arthur to help her which he willingly promised to do. After a three-days' ride we came upon the castle of our enemy. Here Arthur challenged the knight of the castle. Such a battle then began as I have never before seen. The king spurned defeat and was ever urging me. At one time, when the lance of my master's opponent was about to hit me, I reared. The lance, however, had done its work. I had been stabbed through my white forefoot. I crashed to the ground. My master fell with me and was knocked senseless by our fall. His opponent rushed up on foot, and would have slain my master, had I not kicked him to the ground. When King Arthur recovered and heard what I had done, he had me shipped home in an ox cart. When I reached my stall, I found that my wound would heal but that I should always be lame! So here have I lived by the order of my master, and here I shall live to the end of my days. Now, have you heard the story of Flame. -loan Woodside PAGE 24 BEAR 1N MIND As my friends know, I am very fond of Teddy bears, so while traveling in the north woods a few summers ago, I was always on the look-out for them. It happened while we were traveling from Lake Louise to Banff in an open bus, that we stopped at Kicking Horse Camp, which is at Kicking Horse Canyon. Our driver had told me that a bear had broken into the supply house of the camp the night before and they had had a hard time getting him out. After a pleasant lunch, we all climbed back into the bus, when suddenly we gave a start. There was Mr. Bear coming towards us! Now all the experience I had had with bears had been in a department store, and so you see I did not know very much about them. Because all toy bears have that take-me-home look, I thought real ones would, toog so, before they could stop me, I was out of the bus and running to my new-found toy. He approached me growling. I realized my mistake too late, but was it too late? I ran back to the bus as fast as my legs would carry me, and I was not a minute too soong the door was closed behind me and we started off. I looked back to see him waddling over to the supply house. We saw many other bears that trip, but I did not try to make friends with any more of them. -Elaine Murdock JACK AND JILL ,lack and Jill went down the hill To fetch a pail of water, ,lack was married and had six sons, But Jill had only a daughter. They lived in a little white cottage On top of a big green hill, And Jill always kept some Howers On her kitchen window sill. --loan Harvey PAGE 25 FACES IN THE CROWD Having nothing to do during a twenty-minute wait, I sat down in Grand Central's immense waiting room feeling extremely bored. A young nurse was seated opposite me. Her face, though young, was tired and careworn. Her dark hair was curled about her face, and her eyelashes dropped lower and lower as she rested her head upon her hand. I have often wondered if she safely reached her home. Fumbling with his hat in one hand and holding a package in the other was a young man with an extremely anxious look on his face. I wondered about him until, ten minutes later, he rushed up to a young lady, who undoubtedly was as anxious as he himself. Happy birthday, darling, he said to the pretty young miss, and her blue eyes shone as she smiled. She had golden hair and wore a gray cloth coat and hat. I shall never forget her expression as he handed her the package. So interested was I in their seeming romance that I scarcely noticed that my right foot was outthrust. I never became really conscious of the fact until a young man about three and a half years of age calmly tripped over my cumbersome shoe. Did I say calmly? If I did, I was entirely wrong. As I picked up the fallen sailor, for a sailor suit complete with whistle was the gentleman's garb, his face puokered up and some enthusiastic bellowing followed. I was at a loss till up came nursie and, after receiving my apologies, she led young Columbus away. One face I saw that night I shall never forget if I live to be a hundred. A little old woman with snow-white hair hobbled over to the ticket window. She seemed so lost and yet there was a look of determined courage on her face. Poor soul, she was so afraid and was trying so hard to conceal it. I was just starting over to help her when, guided by a lovely dog, came an old gentleman. F ind Mary, Jock, he said, whereupon the old lady rushed over to him. There were tears in her eyes as she spoke, and they went away together. Who says waiting for trains is tedious? -foan Woodside IT WAS ONLY A PIN There was once a tiny, tiny mouse Who lived in a great, big house. His nest, a tiny little hole in the hall, Where the cats never seemed to crawl. Now this little mouse had to go to school, As other normal mice do as a rule, But he was the smallest and bravest of all, And they followed him at the teacher's first call. Now on this day they heard something fallg And it frightened little Wilber first of all. After awhile when their trembling had stopped, They found that only a pin had dropped. --Gloria Schmitt PACE 26 THE SEEING EYE DOG Yesterday in Sunday School we had a pleasant surprise. Mr. Frank, a blind man, talked to us and showed us pictures on the Seeing Eye Dog in Morristown, New Jersey. First he told us about the dogs. He said, 'gThe youngest dogs are twelve months old. They have smaller dogs for smaller people and bigger dogs for bigger people. It takes three to four years to train the dog to obey orders, three months to learn directions and one month to accustom him to his master or mistress. If the dog picks something up he is trained to cross behind and come around on the side. For if he should go in front of the master he might trip him. Then he showed us pictures. The dog led him off the stage down the aisle to the movie projector. He himself, although totally blind, operated the machine. The pictures first showed Mr. Frank taking a newcomer to his room. He took his hand and ran it all along the railing of the stairs down the hall to his room. He showed him all around his room just as if he could see everything. The man unpacked his clothes by himself and was ready for the training of the dog. i He was taken out with a dog and a trainer to guide him. When the dog came to a corner he would stop and look once to the right and then to the left, if there were no cars coming he would walk across the street. At the top of the elevated stairs or street curbs, he would stop so that his master could get his footing. While he was walking down the street, if a stray dog came up and tried to play, he would politely ignore the dog, for he knew his duty was to keep his master out of danger. When the dog had led his master to a meal, the dog lay beside or under the table at his feet. One very interesting thing the pictures showed was when Mr. Frank and the dog dived off a raft and the dog guided him to shore. In the library of the house, they had Braille dominos, Braille books, and Braille clocks. After the pictures he invited us to ask him any questions we wanted to know. I asked, If you were a stranger in Chicago and wanted to go to Marshall Field's how would you know how to get there?,, He answered, I would ask someone how many blocks to the right and how many to the left, and I would have to count them. That is the only thing the dog could not do. We all asked him so many questions I think he was worn out. I think the Seeing Eye Dog is one of the most remarkable things I know of. -Sadie lean Leeser PAGE 27 THE LOST LETTER A man dressed in the brown leather dress of the pony express days was galloping for all he was worth down a well-beaten path. Not only was he afraid of Indians but also of not getting the mail in on time. Unseen by him, a square brown envelope slipped out of the mail sack, which, in his haste, he had failed to fasten securely. Galloping on, he was soon over the hill. Soon a brown-skinned Indian, stealing silently out of the woods, spied the envelope and, with a grunt of delight, seized it and, carrying it back to his camp, he delivered it to his chief. They placed it carefully away, where it was safe from all other hands. Ugh,'i said the chief, maybe we gettum paid. 56Ugh.97 Twenty years later, a little girl was seated in the attic of her home. She was rather poorly dressed and, as she explored into depths of the attic, she said with a sigh, Oh, how I wish we had some money. We can't afford anything other girls' families can!,' She went downstairs and for at least the twentieth time bemoaned her woes to her sympathetic mother. I know,H said Mrs. Miller, but you know what happened. Oh, tell me againli' said Ann, for she loved to hear that story and spent many hours imagining happy endings for it. It all began twenty or so years ago, when my Uncle Brady discovered the oil vein in his yard. He made his fortune that way and promised us a part of it, as we owned some of his land-your father and I did. But if he gave us some, why aren't we rich, Mother?,' asked Ann. It never came, said her mother. Uncle Brady died soon afterward, and then his whole fortune was to come to us. We know he must have willed it to us, but neither the will nor the money turned up. It was discovered that he had hidden the money, so I suppose it will never, never be found. My, sighed Ann, isn't it pathetic? Here we could be so rich and have nice clothes, and go out, and everything, but no! we're just poor, common people. She sounded so doleful that her mother cheered her up and said, Now, don't be too sad. It'll probably be found. Several weeks later, Ann went out to the country for a visit. One day she was exploring with her cousin, Bob. HThis was an Indian camp 'fore it was burnt to the groundf' How exciting! Ann exclaimed. Maybe we'll find a treasure or somethingf' They didn't find a treasure, but they did find something else. That was a black box, covered with charcoal, buried in an old tree. They took it home and broke it open and found a brown envelope. Let's show it to Mother. So they took it to Ann's mother, and, as she figured out the faded, old-fashioned handwriting, Mrs. Miller turned deadly white. Ann! Oh, Ann! It's the will, it's the will! she managed to say. A little piece of paper fluttered down to the ground. Picking it up, Ann saw a diagram with a big X on it. Look, Mom, she cried with delight, here's where he buried the treasure! So with great rejoicings, Ann and her mother returned to the city, all the way discussing the party they would give and the clothes they could now buy. Learn to be patient, said Mother, and remember that you have to dig for life's treasures. -Nancy Ann Pence PAGE 28 INDIAN SUMMER As the brilliant leaves come down In colors of red and golden brown, The Indian spirits come out of eternity To spend a moon of revelry. As the winds rustle in the grass, The Indians come, each lad and lass, To their teepees, one by one, Softly, silently, their spirits come. To dance in glee and revel in joy, Comes each little Indian girl and boyg As harvest moons come and go Each Indian then shall know That Lady Autumn beckons them home So that their souls no farther roam, To rest in autumn, oh, yes, to rest As Lady Nature's welcome guest. So watch for them and you shall sec Hundreds of spirits all on a spreeg Each Indian woman and each man On their Happy Hunting Grounds again. -Corenne Kelly COMPARISONS Eighth Graders- These Glamour Girlsfl Order Committee- Coast Guard. A-1-'s- Miracles for Sale? Intermediates- Babes in Arms. Mr. and Mrs. Oberndorfer-- They Shall Have Musicf 1:15- Gone with the Wind'7 Taffy- The Under Pup. September 19-June 7-'4March of Time. Homework-'6Night Work. The Drill-4'Stand Up and Cheerf' Donna Voss PAGE 29 A PICTURE Two nights before we left camp, we had a large camp fire when everyone in camp was present. In single file from our unit, we all marched down the road till we came to an an old Indian trail. At the entrance to the trail, each of us was given a small twig from a fir tree. We continued down the trail which was cut through a small forest of evergreens. Then we reached the camp fire, which was situated a short distance from our bathing beach, on a bluff overlooking the lake. I think that I shall never forget the sight. The night was clear and the moon was full and shining brightly. There seemed to be millions of stars out, all twinkling and sparkling in the heavens. The camp fire burned brightly and it seemed to light up the face of everyone. The director of our camp made a short talk. Then a chorus of girls in boats below began to sing, and we could hear the faint echo of their voices in the distance. When we looked at them, they were silhouetted against the water below. After that we marched down and put our small pieces of fir tree in the fire and went back to our units. It was indeed a very lovely ceremony, and I think that none of us will ever forget it. At least I know it will always be in my book of beautiful memories. Phyllis Cates A-SITTIN' Ahim jest a lil'l colah'd boy, A-settin' by the rivah, Vlfatchin' thet steamboat go chuggin, by, Watchin' thet snake wif a shivah. Smokin' mah pipe that mah Mammy forbade, Wif thet ol' Mississippi swimmin' round in my haid, Wah look at thet tree, it am plumb upsahd down. Go on ya' ghostly thing, put your raht end to the groun'. Heah comes mah Pappy, wantin, me ter chop dat wood. Ah,d get outa it ef'n Ah could, Ah jest rathah set heah, raht wheah Ah like, ' A-sittin, dis log, a-smokin' mah pipe. I -Donna Voss PAGE 30 FRESHMAN I '1.:' If 5 f ' 'f .L 6 I 59 kgxx I ! ,, , 4 A Y f f F M W X H XX z ,. f , ' I R J if ni, fx dehu M KVEY FRESHMAN CLASS LOIS ALTSCHULER ELAINE CHAPMAN LUCILE DOROTHY COHEN JOAN EVANS DOROTHY F ELBER GLORIA JUNE FRANK NANCY LEE GOODMAN HELEN HERENDEEN MARY RUTH HERTZMAN GLORIA L. HEYWANG President .... Vice-President .... Secretary-Treasurer. . . Athletic Representative. . LETITIA LANE ZOE ANN MACAULAY PATSY MARKS SALLY MILLER JOAN MONROE GLORIA MURPHY MARY ALICE PIPER ALICE UTLEY ELAINE WILHARTZ OFFICERS . . . . . . .SALLY MILLER . . . . .GLORIA JUNE FRANK . . . .ELAINE WILHARTZ . . . .JOAN MONROE My 4, 5 Colors-Light Blue 2 if Flowers-Sweetheart Roses IQ - P ., I S , Motto-A chain is no stronger -:I N 7: I if' J than its weakest link THE F IREF LY I never saw a fairy A-dancing on the green But I've glimpsed the fairies' lanterns, The strangest ever seen. Everyone can see them If they would only look, Flitting through the bushes In every hidden nook. To you and me, it,s just a bug, But to the elves and gnomes They are the fairy footlights Of the fairy hippodrome. PAGE 32 -Gloria Murphy ., V. get ww LOIS ALTSCHULER ELAINE CHAPMAN a l!bJ1iL,JC44420l0vMd U ciclczd :u?g1 fy ,cv LUCILE DOROTHY COHE JOAN EVANS l t LOIS ALTSCHULER Lois is one of the many new girls in our class this year. We are very proud of her because, in the short time that she has been with us, she has imbibed so much of the Faulkner spirit. ELAINE CHAPMAN Elaine's long fingernails, of which she is very proud, are envied by many of us. Although not new to the school, she is new to our class and we all consider her a big addition. DOROTHY COHEN Although Dorothyis seldom with us when school begins, she makes up for lost time after she arrives. We wish that we knew her as well as the Tardiness Committee, but all kidding aside, she's one swell gal. JOAN EVANS Joan's new this year, but she's already done a lot for our class. Her good directing and almost entire writing of our chapel program and stunt were responsible for its success. - PAGE 33 J QM' I g,f.zJ. gf -b,a,Lff 1 PAGE 34 PROGRESS? At fifteen plainly I recall We had no beauty shops at all, No telephoneg no radio And very oft nowhere to go. I had a good dress and a pair of shoes, And never asked for anything new. But now it seems that all you girls .lust have to have a ,couple of curlsg And now those dresses, hats and all, And even those upumpsi' to make you tall. In school you sit and dream of boys- Gee! the way she groans, it's a terrible noise. And then on Friday a date with Joe, But then EXAMS and Ma says, Noi So my dear, say to your friends Please try to make amends. At fifteen now, though lean or fat, A girl must have a fancy hat, That she, whatever's going on, The proper dress for it may dong That Sunday best which I recall Today would never do at all. -loan Evans is for fun-we have lots here. is for athletics-with its joy and fear. is for understanding-that we are sure to get. is for lessons-we all have our pet. is for knowledge-we'll get with a sprint is for news our Kismet will print. is for each girl to our heart so near. is for remembrance of our School so dear. -Elaine Chapman fg:.?'-irnht-'5F5EigsLis3 aj'L12I'fffyr -w 1xr '1F-2' Wu fY'f'Ff'HW '!WYl A !k 1P- ' ' ' f if' '? Il ' ' ' ' 'V' It 4. ' . SU, QA-sr-0.9-QZLJLQI gs-cv? i DOROTHY FELBER GLORIA FRANK , ima 'll ' 'Q' 1...f4 nf-fu-ol MJLJ Mum fm NANCY LEE GOODMAN .olo-K' HELEN HERENDEEN DOROTHY FELBER Dottie is another of these vim, vigor, and vitalityi' girls and although she is one of the smallest girls in the class, she makes up for size in both word and mouth. GLORIA FRANK ' Frankenstein is a good student and pretty fair athlete, besides. Although she says she'd rather be in Lake Forest, we think that she would be lonely without us. NANCY LEE GOODMAN If Nancy keeps up her candid camera work, sheill soon have her pictures published in 4'Life. She's new, she likes riding and swimming, and she,s a good sport. HELEN HERENDEEN ' Helen is one of our best riders. She and '4Lady Helen, her horse, have ridden in many horse shows together. PAGE 35 for a..,4.4,Q-Q-W Af-Ji., PAGE 36 THE SEASONS I like winter, and when there's snow We take our sled and away we gog Oh! what fun to skate on the ice, To coast down a hill is ever so nice. Then along comes spring When the trees bud again, And a saucy old robin Seems to usher it in. The summer it comes I To help ripen the grain, We swelter in heat And pray it will rain. Then along comes fall, Turning leaves so gay, The trees are so beautiful, We wish they could stay. I like all the seasons, Each has its own joysg Which one do I like best? I haven't a choice. -Mary Alice Piper NIGHT LIGHTS I love to go out riding at night, And see the lights, they shine so bright, The light of the moon on the water afar, Or the clear white light of some distant star, And the lights up and down some skyscraper tall, But the lights on the ads are the brightest of all. -Z oe Ann M acaula 7 1. 'i'-vw 4, 4.1 fl? f ef L MARY RUTH HERTZMAN GLORIA HEYWANG LETITIA LANE ZOE ANN MACAULAY ve-1,-we ' y l MARY RUTH HERTZMAN Another Einstein as far as algebra goes and practically every other subject. Marf Ruth has made a name for herself during the past semester. GLORIA HEYWANG A It was a happy day for us when New York lost Gloria, but she still represents that city with her eastern accent which is a joy to us all. LETITIA LANE We're all fond of wllishief' and we expect to see her performing terpsichorean feats before an audience, some day. ZOE ANN MACAULEY Zo Ann is considered the brains of the class and is one of the most popular girls in the class. Zoe has helped many a poor little Latin or French pupil with her work at various times-thanks be! The line will form to the left. PAGE 37 Jf' W' J, .. J' rr ' L' W' 4 1 of , Q ., ebay 1 Y if jk nl 'Ph . l si! gy if My, JMD! 'J fa 34 TRYING THEIR WINGS Christopher and Jenny Wren lived in a little log cabin with a green roof and a front porch. It was on a trellis about three feet away from a big sand-colored house where some people lived. The Wrens liked their house and every spring when the weather became warm they would fly up to northwestern Indiana to build their next in the little log cabin. One spring, Jenny laid six beautiful eggs and in a short time they hatched into six fuzzy young wrens. Their names were Jean, Jane, Joan, Jack, Jim, and Christopher, Jr. Late in June, the Wrens became too big for the house and wanted to fly away. Jack was the bravest, so he stuck his head halfway out the small round door. This was his first view of the outside world, and soon he withdrew his head and sat in the house for a while. A short time later he started ,out again. Christopher, Sr., seeing this, brought a juicy worm but would not go close enough to let Jack have itg so Jack pushed with his wings and feet till he was out on the porch where he could get the worm. Soon Junior followed him, and a short while later Jim went out. Jack sat on the porch railing and, after waving his wings and saying Good-bye, he flew away. Jim watched this feat with admiring eyes and decided to try it, too. He hopped on to the railing, gave himself a push, and flew haphazardly to the trellis where he shut his eyes and clung to it. Soon he walked along the trellis to the back of the roof, hopped upon the roof, walked up one side and down the other, and jumped back on to the porch. But Jim was not one to be daunted and after a short time he Hew away. The others, too, after various trials flew off, leaving the house, very cold and deserted, to their parents. It's lots of work to keep them alive when they're here, remarked Jenny that night, as they were sitting alone on the porch, but I do so hate to see them go. -Mary Ruth H ertzman THE STORM I arose one stormy day, The streets were wet, The sky was gray. The thunder roared, the lightning flashed, And people in slickers Everywhere dashed. How shall I get to school today? I asked myself With much dismay. Why go at all? I thought, thought I, Some other day All will be dry. --Zoe Ann, Macaulay PACE 38 P WWW L,i.l WM gyffifwi ,QUM w dx ' . PATSY MARKS LVM U prfgfylg, SALLY MILLER .r JW WM ,pfuwgi by my 9 J 915 fir JOAN MONROE GLORIA MURPHY PATSY MARKS Pat is generally known about school for her giggling and her rare fand howl sense of humor. She has always lent a helping hand when called upon and therefore has a winning way with everyone. SALLY MILLER The Freshmen are very happy in having Sally as their president this year. A hard worker and a comedian, she is respected and enjoyed by each and everyone of her classmates. JOAN MONROE ,loan is one of the strongest pillars of the Freshman foundation. Known through- out the school for her willingness to help at all times, she has spread a ray of sunshine with a burst of laughter on all occasions. GLORIA MURPHY Gloriais quick thinking has helped the class a number of times. We are certain that if she had her way, she would change the entire Latin language to help herself out during class. PAGE 39 LJ' PAGE 4-0 BROWN IE He wasn't very tall, There wasn't really much of him at all. The way he got around And the places he was found! Friends he was busily acquiring, But somtimes, too, he could be tiring. His manners were atrocious, And his temper was ferocious. To people he was just a mut, But to me he was a perfect pup. -Patsy Marks THE FRESHMAN IN STUDY HALL fTime: First Week of Schoolj I donit believe that very much work Is ever done at all, Because the freshmen sit and scowl When they're in study hall. Paper wads and scribbled notes Are strewn about the floor, And all eyes watch what's happening Beyond the open door. There are some who work quite well. And get their work all done, While others giggle and write notes, Intent on having fun. But as the year grows older, And problems pile up tall, The freshmen will settle down And work in study hall. -Sally Miller 7a,l. wif' u70 l' fM10JA,. MARY ALICE P PER ALICE UTLEY . Zim M ELAINE WILHARTZ 5. ,E,. 