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

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Lincoln, The Man E WASN'T a Caesar, a Roland, a Luther, a Cromwell, nor yet a Washington, but just Abe Lincoln. That is why Cwithout a crown, a sword, a sermonj we love him as we do. Homely, gaunt, ungainly, yet cheerful, wise, and pa- tient, he lived as Honest Abel' and died his country's HSavior.,' . Lincoln didn't build an army, nor take a single fort, he joked, he hauled a pig from the mud, but he raised a drooping standard and won a people's heart. Men write the name of Washington with a silent awe, but they tell Lincoln's stories as though he were only a departed friend. Peggy Shelley, 142 The Coming of Spring Snow drop gave place to violet, Wind flower spread a white carpet Round the budding beeches. Misty blue-bell and dainty Lily-of-the-valley filled wooded glades. Forget-me-nots gave charm to bank And wild iris, to marshy streams. The wind shook the perfume From the flowers. Spring had come! .loyce Garibaldi, '42 Wintefs Apparition Long, thin, tapering fingers of the winter witch, You grow in the chill, still night on my window ledge And greet me with an evanescent gleam, Sparkling in the radiant reflection of a winter morn. Or are they sly winter's icy locks, That snap and crackle like a ghostly laugh At the slightest touch of human hand, Yet will grow and glisten with haunting hue? Peggy Shelley, 142 Twenty-three

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Do IY-ou Believe in Santa Claus? IS hands were clasped in front of him, his pug nose was pressed against the window pane, and his little mouth drooped with a sad, pitiful expression. A blase society matron, openly annoyed by the shoving, bumping Christmas shoppers, paused to look at the display. She shuddered with distaste at the grimy, slovenly little urchin. The boy edged nearer and asked eagerly, Do you believe in Santa Claus? The woman turned, hesitated, then sud- denly patted the boyis thin shoulder, 'gOf course, I do. Sometime later a joyous little boy ap- peared, almost hidden by his heap of bundles, and ran happily down the street. The woman hurried away and was lost in the surging crowd, but the sweet smile and the far-away expression portrayed happiness, not boredom. Peggy Shelley, '42 Darkness NE of the queerest things in the world is Darkness. It comes and goes at reg- ular intervals, but sometimes it is light- ened by the moon and stars. Darkness brings peace from the day's worry and toil. Rest, quiet, and contentment accompany it as it makes its rounds about the earth. I would love to go with Darkness on just one of her journeys around the universe. China, Japan, Switzerland, France, Alaska, Africa and the United States, all meet her and greet her in different ways. Some wel- come her because of the protection she brings to them from enemies, while others actually dread her arrival, she holds her sway over some countries for at least six months. Darkness closes the day as a perfect, peace- ful ending to all the light and sunshine of the hours before. She lets the soul and heart unburden themselves in sleep during her presence here. A lonely feeling may steal through your heart at the thought of Dark- ness, but it welcomes it for the rest and con- solement it needs is found in Darkness. Where does she come from and where does she go? Will anyone ever know? Ethel Price, '42 On Writing ci Theme You say it isn't hard to do- Well for you that may be true, But for me-I must explain Itls quite a different thing again. A title first, what shall it be? The sturdy clock frowns down at me, As if to say, '4Don,t be so slow, At this rate you will never know. The end at last, and with great care - I sign my name-and the class right there. I'm glad you find themes easy to write, As for me-Ild rather sleep at night. Twenty-two Carolyn H art, 7.42

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Twenty-four' ' l THE JUNIOR CLASS From Left to Right, Back Row: Betty Vaughan, jane Hall, Elizabeth Ann Eggers, jean Hendrick Mary Annette Poulos and Patricia Reager. Front Row: Mary McDowell, Diana Latham, jean Roach, Alice Jane Abbott, Kitty Maddux. The Class of '43 With everyone being drafted for war The Juniors were drafted, too. They were dressed in khaki and told to march, Then they answered the red, white, and blue. Mary Annette on a praneing steed Led,011r aroma through thick and thin. V ith the hand grenade id willing to win. y., ,r.. ,O and roaring of the guns ,Were answered by Betty and Patg ln the gunners' nest they aimed and fired With. 21 continual rat a tat tat. Kitty and ,lean never let things get blue, They kept our morale way up high. Jean Hendrick watched for the planes overhead Firing Hliig Berthai' to the sky. MA. J. and Jane in a U. S. tank Came rumbling in with the breeze And during this battle where was I? Hiding behind the bushes and trees! Elizabeth Ann Eggers, 743