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

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' 'ifcfnvw' FIFTH GRADE ANNE HELEN COWAN HELEN ANN HARWOOD VEYA JANE McGREW BEATRICE ANNETTE MELLOTT MARILLYN MURREL MILLER OFFICERS President ........ . ........................ ANNE HELEN COWAN Vice-President ...... .... H ELEN ANN HARWOOD Secretary ........ ......... M ARILYN MILLER Treasurer ..... ..... .... .......,..... V E 1 A .IANE McGREW Colors: Blue and White Flower: Red Carnation IN THE SPRING In the spring the birds will sing, And the children will play in their swing. The squirrels at rest, and the birds in their nests, And all other creatures are singing their best. Early when the sun comes out, The flowers begin to sprout. If the wind will gently blow, The flowers can sway to and fro. -Anne Cowan FALL When the leaves turn red and brown, And the wind blows round and round, The birds fly south where it is warm, And the North prepares for a storm. Little squirrels are hiding acorns, Bonfires are burning leaves and thornsg You can see the sky right through the trees, Because the wind has taken the leaves. --Marilyn Miller Page I3

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JUURNEY'S END FOR LADY It was midmorning in July. Not a leaf was stirring. The sun was blistering. The farm animals were resting in shady places. Even little Blitzkrieg, the cocker, lay panting in the shadow of the barn. Judy, dripping with perspiration, yawned, turned to me and said, Gee, Weeds, whatever can we do to cool off? Just then, out of the house, came my pal's mother with two tall glasses of Daisy's cool, fresh milk. My, it was good! Then Judy realized her mother was wearing riding breeches. Oh, Mother, are we going for a canter? Yes, Judy, I thought it was the best way to cool off. You and Helen Ann run and get on your riding things, while I ask Henry to saddle the horses? As I climbed on Patches, he seemed as happy to be off as I was. Lady was quiet. Henry gave her a pat as she left the stable. Poor Lady was not so young as she used to be. We had ridden down the little country lane for about three miles when suddenly we came upon a railroad track. Around the bend came a shrill whistle. Lady sud- denly broke into a fast run, Patches at her heels. Lady stumbled, turned a somersault into a ditch with Judy still clinging to her back, shrieking in terror. Judy's mother dismounted and dragged my little pal from the horse. Lady, kicking madly, got to her feet, stumbled across the road, and fell. Lady came to her Journey's End. -Helen Ann Harwood SUMMER In summer the grass and trees are green, The lakes and rivers are blue as the sky, Pretty leaves and pretty flowers, Very tall corn and pretty water, Very tall wheat and pretty meadows. -Vera Jane McGrew WINTER In winter the snow is white, The lakes and rivers are icy, The trees are brown and bare, Snowmen, snow forts made of snow. You can ski, snowshoe, and skate, No green leaves and pretty water, No tall corn and pretty flowers, No tall wheat and pretty meadows. -Vera Jane McGrew Page 14