6-Oi: MARY ALICE PIPER Mary Alice comes farther every morning than any of us, but have you ever seen her late? What is the moral, Freshmen? ALICE UTLEY Alice returned to us this year and was most welcome. Alice has come in very handy when the class is asked a difficult question in English. Little Alice practically always UD pops up with the answer. ELAINE WILHARTZ Elaine and her contagious giggle spread sunshine over the Freshman class. No one's lunch is safe from her if it contains an olive. Green, black, or stuffed, it does not matter to Elaine. PACE 4-1 WHAT? What's the sense of I..atin?', I've often wearily said. It keeps me studying late at night, When I'd rather be in bed. Words keep running through my mind, And tenses make me scream, Future indicative verbs and such Are driving me mad, it would seem. I've often really wondered Who could so have blundered, And put such a burden On this poor bewildered race. But if there wasn't Latin, There'd be something worse instead To tax my poor befuddled brain And keep me out of bed. -A lice U tley AN OWL IN CAPTIVITY As I was walking along one evening in a wooded piece of land, I suddenly stopped as there was a good deal of commotion going on in the grass a few feet ahead of me. There in plain view was a screech owl chasing a stray field mouse. fl imagine that it was a field mouse, for it was in the w0ods.J In another minute there was no mouse for the owl had devoured the unfortunate creature. I was fascinated and decided to follow the owl for I thought that it would lazy along home. But I was mistaken and before I knew it, the owl had disappeared. As it was too dark now to do a lot of searching, I returned home. The following morning I got up at five o'clock. After a hurried dressing and breakfast, I started out to find my owl. After two and a half hours of searching and listening for its screech, I finally found the nest in an old tree stump. I approached cautiously and not until I was about three feet away did the old mother owl spring into the air, leaving five white eggs helpless in the nest. I reproached myself for having frightened the mother from her nest, fearing that she might stay away and keep the eggs from hatching. But much to my relief, she came back and in a week the owlets were hatched. At my next visit the owlets seemed quite friendly, for undoubtedly they were too young to know any danger from mankind. As the mother was away and as I had bought frogs at a fish-baiting stand, I fed the owls. This continued every day for a week and at last one of the little owls took such a fancy to me and seemed to think I was a second mother, that one day he followed me home. At first I couldn't believe my eyes, but there it was toddling along behind me. I thought of putting it back in the nest but decided to take it home with me, for it would get good care and there would be one less mouth to feed at the nest. PAGE 42 I picked up the little thing and carried it home in my hat. The owl enjoyed the free ride immensely and its solemn look seemed to change to one of pleasure. In the barn I measured off four and a half square feet for its pen. Before I go farther, I think I ought to tell about its appearance. Its face had the usual aspect, a solemn, wise expression. At first I could not tell whether the owl was to be gray like its mother or red. The feathers were staring to grow and she had an untidy yet comical look about them. He waddled along like a duck. Ozz four owll seemed to think he owned the barn, for whenever we turned the cow in, he would screech until we gave him a mouse. Thus mice became fewer and fewer, and the question was how to keep him still. At last we decided to keep him in a box in the kitchen in the daytime and at night put him in the barn, so as to keep him from thinking that the barn was his. Ozz became tame as fast as he grew. He was a due credit to his gray mother. About this time I thought the pet ought to have his freedom, but to my surprise he flew back into the barn with the air of someone being robbed of his home. He remained in the barn until one night, while we were putting our automobile away, he was killed chasing a mouse. We felt as though we were murderers but comforted ourslves with the thoughts that our beloved pet did not suffer. Whenever I think of Ozz, this poem comes into my mind. It was written by Gilbert Pearson. 0 gentle little owl, come sit And murmur soft tu-tu-tu-wit, And feast upon meadow mice And other things you think are nice. I s'spose it's the look in your Great brown eyes, That makes folks say, 'An owl is wise,. -Letitia Lane AURORA Aurora brings the dawn A rosy-fingered morn Its color fills the sky No clouds are passing by. In the north, Borealis glows As the light from Aurora Hows. -Mary Alice Piper PAGE 43 MODERN MYTHOLOGY f The Freshman Classl I-THE STORY OF THE FORGET-ME-NOT One day Mars went to Jupiter and told him that he had fallen in love with a mortal, the princess Penelope, daughter of the king of Corsica. He asked if he might be allowed to woo her as a mortal and become a soldier in her father's army. Jupiter granted this request and gave him six months to win her heart. At the end of this time, he was to return to Mount Olympus. For five months he made little progress in wooing Penelope. At last she began to notice him. She then confided to him that she had a great love for blue flowers. On the last day of the six months, Jupiter sent Mercury to Mars with a message to return home. Mars then told Penelope the truth, whereupon she begged to be taken along with her lover. Mars, knowing this could not be, conceived another plan. He created a blue flower which he called, Forget-me-not, and told Penelope to think of him every time it bloomed. Meanwhile he would be watching over her. -Dorothy Cohen II-EVENING GLOW A long time ago near Mt. Olympus, there lived a beautiful young girl named Helaine. She was very kind-hearted and industrious. She owned a large flock of sheep from which she obtained very beautiful wool. Helaine never killed any of the sheep, but when one of them got too old it dis- appeared. She would have the sheep sheared once a year, then she would spend the rest of the year spinning the wool into thread and weaving the thread into cloth. Helaine would then dye the cloth in beautiful colors and make it into clothing which she gave to mortals. One day someone said that she was going to dieg and all the gods, goddesses, and mortals were very unhappy to think that such a beautiful young girl should die. The gods and goddesses decided to make a' beautiful memorial to her because of her many kinds deeds. Now in beautiful spring days you can see fleecy clouds in the blue sky. They are Helaine's sheep out in the sky helping to make the world more beautiful. The gods and goddesses turned her sheep into clouds, and the colorings in them at sunset are the colors which she used for dyeing the cloth. -Patsy Marks PACE 44 III-THE ORIGIN OF THE DEER Jupiter, in order to reward Diana for her bravery in killing a large monster that had been a menace to Mt. Olympus, gave her a dog called a Jupitarian. This dog was large, slender, graceful, and swift. Diana named this dog '4Nin1ble', because of his speed and gracefulness. Nimble loved to accompany Diana on her hunts and was a great help to her in locating wild animals, Nimble was not only swift and graceful but he also had the courage of any monster ever alive. One day, however, Diana went out to search for the lion kind and as usual she took Nimble with her. Nimble, however, came upon the lion before Diana did and thus the battle began. The lion Lbeing king of all beastsl succeeded in getting his teeth around Nimbleis neck and in that way seriously wounded him. When Diana and her party arrived, they heard the last dying whines of Nimble. Diana was so grieved that she refused to hunt any more. The gods, too, were moved by Diana's sadness and they recreated Nimble's soul into the soul of an animal known as the udeerf' When Diana heard this, she began hunting for the deer, which she found to be a beautiful, graceful, and swift creature. And when anyone killed one of Diana,s stags, he was punished, but upon the birth of every fawn the soul of Nimble was recreated, and so it is today. -Helen Herendeen -D. Cohen PAGE 45 IV-RAIN AND THE PUSSY WILLOW TREES Long ago people thought that gods and goddesses lived in the sky. Two of these were the goddess called Summer and the god called Winter, named after the seasons they represented. Every day they and the twelve hours accompanied Apollo as he drove across the sky in his chariot. On one of these trips Summer and the Tenth Hour happened to fall in love. Each day as they traveled across the sky, Summer and the Hour made love to each other, and soon they were making plans to marry. Now Father Time had planned for Summer to marry Winter. So when he heard of the affair between Summer and the Tenth Hour, he summoned them both. He told them that this was to stop and informed them both of his plans for Summer. She was so bitterly disappointed and wept so long and so often that when her tears fell to the ground the people called them rain. The wedding of Winter and Summer soon took place. But it was not a very happy one, for Summer was sweet and kind, while Winter was cold and cruel. Summer was sad for a while, but after she had her two children, Spring and Autumn, she grew happier. Spring was a gay refreshing maiden whom everyone liked. She was very fond of birds and animals and loved to play with her kittens. One day as she sat playing with them in her cloud-house, the playful wind god blew them oH the cloud. Spring was so heart-broken that the apologetic wind god asked Diana to do some- thing for the mourner. So she changed the kittens into a small tree and called it the pussy willow tree. On every tree was a small tuft of fur to represent each kitten. -Sally Miller V-SNAP DRAGON Cornelia was a mortal who was always telling stories, spreading gossip, and break- ing up friendships among other mortals. Cornelia was not well liked and only received invitations to parties because it was polite. One night at a party given in honor of the gods, she told her partners, as she was dancing, all the latest gossip and made up stories about the gods. As soon as she found out anything new she would go into the Ladies' Powder Room and tell all the women. The gods soon heard about these tales and after finding out what mischief she was up to, Jupiter decided to change Cornelia into a flower called the snap dragon. This flower signifies a person whose mouth is snapping up and down and whose speech is unkind. -Elaine Chapman Page 46 O P H 0 M ORE x. , 0' N lllhr s m 'ff ML N f cr J X j j M. 1P'1nU 5lmu,. JN li.- i ll SOPHOMORE CLASS ELAINE EVANS ELEANOR EVANS .IANICE GARFINKEL LOUISE HARVEY JOHANNE JAFFE' President ...... Vice-President . . . Secretary-Treasurer . . Athletic Representative. . KIX, 'S HOPE LANDIS NANCY MEADOWS DOLLY ROTHBART DENNY SCHWARTZ BETTY WOOD OFFICERS ........BETTY WOOD THE HORSE .I ANICE GARFINKEL . . . . .DOLLY ROTHBART . . . . .LOUISE HARVEY Colors-Dubonnet and White F lower-White Carnation M otto-Excelsior He whose heart knows no defeat On hunting field or battle, On bridle path, or in the ring, Orturning maddened cattle, He whose ardor always shares Your pleasures, wars, and lahours, Whose gallant spirits never fail 'Gainst lance, polo-stick or sabreg He lives in memories dear and far Of noble deeds in peace and war, Heas as true as steel, as kind as love, Man's staunchest friend-the horse. PAGE 48 -Hope Landis Hypothesis: Tete:5' 203 Nor Nor:5' 2 g Tete and Nor Nor are smart. Conclusion: Tete and Nor Nor are twins. NM ZW J I J jf ELAINE EVANS ELEANOIg,EVXNQ!1'fnjl ff 'W ' STATEMENTS JANICE GARFINKEL LOUISE HARVEY Tete has braids. Nor Nor has braids. 3. Tete's hair : Nor Nor's. Tete is 5' 2 . Nor Nor is 5' 2 . Tete and Nor Nor are the same size. Tete and Nor Nor are smart. Tete gets A+. Nor Nor gets A+. Tete and Nor Nor are twins. REASONS Long hair. Long hair. Quantities equal to the same are equal to each other. Hypothesis. Hypothesis. Same as 3. Hypothesis. Hard work. Same as 8. If 2 quantities have size, hair, m a r k s o f t h e other, they are twins. JANICE GARFINKEL Hyp.-Come-hither smile, black eyes ffor par- ticulars see fig.J . Con.-Ipana for the smile of beauty, is that what you use, Janice? LOUISE HARVEY Hypothesis-Gymnastics, rapid speech, personality. Conclusion-A Faulknerette of whom weare really proud. PAGE 49 REVERIE I count the rays of light on my bedroom floor, I keep opening and closing my closet door. What can it be? why can't I sleep? Why can't I fall into slumber deep? Is it because lim hungry or ill? Or is it because I keep thinking of Bill? I must get to sleep, I'll count sheep-one, two, three, And he was always so sweet to me, But Helen is so beautiful and so gay. Yet I remember that day last May That he told me I was so very clever, I'll never forget that, never! never! I'm a career girl, I'm pretty and smart, But I'd trade it all for his heart: I'll never see him again after tomorrow. Why must this come to me, all this sorrow? Tomorrow he's going to marry her, And she chose me to be her flower girl. I must go to sleep, I must! I must!! And then just keep thinking, In God we trust. My career is school and Ma still calls me baby. If I were older he might have loved me,-well, maybe! But I should be happy it was no other, And only the daughter of my mother. -Denny Schwartz SENS DESSUS DESSONS Le ciel est sur le plancher. La terre est sur le rocher. Le pain fait le boulanger, Et l'argent garde le banquier. Le soulier fait l'apprenti. L'Aise est sur l'Arabie. Le tout devient le demi, Et moi, je suis sous mon lit. -Eleanor Evans PACE 50 MNT ' if 'W'L 'V' JOHANNE JAFFE Hypothesis: L'Jo,', Hcall me Johnnie. Conclusion: An apple a day keeps the doctor away, but nothing can keep .lo away from those 6'A's. QC JOHANNE JAFFE HOPE LANDIS W0 sfflflft I .9ff 7U' ,Y7a.w06 4' w'fW02ff'2i9 HOPE LANDIS 7 X' Hypothesis: Good rider, pleasant to he witll. Conclusion: Swell gal. NANCY MEADOWS Hypothesis: Giggles, eyelashes. Conclusion: Ready a illing to help anyone h n i C it 1 . NANCY BIEADOWS DOLLY ROTHBART J JP W9 'X ' : Qw-'L DOLLY ROTHBART Jia! ' Hypothesis: Red hair, abundance of brothers. Conclusion: What red head could have such a sweet disposition? PAGE 51 MISTY MEDITATIONS On entering the living-room one evening, a quarter of an hour before dinner time, I was struck by a jovial atmosphere. The flickering firelight seemed to radiate quiet mirth and reflect, permit me to say, healthy appetites and anticipation. Alluring as this seemed, it was to a partly opened French door that I was, at that moment, the most attracted. As I stepped out on the balcony I shut t.l1e door behind me as an assurance that no disconcerting laughter or straying gleam from within would intrude upon me and mar the beauty of the melancholy mist without. Here in the gray darkness, the mist of imagination stole over meg all seemed com- plete peace and harmony. The rude material sounds made music in the mist. The hard lights melted into moist darkness. I felt as though I were moving upward with my thoughts. Centuries passed, time stood still. Lightning flashed, thunder rumbled, the mist was passing away. This was the world of today. A storm was coming. I turned to go ing one last look, and I saw beauty transformed into splendor. A happiness had been mine which belonged to another world, a oneness with the universe. -Elaine Evans A DOG'S LIFE Have you ever felt depressed and Blue. As if the whole world were against you? If you have, it's a terrible feeling, Sort of makes your head go reeling, You feel as if you were lost in a fog, And you think,-it shouldn't happen to a dog! -Denny Schwartz PAGE 52 N1 , . ,,,,,,,,,v ,,, X DENNY SCHWARTZ Hypothesis: Poet laureate, parties, alittle feet. Conclusion: Who else could have such a quick temper and be so well liked? Q DENNY SCHWARTZ BETTY WOOD Hypothesis: Red head, ball, geometry. Conclusion: What would CONTRAST The hum and stir of village life, -af' Ji M .WM .9-fl' ah- 'S - '-S' PM-9 BETTY Woon JJ..-cv' S6515 good looks, basket the Sophomores do without their capable President? Verdant foliage and broad trunks browng The loving word of each loved wife, Peace, joy, no mourning, no strife, And the misty twilight filters down O'er all the peaceful town. Scraping, roaring, grinding life, The losing fight of rightg Hate-grimed men of fear, Cruel, scheming mind to fight The plans that upright men hold dear, An ugly, dreary day and cheerless night, Pent-up emotions, days of rife, A world of dead souls void of pity, And the sombre shades of night Closed down o'er all the weary city. -Eleanor Evans PAGE 53 A BROTHER'S LOVE OF SISTER It was two days before Hallowe'en, and Ellyn Paige and her brother John, together with their mother and father, were seated in the small crowded living room. The girl, Ellyn Paige, was a pretty girl of sixteen, with blond hair, which was softly curled around her face, and eyes that shone brightly. Still, all her beauties were natural, for her family was poor, and she could never afford permanents. But Ellyn was sad tonight, and John knew it. Ellyn had been invited to a Hallowe-en party but would have to decline the invitation, because the dance was formal. She had out- grown her old formal, and her family was too poor to buy her a new one. John, who was three years older than his sister, decided that he would try to do something for Ellyn. He was saving the money he earned for a watch, on which he had had his eye for a long time. He had saved about seventeen dollars. The girl, like her brother, had her eye on something: a formal dress, which was in a small store downtown. But the dress had a tag on it saying, 27.50 ! That meant that if he wanted to use his money to buy the dress for her, as he did, he would have to get ten dollars somehow. Even knowing that he would have to forget the watch for a while didn't discour- age him. Ellyn herself had a few dollars saved up, but she refused to let her brother help make her happy by letting him spend his money for her. She was certain that she wasn't going to the dance, but she was used to keen disappointments, so she thought she could forget about it. All afternoon John looked for odd paying jobs, but no one wanted anything done, and the afternoon passed in vain. John was desperate. He could almost see Ellyn now, sitting there in the window watching the other girls and boys going to the dance. She would stand it bravely, but John knew how wistfully. See her face when it was wistful made you feel sad yourself. John's head was bent, his hands were buried in his pockets, and he seemed to be walking in a dream. Suddenly he saw a young boy on the deserted street, sitting on the edge of the sidewalk, crying. He was a beautiful child and too smartly dressed for that district. John could tell by looking at his face that the child was both hungry and lost. He felt sorry for the boy, so he sat down beside him and started to talk to him. He learned that the boy was Paul Hamilton, Jr., of the Hamiltons. John knew where they lived, but he decided to feed the boy first. They took a taxi home fto Paul's homel on the last few cents in John's pocket. Mrs. Hamilton met them at the door to the Hamilton house. Naturally she had been terribly worried about her son. Mr. Hamilton soon came home from his fruitless searches at their friends, homes. After Paul had told them the whole story, they insisted on his taking a small reward as a token of their great gratitude, and finally John accepted a check for fifty dollars. On his way home, ,John passed the dress shop, in which was Ellyn's new dress. Now the shop was closed, but tomorrow, ah, yes, tomorrow! --fohanne laje CBoard's comment: Find a small boy.J PAGE 54- WITHOUT A SONG MARIE, THE DAWN IS BREAKING, and as the sun slowly rose it seemed to sing a 'LSUNRISE SERENADE.', My father, OLD MAN MOSEQ' awoke me from MDEEP IN A DREAMI' and said, 'UGOOD MORNINGTI He had aroused me from MY REVERIEH to have LAS CUCURACHASH prepared the SOUTH AMERICAN WAY for breakfast. I hate LAS CUCURACHESI' for breakfastg so I said, 'I'M SO SORRY FOR MYSELF,' 41 WANT MY FAVORITE DISH, FISH,. HMY HEART BELONGS TO DADDYM because he said, 't 'WELL, ALL RIGHT, ESPECIALLY FOR YOU.' SHOLD TIGHTQ first give me 'ONE SMILE'. I did this because I liked to have him BABY ME.,' After breakfast we went into the HEIGHTEENTH CENTURY DRAWING ROOM of EL RANCHO GRANDE,,' DOWN MEXICO WAY. The telephone rang for Father. It was NMR. FRANKLIN D. ROOSEVELT JONES? 4'Oh, I thought this is the 'END OF A PERFECT DAY? I heard him say, Come down to the old school house and bring 'AN APPLE FOR THE TEACHER.' 