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

Text from Pages 1 - 44 of the 1943 volume:

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Thy precepts, firm and free, Keep thou our dreams on high, We'll keep in loyalty. Ever to thee we cry: ' Oh, stay thou our faithful friend Oh, hear our unchanging song, Till our life shall end. Alma Mater, strong! Clarice Hewitt Leavell, 1915 fMrs. fohn Winthrop Pennockj fwritten in 19221 The gfiezrimns gaenlare - - - A silent path banked by trees, A roaring ocean, a gentle breeze, Moonlight spraying an earthen clod, Are all the works and wonders of God. Claps of thunder, pattering rain Driving winds, a country lane, The green of weeds above the sod, These, too, are the works and wonders of God. A cricket's chirp, bird's song at morn, A daffodil's color, the r0se's thorn, A shining star, a fading sun, Are the handiworks that heaven hath done. Patricia Reager, 343 Three 1943 0112155 will 4 E, the Senior Class of 1943, still, we hope, in our right mind, and of sound judgment, leave, . . . period. Spatial Bequests Alice Jane Abbott leaves her dancing ability to Miss Weakley, to keep up the interest of her next Senior Class. Elizabeth Ann Eggers leaves her height to Annabelle Morierg may she grow wiser as well as taller. Betty Ezell leaves her dignified laugh to Miss Anderson. She will keep it to herself. ,lane Hall leaves the drawings in her history book to Mrs. O'Bannon who will, unquestion- ably, make good use of them. Jean Hendrick leaves her vocabulary to Judy who, we hope, will profit by it. Helen Hickman leaves for the nearest race track. We wish her luck. Pax Hickman leaves her form sheets to Sissy Coldfarb. May they not lead the young astray. Diana Latham leaves her accent to Mary Owsley. What a combination! Four Mary McDowell leaves her sun tan to Mary Jane Bachman. We advise vinegar for the painful stages. Kitty Maddux leaves her lunch to Madame. It,s better than vitamin pills. Mary Annette Poulos leaves her cheese to whoever wants it. May it give them a con- tralto, too. Patricia Reager leaves her school spirit to Anne Bush. Carry on, old girl, carry on. Jeanne Roach leaves her absence excuses to Sally Cary. Sally says, feelingly, she needs 'em. Katharine Wathen leaves her chewing gum to Mrs. Bullitt to give more power to her jaw. Betty Vaughan leaves her worries to Susan Harris. Susan, don't let them make you hag- gard. Written at the dictation of Elizabeth Ann Eggers, Helen and Pax Hickman, '43, flllass H HE court will please come to order, i roared the Judge, as he pounded heav- ily upon the well-worn desk with his large, red hand, paused and then continued: '4The case before the court today is of momen- tous importance. It is one of great weight, and the decision of the jury will affect a citizen of universal reputation: namely, Father Time. It will also affect the greatest class ever known, namely, the Class of 1943 of The Kentucky Home School for Girls. I will endeavor to explain the case. The Spirit of the Class of 1943 holds that Father Time has completely demolished the class unity. In fact, he holds that the aged citizen has com- pletely demolished the class, and furthermore, if the alleged demolisher cannot clear himself of the guilt concerning each individual, he shall be forced to pay over to said spirit a sum of money, which shall be stipulated by the jury. c'The first witness, Spirit of the Class of 1943, will take the stand and present his case to the jury, omitting all details. '4Your Honor, and gentlemen of the Juryf' the Class Spirit said in a calm, unfaltering voice, NI have been allowed to present my own case and I will try to do so briefly. I am Guardian Spirit of the Class of 1943 of The Kentucky Home School for Girls. Ten years ago, when this class graduated, it excelled all previous classes in unity and spirit. Now, I do not know where a single member is, in fact, I have hunted for each individual, but in vain. My searches have been fruitless, and my labors are lost. Therefore, in the name of that class, I demand that Father Time pay damages to such an extent that no more will he be tempted to demolish such a noble body of people. I thank youf' The Judge rose mechanically to his feet and said, '4The next witness, Father Time, will take the stand. A worn and fatigued figure arose and moved quietly to the stand, took his seat and began, Your Honor, gentlemen of the Jury, I have only af-mm a few words to say concerning this charge. I will tell you, though, that this Guardian Spirit has been very negligent in his duties-far more so than I have. I will clear myself entirely of this stain on my character by telling you where each and very one of that notable class is. I will take them up in alphabetical order. Alice Jane Abbott is head of the lace depart- ment in Woolworth's. '4Elizabeth Ann Eggers is off in a secluded spot, and gives to the world, monthly, another translation of an old Latin book. 'gBetty Ezell is riding a motorcycle at various State Fairs. n.Iane Hall has spent the past few years inventing cosmetics guaranteed to stay on until they come off. Jean Hendrick has dedicated her life to the uplifting of the Indians, and has begun by teaching on an Indian Reservation. '4Helen and Pax Hickman are joint editors of a column in The Times called: 4Lover's Lane for Love-Sick'Lunies!, It seemed that both were disappointed in love, or were never willing to part from each other. 