Kelvyn Park High School - Kelvynian Yearbook (Chicago, IL)

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31 1 did you fuss and primp so. Will you ever forget that evening W of Ge-ne Autry and his horse Whitey for was it Blackyl-and Q5 'Qig always Iimmy at your side? Will you ever forget how Iimmy helped you over that mud puddle and accidentally mis- Qp judged so you landed right smack in the middle? But you y A didn't care. lf he Wasnft a Walter Raleigh in practice at ' f 'll Q least he was in theory. Chocolate sodas at the drug store, a walk home and shaking Iim's hand for the best time of your lite at ll:3O. Iimmy tripping over the steps as he departed. You dashing up the stairs to bed, in a white haze, oblivious to the smiling glances ot mother 'n dad. What matter that you later learned that lim had asked I you out on a dare from some Kelvyn junior who didn't think -Q, -N t. ,-. 4'4- he had the nerve. What matter that you detested Gene : Autry tyou were in the Clark Gable stage then! and liked Q strawberry sodas. What matter that you fell in love two ' Saturdays afterward with that gorgeous thirty-five year old , - bachelor daddy brought home to dinner? What matter? x Never more were you one of the undated, unloved, unnoticed. ' '5 ' ' me You had had your FIRST clate. Iune Trachtenberg THE SLUIIIIHIEIYS LHIIIEIIT Shiv'ring and dripping after a swim, I have to struggle to get back in trimg I dash to the mirror-alas, I'm a runt And all of the tall girls are piled up in front. I'm ghastly and pale and my face is a sight, But my stringy, wet mop is my far greatest blight. Some powder and lipstick, at least l look fair, But please tell me, please, what to do with my hair. Ah, there goes the bell, and l, brazen lass Must wring out my locks in my algebra class. -Shirley Parker

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Hlllll IT HLL BEGHII You were only about fourteen then. The braces on your teeth hadn't yet reached the invisible thin wire stage. You were in the class labeled ado- lescentf' Your hair hung every which way-you hadn't learned yet that just a permanent wave and a daily combing and no nightly curling didn't mix with impeccable coiffures. It was still your pre-French days, so you didn't even know what a coiffure was. Addicted to the latest in slang, impeccable was way beyond you. Oh, it was a long time ago--way back in the thirties. You were just a freshie at Kelvyn. Lipstick was gazed at in awe but not applied. Since you'd become a high school student, you wore silk stockings regularly. Imagine! You even came to school looking neat! fNow the sloppier the bet- ter.l And then one Saturday afternoon when you were wandering about the house pondering over whether you wanted to cook taffy or maple nut fudge delight that night, the telephone rang and you answered. And ROMANCE came into your life. You immediately recognized Iimmy's voice. F - jimmy was the kid next door. You still have the scar S on your forehead where he knocked you over the head with a stovepipe in a playful moment. He still has the scar on .xggi -Q, , his forehead where you knocked him right back with the ' same stovepipe one playful moment later. He was fortu- nate in having hair which always hung down into his eyes and completely obscured his reminder of you. You hadn't adopted that curlbanq yet, so yours was visible upon close scrutiny. Boy, you'd squabbled, thrown snowballs, played baseball lwhen he'd let youl, gone to Sunday school, and done well nigh everything else together all your life. Now jimmy was five feet six and growing every day. There was a slight suggestion of a dark shadow along his cheek and upper lip and his voice squeaked to rival the mice. When from his lofty sophomore pedestal he deigned to talk to you in school or when he met you on the street, he was really doing you a big favor. You felt like heaving another stovepipe. With all the wisdom of his fifteen years he would invariably make some wisecrack about fourteen year old emigrees from grammar school which exasperated you beyond measure. My dear, he and his friends were the most nauseating creatures. And here was jimmy on the telephone. Lo, Marge? Yup, lim? Yup. Busy tonight? Complete amazement, followed by a very quick recovery. Then coyly lyou haven't bee-n studying your big sister's technique all these years for nothingl, Let me see. I don't think so. I-lm-! No, not busy! How'd ya like to go to the show with me? My dad got some free passes for the Bijou. Gene Autry's playing! l'd love to. What time? 'Bout seven. Bye. With what meticulous care you dressed. Not even when you attended that formal at the Drake last month 30

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Gossip is a Everything's supposed to be a secret, but, confidentially, not. Eavesdropping in the hall, you might hear: . . and right in front ot the whole class she told I could do better class. Imagine! going to her class . . jealous, because Tom asked me to go to HS I ll!AS SHUIIIG lot oi hot air with malice aiorethought. , it's . 'fi-x .fs 91 1 S 'II :rn iq? 4. v 'lx' h it Fa t Ll !'-1-'gw.15l me work if I didn't flirt with the guys in the --:y not The nerve of her! Believe me, I'm tomorrow. Ithink she's just . . . S- 'I the .. 75' ' prom instead of her. Huh! If I were a fella, I wouldn't be seen walking down the street with her. You know what she told me the other day? She said, 'Listen, innocent, you keep away from Tom or' . . . . . l'll have to have that book report next period. Honest, Ioe, she asked me for it just down the hall a while ago. I tol' her I thought I could have it by tomorrow, an' she said . . . . Brownstein's lookin' tor ya', Bill! Guess he wants to have one of those little 'fireside chats' with ya'. I-Ie was sore 'cause you weren't in the gym for practice yesterday. Oh, oh! Here he comes. You better . . . ...dive in the pool, rescue the lead, and swim across the pool and back. Miss Ekstrom said that's all you have to do to get . . . . . punch drunk!! My mother said she'll never spend another New Year's Eve like that again. Ha! She told me she hoped I never would either. She should know . . . . that's cipal's orders and period tomorrow . the only way you can make up the test. Those are the prin- we have to carry them out. It you can be in 204, the eleventh 1: . . you can get the dress for halt price. They're having a big sale, and we can go down together. I'm having a test in geometry, anyway, and I don't want to be here. Suppose I meet you . . . . in a couple of years. Ha! 'I'hat's a laugh. Harmon won't even L. I lllllllk L Q 2,145 5 E IM' t wtlw be heard of then. There'll be bigger and better stars with next season's games. Why look at Popp and Gunkel! In a couple of years I say they'll be . . . . . in the Army. Can you picture him in the Army? Too bad the draft came too soon. We were just getting acquainted. Ihope he . . can't last long at this rate. The way the situation stands, England hasn't got a chance. Now wait a minute! You asked me for my opinion and I'm giving it to you. By the way . . . . I kissed her, and she slapped me so hard that I'm still red in the face! But I don't care. She's still hotter than Carmen Miranda. Boy, but definitely. And so on and on into the wee hours of the eleventh and twelfth periods. Esther Grexa. '