'THE BEAUTIFUL LADY IN BLUE,' 'THE LADY IN RED,' and 'JEANIE WITH THE LIGHT BROWN HAIR, will be there with 'THE MAN WITH THE MANDOLIN' and 'THE UMBRELLA MAN'. I knew he would go there with some BLUE ORCHIDSH and dance the BEER BARREL POLKA to the tune of 'QTHE METRONOMEP' He would probably come home seeing the LITTLE MAN WHO WASN'T THERE. I gave him my 'LLAST GOODBYE, and told him to GO FLY A KITE. -Louise Harvey NOCTURNE The window's open, My eyes are closedg It's fifteen to ten, I'm almost frozeg lid better get up, Get something to eat, Feed the pup, And go back to sleep. -Denny Schwartz PAGE 55 MEMOIRS OF A STUDY HALL CLOCK Monday morning: All the girls are back from their week-ends with the usual deep circles under their eyes. Vacations must be nerve-wracking times. Girls leave my presence on Friday, happy with the anticipation of a frolicsome holiday and return again on blue Monday with a very grouchy and pessimistic outlook. Today is by far the busiest day of my week. I must buzz my loudest to arouse breathless girls from their last minute cramming. It is also the most tiresome day of my sordid existence. I have never seen such sleepy and bored people. I feel like yawning to keep them company, but who has ever heard of a study hall clock showing his tonsils? I have the hardest job in this whole school. A clock in my position has to have strong will power or else he wonit remain in his office very long. For instance, that blond in the outside row is looking at me with the pathetic expression of a dying cow. I-Ier eyes plead with pitiful insistence, Ring, clock, please ring. Of course, I have my honor and can't comply with her request. Her type is common in last period. The thing that makes my hands go more slowly than usual is the period when the girls all start singing, Ring, ring, happy bells after I do my duty as any self- respecting member of the Study Hall Clock Association would do. It isn't the singing that makes me angry but calling me a bell. If there is anything I hate, it is being called a bell,' and a happy one at that, I, who am treasurer and charter member of the S. H. C. A. and who have remained in this school faithfully through all my illnesses. I almost died once. If they must call me anything, I would prefer to be called S. I'I. Well, it's almost time to give my last call for the morning, and I must say those girls are getting mighty restless. That girl in the teal green sweater fthat's what they call it, but it looks blue to mel is getting that old familiar dreamy look in her eyes, the look that all my girls get at one time or another. It would be exciting sometime to see the Hen that they all spend so much study time thinking and talking about. My gracious! What was that? Oh, now I see by the look in yon brunette's eyes. That man's here again. His musical horn made my works jump a tick. I just rang the last buzz of the morning. My, what a torrent of girls is Howing out. Goodbye, girls, or should I say Until tomorrowv? -Louise Harvey PACE 56 , nf. SEA, SAND AND SKY The peace of the world is seen in nature. To me the seashore is one of the most enchanting creations of nature. Millions of grains of sand living happily together represent the way humans beings could live. The sea reflects eternity, for you cannot see or imagine where it ends. At first the sand may not have liked the sea rolling up over it, but the sand did not resist and is glad it didn't, for the cold sea revives it and gives it life. Colden sand and an azure sea are content and thus happy and beautiful. When the sea needs a rest from just floating, it waves and foams and dances until it is satisfied with swaying again. Above the sand and sea is the protecting sky, enhanced by white clouds which come from nowhere. On a cold and bleak night the clouds make a magnificent blanket for a silvery moon. These great expanses-sea, sand and sky-have always been and always will be here to warm a cold world and lift hearts to a greater glory. -Elaine Evans THE RAIN BARREL It stands 'neath the rainpipe And drinks all the rain, It stands day and night But never has paing It hears all the gossip That goes on around 'But never will mutter Or utter a sound. Peaceful and happy, it never complains Until its face is washed in the rain. Then a new coat of paint will replace The old rain barrells happy face. -Janice Garyinkel PAGE 57 Page 58 MINUS STUDY Yesterday in the Latin class I sat And wondered where my thoughts were at, I was asked a question that wasnit hard at all But there I sat not knowing about Gaul. I suppose it's a place where Caesar went once, And if I don,t know they'd call me a dunceg I thought to my self, Who cares where Caesar goes - When everyone else was asked, I heard, '6Well, nobody knows. I felt a little better when I heard that sound, I was called on again and my head started 'roundg I didn't know where Gaul was, and I really didn't care, 'Cause I thought maybe, somehow, Caesar didn't go there. But woe on us all, for Caesar was in Gaul! Gaul was a place on the map, not simply a thing, Oh, how I hoped the bell would soon ring, But my friend, the bell, was broken again And more minutes passed before the end. Oh, what a long period this one was, Finally, there came a tiny little buzz- This was the end of my Latin class then, The end for me of Gaul, Caesar and his men. -Dolly Rothbart J U N I O R Wu mmm' fx IH M INN YHIIHH H 5 of XXI it C Q7 2. A QQAQEQDN x ' ,' J ffxx xx .o J' Af,-, . ijgiigguf ,E ' ML FP wb ' ' - 0 0 ' X T. O n A O O OO W A 1 ,339 f' A I f-991 few, fx Q JEkN-HMWEY- no RUTH ALTSCHULER EDITHROSE BANNON MARY SUE ENSMINGER JANET LOUISE FORBES RUTH JOAN FREUND ELAINE CREENSPAHN JEAN ROSE HARVEY EDITH E. JACKSON MARJORIE C. KARLSON JUNIOR CLASS BARBARA KRIETENSTEIN GLORIA LEVINSON GENEVRA LORISH NANETTE MAGNUS JOAN O'NEAL JEANNE ROSE CLARIS ANN ROSS BETSY WALLACE PATRICIAN ANN WHARTON S U B - J U N I O R CATHARINE EVANS OFFICERS President ....... ............. ...... P A T WARTON Vice-President .... ..... B ETSY WALLACE Secretary-Treasurer .... .... E DITH JACKSON ha.. w Colors Yellow and Light Blue F lower-Yellow Tea Rose mn - A Motto-Facta Non Verba Athletic Representative ...... ..... J ANET FORBES ! ... PAGE 60 AS WE GO The White sails gleam 'neath shining sun, The wind blows fresh and free, The gulls go swooping low as one And settle on the sea. On land the trains go speeding by Through rain and sleet and snow, And buses also speed so fast, But different paths they go. The planes come then, and, last of all, They soar through air so blue Just like the clouds that up above Go passing o,er us, too. -Mary Sue Ensminger This is our dancing lady, and although we've never seen her perform, we're look- ing forward to it. Who knows? We may have, in our midst, a future ballerina of the Ballet Russe. EDITHROSE BANNON Mary Sue is sort of wrapped up in making sweet little messes in cooking ftake it from us, they're good, tool. She's also a credit to the art of sewing -we're becoming green with envy even writing about her domestic talents. up of ear CATHARINE EVANS dxvfi. o-'vgfo-Amfsf-J eaomtfmnxvtflvy Tgfjgjjjgaz Gb.,ob..- f1Afv-A-J 'Q'9xf . RUTH ALTSCHULER It's amazing-Edithrose's zeal and energy we mean. In everything she does she goes at it with surprising zeal and pep. Those apples she brings to school are good, toog at least Pat seems to think so. MARY SUE ENSMINGER Kay sets the record for digging up non-green clothes to wear to school. Oh, well, variety is the spice of life, eh Kay? We love you even if the Dress and Appearance Committee does not. PAGE 61 QJALLAJ- CGDNASH YOUR TEETH ON THIS ONE fVerses demonstrating beyond a doubt that the person who wrote them shouldn't try to make a living doing this sort of thing, and giving the reader a choice of several titles, of which the author's favorite is, Egad, Every Day the Same Thing! J I see by the papers, they're fighting in F inland, All freezing to pieces just so they can win land. Just look at the great sums of money they're spending, And where is it getting them-in the ending? People get in such messes whenever they go forth: On the rough, in the red, in-laws and so forth. 1Your husband, if any, will always deceive you, Your children, when grown up, are certain to leave you.l When you think of the trouble one lifetime can bring about, Being alive is just nothing to sing about. Whrfs singing? -Claris Ann Ross POME I feel gloomy, I feel glum. Sometimes I think I'm just dumb. Tho, the Muse of poetry hath blessed some, My inspiration wouldn't come. --Genevra Lorish PACE 62 .lan has been at Faulkner for so many years that she's become a strong upholding pillar, and we're proud to have l1er as Vice-President of Student Government. But don't let this give you the impression that .lan's all se- rious-she has her frivolous moments, too. RUTH JOAN FREUND Good old Creenie, she's been rushing around ever since we first met her back in the dark ages, and will probably rush for years to comehbut we love her any- way. Fact is she's invigor- ating. JEAN ROSE HARVEY 3-QIA 'EKNL Y Ko 'ivwekl X , o 'E ' A QNQKQNJM JANET LOUISE FORBES Red hair and freckles- Oh! but no-red hair and glamour--Ah, that's Ruthie. And how that gal gets around fteachers and other- wise! is more than we can understand. Dear child, what could we do without her! ELAINE GREENSPAHN .leanie is the music maker of the class. She makes the piano speak under her ac- complished touch, and her voice rivals the sweetest of birds fwow!l. And such poise! Such dignity!!! ??? PAGE 63 PAGE 64 THE IMPOSSIBLE Oh, my dearest, dear Miss Moulton, You don't know what you ask, For I can not write a poem, Why, it's an awful task! You might have asked me for the moon, Or something just as crazy, For then to know just what to do I wouldnit be so hazy. Some say that I have talents, But I don't know where they lieg It's a cinch it's not in rhyming, For I'm as brainy as a fly. Another time don't be so harsh, Assign a theme or two, To get another zero, I can't afford to do. -Janet Forbes A MISS IS AS GOOD AS A MILE! It was early Friday morning I hurried down the street, The snow crunched and crackled Beneath my scurrying feet. The bus came round the corner, I hastened as it neared, I was late, would it wait? I missed it as I feared. -loan 0'Neal ,, ' 'W l i' ,. 51' W iff ti FW nt h E-. E juris ' ' X When Eddie looks at you with those big grown eyes, get a grip on yourself! You always know Eddie for she is the one who leaps up and dashes madly to the window when - um - any- thing interesting goes on outside. MARJORIE C. KARLSON We'd hate to think of what flights of temperament, imagination, and a few other things the Junior Class would fly into if they did not have Barb around to help them keep calm. Her calm and quietness are amazing. GLORIA LEVINSON Miwwff' apic, EDITH E. JACKSON Marge is the one who keeps the whole lab on pins and needles. We are count- ing the days until she blows up the school. fWe just want to warn the innocent bystanders of what might happen, if Marge were left alone in the lab.J She isn't dangerous, though, and, you know, we like our gals with a little excitement in them. BARBARA KRIETENSTEIN For Pete Joe! It's that little French fiend, Gloria, F aulkner's chief sound effect and Master of OP. School would never he the same without her wopould opit Lopevopy? Donit worry, weire not crazy, it's just a sample of Cloria's native language. PAGE 65 New r f,'Z..,an DAVID'S OPENING NIGHT A One-minute Story It was two minutes to curtain time, and David was nervous as a cat, for it was his opening night! What if he should miss his cue-but that was too awful even to think about, too much depended on tonight. Why, just think, if he were a success now, what bigger things could come of it? He might even get to the Palace, the biggest theatre in Chicago, or better yet, he could even go to New York theatres. What undreamed-of horizons would be spread before him! He must succeed tonight-he must. Think of it: hundreds of people out there just waiting for him to begin and then wouldn't they clap and how they would clap! At that point of dreaming David was rudely awakened by some one yelling, Curtain time, places everybodyg O. K. let her go. And with that David slowly pulled the curtain open. -Pat Warton MOONLIGHT ON THE WATER Into sight the moon doth slowly move Uver the rim of the earth, the great pale ball ls white against the silhouette of the night above, And the bright myriads of stars are its shawl. See it now-so regally rising Up the glamorous milky way: Leaving a silvered path-surprising The dusky lake with light as bright as day. -lean Harvey Page 66 Ms, P' G, n 'iff MF Qs? vu:rrfn'ay22'?T:'- T 'V' 'F 'i '5'::' My Nw 'W' Well, well! imagine that! It's Gennie again, with li'l old Piglet in tow. Gen- nie's another one who can keep you out of the dumps with her cheerfulness and such. Keep it up, Gennie, we love you for it. NANETTE MAGNUS Jo is that tall, tan and terrific gal Cnote allitera- tionl that you see doing the Conga at recess. We wish she'd stop taking lessons at Arthur Murray's and start giving them. How about it, Jo? JEANNE ROSE A ' s5Q'-is GOA-XLD X.tbQ,1x.k VY X Je. -0 0' g-ja-L S.. CENEVRA LORISH g, g'Nan and Virgil were made for each other but Nan doesn't seem to think so. She seems to be fonder of tossing hasketballs around the gym. But seriously, we don't know what we'd do if we could not see Nan am- bling around school every day. I JOAN 0'NEAL Jeanne is famous for many things: sewing, week-ends, fingernails and other things. Take your pick. As for us, we are very fond of going down to the domestic science room and watching her whip up dresses and such on the machine. It's most amazing. PAGE 67 CRYSTAL GAZING In answer to the questions, What college do you want to attend? and What ambition do you hope to fulfill in future days? came the following: Kay Evans-Northwestern-commercial advertiser. Edith Jackson-Mt. Holyoke-U. S. foreign representative. Pat Warton-Mt. Holyoke-glamor girl. Genevra Lorish-Michigan-commercial artist. Elaine Greenspahn-Northwestern-Now, that would be telling! Jean Harvey-Mt. Holyoke-commercial artist. Barbara Krietenstein-Rockford-kindergarten teacher. Mary Sue Ensminger-Alabama State-Airplane hostess. Marjorie Karlson-Connecticut-secretary. ,loan O'Neal-Finch-buyer. Janet Forbes-Duke f?J-commercial artist. Ruth Freund-Connecticut-Who knows? Nanette Magnus-Leland Stanford-kindergarten teacher. Claris Ross-Duke-Just sit around and grow fingernails. Gloria Levinson-Mills-Just sit and watch Claris grow fingernails. Betsy Wallace-Smith C ? J -Guess? Jeanne Rose-Wisconsin--home economics. Ruth Altschuler-Mills-dancing teacher. Edithrose Bannon-Wells-children's photographer. -Edithrose Bannon MY FIRST RIDING LESSON Oh thou unruly nag, Whose every wish I heed, How can a body learn to ride With you as her noble Steed? You jog, you jounce, you rip, you bounce, And stop upon a dime, And I, in my brand new riding pants, Go sliding into the brine. -Betsy Wallace PAGE 68 n2:fy:,.:avgq-cvs .frsdujnaqqeymgv-:,g-.ss-,,:m,,,.m.,,.,,,,5,.,,,,,!m,x .,.., ,,.,J,,, in 4 J 5' We feel sorry for this poor child. She worries so about her grades. She just knows she is going to Hunk that English lest. P. S. Look at the A's she rolls in! Keep pluggin', C. A. R., you may get there. BETSY WALLACE Recipe for President: take equal parts of pep and pep- per, add twinkle-in-eve and garnish with carrots. Result: one first-class dish. Serves eighteen. ff W, M-WZ' WNW ff we wyfwgfwf CLARIS ANN ROSS Betsy's one who is so proud of her Scotch blood that she'll soon be knitting in Wallace plaid, wc fear. She is also the one who has such nerve in Chemistry, loves to light explosives. Don't worry, we're just teas- ing. And just hear that li'l honey chile's southern drawl. PATRICIA ANN WARTON DW' wig, WMM Mfgjf-.?7?g3,a aw Z3 '49, MW PACE 69 A CHANCE MEETING Sally was not a little perturbed as she sat in the Pullman car looking at the trees whirl byg in fact, she was a very unhappy young girl. The question of why she was unhappy was quite a mystery, even her fellow passengers weren't able to find out why such a pretty, well-dressed young girl should look so miserable. But the fact remained that she was miserable. Sally's mind was a jumble. Why do mothers have to have college room-mates? I wish this train would go more slowly. I hate boysf' I hate Mother's room- mate's son most! I wonder what he's likef' Oh, dear! It was a fact that Sally hated boys, or thought she did, because she was so shy. Every time a boy came near, Sally got tongue-tied and red. And now Sally's mother, wishing to make her little girl happy, had arranged for Sally to go to her cousin's house party with a strange boy, her old friend, Dot's, boy. No wonder Sally was in such a state. When the train pulled into the station, no one was in sight. The old porter ran up, shouting that the train was a half hour fastg so that meant another long wait in the station for Sally till Aunt Mog and ,lane should come to pick her up. Sally, already on the verge of tears, burst out crying when she sat down in the little old station. She was cold and unhappy and she wanted to go home-and-oh, horrors! -there was a boy sitting on the same bench. But Sally, so wrapped up in her troubles, didn't even notice the boy after the first start. Sally never did know how he introduced himself, but the first thing she knew he was sitting beside her, hat in hand, asking if he could do anything for her. Sally by that time was so worn out and so miserable that she would have confided in anyone who seemed the least bit sympathetic, so that was why Sally, the man hater, confided so easily in this good-looking young boy that she didn't even know. She went through the complete story about how she had been forced to come up here to a house-party as partner to an awful boy who, it seemed, was almost an ogre, and whom she had hated ever since she first heard of him, how she wanted to go home or go anywhere to avoid such an awful person. With that she burst into tears again. Then before Sally knew it, the young man had stood up and explained that he was so sorry that he had to go and he said that he hoped Sally wouldnit be too unhappy with the obviously very disagreeable person she was going to meet, then with eyes that were twinkling merrily but a very grave mouth he went out. Sally caught her breath and came to herself. She, of all people, had been telling her secret troubles to a boy and, worse than that, to a very good-looking boy, just the kind she was most afraid ofg more than that she had had no trouble talking to him. Then in a flash all pleasant thoughts disappeared as she saw Aunt Mog's tan car drawing up, coming to take her to her doom, and ,Iane's bright face looking out the window-but she did have time to wish wistfully that she could see that boy again. Aunt Mog and Jane, knowing Sally, were prepared for almost anything when Sally came down to meet Don, but they certainly weren't prepared for what happened. Don, as he heard Sally's footsteps on the stairs, put on a very expectant look and, as Sally came in the room, he laughed and said, I thought sof, Sally acted strangely, too. As she came into the room looking so pretty, but so scared, a surprised, rather shocked look came over her face and a slow blush crept over it as she explained briefly to Aunt Mog that she and Don had met before, slightly. PACE 70 Aunt Mog and Jane are still wondering where Sally and Don met Th l . ey wou d like to but canit claim the honor of introducing them at their home, because that was the first night Sally ever showed her real sparkling self, and now all the boys clamor for dates with her, but thev donit ff 1 Det very far because Sally and Don are still ever inseparable. The queer part about it is that there always seems to be some very funn ' k , Y JO 3 between them. -Betsy Wallace ODE TO A GENIUS 0 thou great student with head full of knowledge, Laden with books, prodigy of college, Co on with thy study, but remember thou this: Knowledge is glory, Ignorance is bliss. -ef-Genetfra Lnrish Q 1 . ix .15X':'A-f 'ffl X V' wf'i7mP-' , Xa as-xi ' cfggtf' H , f ., , ' U3 'gjljdgvgl ' ,f yf - ' . Samir'-:-. li ' ,1Zg.3.,, rv f-.qs ,,..-:S M . -+.1c2i5Zo'.Z'Q -e ,L i X- X -fit' -- 0 it Q' cs. W -sf rw - -A l wif: f, i i I i 2? -- r it . i ig ai-'-J , fmt' ffl? N :- -.1.'.'.,v f- '- Q ' V ' f 4, . T.. Q -7 N E 1' L- :,1'1Lsf , r- 'f f ra 1 I vffifyn V r f e . ,L4,x W f --.-.I j -fr' gy ' 5g , it , 1 ty- gf ,T I, ' 1 , , 454,75 '11 4259 e 1 7 I ,, G.l.0l4Sl1 L,,.- GENIUS F AULKN ER-OR HOW ELSE WOULD YOU SAY IT? Time: Any old week day-mostly Monday. Place: The Faulkner School for Girls-you know, the one down on Dorchester Avenue. Action: And How! At that ghastly hour of exactly 8:30 A. M. an agonizing peal of a bell ringing fthat is, if the clock's workingj sends sixty-four chattering magpies on a stampede down the hallway to classes. Just think one hundred and twenty-eight heavily soled shoes literally plow their way around each other. Oops, I'm sorry.', O. KY' Much hanging of doors and classes begin. Bon-jour, Madame. Buenas Dias, Senoraf' Good morningf' Good morning, et cetera, et cetera. Another forty-five minutes and another peal of a bell. Great guns, gates, it sounds more like a dentistls drill every timef' Another stampede. Hi, how are you?,' Oh, I don't know,-you?,' The same. You don't say! fWe understand one another.l '5Now why in name of thunder doesn't that bell ring? It always does when I know my lesson-but now when I-there she goes. Whoopee, recess! Some music l?l lovers dash madly to the victrola some girls slink away to do some belated homework, and others run, skip, jump, leapg oh, well, it doesnit matter so long as you get there-there, being, of course, the cocoa room. Please don't let me eat these cookies, they simply put pounds on me, my dear, and I have the sweeeetest new formal More stampedes, more bells. Help, what did happen to the bell? It sounds awfully tinkly, doesn't it? Oh, how silly!! Look at Miss Moulton with that cute little bell. She looks like the town-crier. I guess something really happened this time. After hissing yourself hoarse through study periods, school lets out, and bedlam breaks loose. The end of a day is brought about by: Going my way? Slamming of car doors. Many honk-honks and we're off. What's that you say? 'Do we like our school?' You bet we do. We love it. G6 -Janet Forbes PAGE 72 Ruth Altschuler Edithrose Bannon Mary Sue Ensminger Janet Forbes Ruth Freund Elaine Creenspahn ,lean Harvey Edith Jackson Marjorie Karlson THEY SAY A terrible storm arose just after supper had been laid on the lake. HHello o o off I,ll hand it in at 1:l5. '5Oh Marge! Where,s your uniform? Oh mine?,7 NI canit talk, my brathes you know. But Miss Each, I know lim all rightf, Oh, it was so easy. Hurry! I have my carf, Barbara Krietenstein My hair is simply a messf' Gloria Levinson Cenevra Lorish Nanette Magnus ,Ioan O'Neal Jeanne Rose Claris Ann Ross Betsy Wallace Pat Warton Kay Evans lt's delicious. Really it is, Miss Cordon. Do I have to eat the stuff?,, 6'0h! But I insist.', It makes me violently ill. 'l'aisez-vous! Taisez-vous! Oh kids, Please be quiet! Oh, there goes my longest nail!', Born in Stratford, lived in Stratford, died in Stratford- how dullll' - I reckon so. Who took my knitting?', I left my theme at home. -Mary Sue, Ruthie F., Nan and fo EVENING PRAYERS As quiet evening steals my way, I kneel down at my bed to pray, To thank Cod for the beauty I have seen, For the country and city, so beautifully green. To thank Cod for the loveliness I see, A budding flower, a spreading tree, As quiet evening steals my way, I kneel down at my bed to pray. To thank God for the joys I've known Through friends and happiness and home. As once more evening steals my way, I kneel again and start to pray. -Gloria Levinson PAGE 73 OUR SECRETS RUTH ALTSCHULER: ,lust call me-Ruthie Have you ever noticed my- book larnin' People talk about my-sister, etc. EDITH ROSE BANNON: just call me-Edie ' Have you ever noticed my-knitting People talk about my- A's CATHERINE EVANS: Just call me-Kay Have you ever noticed my-angora sweaters People talk about my-social whirl MARY SUE ENSMINGER: Just call me-Sue Have you ever noticed my-second study period People talk about my-dances JANET LOUISE FORBES: Just call me-Jan Have you ever noticed my-blonde hair People talk about my-operation RUTH FREUND Just call me-Ruthie Have you ever noticed my--red hair People talk about my-Latin ELAINE CREENSPAHN: Just call me-Greenie Have you ever noticed my-punctuality People talk about my-calmness JEAN HARVEY: Just call me-Jeanie Have you ever noticed my-artistic ability People talk about my-sisters EDITH JACKSON: Just call me-Edie Have you ever noticed my-knitting People talk about my-bridge PAGE 74 MARJORIE KARLSON : Just call me-Marge Have you ever noticed my-nose People talk about my-letters from Hanover BARBARA KRIETENSTEIN: Just call me-Barb Have you ever noticed my-bicycles People talk about my-quiet knowledge in German GLORIA LEVINSON: Just call me-Levie Have you ever noticed my-clean saddle shoes People talk about my-Hop language GENEVRA LORISH: ,lust call me-Genny Have you ever noticed my-art work People talk about my-upigletsn NANETTE MAGNUS: Just call me-Nan Have you ever noticed my-tiny desk People talk about my-love of opera JEANNE ROSE: Just call me-Jean Have you ever noticed my-alertness in Current Topics People talk about my-long nails CLARIS ANN ROSS: .lust call me-Rossie Have you ever noticed my-finger nails People talk about my-English class PATRICIA WARTON: Just call me-Pat Have you ever noticed my-red hair People talk about my-brother BETSY WALLACE: Just call me-Betts Have you ever noticed my-brains People talk about my-plaids IOAN 0,NEAL .lust call me-,Io You owe this row-to me Oh! , S E N I 0 R ' I I 'K 155 ,fy ff f-ZSXR ,J Q 1-'Mew io 'Jn v Xa .4 QL Xxx TE -1-1 X54 14 4 S I .....1-1.f1- -L' .fd dem Hmwsv -40 SENIOR CLASS OFFICERS President ....... .................... P EGGY WILLIAMS V ice-President .... ..... A RLENE BERKENFIELD Secretary ..... ......... E LAINE MARKS Treasurer ............. ........ D OROTHY GOES Athletic Representative .... ..... M ARJORIE SHATTUCK Colors-Purple and White Flower-Peony Motto-Forsan et haec olim memlnlsse iuvabit SENIOR STATISTICS fAs voted by the classj Done most for Faulkner Best looking Most inquisitive Biggest Bluifer Most athletic Best natured Most reserved First to get married Best line Most studious Best liked Laziest Most intelligent Most original Silliest Best company Most dependable Hungriest Best all around Most likely to succeed Most talented Best personality Best dressed Best sense of humor Most generous Most willing PAGE 76 First Hayes Goes Altman Liehschutz Shattuck Shattuck Lyon M. Marks Williams Berkenfield Hayes Liebshutz Sachs Hainsfurther M. Marks Williams Sachs M. Marks Hayes Sachs M. Marks Williams Goes Wickham E. Marks Glatt Second Sachs Goes Manaster M. Marks Hayes Glatt Shattuck Goldsmith Manaster Lyon Hayes Wickham Goes Goes Altman Manaster Shattuck E. Marks Williams Hainsfurther Hainsfurther Hayes M. Marks M. Marks Glatt Liehschutz ' as JANE o. ALTMAN Freshman Dress and Appearance Committee, Year Book Board, Don Pedro in The Birth day of the Infantan Sophomore Dress and Appearance Committee, Year Book Board, Kappa Lambda Epsilon, F. A. A. Junior Dress and Appearance Committee, F. A. A. Senior Chairman of Dress and Appearance Committee, Chairman of Humor Com- mittee of Year Book, Drama Club HA little nonsense now and then is relished by the best of menu Who are the two inseparable and champion gig- glers in the school? You guessed it, ,lane and Mickie. But in spite of her merry cheerfulness, Jane is a very serious person and a good worker. NB.-her A+ marks and the very efhcient Dress and Appearance Committee this year. And what would the Seniors do without her to give us rides home at noon? ARLENE RUTH BERKENFIELD Freshman Dwarf in g'The' Birthday of the In- fantaf, Sophomore Hyde Park High School. funior Philanthropic Committee, F.A.A. Senior Vice-President of class, Philanthropic Committee, F.A.A. 'CA mother's pride, a father's joy. Although Arlene is quiet and has been with us for only three years, she has proven her merits and woven her way deep into our hearts. We could have used more of her help and ambition to better us in all our activities, and we'll miss her lots next year. PAGE 77 Page 78 F LEETING MOMENTS These last four years have gone so fast, I hardly think this is the last. I started here, as I remember, Four years ago last September. Struggled with Latin, labored on math, Traveled long on the beaten path, But now in June at graduation, I'll know live had an education. -Arlene Berkenjield AU REVOIR Each year has seemed a little shorter, Each day a memory true, And now that commencement's drawing near Faulkner, I sing to you. I can't believe the time is over That four years have flown by, And as I soon must leave you, I do so with smile and sigh. My mind is full of memories Of happy days well spent, Through your kindness and understanding, My days with you so much have meant. And now to every teacher And Miss Faulkner, my friend so true, My thanks for your inspiration Throughout my years with you. v -.1 ane A ltman -,QQ ROSALIE BARBARA GLATT Freshman Chamberlain in The Birthday of the Infanta, Father in The Romance of the Willow Pattern. Sophomore F.A.A. funior Class Treasurer, Philanthropic Com- mittee, F.A.A. Senior Chairman of Philanthropic Committee, ' Dramatic Club, F.A.A. Men of few words are the best men. When we think about Barbara, we think of a girl dear to the hearts of all of us because of her in- terest and willingness in all things. Sheis always been cooperative, and we certainly are indebted to her for her generous work on the Philanthropic Committee. Good luck, Barbara! DOROTHY ALICE GOES Freshman University High School. Sophomore University High School. funior University High School. Senior Class Treasurer, Year Book Board, Social Committee, F.A.A. HA lovely countenance is the fairest of all sights, and the sweetest harmony is the sound of the voice of her whom we love. A new girl in our midst, and her intelligence, her beauty, her refinement have already shown us her worthiness. We only wish 4'Bitsey could have been here longer, she makes us realize University High Schoolis great loss. fl ,d,n,- ' 4 f f ,, , pf ,,.,..., y 67 ape' leg X ylgffif-,fff Q L 1 gs ' :7:fA,L 74' If Lf' ' - I ' 1 ffl Wolf f X V' f ,gfgmq i x? H ' M, V-ii x v.. 17, , ' f- .s If hw T' If j I f? A ,Z 11, V- K8 Km 5fff717ff ,. wang 9 U, 4 V A 2 'A H Tater 'X 1, L. . -' 1 . 1 79 A . , ' 11' ff fl ,Q 'f' K, ,fm J IN THE ABSTRACT I like to go to shows And have a lot of fun. Men who know tobacco best Say Luckies Two to One. Mary had a little lamb, Whose fleece was white as lime, I know you don't care a hoot So be my Valentine. Those things that people have on floors They call them oriental rugs, Those things you see on dance floors I guess are jitterbugs. -Barbara Clatt THE MOTHS Thoughts of you Press against my breast Like a thousand eager moths, Smothering me. My heart is a flame Which attracts, Till beaten and weary It dies- . And I breathe again. -Dorothy Goes REFLECTION I sat in my chair by the window, Watching the falling leaves, Carmine of deepest redg Hearing each one rustle Against the cold, hard ground- And I thought Surely, those are not drops of blood From my heart After all this time. -Dorothy Goes PACE 80 THE PUPIL'S DILEMMA Don your history-not so well! Guess your next report will tell. Know your Virgil?-that's all right, Could be better, stay in at night! What's that polish-fuschia red? Why not try some math instead Of wasting time with nails and hairg Try for A's instead of fair. Think of Faulkner's reputation And of coming graduation. Need we drag you from that coma- Or will you work for that diploma? -Anne Wickham THOUGHTS IN APRIL I gazed at the black boughs, Bare against gray, Where your face was interlaced That April Day. I watched the warm raindrops Slithering by, Each was a teardrop my heart Helped cry. I heard the wild wind Sobbing my name, It was your voice kindling My heart to flame. And oh, I heard a robin Singing his song, It seems, since I've seen you- Too long! too long! -Dorothy Goes ii'T?-Fi 4-'f:5?i U7: IWVWT fig? P--N2-'Figs' -' Y -T -K i is v2d W 161:41 JANE L. GOLDSMITH Freshman University High School. Sophomore Social Committee, F.A.A. funior Social Committee, F.A.A. Senior Fire Drill Committee, Varsity Hockey Team, F.A.A., Drama Club. '5All grace, all good, her great heart knows. When we want to have fun, it's certainly around ,lane we can find it. What would Student Govern- ment be without ,lane to move the meetings be closed, what would Kismet be without her candid camerag and what would we do without her to be merry, and to DICKtate to us? LOIS JANE HAINSFURTHER Freshman Duchess of Albequerque in The Birth- day of the lnfantaf' Secretary of Class. Sophomore Year Book Board, F.A.A., Secretary of Class. Junior Year Book Board, F.A.A., Secretary of Class. Senior Year Book Board, F.A.A. A perfect woman, nobly planned To warn, to comfort, and commandf' We are afraid that when Lois graduates, the founda- tions of the building will fallg she's been here thir- teen years, and that's a mighty fine record. Lois' contributions have practically supported Kismet for years, and we know she'll go far with her desires to write. At least, we shall have known her when. all 1 i ' lil PAGE 82 DESTINATION reelan lernikehefd -Michigan todyorh egso -Amherst ramgeter liwlmasi -Purdue braabra tlatg -Missouri ehurtnaj samaretn -Ohio State ajen ntalam -Grinnell raym aseyh -V. M. I. nena kaciwhm -Chicago naleie noly -Florida State rejamoir takshuct -Depauw lineae kasrm -Northwestern namin chass -Grinnell f?J kimiec skamr -Illinois rosid culizethsb -Michigan islo nushafertrih -Annapolis naje sgomdliht - ? -.lane Goldsmith AH, WILDERNESS! I long to be in the Wildwood, enfolded in natureis arms, Away from the city's rattle, away from all its harms. I miss the whispering pine trees and the water's placid blue, The moonlight on the ripples, the sunset's golden hue. I long to lie upon the moss, to use it for my bed, And watch the panorama of the heavens overhead. Under the velvet cloak of night, I'll gently fall asleep And dream of the Wildwood pleasures, dreams I'll always keep. -Lois Hainsfurther-'40 FXJ , eevk, im 'N-, genus.: X .tr 8 4405 121. MARY ELLIOTT HAYE Freshman Athletic Representative, Tardiness Committee, F.A.A., Small Numerals, White Hockey Team, Varsity Hockey Team, White Basketball Team, Varsity Basketball Team, Suzanne in 'LSil- houette and the Stars, Incense Bearer in 'LRomance of the Willow Pattern. Sophomore Vice-President of Class, Tardiness Committee, F.A.A., Large Numerals, White Hockey Team, Varsity Hockey Team, White Basketball Team, Varsity Basketball Team, Host of the Garter in HlVlerry Wives of Windsorf' Junior Vice-President of Student Government, Tardiness Committee, Captain of White Team, Small F, F.A.A., White Hockey Team, Varsity Hockey Team, White Basketball Team, Varsity Basketball Team, Dramatic Club. Senior President of Student Government, White Hockey Team, Varsity Hockey Team, Dramatic Club. The art of using moderate abilities to ad- vantage wins praise and often acquires more reputation than actual brilliancyf' When it comes to '4Haysey,,, it is difficult to know what to say. She is one of those people who are loved by us all, and has indeed found herself a place in the Faulkner School. Not only has she been a capable President of Student Government, but also a true friend to us all. A tribute to you, Haysey, you're a peach! DORIS JANE LIEBSCHUTZ Freshman Marie in uSill1ouette and the Starsf, Sophomore F.A.A. junior Dress and Appearance Committee. Senior Dress and Appearance Committee. 6'When youth and pleasure meet To chase the glowing hours with flying feetw We are all looking forward to seeing Doris as the first woman President of the United States, or the world's greatest actress. We are sure that with her knowledge of current affairs, her dramatic ability, her poise, and even her love of Tuna Fish, she will succeed. Anyway, Doris, we wish you luck and hope you will get what you want. PACE 83 PAGE 84 PHILLIP'S LOOK He had sherry-colored eyes, they say, A roving glance that bid one stay, A piercing gaze as sharp as thyme To drug a woman's heart as wine. 'Neath dusty eyebrows burned that look- Note-asbestos pages in this book! -Dorothy Goes FAMOUS SAYINGS Mary Hayes ..... Marge Shattuck .... Jane Altman ..... Elaine Marks .... Peggy Williams . . . Ruth Jean Manaster . . . . What will people think? 'LDon't play 'Once in a While'. . . .NI Got a Letter From Bud Today. ............ Arlene Berkenfield .... I'm going Mlckle Marks ...... ........ ' ' Anne Wickham .... Dorothy Goes .... Elaine Lyon ..... Lois Hainsfurther. . Doris Liebschutz. . . Minna Sachs. . . Barbara Glatt .... Jane Goldsmith .... ... My . . . .... . . . I told you so. . . . . . . . Hello, Joe. . . . . . . . . . . . 0h, senior math. up to Michigan next week-end. Don't bring any food upstairs. ............. Well, all right. . . . Smith is just wonderful. . . . I wish I were in Florida. . . You should see Annapolis. uncle brought me to school. . . . . . . Marjorie says . . . . . . . I don't know my Latin. . . . . . . That's no lie! WWW?WWW' WWSWWHW9-W' , ., . . seffrvv-an 5 ft-,wa-args! Qrnflytloeeh MUG' Cf Q OLJLL . My' ' 8e9.4..fv..9 ELAINE LOUISE LYON Freshman Faulkner School, Coburn School, Miami Beach, Fla. Sophomore Faulkner Schoolg Coburn School, Miami Beach, Fla., F.A.A. Junior Faulkner School, Coburn School, Miami Beach, Fla., F.A.A. Senior Chairman of Music Committee, F.A.A. Elaine the lovable, Elaine the fair, Elaine the lily maid. We are so glad Elaine stopped going to Florida because we love to have her with us. With her calm manner and unobtrusive ways she has endeared herself to all of us who know her. We are sure that Elaine will be loved wherever she goes because of her sweetness and charm. Au revoir to you, Elaine. j20'n..e,,e4g, ,army -Z! fo , ANA?IiR M Mademogie Celeste in fhe Silho tte and the Stars? V Tardiness Committee, Art Department of the Year Book. Tardiness Committee. Chairman of Tardiness Committee, Secretary of Student Government Freshman Sophomore Junior Senior F or even though vanquished, he could argue still. Ruth Jean was indeed born with the art of helpful- ness. Whenever there is anything to be done, she is always ready to devote herself whole-heartedly to helping. This year, she has been, not only a very efficient Tardiness Committee Chairman, but she has meticulously kept our Student Government min- utes. Keep it up, Ruth Jean, and good luck. PAGE 85 Q41 . PAGE 86 LOOKING BACK The last three years have gone so fast That now the day has come at last When graduation time is near. This is the fourth, the Senior year! Looking back such happy days I treasure The Freshman year, an exciting, new adventure The beginning of a new career, With books and pencils always near. The time goes on, those naive days no more For I am now a Sophomore. Studies and sports I think of most, I try to excel but not to boast. An upperclassman, a Junior now, We pause to make our foremost bow: To the Junior Prom, that grand affair, The old Alums will all be there. And now it's come, the Senior year, The time when I do shed a tear, The thought of leaving Faulkner School Cheer, happiness and friendship full. THE FAULKNER FLAG Wave the flag of dear old Faulkner, Lift her banner high, Praise the Green and White forever, Way up to the sky. Give three cheers for Alma Mater, We love her 'deed we do. Our loyalty will never falter, For we'll be ever true. -Elaine Lyon MURIEL ELAINE MARKS Freshman Social Committee, Page Boy in '4Birth- day of the lnfantaf' Koong Se in NRO- mance of the Willow Pattern. Sophomore Social Committee, White Hockey Team, Varsity Hockey Team, White Basketball Team, Varsity Basketball Team, F.A.A. Large numerals. Junior Co-Chairman Social Committee, White Hockey Team, Varsity Hockey Team, F.A.A., Small F. Senior Chairman of Social Committee, Secre- tary of Class, White Hockey Team, Varsity Hockey Team, F.A.A. The heart to conceive, the understanding to direct, the hand to executef, lf it hadn't been for Elaine, we are sure that the dances and parties for the past four years would not have been successes. She has been untiring in her willingness to cooperate with our desires, and her elliciency is exceeded only by her generosity. Elaine is as agreeable as they come and a good friend to us all. MURIEL JEAN MARKS Freshman Social Committee. Sophomore Order Committee, Green Hockey Team, F.A.A. Junior President of Class, Order Committee, Girl in c'The Boy on the Meadowf, F.A.A. Senior President of Drama Club, Chairman of Order Committee, F.A.A. How far that little candle throws its beamf, Whenever Mickie is around, there is an air of sunshine. She has been a very successful Drama Club President and a very capable Chairman of the Order Committee. She is chairm and pep per- sonified, and if you don't believe us ask Madame about L4Ma Sourisf, We hope that Mickie will always have everything she wants, and a lot of luck with it. PAGE 87 ALL THIS AND HEAVEN TOOU Name: Jane Altman Labeled: Ianey Characteristic: Personality But: Studious Name: Arlene Berkenfield Labeled: Ar Characteristic: Innocent Expressions But: Appreciative Name : Barbara Glatt Labeled: Bobsey Characteristic: Well dressed But: Good natured Name: Dorothy Goes Labeled: Bitsey Characteristic: Glamour But: Fun Name: ,lane Goldsmith Labeled: Goldsmith Characteristic: Likeable But: Crazy Name: Lois Hainsfurther Labeled: Po-face Characteristic: Writer But: Easy to get along with Name: Mary Hayes Labeled: Haysey Characteristic: Loyalty to Faulkner But: Good Sport Name : Doris Liebschutz Labeled: Doris Characteristic: Blulfmg But: Likes Roosevelt PAGE 88 Name: Elaine Lyon Labeled: Elaine Characteristic: Quiet But: Likeable Name: Ruth Jean Manaster Labeled: Ruth Jean Characteristic: Quick Tempered But: Sense of humor Name: Elaine Marks Labeled: Elaine Characteristic: Generous But: Independent Name: Muriel Marks Labeled: Mickie Characteristic: Making exits But: In love Name: Minna Sachs Labeled: Min Characteristic: Lazy But: Brilliant Name: Marjorie Shattuck Labeled: Marge Characteristic: Athletic But: Good company Name: Anne Wickham Labeled: Wick Characteristic: Happy-go-lucky But: Forgetful Name: Peggy Williams Labeled: Peg Characteristic: Late But: Cute -Elaine Marks 'fl 1 -ml! . : '12'? 'Wff1:' '4 3-n-oNB.,,v-- 76-vue .Lama ,4 fm il he 'BST o vo 5 Xa, 5 5. MDR D dw. ' Pi , 1 MIN A SQHS. U-MWJ-KWH Freshman Social Committee, Infanta in L'Birth- day of the lnfantaf' Sophomore Social Committee, Green Hockey Team, Green Basketball Team, F.A.A., Year Book Board, Kappa Lamda Epsilon. Junior Vice-President of Class, Social Com- mittee, Varsity Hockey Team, Green Hockey Team, Green Basketball Team, F.A.A., Year Book Board, Kappa Lamda Epsilon, Small F. Senior Editor Year Book, Varsity Hockey Team, Green Hockey Team, F.A.A., Kappa Lamda Epsilon. And still they gazed and still their wonder grew 'That one small head could carry all he knew. When there are A's to be given out, it seems to be 4'Min7' who collects them. She is not only a good student, but has proven her ability through her tireless work on this Year Book. We find we are indebted to her as we look through Kismet and see the Hue job she has done. Hereis wishing you loads of luck, Min. MAR-IORIE SHATTUCK Freshman Green Hockey Team, Varsity Hockey Team, Green Basketball Team, Varsity Basketball Team, F.A.A., Small Num- erals, Property Man in The Romance of the Willow Pattern, Louise in 'iSil- houette and the Starsf, Sophomore Athletic Representative, Philanthropic Committee, Green Hockey Team, Var- sity Hockey Team, Green Basketball Team, Varsity Basketball Team, F.A.A., Large Numerals. Junior Athletic Representative, Secretary of F.A.A., Green Hockey Team, Varsity Hockey Team, Green Basketball Team, Varsity Basketball Team, Dress and Appearance Committee, Small F. Senior Chairman of Fire Drill Committee, President of F.A.A., Athletic Repre- sentative, Green Hockey Team, Varsity Hockey Team. L'Great feelings hath she of her own Which lesser souls shall never know. As Green Team Captain last year, and as President of the Faulkner Athletic Association this year, Marge has readily proven her athletic prowess. Though silent, we always know she's there, and we'll certainly be sorry to see her go. We're all for you, Marge, and we know you'll make good. mv.. A LODGED HATE AND A CERTAIN LOATHINGU All his life, Tommy had hated Elsie. He couldn't help it. His mother hated Elsie, his father hated Elsie, but his sister Louise hated her worst of all. Until she was fifteen, Elsie had a fat stomach, straight hair, and buck teeth. But when she reached that age, her stomach grew thin, her hair grew curly, and her teeth went in instead of out. It was such a great transformation that the girls in the neighborhood were jealous, for Elsie had always been first in everything. When she was five, she was bossing the girls, when she was ten, she was bossing her parents, and when she was fifteen, she began to boss the boys. The girls all hated her, but inasmuch as boys seemingly like to be told what to do, they Hooked around Elsie like bees around a field of clover-that is, all but Tommy, because Tommy hated Elsie. Tommy took out every girl in the city, except Elsie. Tommy liked every girl in the city, except Elsie, and by the time he was twenty, Tommy had kissed almost every girl in the city. Every girl in the city, except Elsie, because Tommy hated Elsie. When she was sixteen, Louise gave a tea. Nobody drank any tea, everybody talked to Elsie. When she was seventeen, Louise gave a dance and nobody danced with her, everybody danced with Elsie. When she was eighteen, Louise gave another party, and everybody took a drink. They all toasted Elsie. Poor Louise! One afternoon, Tommy joined the current throng of admirers and went to Elsie's house. He sat on the bottom step of the porch, and she dropped a Bower. He put it in his vest pocket and went home. The second day, he sat on the top step and stayed for supper. The third day, he took her to a movie, and on the fourth day he had a quarrel with Louise. Poor Tommy. Elsie decided to like Tommy, in fact, she decided to like him very much. She invited Tommy for supper, she invited Tommy for after supper. She invited him to sit on her steps, and she invited him to come into her house. She ran after Tommy until he decided to hate her again. He did. He hated her so hard that he took the flower out of his vest pocket and threw it way. He threw the hanky away, too. For months, he hated her in general. Now if there was anything Tommy liked, it was red, especially red dresses. So Elsie bought a red dress and wore it. She wore it until she saw Tommy, and, when he saw her in it, he picked up the compact she left and put it in his vest pocket. Louise refused to go to the wedding. That was in March. Louise refused to go to their first anniversary party. That was the following March. But five years later, Louise bought a red dress and dropped her hanky. All her children hate Elsie. --Minna Sachs PAGE 90 e' ff, 75 5 ffff, .,,.4,4.L, I YJI5 . aymbfy ' A if ANNE WICKHAM Freshman Morgan Park High School. Sophomore Hyde Park High School. Junior Hyde Park High School. Senior Social Committee. HAS full of spirit as the month of Mayf, Although there7s not much of her, there's a lot to her. Because of her disposition and her sense of humor, she,s always welcome. We hope, HWick,', that you never run out of excuses and that they always continue to he as good as today. We don't know how we ever got along without you, Anne. PEGGY WILLIAMS Freshman Social Committee, Chang in Romance of the Willow Patternf' Sophomore uSocial Committee, Dramatic Club, Green Basketball Team, 'F.A.A., Fenton in The Merry Wives of Windsorf, Vice-President of the F.A.A., Social Committee, Green Hockey Team, Var- sity Hockey Team, Green Basketball Team. President of Class, Dramatic Club, Green Hockey Team, Varsity Hockey Team, F.A.A. Junior Senior 'glinthusiasm is the breath of genius? We,ve all shown how much we appreciate Peggy because we elected her our class President. She's done a swell job too. Vergil would have gone un- read without her, but then, Peg is a welcome addi- tion anywhere. Success always, Peggy in everything you do. acc Avg ' PAGE 91 DENSE INTENSITY I-BELIEVE IT OR NOT-AND YOU HAD BETTER NOT One day there appeared in the newspapers a most unusual article, in fact, it was so unusual that Robert Ripley considered it for his Believe It or Notf, The following is an account of what happened: It seems that a certain Miss S. Lowe Poke pursued as a hobby, photography. She was a regular fiend for taking pictures and would snap her friends, family, and even strangers in the most awkward and sometimes embarrassing positions. Miss Poke not only took pictures but also developed them. Now, before I continue this strange episode, it must be stated that there was one thing more irritating to Miss Poke's family than her mania for photography, and that was her slowness. Miss Poke was undoubtedly the slowest person in the United States, perhaps in North America. To get on with the story, one day, while developing pictures in the dark room, Miss Poke by mistake drank some intensifier. All of a sudden the strangest feeling came over her. The room seemed to be spinning around very, very fast. When she came out of the stupor, Miss Poke felt as she had never felt before. She had the urge to be on the go, to get things done, and fast. She dashed out of the room, put on her coat and hat, and literally flew out of the house, to the complete amazement of her family. Before they could call her back, she had jumped into her fatheris car and was speeding down the street. Within ten minutes she was out of the city limits and at the state university thirty miles away, with a squadron of motor-cycle cops', trailing behind her. She stopped the car, got out and ran across the campus, taking no heed as to where she was going. Suddenly she found herself behind a group of young men, who were all running at a fast and furious pace. Before she had time to say, Look out, she had passed these racers, broken through a tape at the end of the track, and stopped only when blocked by the gymnasium wall looming up in front of her. She glanced around her, and her eye fell on a sign which read: Olympic Tryouts. Before she had time to realize what she had just done, she noticed a clock above the sign. The time was twelve forty-five, and she had a luncheon engagement at one o'clock. She ran back to the car, before the fiabbergasted judges could reach her, started the motor and headed for home, passing on the way the policemen who were still chasing her. At twelve fifty-five she reached home, changed her clothes, and was at her engagement at twelve fifty-nine. The next day was Sunday, and, as usual, Miss Poke did not start her homework until late in the evening. Her mother began to scold her as usual, saying that she fMiss Pokel would not get to bed until very late again, which was bad for her constitution. However, within twenty minutes, Miss Poke had finished her home- work, taken a bath, and was far off in dreamland, taking a trip around the world in twenty-four hours. Next day, when awakened at seven-thirty so as to be at school by eight-thirty, our modern Mercury jumped out of bed quick as a Hash and was at school at seven forty- five. Remembering that she had forgotten to eat breakfast, she went home, ate it fthe breakfast, not her homel, read the morning paper thoroughly, and appeared, fresh and ready to work, at eight-ten. All that day, Miss Poke succeeded in overwhelming her teachers and disgusting her French teacher, who said that anyone who finished an examination in a half-hour was stupid. Miss Poke finished hers in fifteen minutes and received an A-I-. Gradually, she began to slow down, and, by the end of the week, the potion had PAGE 92 r f.,..,,- .