4'Diana Latham is teaching mathematics at Vassar. uKitty Maddux is compiling statistics for the United States Government on the subject: 4Food Requirements of a Nationf 'LMary McDowell is the originator of the famous 4Mary's Candyf It is sold all over the world. The largest portion, however, is sold in the Congo region. 4'lVIary Annette Poulos always had high ambi- tions. She is a tight rope walker, having risen, thus, above the usual throng of the world. 'f HPatricia iReager is running a hospital for feeble-minded cats and dogs. Her head nurse is Libby Eggers who finds a close connection between this position and her translations. 've 'fleanne Roach is running the elevator at Stewartis. Betty Vaughan has been disappointed in love and has resorted to the Salvation Army for comfort. c'Katharine Wathen is, and has been since her graduation, compiling a summary of Ameri- can History. Up to the present, it only has two million, nine hundred thousand, six hundred and sixty-six pages. It is thought this worthy effort will be given to the public within the next hundred years or so. MI thank you. MCentlemen of the Jury, the Judge said in a loud and tremulous voice, uYou will please retire to the jury room to make your decision. The Jury withdrew. For ten minutes nothing could be heard in the court room except the ticking of the large clock hanging upon the wall. At the end of that time, the jurymen filed in and resumed their former positions. The foreman of the Jury arose and said, '6Your Honor, we, the gentlemen of the Jury, are ready to render our verdict. We hold that Father Time is not guilty of the charge brought against him, and we, furthermore, advise the Spirit of the Class of 1943 to be more careful of his duties from this time forth, for evermoref' Betty Ezell, ,43 Q11 girth mth at Qrginning Another spring, another class Once more begins to say, alas, 'Tis time to think of toasts once more, To close the door on high school days, To start again in a brand new phase. Not to forget one's friends of old, But, in new faces, more friendships mold. We should think of school as a preparation For whatis to come in days ahead, When Nazism will then be dead. Six lane Hall, 743 Sentra: flllzxss PATRICIA SHERMAN REAGER President of the Senior Class Editor of Pandaisia This above all, to thine own self be truef' JANE SWIGERT HENDRICK MARY JANE McDowELL Vice-President of Senior Class Maid-of-Honor to the Queen of the May Her voice was ever soft, gentle, and low-an Chairman of the Mountain Fund Bazaar excellent thmg ln Woman-9, Head you may think, Heart you may feel, but Hand you shall work alway! Seven KATHERINE LOU MADDUX The Queen of the May 45 7, A merry heart goes all the day. JANE WHITMAN HALL BETTY VAUGHAN Hockey Captain GC 77 Do not turn back when you are just at the goal ELIZABETH ANN EGGERS A Business Manager Treasurer The great use of life is to spend it for something HA daughter of the gods, Eight that outlasts it. Divinely tall, and most divinely fairf' 1 HELEN LOUISE HICKMAN MARY PAXTON HICKMAN A horse! A horse! My kingdom for a horse. Some trust in Chariots, and some in horsesf' I , DIANA ALLMAN LATHAM MARY ANNETTE POULOS I '4And ever upon the topmost roof our banner '4Rejoice, give thanks and sing. of England hlew.'7 N ine BETTY ANNE EZELL KATHARINE BILLINGSLEY WATHEN '4Nothing great was ever achieved without Laugh and the world laughs with you, weep and 77 77 enthusiasm. you weep alone. JEANNE PEPIN ROACH ALICE JANE ABBOTT NA little knowledge is a dangerous thing. Hsoft is the music that would charm forever. CTI- 0' 'Glhe Stallion E stood with his ankles and his nose buried deep in the soft green grass which sur- rounded him. Slowly, very slowly, he nibbled his way from the cool shade of the trees to the bright summer sunlight which fell slant- wise across his back, turning his coat from polished mahogany to dark red, lit with gold from the sun itself. Not once did he raise his head from the grass, except when an occasional fly hummed lazily overhead, and then with a single swift movement he tossed his silken mane to the skies, stamped his foot, and flicked his long black tail across his back. Through his veins ran the blood of many kings, and his name was printed in the thick black book. Knowing this, he was arrogant and proud and wasted no love on any man. Let them step from his path when he approached and move quickly in attendance to his smallest wish. He was a king above all kings, for there was no rival to his throne and no successor. All day he roamed the pasture without disturbance. and when the shadows grew long and dark, he re- turned to the quiet comfort of his stall. To an observer it would seem that he had the best of life and could want no more. Sometimes he would raise his head suddenly from the grass, hearing perhaps the loud, clear call of a bugle or the thunder of hoofs racing close behind him, and it would be then that he would leap forward and run round and round the pasture, stretching his long, strong legs in front of him as far as they would go. But there was never anyone to race with him, and he would soon tire of it and go back to his grazing with the sweat white and foaming on his neck as it had been in a yester- day of long ago, only then there had been others to run with him. But that was in the years that had come and gone, never to return. Now he must be content with the greenness of the grass, the blue of the sky, the warm sunlight and the shade, and always he was glad of the shade. Helen Hickman, ,43 51101151115 I walked down to the sea one night, The air was cool and clean, The moon