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

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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

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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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The Coronation N THE morning that the present King of England, George, VI, and his Queen were to be crowned practically all London was up, dressed, and in town by seven in the morning. The roads leading in and out of town were closed after that hour. At our house, though, we must have been up even earlier, my father and mother were going to the Abbey, so it took hours for them to get dressed, as my father had to wear his robes! Finally, after they had left, my sisters and I went into town to the apartment on Park Lane where we were to be to watch the procession. We arrived there at seven al- though the Royal Carriage was not to come down Hyde Park until after the ceremony, which meant about three or four in the after- noon. But there were plenty of things 'to watch during our wait-whole regiments of Memories of a Fox N THE days that the old Berkeley hunt met at the Master's house, we, meaning sister, Jean, my brother, Francis, and I, would have to get up even earlier than when it met on the common. It was about a two- mile ride from our house to the big old mansion where the Master lived. After eating a big breakfast, especially big if it was cold, we would go down to the stables, get our horses and set out. There was always a big crowd gathered on the first day of the meet, and when we ar- rived, we saw many friends who were mem- bers of the same hunt. People chatted for a while, some tried to keep their horses quiet, others admired the Master's horse, and the spectators, who had either walked or come by car to see the hunt start off stood about. By the time the hounds arrived, both the people and the horses were ready to leave, the whips got the hounds together, and we started off. w fusiliers, hussars, and grenadier guards passed from time to time. The splendor of their dress uniforms, I will never forget. Finally, the time came for the King and Queen to drive down in front of where we were! Soldiers from all parts of the Empire came in front of the carriages of the Royal Family, bands played, people cheered, some fainted in the crowds below, for the strain of waiting half the night had gotten the best of them. Then, around the corner came what all these crowds had been waiting for, the Royal Carriage. The King was bowing and the Queen was waving her. L I, thekbrightness of the carriage D . the red of'-'fthe Beef Eaters, uniffrft -.ade a brilliant picture. Very soonqrtne .Arocession had passed, and people had only the memory of the event they had waited so long to see. Diana Latham, 743 Hunt in England On the particular day that I am writing about, it didnat take long for the hounds to scent the fox and start giving us a long run. Through woods and fields we went, the whips in front and behind, leading us all, the Master in his pink coat that showed up so' well against the trees and fields. We cornered the fox finally in a field, the Master had the hounds kept off by the whips, which gave the fox time. t' 'ret away again, after that. the hunt was ' I ' up and fi In spite O1 V z ever, we had al-gooullrw -nd a lot or tun. When we returned to the Masteris house, it was the custom to have drinks followed by a big breakfast which was always welcome. After having eaten heartily, we would return home where the horses would be rewarded with hay and oats for their day,s work. Diana Latham, 343 Twenty-five