-ww ...- completely worn off. During that time Miss Poke was taken to a brain specialist and a psychoanalist, and both were equally puzzled as to her condition. This is the end of the story, but I would like to add that Miss Poke is now not only the slowest person in the United States, or the whole of North America, or even the western hemisphere, but is slower than any human being in the history of the world from the caveman right on down to this year of our Lord, one thousand nineteen hundred and forty. -Lois Hainsfurther II-SAMUEL SMITH'S INVENTION I, Samuel Smith, in this year of 1850 do hereby recount to you, the world in general, the strangest adventure in which I have ever been a participant. One evening as I was working in my study on my new invention, which I call the camera, a device for making replicas of people and reproducing them on paper, I happened by mistake to swallow some of the liquid used in the process. I immediately became quite dizzy and totally incapable of controlling my actions. I was unaware of the why and wherefore of these motions. I saw my mother enter the room and gasp in amazement, for there I was, a full- grown man, sitting on the floor in the manner of a child, clinging to the leg of the table and attempting to eat the bottom-most part of it. I heard the good woman scream and, thinking I had had too much wine at the evening meal, I saw her throw a pitcher of water into my face, but amazing to relate, I felt not the wetness of it. My good mother informs me that next I stood upon the table and began to dance, Kicking my feet in sundry directions and waving my waistcoat in the air until all the buttons became loosened and fell to the floor in a rain. LAS yet I have found only three of them and am forced to go about looking most shabby.J It seems that I jumped off the table, crawled on the floor much like a dog, uttering weird sounds and, tiring of this, I climbed the stairs, returned with a nightshirt and cap, rushed through the door, and left my mother quite faint in her rocking chair. I remember donning the night clothes over those already on my back and running through the stable, much to the distress of our cow, which has since given no milk. I galloped down the road thinking for the moment that I was a horse, in which state I arrived at Cousin Alicels sociable. All those present gazed at me in wonder, and some of the young ladies even hid in shame. I quickly grabbed Cousin Alice, kissed her hand, and waving adieu leaped through the window. Today I find myself in bed with a broken leg, and wish to announce to you, the world in general, that I have given up my invention, named the camera. -Minna Sachs III-MR. SMITH SPEEDS UP Ignatius Quincey Smith was a mild-mannered, be-spectacled loafer. He was the product of three generations of mild-mannered, gentle, kindly, and lazy Smiths. Ignatius had always pitied the struggling masses, for Ignatius did not believe in working as long as his dearly beloved wife Petunia could support them both. The first thirty years of their married life, Petunia was only too happy to protect her hero from the crass happenings of the everyday world, but after this period Petunia began to feel the strain of hard work and she began to wish rather desperately that her I. would deign to work. As our story opens, we find our hero, Mr. I. Smith, developing some films in the basement of his cozy little love nest with papers littered all about and two bottles on his work table. One bottle contained his tonic and the other the speedy developing fluid. I. was very deeply absorbed ia very rare occurrence for a Smithj when PAGE 93 4 Petunia called down, Darling, donit forget your tonicf, So in answer, absent- minded old I. lifted up one of the bottles and drank it hastily, and, of course, as later events prove, he did not drink the tonic. Three and a quarter minutes later, Petunia Flagenheimer Smith received the greatest shock of her life, for she saw her dear Ignatius come tearing wildly into her kitchen and then tear out into the street and down the road. The adventures of our hero were described graphically in the Flatbush, Bugle the following day. I quote: I. Smith of 374-0 Locust Street is being examined today by alienists who are trying to determine his sanity. Mr. Smith told the remarkable story that he walked from Flatbush, New York to Washington, D. C. in one-half hour. Mr. Smith was arrested as he broke into the White House begging the President to let him balance the budget. Before going to the White House, Mr. Smith created a furor in the Senate when he accused the prominent statesmen of being lazyf, The annals of the newspapers do not disclose any more of I. Smith's tragic storyg so it is my belief that I. is being detained in the National Hospital for the Mentally Deranged all because of a trick of cruel fate. -Doris Liebschutz IV-WHAT A NIGHTMARE! Prologue It was a happy morning for Steve. For months he had faithfully practised skating in order that he might be the proud winner of the Silver Skates Contest, and at last his dream had been fulfilled, he was the winner! After being acclaimed hero by all, he trudged wearily homeward and decided to work in his dark room to develop the picture for Nancy. My! it is warm in here, thought Steve, and I'm really sleepy. Think I'll rest my head on the desk for a minute. 'll' l' if 49 l' Poor Steve. In half an hour the race for the silver skates would begin, and there he sat in his dark room, trying to develop some pictures. Every one of his fraternity brothers had entered the race but him, and this was through no fault of his, he felt. Steve, although a good-looking chap of about eighteen, was one of those unfortunate beings who were born poor athletes and moved with about the same rapidity as that of a snail. For weeks he practised along with his chums for the annual skate contest, until Coach Maloy finally told him to give up the idea of entering the contest, as it would be just impossible for him to make the grade. At last the great day had arrived, and Steve remained at home in the most obscure place possible-the dark room. He felt he could not bring himself out to cheer for the racers, as Nancv Rutherford would be there, making eyes at Timmy. It was bad enough not to be able to skate, he felt. but to see his dearest girl, Nancy, fiirting with that athletic Beau Brummel, Timmy McCoy, was just too unbearable. While all these thoughts were running through Steve's mind, he absent-mindedly reached for a glass of water. , What if Timmy should ask Nancv to the interfraternitv ball, he thought. She undoubtedly would break her date with me. Think of the glory she would be in, going to the ball with the hero of the silver skates, as Tim without question would be. After swallowing what he thought to be water, Steve reached for his developing intensifier. He groped about for a few minutes in the dark and suddenly felt a glass before him. Strangely enough he found it to be full. and, upon further investigation. to his horror, it was full of water. While his thoughts had been wandering, he had PAGE 94 w , . W , F, KM, 1' -1- ,fa drunk the intensifier instead of the water. As nobody was home, he knew it was use- less to call for help and, terrified, he stood in the room, shaking from head to foot. He would undoubtedly die, yes, he would probably be poisoned, and, before he could get to a doctor, he would fall to the floor dead. Suddenly he stood upright, gave a start, and felt as if heid been shot out of a gun. He began running around like a mad man, up stairs, down stairs, from the cellar to the attic, before Jack Robinsonv could be said. His mind was pretty clear, even though he imagined himself to be dead, and this to be his life in the hereafter. Like a flash of lightning, the thought occurred to Steve, why not get his skates and enter the contest? There were still ten minutes left, and, at the rate he was moving, he could be at Glover's Pond and back ten times easily. He grabbed his skates, flew out of the window, and went whizzing past innumerable persons, who gaped after him, thinking a cyclone had just passed by. On arriving at the pond, he yelled his name to the man who was making the entries and reached the starting line just as the whistle blew and as Coach Maloy yelled, Start! Luckily for Steve, he arrived just as this crucial moment, as he could never have stopped himself to wait for the beginning of the race. The onlookers pinched themselves in amazement, as they saw a streak of red, Steve's cap in all probability, whizz across the pond. Timmy McCoy was so stunned by this positive phenomenon that he did not look where he was going and fell into a hole in the ice. Just as this mishap befell Timmy, Steve passed the goal line, but could not stop. Not knowing which way to turn or what to do, he started skating backwards to the starting line. In doing this, he noticed Nancy paying great attention to the dripping Timmy, so as he whisked past them, he swept up Nancy in his strong arms. The crowd by this time was in a wild frenzy, while Nancy fainted in Steve's arms. The intensifier was apparently working on Steve more and more, because he moved faster and faster until he was flying. He felt himself being elevated and, upon looking down, found himself hundreds of feet above housetop and trees. Suddenly Nancy awoke from her faint and clung tenaciously to Steve, as they looked at each other in amazement. Steve, realizing now he couldnit be dead, wondered what would happen when the intensifier stopped working, which he feared would be shortly. While he was thus trying to devise some sort of plan, he heard a terrible ringing of bells. As they were so high in the skies, Steve said to Nancy that it must he Saint Peter, ringing the bells at the gates of heaven to let them in. EPILOGUE The ringing continued louder and louder in Steve's ears until with a jump he stood up. What in the . . .? Steve exclaimed. Where in the . . .? he continued, as he reached for a light and the ringing telephone at the same time. On the other end of the telephone, he heard Nancy's voice saying, Well, Stevie, I thought you were dead, it took you so long to answer the telephone. Just wanted to know how the pic- ture you promised me was turning out, and what time youire going to pick me up for the I. F. hall? By the way, everyone is still amazed that you beat Timmy McCoy this morning, but Coach Maloy said he knew you would all the time. How does it feel to be the winner of the Silver Skates?,, Steve had not said a word so far over the telephone but dazed answered Nancy, Just wrecked the picture when I turned on the light to answer the blasted telephone, about eight-thirty. Glad I gave everyone such a surprise-must have been asleep for a while-'Bye nowf, 'LHe certainly sounded funnyf' thought Nancy as she put down the telephone, 'fwonder whatis ailing him? -lane Altman PAGE 95 DECIMAL DIARIES I-DIARY OF ANNE WINTHROP N orthum berland, England Nineteen years of age October 1, 1891 . Awoke early this morning to a gray, drizzling rain drumming on the eaves. As I gazed out my window, Dunham Downs, the scene of the Northumberland Hunt tomorrow, was quite misted with fog. It will be horrid if it rains-I do hope it holds off. Dressed in my old tweed habit and breakfasted with Father before the others were stirring. He has decided to stay home from business today in order to make sure the horses are tip-top for the Hunt. At the stables Larry, the groom, informed me my Graylock was oil' his feed, but I'm sure he just caught a bit of excitement from his mistress. Father mounted his tall chestnut, Peavine, and we rode over to Essex Woods, where we met Robin Corbett trying his Two-pence over some low hurdles. We chatted about the Hunt, and I invited him to drop in for tea this afternoon. I-Ie has the nicest smile ever! The rest of the morning we rode about in the rain viewing the Downs. At tea-time Robin cautioned us to take care lest Mr. Arbuthnot's new lilly become nervous with all the horses and act up a bit. He left early as we all have much to do in preparation. This evening Father and Richard spent in polishing our three pairs of boots until the lirelight reflected their faces on the shining sides. I made some wee, fluffy muffins to eat before bed-time, and we had a jolly time predicting the morrow. October 2nd. The day dawned sunny, with a touch of frost in the air and a faint blue haze over the Downs. The Hunt takes place at two o'clock this afternoon, so the better part of the morning was spent at the stables. Larry says I look like a bright-eyed Puck on such mornings. I had to laugh, he was that excited, too. After luncheon we changed to our hunting habits-mine is so beautiful I can scarcely breathe when I touch it. Father had it made in London last season. It is all black velvet-a fitted coat and a wide, wide skirt, a ruflled stock, and a hat secured by a net over my hair. I shall watch Robinls eyes when I ride up. At half-past one Father, Richard, and I set off, Mother waving her 'kerchief a little anxiously after us. Such a beautiful day! The horses joggled some but we steadied them, letting them jingle their bits. Approaching the Downs, we were joined by the Carlisles and their house guests, as well as the Cranes and Dicksons. The men looked frightfully handsome in their pink coats and peaked hatsg all were in high spirits. The Master of the Hounds was waiting for us to arrive, he alone looked serious. We assembled quickly, amid the frenzied barking of the pack, the snorts and snullles of the horses, and the greetings of the riders. Suddenly we hushed, horses and riders grew tense. A low whistle, a trumpet's call was heard, and the hounds were off! Tally ho-o! the huntsmen followed, Robin and Father in the lead. One hurdle, then another passed safely, at the third brush my heart stuck in my throat. Graylock nearly refused, but not quite. We left Moonlight, Mrs. A's filly, at the water-hole, another went down at the stone wall. The baying of the hounds-the wind rushing PAGE 96 ,. ..,,,, ,.,,.,.g-.,,.. mf., . . , 5.i?5m,.,-, .,g.,., in ,luwmamvagglny ln my ears-the rhythm of the saddle. We galloped gloriously, soon overtaking Robin. Side by side we progressed without speaking for a quarter of a mile. Then a greater clamor. The kill! The kill! cried the pack and the men, we reined in breathless and watched. The masque went to the Masterg Robin won the brush! Hacking home was great fun, and Robin helped me dismount. We all went to Mrs. Millon's for tea and crumpets with marmaladeg the men had hot toddies and sang songs, we relaxed and listened to them. Scott was there, and I think I detected a jealous twinge in Robin's glance. Dispersing at dusk, we trotted home happy, though, I confess, fearfully done in. October 3rd. The Dunham Downs, Ball takes place tonight! This afternoon the dressmaker, Mother, and I worked for two hours completing my gown. Robin dropped by to ask me to be ready by eight. 'IAS you wish, m'lord,', I almost said. Strangely enough, I could hardly swallow my supper-perhaps I'm still excited from the Hunt. And dressing tonight, tears came to my eyes for no reason at all when I thought of Robin. He is going away for a fortnight but even so-1. By the time I had slipped on all my petticoats and Mother had come to hook me into the lovely white gown, I was myself again. Father looked so dear and proud as I descended the stairs wearing the white pearl necklace he brought me from Paris. Richard said my eyes looked black, but Robin said nothing at all, merely holding my cloak. The ball took place at the Harworth Manor near the Downs, and was quite merry when we arrived. Candles Hickered, the orchestra played, and voices bubbled like champagne. We joined Elizabeth and Will, Jo and Robert, in animated discussion of the Hunt. The hours flew by, we waltzed and waltzedg I was so happy. Then it happened. Robin and I slipped away to look at the wonderful Harworth trophy cabinet-and he-he proposed. Dear Diary-I canit say more-I-I just said, Yes--. -Dorothy Goes II-HIS DIARY Monday, November 2nd. Dear Dairy: I guess itis customary to begin a diary when you start a new life, and, as I cannot defy custom, I, too, am going to keep one. Well, dear Diary, I have made two friends today, you and Mr. Gates. This evening when Mr. Gates interrupted my supper and told me to get into the car, I was so surprised, I couldn't do anything but obey, and now I must admit I was a little frightened. On the way home fthis will be my home from now on, so I might as well start out by calling it thatl he was so nice and friendly that I just had to like him, and I even snickered at his jokes, which were rather dull. Well, Mr. Gates began talking about his family, and I really began to be terrified, so now let me tell you about the Cateses. Mr. and Mrs. Gates are surprisingly young-looking, and really very nice. Little Jimmie fsometimes known as ,luniorj is as friendly as he can be, but Mary-Mary, the beautiful daughter of the house-doesn't like me at all. She just stuck her nose up in the air, said, Really, Father, I never thought you were so foolishlw and stalked out of the room. Dear, dear Diary, please make Mary like me, for I think lim in love. Maybe it's just puppy love, and I never did believe in love at first sight, hut, dear Diary, do you think I'm too young to get married? PAGE 97 Tuesday, November 3rd. Mary left the house this morning without saying either hello or good-bye, and I was so upset I couldn't eat a bite of lunch. Poor Mrs. Gates thought maybe I didn't like her cooking, so I really must not show my feelings quite so clearly in the future. Went for a walk with Jimmie this afternoon and met some of his friends, who are child-like but rather nice, then sat all through supper looking at Mary who, in turn, looked in the other direction. Wednesday, November 4-th. Oh, dear Diary, I do have the greatest troubles! Mary has a boy friend! She's in love with him, he wants to marry her, and I think she will. So what chance have I got? I was introduced to him this nameis Billj , and I heard him telling Mary what a swell little fellow I am! Oh, dear Diary, what shall I do? Thursday, November 5th. My hopes are up again today. Mary had a quarrel with Bill. She told him to leave the house and never come back again. Oh, happy day! Friday, November 6th. Hooray! My luck is changing! I wanted to go for a walk, and dear, kind, wonderful Mrs. Gates suggested that Mary go with me. We walked and walked and walked and then went to a drug store where Mary had a soda-I donit indulge. We sat talking, and she said she was sorry if she'd been rude because she really didn't mean to be. I said it was quite all right, and then she smiled, and her smile makes me think of everything that's wonderful. Oh, dear Diary, thank you for letting me come to live with the Gates family. Saturday, November 7th. Well, dear Diary, itis all over. Bill was here this afternoon, and Mary was like an icicle, even though an awfully pretty one, and Ilm sure Bill thought so, too, for he refused to go. When he finally did start to leave, he couldn't find his hat QI never would have hidden it if I had known it was hisj, and he began asking Mary what she'd done with the blasted thing. Then she looked at him that way and said, 6'Oh, Bill, donit ever go , so he decided he never would, and Mary began to cry all over my ear, when Mrs. Cates came in and cried all over the other ear, and Mr. Gates ran in to say he knew I was a remarkable dog the minute he saw me. So that, dear Diary, is that. -Mirma Sachs III-BOBBY'S DIARY This is the diary of Bobby Harrison, aged fifteen. August 7, 1939. Dear Dairy: This morning I left home with eleven dollars and fifty-seven cents, two pairs of pants, three shirts and an extra pair of shoes. You see, my mother wants me to be a great violonist some day, but that takes practice and I just haven't the time. I didn't say good-bye to her forever, but, when a fellow has to be a violinist when he grows up, heis got to see the world sometime. Right now I'm sleeping in a haystack in a small town called Middletown. ltis awful cold for an August night. I kind of wish I were home in a warm bed-oh, well, a man has to have a little hardship in life. PAGE 98 t ,agsp'.