was full, the stars shone bright, No better sight could e'er be seen. And as I walked, I thought I saw The coast of England, strong and fair, Gleaming in the moonlight, serene as before. I cried to her, she did not hear. For it was just a dream I had Of days now long gone by, When all was peaceful, nothing sad, And soldiers did not have to die. Diana Latham, ,43 Eleven Twelve 352 What have I learned by time? The world is so large and I have seen nothing. I am not wise, nor brave, nor strong. Like all mankind I must be small. You are not old, For age is not made From days or years, It is from songs and Tears of heart and soul. So you are not old. , But I am old, older than time itself, Although my years Cannot match yours. For there is no music Left in me, Only a broken memory, So I am old. Helen Hickman, '43 Cgufnns lag Sainte The trees down South Wear green all year, But our trees change Their wardrobe here. When winter comes They pack away Their emerald gowns, So shimmering, gay, gipring Spring-the enchantment of the word! The brilliant flash of a scarlet bird. The hazy smoke, like a will-oi-the-wisp, A yellow leaf so' new, so crisp. Then swept by sleet And freezing rain, They wear sheer gowns Of cellophane. But in their flame-red Gowns of fall, I like our trees The best of all! lean Hendrick 43 The sweet dank smell of the moistened earth, Winter is dead, Spring hastens rebirth. Elizabeth Ann Eggers, '43 MAY DAY, 1943 KITTY MADDUX, May Queen MARY McDOWELL, Maid of Honor QHHHQ QRHQHHQ The drum beats roll, a fan-fare sounds, And through the door a Herald bounds, Proclaiming in accents bold and loud, News of the Queen to the smiling crowd. A new queen to rule, for a brief happy hour, Oler the antics and dances 'fore a flower-hung bower. This is the climax of a long Senior Year, When a queen is elected and the students all cheer. This is the moment dear to the dreams Of every Senior, who smiles and beams At the thought of the honor on the First of May Of being a Queen, though for one brief day! Tammy Miller, '46 Thirteen Biz Qlinlle mth-ei lfliufer THE following conversation is between two ambitious men, one of whom has partaken in history, and the other of whom is par- taking in history in the making. Scene: Hell. Time: 1949. Napoleon: Well, Adolph, old boy, I see you didn't quite make the grade, n7est-ce pas? Hitler: It was not my fault, Bonaparte, it was that fool, Goebbels, who made the mistakes. He lied so well, I believed the lies myself. Napoleon: Well, Adolph, that's life for you! Hitler: And those damn Russians with their cold weather. My boys all froze to death, the weaklings. Napoleon: Please, do not speak of Russia in my presence. Hitler: Ha! That's right, you did have a little trouble up there, yourself. I'd forgotten about that. Napoleon: I'll say I did. Those birds were hard nuts to crack. I had figured them all wrong. Hitler: Himmel! l So had I. Napoleon: It was fun, though, wasn't it, seeing all those fools die for us? It really H1112 'Gills Across life's torn battlements Of struggle, strain, and toil, A dusty figure ever moves, The tiller of the soil. Fourteen boosted my ego. I almost had the whole con- tinent under my thumb until I ran into those Englishmen. Hitler: They certainly did play foul ball, Bonyg do you know they invaded my countries without letting me know one thing about it? Napoleon: What happened then? Hitler: Well, after the invasion, they marched through France . . . Napoleon: They did? Hitler: Let me finish, will you? Where was I? Oh, yes, they marched through France, came into Germany, occupied Germany. Then, they came out to Berchtesgaden, got me out of bed, and threw me in jail. I nearly died of fright, cold, hunger, and exposure. Thatis what they did to me, those swine. Napoleon: A very inconsiderate gesture, I'd say. Hitler: That's not all they did: they had me shot! Look! here are the bullet holes. Napoleon: Whew, you did get riddled. Look out, here comes the master. Devil: All right, wise guys, back to work. Napoleon and Hitler: Yes, my lord. Patricia Reager, '43 r of the Soil His heraldic shield is the ploughshare, His emblem is the clod, And the dark brown earth that stains his hands, Holds him close to Cod. Betty Ezell, '43 mar woman Sophistication, determination, An enormous quantity of inspiration, Working and saving, And never Hflag wavingf' Hoping, praying, Her duties obeying, Dancing, romancing, Sometimes even prancingg But she still writes that note To her soldier who wrote That he hoped she could Wait For that planned wedding date, And she still goes to buy Those bonds, so he'll fly, And secretly yearns For the day he returns. Cheerful, fearful, At times, even tearful, But she learns Nurses, Aid For which shels not paid And goes with the masses To night Red Cross classes Where she sweats as she crams For those final exams. Yet she's still gay and charming, And her hats are alarming, And she still has a manner Thatls completely disarming. Yes, she's learned what it is To get in and dig, And really be part Of something that's big, And sheis ready to help Her country to win, So that she and her man Can be together again. Betty Vaughan, 343 'Shag gllight without weapons WO men adrift at sea in an open boat. A relentless sun above, the last drop of water long since gone. The younger man has already begun to mumble incoherently, looking furtively over the gunwale. Suddenly he leans down: 4'Stop, you fool! You know if you drink salt water it will kill youln Thatis a story enacted many times in