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

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An Air-Raid NE night after I had gone to bed, I was wakened by an air-raid siren. For a moment I didn't know what was really happening, then, all of a sudden, I realized. I jumped out of bed and put on my coat, my jodhpurs and my shoes. I was in the middle of this procedure when mummy came in and told me to hurry downstairs to the shelter. After getting the dogs up from their sleep, I ran downstairs to the basement to the shelter that we had fixed-just in case. Mummy, my sisters, the maid and cook were all down there when I arrived, the sirens had stopped blowing, and you could hear planes going over the house. I gave the dogs sleeping pills, so they would not be frightened, being out in the country, you couldn't hear the anti- aircraft very plainly, so after a while they slept peacefully. It wasnit long before the 'Gall clearw sounded, and we came upstairs to inspect the damage, if any. I went down to the stables to see how the horses were. As I opened the door, I could hear them whinnying. They were all quite all right, and I went on back to the house. After drink- ing some steaming hot cocoa, and eating some cookies, I went to bed, and the thought of an air-raid never crossed my mind again that night. Diana Latham, 743 A Letter Home Dear Mummy: Waldorf-Astoria, New York City, New York Saturday. At last I am in New York after having been seventeen days on the sea! We arrived here last night, and it certainly was good to see the lights again after the blackout in England! I went around like a crazy person turning the lights on and off in the hotel, it was so nice not to have to worry about whether you could see light shining through the curtains or around their edges. I can't tell you much about the journey as the officials on the boat told us not to, but I will tell as much as possible. The most exciting thing was the convoy. There were several other passenger ships as well as our own, and with the other boats, it was like looking out on a town! We arrived at New York via Halifax, Nova Scotia, where we left our convoy, and came on down to New York by ourselves. It was just about dusk when we came into the harbor, so you couldn't see much, and there were so many people at the dock, one didn't know which way to turn. But we cleared our bags alright and then came on down to the hotel. I shall be here about a week before going down to Kentucky for a week and from there we are going to Canada. Write to me at Uncle Paul's. Give my love to everyone. Diana. fDiana Latham, '45'l fNote: Diana Latham of the class of 19413. is an English girl visiting in Louisville for Hthe durationfij Twenty-six

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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

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Job-Hunting GLOOMY, rainy day. Thisiseemed to coincide with her mood, for truly, the future looked bleak and dreary. She couldnit possibly overcome such odds. Every- where she heard the same thing, uSorry, noth- ing today, HWe're not hiring at present, Hllll notify you if any vacancy occurs. She just had to think of something, for how could she return home with the same sad tale of no luck. A gleam of hope flashed in her eyes. Yes, there was one way of escape she had overlooked. She carried several insurance policies. At least her family would be taken care of. In a daze she walked to the curb and dashed in front of an oncoming car, but the driver swerved aside, barely missing her. Still possessed by some force, she climbed a twenty-five story building and peered over the side. An extra shove, a loss of balance, who would know? An attendant leaped at her and grabbed her coat. With words of advice ringing in her ears she hurried away. Now what to do? Two attempts at death. There was nothing else to do but to go home and perhaps try again. In her room she stared at a letter lying on her dresser. What could it be? She read it unbelievably-an offer of a job. Uttering a joyous cry, she ran to the top of the staircase. Her foot caught on the rug. She fell headlong. She would never fill that vacancy. lean. Hendrick, ,43 Tire Trouble AVE you had this feeling of uneasiness which has pervaded the nationg that feeling of anxiety which hangs upon us like a wet blanket? Has this been brought on by worrying about the sugar ration, or about the national debt? No, I think not. I think that if this matter were investigated we would find at the bottom of it all Mr. Leon Henderson and his tire rationing board. The tire, which was once looked upon as a mere circular piece of rubber, has now taken on an almost golden tinge. A little while ago when we heard our tires screech we laughed merrily-now We shudder at the faintest squeak. No humorous radio program is complete now, without some joke about tire-stealing. And I have noticed my father throwing a wist- ful glance at his tires as he parks his car on some dark street. No more do we light- heartedly hop into the car to get an ice cream cone or to mail a letter. Vlfe wait until there is an accumulation of errands, and make one trip to take care of them all. The nation has certainly become tire con- scious. My tires will last for some time, and then-well, lill be seeing you at the chirop- odistl Mary Jane McDowell, '43 Singing Do you ever hear a continual noise- until It almost drives you insane? The incessant ticking of a clock, Or the pattering of the rain? I7ve sat up at night and thought and thought About the logic of the thing, And what made me do it, is the lady Next door who thought she knew how to sing. Day after day, week after week Always do, ra, me, fa, so. I said to myself: flim. you know how to stop it, It only takes just one blow. So now, l'm in prison, a common killer, But I'm not ashamed of a thing. I'd do it again if the prisoner' Next door gets a notion to sing. Jean Roach, '43 Twenty-seven