-zgfyrqef-11-.ty ,-.. . - -f August 9, 1939, Dear Diary: lim sorry I didn't write yesterday but I was tired from walking all day in the hot sun. Nobody wants to give a fellow a ride when he has to stop his car. Yesterday I forgot that I had only so much money with me and can you beat it? I ate three square meals! I haven't seen much of the world yet but I've been gone only two days. August 15, 1939. Dear Diary: Yesterday I met a swell farmer, who is letting me work on his farm for a place to sleep and some good home-made food. It makes me kind of home sick. I have about eight dollars with me but I tore one of my shirts to pieces, climbing a tree picking cherries. Iill leave here in the morning. August 19, 1939. Dear Diary: I thought I was going to see the world but I haven,t seen anything yet. Today while I was walking along the highway a car passed me like sixty and ran over a farmer,s chicken, but that wasn't very important. I sort of wish I could see Mom again. August 22, 1939. Dear Diary: Sometimes I think the world doesnit want me to see anything. I looked for work today, but they say lim too young. I want to go home. August 25, 1939. Dear Diary: I've been thinking things over and I've figured the violin isn't so bad. I am young yet and when I grow up and make some money, then I can see the world. August 28, 1939. Dear Diary: I've started home again and things are picking up. I ran a few errands at a drug store and got my meals free but I had to pay fifty cents to sleep in a cabin. Oh, well, I'll be home soon. August 29, 1939. Dear Diary: This is the last night that I'll be a free man and I have nothing to do but sit in this hay stack and think how nice it will be to get home. The world isn't so bad, but lid rather play the violin. August 31, 1939. Dear Diary: Gee, but it feels good to be home again! I feel as if I had been away for years, but it wasnit even a month. Mom is wonderful. September 3, 1939. Dear Diary: . Today I stayed at school, not to do any studying but to get out of my violin lesson. -Mary Hayes PAGE 99 TEN YEARS HENCE Into the towering structure of The Daily Press I went and straight to the infor- mation desk. I'd tell that no-good literary critic something! What did he know about books anyway? Twelfth Hoor? Thank you! Hmph! I'd have him fired if I had to marry the boss' son to do so! I huffed and puffed my way through numerous doors, outer offices, and more doors, until Hnally I was in the inner sanctum about to face the terrible Mr. What- ever-his-name-was. But all I could do was utter a surprised cry, Well for heaven's sake! Elaine Lyon! Don't tell me you're the-- Hello, Lois, Elaine smiled. Yes, I'm the one who gave your book such a panning. Nothing personal, of course, but all the while I was at Faulkner everyone thought I was meek and mild, and I just wanted to prove that I can be vicious if I want to. Your book really wasn't so bad.', Thanks, I muttered. Well, anyway, I couldn't have one of my old school-mates fired, so I suggested, How about lunch some place? Oh, fine,', Elaine agreed, but let's stop and get Peggy. I'm sure she'd like to see youf' Peg? Does she work for this paper? '6Yes, she writes the Advice-to-the-Lovelorn column. Shall we go? When we reached Peggy, instead of finding her overjoyed at the reunion, we found her in a very despondent mood. Peg, darling, I cried, what's the matter? 0h! moaned Peg. I do get into the worst messes! Here I am writing an Advice-to-the-Lovelorn column and now 1'm being sued for alienation of affections. Same old Peg, I laughed, still wolfing everyone's man. Well, come on with us and drown your sorrows. On the way downstairs we found everyone dashing around very excitedly. Copy boys were scurrying all about, and the city editor was banging on his desk and screaming at the reporters to hurry up and have an extra on the street in an hour. What's all the excitement for? Elaine asked, stopping a panting copy boy. Congresswoman Doris Liebschultz just made the most wonderful speech in Con- gress. She's sure to be nominated for the presidency. Gotta go now.', And he was off in a Hash. Well, well! Good ol' Dorisll' Peg exclaimed. I knew sheld make the grade some day. We stopped for lunch at a place called, Ye Olde Greene and White Roomef' We had just given our orders when the proprietress came up to us. It looked suspiciously like Elaine Marks, and on second glance we discovered it was. Hello, girls, she said. How do you like my place? I designed and decorated it myself, and I also supervise the cooking. We give lovely parties-just gave one the other night to celebrate Minna's opening night in the ballet. Charmingl You always were so domestic and such a wonderful party-giver! Minna in the ballet? Do tell! It,s time for Bitsey's programf' Elaine snapped on the radio. You know, since Bitsey's been on that television show, no one will go to the movies anymore, they all just sit and stare at her.', Well, you can hardly blame them. I remember when we used to do the same at Faulkner. Those were the good old days. I sighed reminiscently. My goodness, listen to that audience laugh. They surely appreciate a good joke. PAGE 100 ' ' ' 'Y f ' ' rg, . 5.ijl1.l W 1 Q irvfaistf' -Sf 'iF'iR6?n.,-Q Oh, itis not the joke so much, Peg chimed in. Didn't you know that Jane Altman and Mickie Marks have the unique job of sitting in the audience, laughing at the jokes. As soon as those two start to giggle, everyone around them is soon rolling in the aisles. By the way, speaking of rolling in the aisles, I've got a bunch of tickets for the roller derby tonight. How would you all like to go? They say Shattuck is miles ahead and is a cinch to win, proposed Elaine Lyon. Fine! we agreed. Meet you at eight. Good-bye. Lunch is on me this time. Call again. Elaine was always so generous. The stadium was crowded, and everyone was cheering lustily for Marge. ,lust as we were seating ourselves, who should come clomping up but the fattest lady live ever seen. 4'Greetings, gates! she saluted us. Wickham! we chorused. Wickham, how in the world did you- Get so fat? Well, you see, my first husband was president of '4Malty Yeast- Eat and Feast, and business was terrible, so that all we had to eat in our house was 'Malty-Yeastf This is the result. Then business picked up, but poor Basil died of indigestion. Dear soul, he left me 3513,000,000. I invested in a circus, of which lim the head. lt's doing wonderfully, and I just married the sword swallower and l'm so happy! ln Well, the age of miracles hasnit passed! This from Peg. Say, look at that sign over there ! We all looked and read: 6'Clatt and Berkenfield-Private tutoring. Marvelous preparation for College Boards. Rates cheap. So after all her college-boarding, and dragged Bobsey into the tutor Just as we were about to give Arlene had taken pity on unsuspecting students ing racket. up and leave, the announcement was made that Marge had come through with flying colors fguess what hue?l. She was going to get a beautiful pair of gold roller ciation of Women Athletes was to Mah friends, came a familiar those in favor say aye-no, that's not it either. Oh, nuts, here Margef' Well, if it wasn't Haysey making all those mistakes! And with her Faulkner training, Tsk! Tsk! We went back to see Haysey and Ruth Jean, America's most popular model, was with her. Both were in good skates as a prize, and the president of the Asso- make the award. voice, Ah hates wahino thatls not right-all well, too: who spirits, because their race horse, Never-late, had just won the Santa Anita handicap. Sorry we can't stay with you, but welre going over to console Goldsmithf' both explained. they After querying as to what was the matter with Goldsmith, we were told that Jane was going to get a divorce, because, since her marriage, she had caught an average of three colds a month by calling company where he worked. After many adieus and see you ward. for her husband in the refrigerator of the meat soons, we each took our separate course home- So this was the fate of the troublesome class of '4f0! ---Lois H ainsfurther PAGE l0l LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT OF THE SENIOR CLASS OF 1940 We, the class of 19440, being of sound mind, do hereby design this, our Last Will and Testament: To Kay Evans, Jane Goldsmith' bequeaths her ability to be quiet in class. To Dorothy Cohen, Lois Hainsfurther leaves her ability to invent bigger and better excuses for the Tardiness Committee. To Joan O'Neal, Ruth Jean Manaster leaves her ability to lose her temper. To Ruthie Freund, Mary Hayes bequeathes her ability NOT to lose her temper. To Marge Karlson and Kay Evans, Jane Altman leaves her collection of green and white sweaters. To Nancy Meadows, Barbara Glatt regretfully leaves her unusually great athletic prowess. To Edith Jackson, Doris Liebschutz bequeathes her ability to translate Latin. To Janet Forbes, Marge Shattuck leaves her ability to stay thin, with hopes that she will some day be satisfied with her weight. To Pat Marks, Mickie Marks wills her ability of keeping silent in study hall. To Pat Warton, Elaine Lyon leaves her ability to acquire sun tan, and any goo she may need in the acquiring. To Joan O'Neal, Bitsey Goes bequeathes her Li'l Cray Ford ilwith hornsl. To Marge Karlson, Peg Williams leaves her large flannel night gown to be kept at her house and to be worn in place of any Dr. Dentons which are too small for both of them. To Betty Wood and Mary Sue Ensminger, Minna Sachs leaves her appetite with a sincere desire that they divide it equally inasmuch as it is big enough for both of them. To Louise Harvey, Arlene Berkenfield bequeathes any artistic tendencies she may ossess. P To Jeanne Rose, Elaine Marks leaves her Math ability and hopes she will make good use of it. To Dorothy Felber, Anne Wickham leaves her reserve and lack of speech. We hereby nominate and appoint the Junior Class of The Faulkner School, of Chicago, Illinois, Executrices of this Will. Dated February 26, 1940. The above and foregoing instrument was on the day and date therefore signed, and sealed, published and declared by the said Testatrices as and for their Last Will and Testament, in the presence of us, who, at their request and in the presence of each other have hereunto subscribed. q,,y5xXSKlhgm' N -ro my : -QW' 0 Em snucnms 25 ' he 5' 1 ! Z 1: iwlimusxwxws L-9aAkljgw4,,. residing at Z Z -+1 residing at , PACE 102 X1 STUDENT GOVERNMENT ELECTIONS Second in importance only to graduation, and this year doubly exciting because of the excel- lcncy of the candidates and the capable officers chosen, are the Student Government Elections. The elections were held on the Hrst Wednes- day of the second term. After the minutes had been read, nominations were begun. Mary Hayes was the only candidate for President, by unani- mous choice, and Ruth ,lean Manaster was named for Secretary. For the all-important office of Vice-President, there were, as usual, many nominees. Joan O7Neal was named first, then Janet Forbes, Edithrose Bannon, Betsy Wallace, and Edith Jackson. Voting took place immediately after the nomi- nations were closed. Amidst cheers, it was an- nounced that Mary Hayes had been elected President of Student Government, Ruth Jean Manaster had been chosen Secretary, and Janet Forbes was to be the new Vice-President. We know that our oflicers are capable and well ch year have proven their ability. P i R..l.Manastcr M.llayes .l.Forbcs osen, for their services through the Minna Sachs DRESS AND APPEARANCE COMMITTEE l CLASS PRESIDENTS PAGIC 104 The rules of the Dress and Appearance Com- mittee have been very little changed this year. We have continued wearing green skirts with green and white blouses. Dark nail polish and colored sweaters proved somewhat of a problem, but other than these colorful misdemeanors, the girls have been very cooperative. We have con- tinued the plan of wearing what we like tsuit- able school clothes, howeverit on the second Wednesday of every month, and this custom is welcomed by the girls. We have added to our rules that a simple strand of pearls may be worn, but aside from this concession. little other jewelry is permitted. The committee wishes to thank the girls for their generous cooperation. Respectfully submitted: Jane Altman- ClIGiflIIUll Doris Liebschutz Mary Alice Piper Ruth Freund Janice Carfinkel Nancy Meadows Jeanne Rose 1 TARDINESS COMMITTEE I The Tardiness Committee has worked very hard this year, and we believe it has helped 'us to reach our goal for 1940. Until the third term, we made no changes in the rules which seemed to be effective, but at the beginning of the third term we added a penalty of two hours at Study Hour on Monday afternoon for a second unexcused tardiness, and a check for the third. Respectfully submitted: Ruth Jean Manaster, Chairman Barbara Krietenstein Gloria Frank Pat Warton Johanne Jaffe FIRE DRILL COMMITTEE During the year 1939-40, the girls have followed the same rules as in other years and have cooperated very well. When the Fire Department representatives made their annual call in October, they seemed quite satisfied with our arrangements. Signed: Marge Shattuck, Chairman Jane Goldsmith Denny Schwartz Elaine Lyon Betsy Wallace Elaine Wilhartz ORDER COMMITTEE With the exception of a small minority, the girls have been very helpful in cooper- ating with the rules of the Order committee. Some of the desks do not advertise home-makers as residents, and the halls do advertise the loquacity of the female of the species: also we have had some difficulty in keeping up the appearance of locker room as many gym shoes, suits etc. seem to have the bad habit of straying away from their respective lockers. We hope that by the end of this year, many of the stray articles of clothing will acquire some of the homing pigeon,s instinct. Respectfully submitted: Mickie Marks, Chairman Janet Forbes Elaine Greenspahn Betty Wood Sally Miller PAGE 105 THE PHILANTHROPIC COMMITTEE This year, The Faulkner School contributed 370.50 to the annual Red Cross drive, and at the same time sent six scrap books for which they so earnestly asked. Five scrap books were also sent to Fellowship House, and at Christmas twenty-two boxes containing clothing, toys, books, games, dolls, and candy were sent, with a tree bought by the children in the kindergarten and first four grades. We hope we made Christmas merry for others, and ours was much a happier one because we knew we were helping others less fortunate. Respectfully submitted, Barbara Glatt, Chairman Arlene Berkenfield Louise Harvey Gloria Levinson Zoe Ann Macaulay Mary Ruth Hertzmann Edithrose Bannon, Rea' Cross Representative SOCIAL COMMITTEE On October the twenty-seventh, we gave our Hallowe'en party from half past seven to half past nine. It was a barn dance party and everyone came dressed in old clothes. The prizes for the best costumes in the Intermediate Department were won by Bar- bara Rycroft and Mary ,Iac Baackesg the second prize by ,loan Woodside and Kath- erine Anderson. In the Academic Department, the first prize was won by Barbara Krietenstein, and the second by Pat Warton and Betsy Wallaceg and among the Faculty by Miss Each and Mrs. Parsons. The prizes for class stunts went first to the Junior Class, and second to the Senior Class. After the stunts, coca-cola and dough- nuts were served. On December fifteenth, we gave a Christmas party at half past two o'clock. We were entertained by the Dalcroze classes, and by some very gifted boys and girls from Fellowship House who presented interesting Folk dances. Then we had a sur- prise visit from Santa Claus and Mrs. Santa Claus. After this entertainment, every- one went to the Domestic Science room for ice-cream. On February third, the Senior Class gave a Tea dance. Boys were invited which added to the interest of the dances so that a very pleasant time was hadv by all-we hope. The Student Government parties have been successful, and we wish to thank the girls for their cooperation and school spirit. g Respectfully submitted: Elaine Marks, Chairman Marjorie Karlson Anne Wickham Jean Harvey .loan O'Neal Eleanor Evans Clarice Ross Joan Monroe Edith Jackson Peggy Williams Genevra Lorish Dorothy Goes Elaine Evans PAGE 106 THE OPENING OF SCHOOL On Monday, September 17, 1939, the Freshmen and new girls entering the high school went with their Hbig sistersw to a luncheon at the Chicago Beach Hotel. Fol- lowing the very delicious luncheon, we all came over to the reception at school, where we greeted Miss Faulkner and received our schedules for the new school year. For the rest of the afternoon, we chatted with teachers and old and new friends about our summer vacations and our plans for the coming year. We had a very pleasant after- noon, and everyone seemed to have a good time. -Edith jackson Th e Tea Dance THE TEA DANCE THROUGH THE EYES OF ANY BOY- WE SHALL CALL HIM UJOEY' I see now twenty boys and one girl at sight When one usually sees sixty girls in green and white, Could I be looking at Faulkner School, by chance? Oh, now I know--itls a tea dance! The music is playing, the food looks grand, The Senior class deserves a great big hand. Oh, look over there-therels some one I know- 'GHOW do you do, Miss Faulkner, my name is Joef, I met some new people and danced all day, And now I must go, I cannot stay, I hate to leave, I have had a good time, But now it's 4'Coodbye', to you and this rhyme. -Denny Schwartz, 342 PACE 107 SOCIAL EVENTS Swing Your Partner and Grand Right an' Left Yes, ,twas a Barn Dance held at ye olde Faulkner School on October 27, and ,twas a right jolly affair, too. When all had gathered in costumes appropriately countrified, or at least like those of city farmers, the grand march of each department began. The Intermediates were first, and, after much consideration, their two prizes were awarded. First prize went to Barbara Rycroft and Mary Jac Baackes for their exceedingly clever costumes as the Gold Dust Twins. Katharine Anderson and Joan Woodside, who came as a bull, received second prize. Then the Academic Department had its turn. First prize was won by Barbara Krietenstein, who represented the Headless Horse- man, and in second place were Pat Warton and Betsy Wallace, who appeared as typical farmers. Afterwards the teachers did the honors, with Miss Each taking the prize, while Mrs. Parsons was her closest rival. Miss Each surprised all by her impersonation of an old-time farmer's wife. She was on the plump side fwith pillowsl and was topped off with old-fashioned pointed-toed shoes, and a pipe. Mrs. Parsons, came as Tom Sawyer, complete even to suspenders. Then came the stunts, which were certainly well done. First on the list were Fresh- men, who were allotted fourth place for a skit on Talking with the Spirits. Third place went to the Sophomores, whose stunt was a mixture of The Wizard of Oz, Lady of the Lake and Alice in Wonderland. Next on the program were the Juniors whose skit of Ferdinand the Bull won first prize. Last, but not least, were the Seniors, who received second prize with their take-off on a peace conference. Refreshments of coca-cola and doughnuts, and folk dancing afterwards, made a fitting end to a perfect evening. Certainly the Social Committee deserves a vote of thanks for this, one of the best parties they have ever given. -Edithrose Bannon COMMENCEMENT At the Kenwood Church, on the evening of the eighth of June, the Class of 1939 received their diplomas after a most impressive ceremony, and bade their last fare- well to Faulkner and their high school days. An inspiring address, Losing and Finding Lifef' was delivered by the Reverend George M. Gibson. The graduates in pure white and their flower girls in soft pastels, both carrying lovely sprays of flowers, presented a delightful scene. The reception held at Faulkner, after the exercises, was in the able hands of the Junior Class and helped to make the evening one to linger long in the memory of all who were present. -Edithrose Bannon 'PACE 108 If 1012 CHRISTMAS PARTY The annual Christmas Party was held Friday afternoon, December fifteenth, at two-thirty o'clock. The festive decorations about the gym provided a perfect setting for a delightful program. The Intermediate Department gave a pantomime play around the magnificent Christ- mas tree ablaze with colorful lights. The Academic girls of the Dalcroze class gave an inspiring tableau in harmony with the Yuletide spirit, and despite the fact that Mrs. Burgess was unable to aid them, it went off splendidly. Our good friend Miss Georgene, besides telling a delightful Christmas story, por- trayed a rollicking Mrs. Santa Claus, while Dr. Ensminger kindly consented to be Santa Claus. Once again Mrs. Mauck from Fellowship House was present, and with her came a group of talented boys and girls. They did some intricate folk dances for us under the direction of their instructor, Mr. Beliajus. To make a perfect end to our joyous party, we adjourned to the Domestic Science Room, where much welcomed refreshments were served. -,lane A ltman THE JUNIOR PROM What was the outstanding social event of the 1939 Christmas season? That's right- the Faulkner Junior Prom-and what a prom it was! Gay balloons, red curtains, luxed Christmas trees and all gave the gym a true holiday atmosphere. Delicious punch and cookies soon disappeared from the kindergarten room into the mouths of hungry babes i. e. those delightful de-lovely Faulkner debs and their escorts. Music was furnished by the band of Freddie Freund and Dick Ralph, and all in all, everyone agreed that the dance was a huge success. -Lois Hainsfurther PAGE 110 gf! .::'0 ::e ,,,..ox..:, Q21 1 .VDD ' 1' 2 f' -, gd 1-.f 1 1 1 1 1112 1 1 Q ATHLETIC BOARD TOI' ROW, Ivft to right: J. NIIIIIITIP. H. Kar1wn SI:'lf01YD ROW, left to right: I.. Ilarvey, J. Forbes, B. Nvallacc l?0TT01I ROW, left tu riglzt: 111. S11811lll'k, Miss Jones, P. Warlon IFMZIC 111 FAULKNER ATHLETIC ASSOCIATION The F. A. A. Board consists of a representative from each class, Green and White team captains, president, vice-president, secretary, and athletic director. The purpose of this board is to interest the girls in athletics and to promote good health and sportsmanship. The elections this year, by the girls themselves, resulted in Marge Shattuck's being chosen president, Betsy Wallace, vice-president, Janet Forbes, secretary, Marge Karl- son, Green captain and Pat Warton, White captain. One of the most interesting events of the year is the initiation, when the Freshmen and other new girls are admitted into the association after meeting certain require- ments. This membership is retained only through constant participation in school sports. We believe that the F. A. A. has been successful this year and we hope that it will continue to do as well as it has in the past. -Marge Shattuck-'40 ATHLETIC BANQUET The F. A. A. banquet last year was held on Friday evening, May twenty-sixth at the Chicago Woman's Club. After our president, Doris Kimball, had officially greeted us, the rest of the evening was turned over to Peggy Williams, mistress of ceremonies. There were speeches given by the team captains, and of course, humorous stories by the faculty plus a little of our own local talent. Then came the awarding of the tennis trophy to the winner of our annual tourna- ment. Janet Forbes, chairman of the tennis committee, who, by the way, was runner-up in the tournament, presented the cup to Mary Hayes, the school champion. Last but not least, by far the least, was the presentation of awards by Miss Jones. This event really topped oil' a wonderful evening, and everyone felt a little sad, know- ing that another successful year of athletics was at an end. -Marge Shattuck-'40 AWARDS FINAL Marguerite Boyle Courtney McGrath Doris Kimball Libby McKey SMALL NUMERAL LARGE NUMERAL Louise Harvey Dolly Rothbart Janet Forbes Edith Jackson Hope Landis Betty Wood Marjorie Karlson LARGE F SMALL F Marguerite Boyle Libby McKey Mary Hayes Elaine Marks Doris Kimball Nan Netsch Minna Sachs Marge Shattuck Courtney McGrath Catherine Strandberg Peggy Williams PAGE 112 l 'se HOCKEY SEASON The hockey season this year was very successful, though unusual. Under the infiu- ence and guidance of Mrs. Johnson, who was acting in the absence of Miss Jones, our teams had the pleasure of playing our first outside hockey games with The Univer- sity High School. Although we did lose a few games, we gained in experience and ability. Everyone thoroughly enjoyed the games. Left Wing .... Left Inner ........... Center Forward. . . Right Inner .... Right Wing .... Hockey Honor Team ..Edith Jackson Marge Shattuck . . .Mary Hayes Ruth Altschuler . . .Jean Harvey Goalie ........ Left Half ..... Center Half. . . Right Half .... .... Left Full ..... Right Full .... ... . . .Johanne Jaffe Greens J. Harvey .... R. Freund .... B. Wood ..... M. Shattuck. . E. Jackson. . . Eleanor Evans. . . . . . P. Williams. . M. Sachs .... J. Forbes. . . B. Wallace. . J. Jaffe ..... M. Karlson .... Hockey Teams -Marge Shattuck . . . .Elaine Evans . . .Peg Williams .Eleanor Evans . . . . .Bitsey Goes . . .... Janet Forbes Whites .Right Wing .... ..... L . Altschuler .Right Inner ...... ..... E . Marks Center Forward ..... ..... M . Hayes . .Left Inner ...... ..... R . Altschuler . .Left Wing. . . . .Right Half ..... Center Half ..... ..... . . . . . .G. Levinson . . . . .L. Hainsfurther . L. Harvey . .Left Half ..... ..... E laine Evans .Right Full .... . .Left Full. . . . .. .Goalie. . .. ....Subs... . .... P. Warton . .... D. Goes . . . . .H. Landis . . . . .K. Evans PAGE 113 HOCKEY PRACTICE Faulkner girls all play hockey, Even those that are stocky. Gee, those girls know how to swing, Get hit and hear the birdies sing. Here come Marge and Hayes down the field. Quick! Get behind your shield. Then our goalies sit down and rest, They're never put to any test!! Most of the seniors come out to play, Although some of them don't stay. The way our teacher runs around, We might even find her on the ground. And then at five the class breaks up, By then, indeed, we've had enough. -loan Evans BASKETBALL Our basketball season, though not yet completed, has already proved successful. The teams have finally been chosen to play our outside games with Girls Latin School on March second, and the Harris School on March ninth. Here's hoping that we win the games! With Miss Jones behind us, WE SHOULD. -Marge Shattuck FIRST TEAM SECOND TEAM Forwards Guards Forwards Guards M. Hayes P. Williams N. Magnus B. Wallace M. Shattuck E. Jackson J. Harvey P. Warton R. Freund M. Karlson L. Harvey J. O,Neal J. Altman K. Evans B. Wood R. Altschuler E. Marks M. Sachs J. Rose ACADEMIC DRILL OF '39 The Greens!, and Whites began to sing, We are the girls of Faulkner School, and the drill was on! After much training under the able guidance of Miss Jones, the two teams were ready on the evening of March 26 for their yearly combat. The gym was certainly royally decked out for the occasion, and every one was there for a good time. The drill whipped along at a great clip. In quick succession came the marching tactics, posture walk, folk dancing, and then the game. This proved to be a nip-and-tuck affair, until, at last, the Whites pulled out ahead 28-22 ! After counting up the scores, the judge announced that the Whites,' had won the drill!! Everyone agreed that Miss Jones once more had crashed the headlines with one of her famous, super-special events. -Edithrose Bannon. PAGE 114 DALCROZE GROUP JANET FORBES JOAN O'NEAL EDITHROSE BANNON JEAN HARVEY EDITH JACKSON PAGE 115 DALCROZE Dalcroze is a medium through which one expresses emotional impulses in move- ment. By means of it poise and bodily co-ordination are attained. A more complete understanding of rhythm in music results. This year the class has attempted to reach a higher level of achievement. Following tradition, the Christmas pageant was given, with a new interpretation of the beautiful story of Bethlehem. The climax of the season's work will be the spring program. To Mrs. Burgess, our inspiration and guide, goes our deepest appreciation for her artistry, her patience, and her enthusiasm. --Edithrose Bannon-'4-1 PAGE 116 HONOR SOCIETY, 1939-1940 KAPPA LAMBDA EPSILON l:AlAl'IllIgl'lI in Order of Menzberslzipl :L Additional Honor Girls thus far in MIXNA SACHS EDITHROSE BANNON JEAN HARVEY EDITH JACKSON BETSY WALLACE PATRICIA WARTON ELAINE EVANS ELEANOR EVANS LOLISE HARVEY JANE ALTMAN LOIS HAINSFURTHER MITRIEL MARKS MARY RUTH HERTZMAN ZOE ANR MACAULAY CLARIS ANN ROSS PEGGY WILLIAMS Those marked lie! and the following have in Altitude in the same terms: BARBARA CLATT 1939-40 won Honors PAGE 117 THE FAULKNER ALUMNAE REPORT A meeting of the Faulkner Alumnae Association was held on 'l'hursday. Decemher 28. IUIS9, at three oiclock, the President, Jeanette Havens. presiding. The meeting was called to order, and the minutes of the previous meeting were read and approved. Miss lfaulkner then spoke thanking the oflicers of the Association for their coopera- tion during the past year. and accepting a check for the Scholarship Fund. Miss Havens welcomed the Senior Class into the Faulkner Alumnae Association and asked for their interest and support throughout the coming years. The Senior Class President, Peggy Williams, thanked Miss Havens for her kind welcome. and then pledged the cooperation of her class, stating their willingness to assist the organi- zation in any way possible. Then with a motion the meeting was adjourned to he he followed hy tea in the house. Respectfully suhmitted, Jeannette Havens, I,I'6Sid6lIl Rerenice Wood, Sccrelary Helen D. Monroe. Treasurer 1939 Vavelle Rates. Northwestern University H039-D. Genevieve Rernstein. Wilson Junior College H939-l. Marguerite Royle, Pine Manor Junior College H939-I. Caroline Camp. Radcliffe College H939-D. Retty Ann Cohn. University of Chicago tl039-P. Betty Huhhard, University of Chicago 41939-it. Doris Kimhall, University of Michigan 11939-t. Courtney McGrath, University of lllinois ll9-140-D . l.ilrl1y Mclfey, University of Chicago 1,1939-il , Peggy Meadows. Private study. Nan Xetsch. Principia College H939-D. liarhara Rockwell, Pine Manor Junior College 41030-3. Catherine Strandherg, DePauw University H939-it. Marilyn Wharton, Carleton College H939-J. PAGE H8 ll. X gg Q V' : si? F E lliavia Q Xg'TUQSll DRAMATIC CLUB FIRST ROW, left io right: J. 0'Neal, E. Jackson, J. llarvey, G. Lorish. SECOND ROW, left to right: B. Wood. E. Lyon, R. Freund, B. Wallace, E. Bannon. THIRD ROW, left lo right: J. Allman, M. Marks, Miss Emily Coehst, P. Williams, M. Hayes. BOTTOJI ROW, left to right: B. Glalt, J. Jaffe, L. Harvey, P. WHl'IOH. PAGE 119 OVERT ONES by ALICE GERSTENBERG CHARACTERS HARRIET, a cultured woman .................. BETTY HUBBARD HE'l'I'Y, her primitive self ......... ....... M ARILYN WHARTON MARGARET, a cultured woman ...... ........ D ORIS KIMBALL MAGGIE, her primitive self ........... ......... N AN NETSCH SCENE Harriefs Living Room TIME The Present Overtones,' is a clever play concerning two outwardly charming but inwardly vicious women. They are partaking of afternoon tea in Harriet's living room, banter- ing idle chatter, while their real selves fstanding veiled in back of theml say what they are really thinking. Harriet, married for money and not for love, has been unhappy ever since, and Margaret who married for love continually taunts her fin a polite wayj with Maggie chiming in fin an impolite wayl. A violent quarrel ensues, and the play ends when Margaret and Maggie walk out. This charming play was staged and directed by Miss Emily Goehst, a newcomer to Faulkner. PIERROT -HIS PLAY by THEODORE SCHWARTZ CHARACTERS PIERRETTE .... ...................... P EGGY MEADOWS PIERROT ........ .............. ........ L I BBY MCKEY COLUMBINE ..... ........... ..... V A VELLE BATES SCENE A Barely Furnished Room TIME Any Time, Any Place Pierrot,' is the tragic story of a clown moved by the desire to write and act in a play. When he has written it, he asks his wife, Pierrette, to act with him, but she refuses on the grounds of having to prepare dinner. At that he seeks his neighbor, Columbine, who is more than ready to help him, as she loves him. Pierrot creates the setting of a garden by illusion and then he and Columbine begin the play which is a love story. Coming upon them suddenly, Pierette thinks that it is real and Pierrot doesn't love her any more. She falls dead of a broken heart, but her husband thinks that she's pretending and calls to her to get up. When she doesn't, he sinks to the floor in grief, and the curtain closes. This was the first of two plays given by the Senior Class, and it's dillicult to say which was better-they were both so excellent. -Pat Wartorl PAGE 120 On Saturday eyening, May 6, 1939, under the direction of Miss Emily Coehst, two plays were presented by the Seniors and one by the Freshmen. The following are the plays and cast: SPREADING THE NEWS by LADY GREGORY MRS. TARPEY ............. ..... D OLLY ROTHBART A MAGISTRATE ............. .... D ENNY SCHWARTZ JO MULDOON, a policeman ..... ..... J OHANNE JAFFE MRS. FALLON ............. ...... J ANICE GARFINKEL BARTLEY FALLON ..... ..... C AROLYN LEOPOLD JACK SMITH ......... .......... B ETTY WOOD MRS. CASEY ....... ..... E LEANOR EVANS SHAWN EARLY ....... ..... N ANCY MEADOWS KATHLEEN EARLY .... ...... E LAINE EVANS MRS. TULLY ......... ...... H OPE LANDIS JAMES RYAN ...... ..... L OUISE HARVEY SCENE The Outskirts of a Fair TIME The Beginning of the Century The plot of this Irish comedy is centered around gossip in a small town. It all began when deaf old Mrs. Tarpey misunderstood Mrs. Fallon and thought that Bartley was chasing ,lack Smith with a hay fork. The rumor spread and increased in size as it did so. Finally, Mrs. Fallon believed that her husband had killed Jack Smith, and she could not be convinced to the contrary. The policeman and magistrate came for Bartley just as the supposed ghost, ,lack Smith, walked in. Of course, this incident threw everyone and everything into confusion without much hope of clearance. The play has a modern touch and was highly entertaining. --Louise Harvey PAGE 121 g 1iinfin'15.a!l0n imzflauanl - , , I THE GARDEN IN THE MOONLIGHT A moonlight night, with diamonds ,Gainst the velvet of the skyg And there we were together, Alone, just thou and l. A garden, purple larkspurg A white stone garden wall, With climbing sweetheart roses, And hollyhocks pink and tall, A pool with water lilies4 A mirror for the stars: Orion and the Dipper, Venus and twinkling Mars. The shining, shimmering moonlight Shone down upon the scene, And bathed it all in silver, The silence was serene. And as we sat together, Beneath the willow tree, l was supremely happy That l was there, with thee. flfrlilll fackson, 741 THE LOST ROAD I know a road where no cars go, Where flowers and ivy on the pavement grow, Where the grapes grow purple on autumn days, And the landscape grows dim through the purp And l go there when things go wrong, To listen to the wrenls blithe song, To sit and dream the time away, And gaze upon the colors gay. Wheri l go home, things are right again, Made all right by the song of a Wren, By the Howers and ivy that ,round me grow On that old deserted road l know. le hazeg -Mary Ruth Hertzman-'43 PAGE 123 MUSIC BRINGS MEMORIES My bitterness melts at the strong pain Of rnusic's pounding wings, And forgotten years steal back again Beneath its drawing strings. Ilve learned to keep the beauty flow Of moonlight from my sight And taught myself to see the glow Of poplar in the night. But, Oh, I don't know what to do To hide from music's part- For every melody we knew Still seems to find my heart. -Elaine M arks-'40 OUR SONG I heard our song the other night, And, 0 my love, I cried. It brought to me the memory Of a love that lived, then died. Each magic note your name implied- Your voice in every strain, And I was wrapt in reverie- Joy and ecstatic pain. And, O my love, where e'er you be, If you, too, hear our song, Please think of me, who loved and lost- Then I'll not grieve for long. -Lois Hainsfurther-'40 LOVE AND THE WOMAN There was once a woman who lived under a beautiful gingko tree, and she was very happy. She bathed in sunlight, and sat for hours counting the rose petals of her garden, and felt the warm rain on her hair at night. She was very happy, for she lived with Love. All day and night he was there beside herg if he was not there, a light so bright shone in his stead that she could not think to miss him. Together they walked forth in the morning, hand in hand, down the pathway of Day's Ad- venture. At nightfall with the cockatoo's low call in their ears, they returned to Repose. Together they gathered their fruit-of-sustenance and drank sweet nectar, together they sat in silent harmony or laughed quietly over unborn secrets. And the woman was very happy, for she was never alone. But one day a great, dark bird came and circled over their tree, as it looked down it uttered a strange, wild cry, and Love stirred uneasily. The woman stretched out a hand to draw Love near, but his eyes were fastened on the bird and did not heed her. That night Love did not sleep but paced back and forth under the pale stars, and the woman lay in her tent and feared. The next day the bird returned, then thrice he circled above the tree. On the fourth day Love came to the woman and said very slowly and softly, so as not to startle her, You are very happy here, are you not? The woman trembled and nodded assent. This is a lovely place, and we have been joyful-but I must linger no longer. I have seen a great, dark bird who has shown me Duty, in his eyes I read of the suffering of the world and to his wings cling burdens I might ease. Therefore, I must leave you, but always I will be at your side, 'though you cannot feel it. You must not grieve, but you must be strong, for I cannot go with any doubt in my heart. The woman gazed at him, and behind his eyes a strange glow radiated like the PAGE 124 sun behind a cloud, so that she smiled sadly and said, Yes, you must go-but I shall wait for you, and when you are able, or have need of me, you will return. Then Love kissed the woman and was gone. Now for a while in his place the strong light shone, and the woman was not alone. Still she plucked the hibiscus petals and watched them floating down the stream, and busied herself during the day. But at night she could not sleepg she lay awake beneath the black blanket, and voiceless thoughts ran through her mind. At last one night she wept, her tears ran slowly down her cheeks and dropped on her bosom, not soft like rain, but scalding, and her breath came in gasps. After that she was afraid of the night, for each night a red winged thing came and sat on her breast and consumed her with fire. This thing was Longing. . The woman no longer laughed, or bathed in sunlight-but her eyes grew deep and she loosed her hair which fell in a cloudy mass about her waist. The light which had been her companion had grown fainter and fainterg now she discerned it only during the day. Finally one night as she lay with Longing heavy on her breast, she heard a voice in the darkness. 44Why do you lie there weeping, O woman? Life is too short-you are too lovely. Look, follow me and I will make you gladf, She looked and saw a bright face in the ray of moonlight. The face laughed and puckered its lips and tossed its curls. The woman looked with eager eyes, and almost moved to touch it-it was such a merry thing and Longing goaded her on. Suddenly she shuddered and, turning away, she pushed Forgetfulness from her, and clasped the faint light to her. The light grew stronger and warmer, and almost she could feel a heart beating therein. Then although Temptation and Loneliness visited her in the moonlight, she always turned away with veiled eyes, and the light grew brighter and brighter, and its beams wove a golden shelter for her. In it she lived and was very happy, for that was the house of Faith. -Dorothy Goes-,fl-0 SYMBOLS I hate the sound I hate the thunder Of rain upon the roof, Roaring above our heads. It seems so sadg It terriiiesg All the tears that have been shed An Omen fOr SiHI1erS Since time began. To hide from in vain. I hate the fog But I love life, That hides the world from view. The joys and Sorrows every unc. It mystifiesg They build A thick cold blanket covering And make us great forever The secrets of mankind. Each within himself. -Minna Sachs-'40 PACE 125 MAN AND TIME Life is a contest, Time the foe of man That grants the laggard ne,er a breathing space, But pushes onward, swiftly as he can Without a pause and ever wins the race, For worthless, glittering fruits, flung as a pawn, We, foolish Atalantas, turn astray, And golden hours, which stretched so far at dawn, By dusk are but a moment slipped away. Time knows his triumph, our share is but dismay. -Clarise Ann Ross-'4-1 HOW SHALL I MISS THEE? , fFashioned directly after Elizabeth Barret Browning's How Do I Love Thee? J PAGE 126 How shall I miss thee? I can't tell. I would miss thee only as the night Would miss the stars, if devoid of light It were left alone and sighing. Only as the boughs of trees Would miss the songs of birds, the bees, To stand alone and empty, crying. Only as the flowers would thirst for rain My heart will thirst for thee again. And as the earth would miss the moon Should it descend the sky too soon But as the gulls watch by the sea, Even that way, will I wait for thee. Dorothy Goes--'4-0 HINTS OF HALLOWEEN 'fhv farnieris husy vrcry day, The crops are gathered in. The fields art' shorn of riches gay, Ilt-apt-d high in harrcl and lain. jtit-k-o-luritvins in thc' night, We sec thmn E'YGI'fXtl10l'C, Fc-ncling forth u strange, weird light, For Hallowefen is in the air. Cohlins, ghosts, and funny lights, Spooks all flrvssed in whitc4 Cuts and owls with glaring eyvs Shinc out at us at night. ,lut'k-o-lanterns grinning wide, Blau-k witches. hats are seeng Fvarey sights on every side 'llcll ns it's Haillowcivn. - Gloria fvfzzrpfryfllfi jlvllllljy L. Cooflnmn PAC li 127 OMN IPOTEN CE He's the first warm breath of Life-giving Spring That warms and lights the Earth's frost within. He's the fields, first flower and The birds' first flight, And the still blessed coolness Of a summer night. He's the cool damp earth, The farmer's joy, And the sweet simple love Of girl and boy. He's the wondrous shower That follows the drought, And the goodness and kindness That cannot be bought, So remember, my friends, After a long, hard day, That it's Cod who will help y And show you the way. 011 -M ickie M arks-'40 PAGE 128 BALLAD TO THE RAIN Did you ever wake up dreamin' On a dismal, rainy day Of a far off Scotland isle With the mists a-hangin' grey- With its rocky, wind-swept heaths, And its visions of the sea, The heath bells all a-tinklin'- Exmoor ponies runnin' free- And a lot of rugged Scotch folk Out a-stirrin' in the rain- Ah, do you ever hear your heart A-cryin' out with pain? -Dorothy Goes-'40 SIGNS OF AUTUMN The air is hazy, chill, and cold As Autumn days draw near. Maple leaves of red and gold Add to the season's cheer. Summer birds have flown away, No more we hear their song, And garden beds have had their day Their blossoms long since gone. These are the signs that Autumn's here- And Winter's close behind. -Gloria Murphy-'43 W.