these days of sinking ships. But a stranger one is being enacted in a Boston hospital. Hunger and thirst again. A young man, his face pale, his lips dry, rises to his feet as his comrade nods and asks: nHow do you feel? nI'm not hungry any more, but Fm weak in the knees? '4All right, this is your last one for a whilef, The young man pours out a glass of water and slowly drinks it. It is sea water. It isn't his first drink from his flask, filled with a sample of the Atlantic Ocean off Nantucket, for the young man is one of a group of conscientious objectors acting as Hguinea pigs in a series of scientific tests to ascertain 'fthe utilization of sea water by the human body. . . . Two types of tests are being made. In one a liberal amount of fresh water is taken, and boys drink as much as three glasses of sea water a day beside. In the other, fresh water is limited to the point where life can be sustained for only ten days. Then specific foods are sub- stituted for a certain proportion of this minimum supply of water, to ascertain if a certain specific proportion of food and water is more beneficial than the water alone. To this ration of sea water, food and fresh water are added, the amounts of sea water varying. Maybe one of these two tests will show just what ship-wrecked men should carry, to enable them to stay a longer time on the sea without mishap. Katharine Wathen, '43 Fifteen 'Hitamins VERY hour on the half hour, we are enthu- siastically told of ingenious little gadgets calledi ?....which will do everything but make you fly, no doubt when further developed, they will soon achieve even this. These things come in either the handy pocket size, or the economy package fabout 500,000J which will last the average family for three generations. Starting with A and heading rapidly toward Z, they will cure anything from ingrown toe nails to abnormal swelling of the dongeralia glands. Their discovery has opened up whole new fields. Thousands who used to feel perfectly healthy, now have found huge vitamin deficien- cies. Thus science has served another large group of humanity and achieved still greater suc- cesses, and man has taken another step toward the time when he can subsist on synthetics alone. , Mary McDowell, '43 Uhr ieniurk gllzxrefxxell HE class of 1943, being about to pass over the Commencement Divide into the Great Beyond, would bid a fond and formal fare- well. Their standings have been running so high that the Board of Education says there is no help for them. Some have unkindly insinuated that their demise is hastened by bad cases of swelled head, and that they are affected with dizzy spells caused by too much gloating over the lofty heights to which they have soared as a class. This is an erroneous elucidation! Let me state there has never been in the history of the classes in this school, or any other, a class so brilliant that was so modest and unassuming, so unobtrusive in the hour of victory, as unpreten- tious 194-3. No, dear schoolmates, their untimely de- parture is due primarily to overeating. They have fed upon History, Latin, French, Algebra, English grammar, Shakespeare, and other mental foods, until they have highly developed cases Sixteen, of information of the brain All that can be done for them is to let them graduate. They are fading fast, for their esophagi are over- worked, so frightened have they become over the great Commencement ceremonial. Their departure is also attended with an excessive heaviness of heart. It grieves them sorely to leave the school in the wrecked condi- tion it will be without them, they are sad to leave the other classes, and especially the Juniors, so bereft as they will be when they are goneg they are sad to deprive the remaining students of the models of scholarship and inspir- ation, yes, they are sad that they are to be parted, for they have loved their schoolmates only a little less than they have loved them- selves! And so, at this parting hour, the Seniors of 1943 bid a fond good-bye, farewell, vale, auf wiedersehen, adios, and au revoirl Mary Annette Poulos, '43 JUNIOR CLASS Left to right: fliront Rowj Harriotte Bland, Edith Taylor, Ann Rowland. fTop Row? Sally Gary, Susan Harris, joan Greenstein not in picture. From studious Freshmen To Sophomores wise, We've passed until now We as Juniors arise. We follow the footsteps Of our Seniors dear, And hope to succeed them As Seniors next year. Our class is the smallest In all of the school, But our spirit the gayest, We find it a rule. English is ,Ioan's class In which she does well, The rise of the novel To you she must tell. Susan and Edith In history glitter, They prefer it to Latin. It makes them feel fitter. E112 Qllass nf '44 Chemistryis the subject Which Sally prefers, She's also an artist Whose hand never errs. Ann is the scholar In our Latin class, To her, Ciceroys easy While we never pass. Study and lunch are the times I like bestg I do better in these Than in all of the rest. This ends my poem Of the class '44- Next year as Seniors Of us you'll hear more. H arriotte B land, '44 Seventeen 911 'tgiliure Qlunfusin' Urgent Qonusin AVENHI' you heard people say, on a lovely warm day, mDon't you wish the school would burn down? I have pictured what it would be like. Ding, ding, ding! smoke pouring out of the windows and doors. Mrs. Gary walks calmly out with her brown leather book satchel. Miss Anderson: Girls, who was responsi- ble? School as a chorus: uWe weren't Miss S3 , Anderson! Miss Buchanan: fstraightens the chairs in the study hall on the way outj '6Susan Harris here's another book of yours. Oh pshaw, girls, someone is chewing wax. Mrs. Bullitt: '4Oh, mercy, where is the new History of Art Book? Miss Scott tis seen walking quietly out pick- ing up her fur pieces on the way.j Miss Weakley: lWon,t let her class leave the room, because she believes it's another Junior prank.D Miss Anderson: '!Ed, carry out the statue in the reception room and my Audubon Bible. Ed: HI ain't gonna git burned, I'm a-leavin' Miss Anderson: c4Why is that girl going back in the school? Student: 'GMadame's hat and gloves are still on her desk. Juniors: QEnter Miss Garth's room.j Miss Garth: 'gEt tu, Brute. 