Kentucky Home School for Girls - Pandaisia Yearbook (Louisville, KY)

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March Storm USK had just fallen upon the wind-swept world. The rain began to descend in a miniature torrent drenching the entire forest and flattening each blade of grass. The sky was a forbidding steely grey. Light- ning flashed in sheets, showing clouds tur- bulently rolling across the heavens, or again in great forks of blue-white electricity that shot in zig-zagged lines piercing the rain clouds and accompanied by great claps of thunder. The wind howled and whistled through the trees. It blew the rain in great gusts which beat against every exposed surface with a relentless drumming. The trees swayed to and fro, bending almost double. From behind one of these black trees slipped a weird formless thing. I could not discern what it was-it was very tall, with no apparent shape. I stood frozen with horror looking at this fluid mass which my eyes saw, but my mind could not grasp. It moved with a sliding movement across the rough hill side, toward the porch of the old shack under which I had taken refuge from the storm. I could not move-my thoughts were too active, my legs too passive. I shut my eyes and let the cold rain beat against my fevered face. My hand clutched desperately at a stick which lay close by, in an instinctive groping for some protection, no matter how futile. It was almost upon meg its arms stretched toward me. My throat, which had been locked by fear, suddenly opened up and I heard myself scream-a shrill terrified scream. Then everything became blurred, I heard a roaring in my ears. The last thing I knew the horrible shape was bearing down upon me. My screams must have attracted some hunters, for they say they found me lying on the ground. I had fainted after that one desperate effort to attract attention. With the daylight I regained my strength at the hunt- ing lodge where they had taken me. There were no marks on my body. The hunters say I was not touched by anyone. They don't believe me, and, as I see this sunny forest, I scarcely believe my memory. But you may be sure that I shall never go out again on a windy March night in the deep forest of the Appalachian mountains. Janet Core, '42 I Wait and Listen It seems I wait and listen, In the night air, damp and cool, And all about-just everywhere Are stars in a depthless pool. It seems I wait and listen To an owl on a far-off hill As he hoots into the mystic night When all the birds are still. It seems I wait and listen, Perhaps to the neighboris dog Who howls and howls with some delight Into the gloom of night and fog. But still this does not wake me From the dream-like mood I'm in- The day gone past, the day to be Their thoughts I try to shun. It seems I wait and listen In the night air, damp and cool, And all aboutgjust everywhere Are 'stars in a depthless pool. Eighteen Peggy Shelley, '42

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Back Row: Betty Vaughan, Sally Gary, Tosca Garibaldi, Annie Laurie Ham, Patricia Wellons, janet Gore, Kitty Maddux, Harriorre Bland. Middle Row: Ann' Bush, Susan Harris, Joyce Garibaldi, Edith Taylor, Mary Hilleary Bryant. Front Row: Virginia Quarrier XVynn, Patricia Reager, Doris Ann Frick, Anne Rowland. The Black and Gold LL year round we have different sportsg each in their season. First comes the hockey season, which is the favorite sport of the school. This year we played differently from other years. Our school was divided into two teams: one consisting of the Seniors and the Sophomores which was called the Gold Tearng and the other. of the Juniors and the Freshmen called the Black Team. Each team had their own captain: Joyce Garibaldi captained the Gold Team and Patricia Reager captained the Black. At the end of the season a trophy was awarded by the school to the Winner. This year, the Gold Team won. The trophy is to he passed down, each year. to the winning team. Hereis hoping next year's Gold Team keeps up the good work and again wins the coveted prize! Besides this, we had outside games planned for us with the University of Louisville, the Amazons and the Masonic Homeg the season was enjoyed by all. Later, when the weather was too cold we had howling and badminton in the gymnasium of the Church of the Advent. As the weather changed and there were sunnier days, we had soft hall and socker in the dirnple. In the course of our season of sports. our gymnasium teacher, Miss Moore, left us and Mrs. Elliott ahly took over in her place. The sportsmanship you learn and the fun you get from sports was shared hy all who participated this year. Dorothy Von Allman Seventeen

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Country Lyle HE ground was hard, the trees bare, and the air sharp as a razor. The country lay in dull stillness. It was the time of year that you wished you could go to the city and live in the nice warm comfort that city life brought. There, the houses were close together and you couldnlt look around and see the cold landscape that surrounded you, when you lived on a farm. Poor Jackie wanted to leave home. Every- thing there was so dull and cold. Slowly he went through his tasks of milking the cows and feeding the chickens and carrying out the numerous other duties of farm-boys. Soon all were completed and he stole up to the hayloft to try to soothe his troubled mind, but the hay was cold and damp and be could feel the air piercing its way through the gaps in the barn wall. Soon his mother called him in to the house for his supper, and after he had consumed a rather large and very excellent meal, he went over to the fireplace and settled down to read his lessons for the next day. At first he felt that he was just reading words, not even his homework was interesting, but nevertheless The Kindest Person CCENTRIC? Yes, some people describe lake as eccentric, though, certainly not I. To me, he is the kindest, most gen- erous down-to-earth human being I have ever known. It may seem peculiar to you that an old darky, tall and stooped, with weary, sleepy eyes and snow-colored hair, could possibly have had such rare and fine qualities. Nevertheless, he did. My memories of him are as old as I am. When I took my first tottering steps and learned words other than Dada and Mama, ,lake was there. Jake delighted in retelling the complete story of my father's life, and likewise, I de- lighted in hearing. Particularly, the time father punched the neighbor's boy and sent him home with a bloody nose. Time and again, I sat at the foot of ,Iake's old rocker, breathlessly listening to my favorite story. he kept to his task. Then, like a flash, some- thing struck-the words registered on his mind. Before, he had tried to concentrate, but now he was interested. Why was it that not till now had he got anything from read- ing? The story was about Abraham Lincoln and told of how he had lived as a boy. It told of the log-cabin and of his reading by the fire- place to educate himself and told of his life in the country. Here at last was something vital. It wasnit till then, that country life suddenly became exciting. Abraham lived on a farm, surely it is good enough for me, thought Jackie, and Lincoln had been Pres- ident. The idea of reading about an historical figure and having his life like his own sud- denly took hold of Iackieis imagination. From then on you couldn't drag Jackie off the farm to live in a city, from then on only sissies lived in a city and the dull stillness of the farm suddenly glowed with brightness, for at that moment the sun showed itself from behind the grey clouds and the wind was al- ways warmer, Dorothy Von Allrnen, '42 Foe Ever Known Perhaps the reason ,lake and I got along so well was the fact that I was no child in his estimation. In his presence, I was sud- denly transformed from a small girl to a perfectly normal adult. It was easy to tell Jake things that I had kept within me for fear of how others would take them. It was the spring that we looked forward to with enthusiasm and animation, because it was then, we could plant our seeds and care for them. We like chrysanthemums best, large, golden ones! Now in the spring when I walk near the chrysanthemums shooting up from the ground, I see silhouetted against the setting sun, an old darky, slightly stooped, gazing with pride upon his treasures of gold. Annie Laurie Ham, ,42 Nineteen