- V.,, ..v.,-., ., ,,., ... . , '?'4 ,', .T , , . PRAYER FOR RAIN Release, O skies, thy glistening silver rain, And let it pour in great and endless flood, That earth, from which the water, her life's blood, Has dried, may green become and smile again. Thy bright sunis majesty, serene and gold, Hath gladdened warmly oft, with mellow beam, The grateful soil, but show it now the gleam Of heaven's teardrops falling soft and cold. There need be both of sunshine and of rain That tender seeds may strongly grow and thrive, For tears and joy are even as clouds and light, And, living, always, knowing never pain, We know not happiness. Why be alive If day pass not to make a place for night? -Claris Ann Ross THESE I HAVE LOVED KW ith apologies to Rupert Brookl These I have loved: The merry tinkling of sleigh bells on a crisp December nightg The warm content in my heart when I know that I've done right, The clean, crisp smell of air after an April shower, The tiny, timid violet, springtime's herald flowerg The thick, blue haze of smoke-the city's cloudy cloak, The hustle and bustle of city lifeg the quiet bliss of the mead, The pastures, speckled with cowslips, where the lazy cattle feedg Age-old books, covered with dust, with pages yellow and torn, The throaty song of the lark that tells of approaching morn, Silver clouds 'gainst midnight blue: stars and moon peeping through- These I have loved. -Peggy Williams PAGE 129 CONTE DU MOINE I have heard tales of grief and woe, I have heard tales of profound happiness. I have heard weird and strange tales told by equally strange people, around the glowing embers of the hearths in the inns where I have stayed during my endless journeys into far lands, but never have I listened to a tale half so strange, yet half so beautiful, as the one which I shall relate to you now. It was told to me on Christmas Eve, many years ago, by an old blind monk at an ancient monastery in the Pyrennes, where I was given shelter for the night while making my way through a severe mountain snow storm. About two hours after I retired, being unable to sleep, I began to hear soft organ music sounding from some- where near. Restless, I got up and wandered in the direction whence it came. I found its source to be in a tiny chapel across from my room and, looking in, I saw, playing the organ in the dim candlelight, the robed figure of a monk. I waited until he had finished and then spoke to him softly. He turned around and I saw that he was blind. I explained that sleep wouldn't come, so I had ventured to come down and listen to the music. He looked toward me with his unseeing eyes, and I saw a wise old face, lined with age and care, yet each never-to-be-forgotten line held a world of character all its own. ' I hope I have not disturbed you. Oh, no,,' said I. On the contrary, you have given me something to do in my wakefulness. Do you come down here and play the organ every night, or are you just doing so because it's Christmas Eve? I do it, he said, because it's Christmas eve. You see, Christmas Eve holds a special significance for me, for it was on a Christmas Eve many, many years ago that I was entered into the service of God. NI see. You know I have often wondered why you monks, with the whole world before you, cast away your lives and spend the rest of your days in this gloomy place, cooped up behind grey walls. I saw an amused expression come over his face. It faded. Cooped up, as you put it, behind these walls, we find much more happiness than any of you outsiders. While you throw your lives away on pleasure, we spend ours in peace and security, away from the horror and sadness of the teeming world, and devote them to the worthiest possible cause. As for the reasons of our coming here, they are many and various. Some come because great woe has embittered them against the pitiless outside world. Still others come because they feel that the almighty hand of religion has beckoned them to do so. Your cause for being here must not be sad, I said, else you would not be cele- brating it. Would you think me too bold if I asked you what it is? Indeed it is not sad, my friend. However, it is a long though exceedingly won- derous one. And since you are here with me on this night of nights, I shall relate to you, if you like, the story of my entrance into this, my lifefs objective. You see, I started my hapless life in the poorest part of the Parisian slums, where one never sees the sky, or breathes fresh air. Since my earliest childhood, I had been on the verge of blindness, my sight being very dim, and my existence had been a very difficult and miserable one. My home was, for the most part, the gutter, my food anything I could find in the filth of the streets. The one thing in the world which I loved and to whom I devoted my life was my aged and sickly mother. My whole world centered around her-my only companion, my only friend. It was she who, while I was sitting at home, sad and lonely fas I usually wasl, would tell me won- derful stories, all about the beautiful country in which she was born, with its soft, PAGE 130 W 'Iii'r li'i?7' if ' K green fields, and windmills, and flowers as far as the eye could see. I had never seen a flower. She told me about the great ocean, and how some days it would be smooth and peaceful and warm, with only the gayly-colored fishing boats to break the still blue, slicing the mirror-like surface into gentle, shimmering ripples-and then on other days it would be wild and booming and furious, with its huge, dark waves like great monsters, tearing away and crushing all in their paths, with deafening roars! Then one year I suddenly became totally blind. The last thing I remember seeing was my mother sitting by the window in the semi-darkness, with a single shaft of sunlight finding its way through the dust of the window to her pale, beautiful face- she, lighting up that squalid dim room with a heavenly radiance. Eternal darkness is a hard thing to get used to, but I soon began to master it and finally got so I could find my way almost everywhere. However, after this mis- fortune occurred, my motheris health began to fail and steadily grew worse as time went on. When my mother died, I found that my world had suddenly come to a terrible end. Thefe was nothing ahead for me but emptiness, nothing for me to live for. For days on end I remained in her dark little room-despondent, lonely, heart- broken. Then one night I was there as usual-a Sunday night, I believe it was-clear and bitterly cold. All day I had been sitting listening to the soft padding of snow against the window pane. I had heard the faint chiming of bells from a distant church. And now tonight I heard them for a second time, the sound coming to me distinctly this time, from out the clear night. Ah, yes, I knew this night well. I had seen it before. Here and there a snowflake fell from out the frozen sky. The stars were bright, and the moon shone down and turned the snow into patterns of diamonds. As I sat there in a half-dream, I saw visions of the fields and flowers and the roaring ocean. Sud- denly my mind seemed to snap! I jumped up and ran out of the door into the icy night. Down the street I dashed, the soft snow pelting against my face. On-on- madly on I went, block after block! The cold began to bite cruelly into my poor thin shoulders and legs. But I couldn't stop now! I was on the way to my mother, in a land where the flowers bloomed even more beautifully than in the land of windmills, and the ocean ever remained calm and peaceful and blue. A land without sadness and worry. 'Still I stumbled on through the darkness. My mind was in a whirl. I don,t know how long I ran. The freezing air had sucked the feeling from my limbs. My face and hands stung painfully. Finally my knees weakened and I fell helplessly in the snow. As I lay there a strange feeling came over me. I felt as if some power were pulling me and I must continue on further, just a little further. I got up almost without knowing it and trudged on, on through the snow. Then the feeling left me as quickly as it had come. I moved on a few more step and then sank down, utterly exhausted, on a door step. I know not how long I lay there, but suddenly I was conscious of a door opening behind me. A voice spoke-the gentlest, kindest voice I have ever heard. 6' 6Come in here where itis warm, lad, before you freezel' it said. l'Careful hands helped me up and led me inside. The welcome warmth of the place enveloped me as I was led down what seemed to be a great empty hall, judging from the hollow echo of our footsteps. I felt rather weak at first, but the man,s cheery manner gave my confidence. Again he spoke with that unforgettable voice. 'The warmth feels good to you? But why were you wandering about alone on a night like this? It,s lucky I found you when I did, or it would have been bad for you., Truthfully enough, I told him I did not know. Q PAGE 131 We came to a bench on which he told me to be seated. I felt him close beside me when he spoke. 'Son, we all have our troubles. I know that you must have some very great one which you were just now trying to run away from. But you cannot get away from them that way. Come, tell it to me, and perhaps I can help you.' His words found their way deep into my soul. My eyes brimmed with tears. He wanted to help mel I could stand it no longer. Between sobs I told him my story and, even though he listened without saying a word, I felt comforted. When I finished, he touched my hand, and all was silent for a moment. Finally he said, 'My dear boy, you must not be so grieved. The pattern of your life has been a bit rough, but it could be worse. The trouble is, you have had no one to feel sorry for you but yourself, but now I will help you with your burden. Heed my words carefully, here in my house you may make your home and you may work for me. I have other houses, too, in which I have taken in other boys like you. You have but to remain always loyal to me and do the work I bid you do, and you may spend a worthwhile life here in peace and comfortf I was speechless, such was the joy that filled my heart! When I finally recovered myself, and attempted to express the gratitude that so overwhelmed me, I reached out my hand towards him, but it struck only the cold wood of the bench. Only then was I conscious of a soft shuffling of footsteps somewhere near, which seemed to be drawing nearer. Suddenly a voice cried out, shattering the tense quiet like a bomb- shell. 'Why, Monsieur! What are you doing in here? Les horreurs! How did you get in! The doors have been securely bolted for weeksf I waited in surprise for my friend to speak. There was no answer. Finally I said, 'Why-this kind man asked me in. This is his house, is it not?' 'What man? I see no man! You must be crazy, for this is absurd, Monsieur. You are sitting in front of the altar in the church, entirely alone'.,' --Genevra Lorish WE SAY HAMEN! H Get a pillow, blanket, glasses, and book, And curl up in a warm little nookg But as soon as you're comfortable, wait and see, You will be as sorry and mad as can be, For, as soon as you open the book, then harkll You'll hear all the dogs in the neighborhood bark, You'll lift up your head and begin pleading For them to be quiet, and go on with your reading. But now, when you're set, you'll hear a noise, Your little sister is playing with her toys, Then you'll get up and tell her to go out the door, By that time, your book will become a boreg So you'll put back the pillow, glasses, and book, And stick out your tongue at the warm little nook. -Denny Schwartz PAGE 132 X 1 -arg ,wwlrr-'c--'rw .ar-fha -- f J i - ' 4' - f I V - :. PEACE I-SOLILOQUY A They placed a stone of granite oler my grave And laid a wreath upon it And labeled me, The Unknown Soldier? I was but one of the millions who went across the sea To fight for my country: I fought and died, died so that democracy might live, I was but one of the many who knew the hell that was warg I knew the sound of bursting shells in air- I saw the trenches where men were herded like cattle, I, too, sang to keep up my spirits, I, too, knew the anxiety of waiting, waiting for the cry, Over the top. I saw my comrades go bravely to their death- I knew all the horror that was war. I never lived to see the armistice. I remember the Argonne- The raid, the blinding fire- Then-darkness. They chose me from a host of men- Men like me, who struggled in that battle. Unknown they say? Perhaps-to the millions who come to visit my tombg But to my mother, my wife, my baby- To them I am not unknowng To them I am their son, husband, and father Who went overseas and never came back. They put a stone of granite o'er my grave And labeled me, g'The Unknown Soldier, But I have not slept in peace all these years: The remembrance of all that has passed keeps haunting me, And the fear of all that is about to happen troubles meg I shall never sleep until the spark of hatred and greed Is once and forever quenched, never to kindle anew. --Lois H ains further-'40 PACE 133 PAGE 134 II-A PRAYER FOR PEACE I pray that men may see that war is madness, I pray the world be filled with joy and gladness- I pray that peace may o'er us reign forever, And men may say of war, '6Another? Never! I pray that every nation will endeavor To keep a peace sublime on Earth, foreverg I pray that mine will be two eyes that see The World in Brotherhood and Unity. Edith Jackson-'41 III-A TRIBUTE T0 PEACE Today amidst tumult, war and strife We yearn to live a peaceful life, To free ourselves from endless hate, To live and know what is our fate, To know our dear ones are at hand Not fighting in a toilworn land, To have a heaven right here on earth And revel midst laughter, joy and mirth. Jane Altman-'40 IV-A THOUGHT In the evening when night is sweeping in on gray clouds, I sit by my bed thinking of other happy days, But, as l think of my neighbors across the sea, I wonder what they are doing-laughing, crying, Or praying for those who may have been a part Of them, and are lost in the fog of battle. We, the young generation, have never seen that fog of battle, We have seen nothing but peace and happiness. So let us thank God for the country we live in, And at all times put from our minds revenge and hate, For these are what make war and destroy civilization. Ruth A ltschuler V-FIRESIDE THOUGHTS Outside the snow was whirling madly to the ground, and the wind was whistling 'round the house, while inside a fire was crackling, and the flames were dancing through the air. All was contentment. I sat in my comfortable, old chair facing the fire with a book in my hand. I opened the book at random, and my attention was arrested by the words, g'Peace is the freedom from war or strife, public quiet, order, and security. Glancing up from my book, I gazed into the fire, while my thoughts drifted far away. I pondered over the age-old problem of war and why it came about. Then, suddenly, I remembered the tranquil beauty of a sunset over the lake which I had seen last summer. The serene quiet of the scene came back to thrill me as it had done that day. Oh, how I had watched with enraptured eyes that glowing ball of fire sink lower and lower into its watery bed! What a rainbow of colors there was in its reflection on the rippling lake, and what a mellow shade it gave to the hot parched sand! How tall and stately had stood the pine trees upon the hill, basking in the softened light. A feathery breeze tripped lightly through the cool, clean grass, and, as the sun disappeared behind the horizon, the stars began to come out to gaze down upon the twilight world. Surely this was peace, peace in all her glory! While reminiscing thus, there occurred to me the expression I have heard so many times. What the world needs is a deeper, closer, finer, relation with God. For until we achieve that goal of goals, there can never truly be Peace on earth and good will towards men. -Edithrose Bannon-'41 PAGE 135 NAME IT AND YOU CAN HAVE IT-1-BUT PLEASE BE KIND f If a person desires to be a humorist, it is necessary that the people around hlm api' f ' Contrlbutors J Altman Goes L. Hainsfurther P. Warton D. Schwartz J. Evans L. Harvey should be at least as wise as he is, otherwise his humor will not be comprehended l 3 f V : Q ' De PAGE 136 X 4 8010 HOMO HUMORIST CURRENT EVENTS With the smash year 39-4-0 coming to a close, your humble reporter has been busily making a survey of the leading events which have taken place therein. How many burning ears there would have been if your poor over-worked damoiselles could have been in on those breath-taking, stupendous bull sessions in which I had the misfortune either to partake or eaves-drop. This year, the Freshman Class, which has been very quiet, except in study, seems to be made up of a group of se- rene, demure, and, of course, innocent little ladies. There seems to be one mem- ber, however, who is too busy to do her algebra, as the only figures she has time to tinker with are those belonging to the Gold and Blacki' basketball team. She is also very much interested in a little blue Plymouth which often glides by our famous green barriers. Another one of the Freshman half-pints daily indulges in Baby-Ruthsv and guzzles them down voraciously as she feels she is badly in need of Dextrose. Also, two other Freshies have become very friendly these past few months--could it be 'cause one of ,em has an extremely cute brother? Another little Fresh has been secretly receiving Valentines daily, even though that sacred day is long past-is the admirer a S.P. or unknown? The Sophomores have had a gay time ever since Xmas when that one sheep- doggish Soph started that train of par- ties. The trend of their events has defi- nitely been towards gaiety and fun, and has been met with disapproval by a certain E.F. and her cohorts. Another Soph, the President of the class, too, I hear tell, no longer listens for that cer- tain car horn which used to make her jump out of her seat in Latin. On the other hand, one of these famed ladies believes in Ouija Boards and is anxiously and eagerly awaiting the day when she will meet her man of destiny- tall, dark, and handsome Malcolm Rhodes. The Juniors are certainly not on the ball these days and have been keeping much away from those stupendous hen parties. However, when one of the sup- posed intelligent members was asked, Why did the Pyramid Age end? She meekly answeredf, I guess they ran out of stone. Last but not least by any means, I come to my own beloved class mates, the Seniors. They, as usual, are on top and averse to any gossip or the like. 1Heaven help me for that one.J The other day when our top-notch scholar was asked what the Areopagus was, she calmly replied, HA canal down your throatf, Another brain-trusty Senior K initials A.B. for a hintj is noted for her famous faux pas. During an exam when all was quiet and all eyes instructed to remain on our own papers, she pipes up, Mrs, Parsons, so and so has the wrong answer to the third question. The integrity of the Seniors truly is overwhelming, I hear tell. As time is growing limited, I must sign off, but if you have any questions as to What Goes On Herei' just ask me, and if I can, I shall be glad to render my services. Your Humble Reporter PAGE 137 BEATRICE BAIRFACT'S COLUMN ON ETIQUETTE Dear Miss Bairfacts: What should I do, if a man tries to give me a kiss? Misled Answer: Accept it, one won't make you fat. Dear Miss Bairfacts: What should I do, if a man puts his arm around my shoulder? Y. Shure Answer: Wouldn't you rather have that than a cold shoulder? Dear Miss Bairfacts: - I am slightly overweight. What can I do to lose it? Big Bertha Answer: Bring your lunch and leave it in the cloak room. Dear Miss Bairfacts: What should I do when a man gets me out on a limb? Doubtful Answer: Wouldn't you rather be out on a limb than out in the cold? Author's note: I am not responsible for the work herein. I only write it. B.R. RECIPES. . AN IDEAL RECIPE Good afternoon! This is Miss Tetten- weather Potofspinach fnot of goldj broadcasting from Miss Faulkner's Ideal Kitchens located at the Faulkner School for Perfect f?j Young Ladies. Our recipe today is for those tempting, tasty Date Kisses. These kisses are cer- tain to be a specialty on Friday and Saturday nights in the eyes of that cer- tain young man. First of all, take a cup of starlight,' and mix with a corsage of orchids. Beat three whites of eggs and mix In the Mood flour. I'm sure that you all can go ahead with the recipe from here so I leave it in your hands. PAGE 138 In making these Date Kisses I want each and everyone to remember not to be too fast for the results!! After three hours of torturous baking, the date kisses may be taken out of the oven. We suggest that you spread on a thick layer of Personality Frosting. At the completion of this recipe we are sure that you will receive either of the two results: 1. You will win the way to a young man's heart. 2. Your company will suggest that you use the ash can for the re- mainder of the cake. I OLD FRIENDS Well, well, well! If it isnit my old pal, Bixby! Hi, you old horsefaceli' This singular greeting was aimed at a moderately dressed middle-aged man, a timid- looking man with that hen-pecked appearance of a weak-willed business man, who is oppressed by the fear of a demanding wife. The speaker's character and personality revealed themselves by his cordial salu- tation and friendly slap on the back. He was a large, hearty, generously proportioned man with the ruddy complexion of a man who probably takes liquor. Say, Joe, I haven't seen you in years. Howas tricks? roared the hearty one. But I-ii began the man called Bixby. Stopl I know just what you're going to say. You were going to say, 'Isn't it funny that we should meet on the train after all these years?' Now wasn't that it?'7 assumed the other. Well, Bixby muttered, 'snot exactly. You see- To think that you would remember me after all these years, he cut inf' I knew you wouldn't forget your old room mate, George Anders. How long ago was that? Now, please, may I- Bixby tried again. Ah, yes, must have been nineteen years next June, since we graduated, lowest in the class, from the dear old university, George offered. How've you been, fella? You see-I, started Bixby once more. '6Fine, fine, George interrupted again. Does your arm ever hurt you? Remember the time, he went on without waiting for Bixby's answer, the Juniors were hazing you and made you put a dead mouse in old man Burnett's bed and he caught you doing it? That was the funniest thing that ever happened to mef, Now look here,', Bixby meekly persisted. I'll never forget the time our papers were alike in exams, George continued, and Smith blamed you for it. That nearly slays me whenever I think of it. Mn Anders, he attempted but with the same success. And the time, George repeated, we all put cracker crumbs in your bed every night for a week and you were too afraid to do anything about it. Will you ever forget it? That was a killerf' Now listen here,'7 Bixby demanded. 4'Here's where I get off. It,s been swell seeing you again. So long. Say 'Hello' to Bert for mef, he ended. How strange, thought the one called Bixby, I have never heard of George Anders or Bixby or Bert before in my lifef, -Louise Harvey PAGE 139 FASHION S by ULTRA MODERNE Good morning, Ladies: I have good news for you today. The latest thing on the market to add to the com- fort of milady is the bouncing bustle. This ingenious creation is fitted with springs, and the sensation is too, too fascinating. The bustle comes in three sizes small, medium, and large to fit all shapes. And girlies, have you noticed how high women's skirts are becoming? The days PAGE 140 Q ji '. iv iN NSN S.. X M 1 OUR STYLIST of swishing, sweeping gowns are definitely OUT. At the present time, the modern miss is not con- sidered chic unless three inches of buttoned booties peep from be- neath the hemline. And here is something for the daring damoiselle who does not mind throwing convention to the winds. Neatly folded in a little bag is a piece of chamois skin. During the course of a gay eve- ning, if you notice that your nose is shiny, why you can discreetly slip away, gently rub the chamois skin over the shiny surface and PRESTO-you're as fresh as a daisy again. What will they think of next? The up and coming color com- bination of this season is oyster gray and pea green. fFoodsie, isn't it?l One of our most pop- ular debutantes was seen at a fashionable resort wearing one of those new knee-length I shockingly shortl bathing suits, with alter- nating stripes of these two colors. Well, dearie, I must toddle off to a fashion show-but I shall be back tomorrow with palenty of exciting fashion news. 'wvmv ' if . OUR FAVORITE HYMNS Orchestra Leader-Tommy Dorsey, because he has a soothing way of making us so-o sentimental over that certain gentleman. Actor-Clark Gable, because we dreamed the other night that he took over Faulk- ner, and was our face Scarlett! Song Hit Hero- The Little Man Who Wasn't There because during this inter- mezzo our marks soared to Aas without distraction. Comedian-Jack Benny, because he has a droll and charming wit which comes in six delicious flavors. Politician-Sumner Welles, diplomat whom we admire with a fierce intensity because he has the rare power to keep a secret, and can hold his tongue in English, Spanish, French, German and Italian. Playwright-James Thurber, just because his idiocy appeals to the fool in us. Author-Oscar Fingal O'Flahertie Wills Wilde, for his sage observation: Chil- dren begin by loving their parents, as they grow older, they judge them, some- times they forgive themf, fForgive usll Scientist-Anthropologist Hrdlicka who, after a heated conference, stated simply and wisely, as though to an exasperated female: HI have stopped arguingf' Singer-Jack Leonard, because he has the power to take us out of this world- Once in a Whilef' Composer-Hoagy Carmichael, because he has a unique way of expressing those sentiments which clutter up our hearts, already over-taxed. PAGE 141 Liglzlwoighfs and Hcavywcights A . M N -4' . 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