6'Out, out damned spots! Out, out, I sayf' Miss Moody: uOh, all the music and recordsli' Mrs. Gary: '4Ah! That's the end of gNone but the Lonely Hearth If everyone realized what chaos that would be, they wouldn't make such a wish! Susan Harris, '44 Qmznzlyrnniams HIS telephone conversation is between Brutus and Caesar at the time of the latter's marriage to Calpurnia. They are talking about the stag party before the wedding. Caesar: Lucius certainly had some hot chorus girls last night-and could they hula! Brutus: But Caesar, his library was abso- lutely empty. He only had one uBatman Maga- zine and two HSuperman copies. Caesar: I was so busy watching those girls cut a rug? I didn't even see the library. Brutus: Where are we going tonight? I have a lot of reading to catch up on: I'm two weeks late on the Saturday Evening Post and besides Bob Hope's on tonight. I think I'll stay home. Caesar: Come on. Our host has marvelous wines, and I know he has all the funny maga- zines, because I was over in his library just the other day. He has a marvelous phonograph record, too, HI Donit Get Around Much Any More. I think I'll make it my theme song after l've married Calpurnia. Eighteen Brutus: ,lust think! You're marrying over a half-century before the greatest man is even born! Caesar: Oh, well, I bet my name lives for a long time, and I can see, now, school boys and girls struggling through my seven books on the Gallic Wars. Later theyill be struggling through Cicero,s works. He talks so much that it'll take them a year to read what he says in one day. Brutus: Ye, Gods! What literature those poor children will have to struggle through to get out of the senior class! uBatman,' and uSuperman will probably be read for relaxa- tion of the mind. Caesar: Well, I have to ring off, so I can be properly scented before the party. I'm sow- ing wild oats tonight, probably for the last time. Vale! Brutus: Same to you! Each hangs up, and goes to be made up for the party. Sally Frances Cary, '44 Egarrintte in munherlanh ' 'VE just finished reading Alice in Wonder- land, and as it,s rather stuffy here before the open fire, which casts long slender shadows across our living room floor, I feel like dropping off for . . . just . . . a . . . very few . . . seconds, but wait! That brown comfy arm chair in the opposite corner seems to move just a little bit. Am I dreaming? Heavens, the chair seems to take the form of a brown Jinnee! And that little red foot-stool seems changed into a small dwarf! The table, piano, sofa, and even the desk have changed forms into giants, brown- ies and witches! What's happening to our beautiful living room? The mirror! I'll go look in it, and everything will change back into its natural shape. I run into the hall with a bunch of ,Iinn and giants of all kinds at my heels, and when I look into the mirror, it begins to turn into a lovely white fairy! She takes one look at my distressed face and at the band of howling crea- tures that are grabbing at me with their claw- like hands, then pulls me inside the wall of our dining room. It's funny, but I've never noticed the way this wall winds, and . . . for goodness sake! Here are some steps and she's pulling me up-up-up-up-why welre way above the house now! And look, here comes that band of horrid creatures. My, but it's nice up here! Those clouds would make such wonderful whipped cream on a strawberry sundae. I'll bet that's where we get whipped cream, for isn,t that our soda fountain boy scooping up part of that rosy cloud with an ice cream scoop? I wish she wouldn,t pull me so fast, for I . C311 S I came toward him, standing there on the corner, I noticed, as I had so often before, how old and careworn he looked. He seemed to watch the crowd go by with an ex- pression of fatigue, but of understanding, as though he saw and understood every worry and problem on the minds of those who hurried by him. Few gave him even a glance of recogni- tion, although they had seen him often. I felt, as I stood lookingat him, that he realized their disregard and was deeply hurt by it. It must be a tragic feeling to know that you are useless and cast aside by the world. His expression showed that he wished more than anything else to be once more a part of the busy can't take in all the sights up here. ,lust wait 'til I come home and tell Mother where I've been! '4Oh, Fairy, can,t you slow . . . why you aren't a fairy, you're a green toad! Let go of my hand, you slimy thing! Oh, dear, our hands seem glued together What's happened to that beautiful fairy, and why did this toad . . . Oh, gracious, how cold it's turned all of a sudden! And the stars are even shivering too. Why, now I see! That's what gives them the appearance of twinkling! I do wish I were home, now, instead of being pulled through space by a horrible toad and being pursued by all the living room furniture, I mean all the living room spirits. The horrid little toad is now jerking my arm and . . . hels stopping! Those witches and Jinn will catch me if we don't hurry! c'Come on, toad, please come! Our hands are still stuck togetherf' I cry, as the bunch of evil fairies rush up on us while I'm tugging at the toadls arm. I can't budge him though, for he just sits there and smiles . . . and . . . smiles . . . theylre . . . getting . . . closer . . . smiles and . . . smiles. 'LWhy mother! How long have you been standing there pulling me out of this chair? Youlll never guess where Ilve been! I've been . . . where have I been? Oh, my, I guess it was just a dream, and I was so counting on telling you all about the strange places l've been and the things I saw, but right now, I just want to go to bed, and I'll tell you all about it in the morning. Harriotte Bland, ,44 Ggutnast life that went on around him daily. His run- down and unkempt condition made me realize that he must have been an outcast for some time, and needed a slap on the back to encourage him. All the lines of his face and figure seemed to droop and yet I could not help feeling that he could easily stand erect and take on a new aspect if only he were given a place in things once more. V But, each day sees a change for the worse in his appearance, as day by day, the old Post Office comes nearer and nearer to being only a memory. Ann Rowland, '44 Nineteen K.H.S. HOCKEY TEAM - Left to right: iFront Row? Katharine Wathen, Doris Ann Frick, Mary Annabelle Morier, Barbara Ann XVarren, Patricia Reager. lSeconcl Rowj Harriotte Bland, Ann Franke, Susan Harris, Betty Vaughan, Betty Ezell, Emily Nichols, Ann Rowland. lTop Row? Mary Hilleary Bryant, Katherine Maddux, Edith Taylor, Sally Gary, Patricia Wellons, Alix Berrien. 'gfiinrkeg OCKEY season opened with a bang this year with Betty Vaughan appointed Cap- tain of the Kentucky Home School Hockey Team, while Sally Gary and Harriotte Bland were appointed, respectively, captains of the Cold and the Black intra-mural teams. Our K.H.S. team trained violently for a month, then rushed against Valley Station who repulsed them 2 to 1. Our spirit was not repulsed, though, and against Sacred Heart, U. of L., and Collegiate we fought, each time being defeated by a few points. Betty, our captain, never seemed to get dis- couraged, no matter what the score happened to be, and she kept our spirit up although we know she was disappointed at our failures. Our Black and Gold teams fought three battles with the victories going to the Blacks. Twenl y Last year Miss Anderson presented the winning intra-mural team with a handsome trophy to go to the winning team each year. This year it went from the Gold Team to the Black with a compli- mentary supper given by the Colds to the Black. After several of the inter-school games buffet suppers were given for the K.H.S. team by hos- pitable members. This added to the enjoyment all experienced in the season. The athletics of the Lower School, this year have been directed by two of the Seniors of the Upper School, Kitty Maddux and Patricia Reager, to the benefit of both teachers and taught. Harriotte Bland, '44 Sally Gary, '44 1 I I ' Jnhunr Qgnzkeg N my athletic days, that is when I was seven, we decided to become hockey players. Unfortunately it was raining, so my sister and two friends and I constructed an indoor hockey field. The boundaries were the living room walls. One goal was under the big wing chair, the other between an antique table and the lamp. My big sister had a hockey stick, and the rest of us were supplied with Daddy's cane and golf clubs. We had a ball, Mother, who most certainly should have been there to umpire, was out playing bridge, and the maid, as usual, had taken it upon herself to do a little visiting, so our game was completely undisturbed. Our opposition, instead of being people, consisted mainly of chairs, flower stands and a gold-fish bowl. However, we divided up, and after a precise 44bully,'7 the precarious game got under way. The first foul came in short order, one of the visitors collided with the flower stand, and the mud flew fast and furi- ously, and what was more terrible, it 'splattered on to the newly covered chair. Now we were really in the mood! Each fancied herself a Virginia Eady, or some other local star, and became increasingly determined to make the win- ning goal. Well, the winning goal never came. I pulled back my golf club for a driving blow, but hit the fish bowl before I hit the ball. Water, snails, shells and fish were strewn across the 'ahocki field , and at that moment the referee entere , and the punishment was more severe than alfree hit for the other side, because mother took the free hit. Mary McDowell, '43 mar Glhanges have forgotten already the alleged joys of motoring, the trains that used to be on time, the jitters I used to get after my second or third cup of coffee, how it felt to throw away an empty Lin can with great aban- don, the days when you could scratch a match on both sides of a, matchbox, the isolationist arguments you used to hear at dinner parties, what it was like to hail a taxicab that did not already have somebody in it, the years when practically nobody had ever even heard of Guad- alcanal, and wouldn't have known where it was anyway. And some other little things I've learned since the war began: that a jeep is cuter than it is comfortable, that pilots are forbidden to fly for at least four days after taking a sulfa drug, that blood plasma, in the form in which it is sent overseas, looks very much like dried-up taffy candy. lean Roach, '43 Twenty-one 7 1 SOPHOMORES Left to right: QFront Row? Mary Hilleary Bryant, joan Miller, Alix Semple Berrien, Loneta Sisk, Nancy Armstrong, Harriet Field, Ann Franke. CSecond Rowl Mary Stuart Anderson, Mary Owsley Grant, Ardelle Hoke, Charlotte Bullitt. iTop Rowj Patricia Wellons, Ann Bush, Caroline Kennedy, Mary jane Bachman. The Gllaaa nf glfnrig-fine Can you imagine 4'Stu', without long hair, Or Caroline Kennedy burdened with care, Or Nancy without sighs for H. Bogart, Or Charlotte missing a class in art? Just think of Pat without her glamour Or Alix getting an A in grammar, Or uBush without a thing to wear, Or ,loan Miller not taking a dare. 9 Picture '4OWsley,' minus a book, Or Loneta with an unkind look, Or HFranke not babbling all day long, Or M. J. Bachman without a song. ln spelling think of Harriet with a D, Or uHokey not buzzing like a bee, Or '4Hilly,', our president, not alive To hold intact old Forty-Five. Alix Berrien, '45 Twenty-two Queen glllilaraarhinu HE most beautiful and graceful Queen Maraschino walks down Orange Terrace, that inexpressibly gorgeous tract of land just outside her castle wall. Now she enters Grapefruit Town, that lovely section of her estate from which come the famous waters so good for one's health. As she loiters down the charming Pineapple Way she looks over into the world-famous Jardin des Pommes. She, at last, reaches Bibb Landing, that enormous green sec- tion bordering her entire estate. Well! After chasing that cherry all over the plate I've lost my appetite for the fruit salad. Caroline Kennedy, ,45 Uemptaiinn Hanging in the archway from our hall to the living room is mothcr's pride and joy. Sus- pended by brass chains over brass ram's horns are three clear glass fish. They have raised glass scales, red eyes, and cork noses with red mouths painted on the corks. These fish, with a little luck and much encouragement, hold plants of living ivy or philodendron. The corks in the faces of the fish are to drain water out, and they always serve their purpose. Although this desire has never come to me, it attacks and overcomes almost all who visit us. The stoppers must be removed. And when this happens down streams the water, over wall and floor. Yes- the stol pers are for emptying the fish. Ann Franke, 145 C-A glillusiral gliligth HERE are two musical, and perhaps myth- ical, islands near the exact middle of the great High-C. One is the cheery, noisy little Isle of Jazz, ruled over by a saucy little chap named King Sax. He wears his crown at a jaunty angle. His impudent face is usually very red from continuous blowings of wind instruments, which constitute the delight of the King and his people. The neighboring land is called Symphony Island, and its ruler, the noble Queen Violin, is cultured and dignified. The two islands are very different. The little Isle of Jazz has flats near the surrounding High-C, but inland it rises and falls sharply in jagged Once they were at war. Led by saucy King Sax, his people bombarded Symphony Island with a continuous din of blatant, clashing noises, and the people of Queen Violin fought back with all the power they could produce. Then came an armistice. Someone asked what the two peoples were fighting for. No one could think of an answer. So the ambassadors decided that there was room in the great High-C for both peoples, and they have lived near each other in the great High-C for sometime, without interfering with each other. Some musical travelers prefer one land, and some the other. There are a few who seem to enjoy both lands, breath-taking cliffs and peaks. The Symphony Island, on the other hand, is a beautiful land of rolling country, sweeping hillsides, and inviting woodlands. The two peoples are as different as the islands. and perhaps that is as it should be. Harriet F ielcl, '45 Elpizmo EBBEUII Gay copper curls and a newly starched pinafore, Two little ribbons as bright as can be, Legs swinging merrily, Voice humming eerily, Betty is searching to find Middle C. Barbara Ann Warren, ,46 Twentyvthree maltziltg gdliice HE man bent over the table and watched them in the cage. 'Round and 'round they ran, always moving, always in circles. Little brown, and white, black and white creatures, the mice were quite amusing to watch. The man had brought them home as a birthday present for his little boy . . . a pair of waltzing mice. Hearing his son's footsteps in the hall, the man hastily covered the cage, while the mice underneath still ran in circles. uDaddy,9' cried the boy, '4you're home! What did you bring me? T0day's my birthday, you know.', The man reached behind him for the box. '4Here, son,7' he said, here is a pair of waltzing mice. They're the kind that are always running in circles. Do you think you can train them not to? 'fSure, Daddy, replied the boy, and he went away with his mice to teach them to run correctly in straight lines. It was a hard task for a little boy. To undo the work of many years of careful breeding requires much patience. The cage was placed in his room, and he fed the mice. One day, the boy was surprised by the dis- covery of two baby mice in the box. He tried to teach the new ones to run in straight lines, but he made little progress, succeeding only in making them run correctly part of the time. Soon the mice had grown big, yet they were still running in circles. The boy was again surprised by the mice, for the bigger of the two mice had killed the other. The boy was very sad about this, and to punish the slayer, he put it into a separate cage, where it ran in circles all by itself. As time went on, the mice increased to great numbers. By this time the two original mice and many others had died, but there were still multi- tudes of mice left. The lad had a hard time trying to teach these to run in straight lines, and he succeeded with only a few. The greater part of them were running in circles, and still others went off by themselves and ran in figure eights. Some of the mice were stronger and craftier than others, and these few made the rest wait Twenty-four upon them, killing those who wouldnit obey. Sometimes these stronger ones would fight among themselves and kill each other, where- upon the slaves of the vanquished would have to serve the conqueror. As the numbers grew, and generations lived and died, the boy decided to have some help in training his mice, which he loved. So he called in a dozen of the neighbors, children, who helped him teach. In this way, more of the mice learned to walk and run in straight lines, yet many of them still ran in circles. One of the dozen children who was helping the boy did not like him, and he plotted against him. His chance to kill the boy came one day when the two were alone in the room with the hundreds of mice, teaching them to run correctly. The neighbor child slyly opened the door of the cage of mice, ran outside, and locked the door behind him. The mice inside swarmed all over the boy and began to eat him, for they were very angry with him for trying to teach them to run correctly. Hearing the shrieks of his son, the man ran upstairs and burst into the room just as his son was dying. He was about to kill the mice when his son cried out, Leave them alone, Daddy, they didn't know what they were doingf' The man relented, but he punished the mice by putting them in a dark cage for a long time. The neighbor's son shot himself with his father's pistol. Many years later, the mice were still running in large circles, following one great big mouse, which ran in the largest circle of all. The first two mice had long since been forgotten, and those who had been punished for eating the boy were all dead. The new mice had forgotten all about running in straight lines, and they all ran in a big circle after their leader. The man entered the room to feed them, and as he opened the door of their cage, they all rushed at him, trying to kill him. Yet he was stronger than they, and as he killed them one by one, he called out their crimes in a loud voice. After they were all dead. he burned their cage. Mary Owsley Grant, ,45 glllaslql Furman iieaher Cilnhahes iinglarth ATEST official communique from Nor- mandy reported the well-equipped inva- sion forces of William, Duke of Nor- mandy, had reached Pevensey, a point on the southern shores of England, catching the coastal defenders unaware. The soldiers easily gained a beachhead, their advance being covered by a steady stream of arrows from men in boats anchored off shore. Lanfranc, William's personal advisor, re- ported at a press conference today that King Harold's army was retreating to new positions at Senlac, probably awaiting very much needed reinforcements of spears and arrows. The in- vasion forces were estimated at probably two thousand men, armed with the latest improved bows and spears and arrows which were defin- Elite 3155521122 HE noisy, chattering students gradually filled the auditorium for assembly. When all were seated, Professor Hoosit held up his hand, signaling that quiet would be appre- ciated. The expected uninteresting speech was not delivered. The student body was slightly suprised to hear the sedate old gentleman speak of peppermint. He informed them that a few drops of essence of peppermint, sprinkled about, would soon fill the auditorium with a spicy odor. As he drew a bottle filled with a clear liquid from his coat itely superior to King Harold's. The invaders held air superiority, and their arrows were constantly raining destruction upon the retreat- ing Englishmen. An eye-witness account reported Harold was fleeing in a disorderly manner and his men were leaving their bows, shields, etc., in their tracks. Lanfranc stated that victory was inevit- able and . . . Oh! I awoke with a start when my f'English History slid from my lap and I realized I must have fallen asleep while, studying my lesson about William the Conqueror, and listen- ing to the very exciting news about the invasion of Africa by our men. I Anne Bush, ,45 uf Peppermint pocket, he asked them to raise their hands if they detected the odor. He allowed a portion of the liquid to splash to the floor. Hands immediately waved in every direction. Hoosit was not surprised, but the students were, when he announced that the bottle con- tained only clear water. The suggestion was made by the professor that overactive imaginations be put to profitable use. Nancy Armstrong, ,45 The Smallest fillings in Ellife HERE are some things that I can resist: but never fancy, fattening foods, sad movies, flag waving, soft cushiony sofas, black coffee, which I'm not allowed, buying clothes even though I realize that I'm overdrawing my allowance, taking off my shoes to let gooey Kentucky mud ooze through my toes, pencil sharpeners that really sharpen, Venetian blinds or even window shades that roll up without hesi- tation, prompt people. I dote on music, but not on mathematics, because I can't figure out figures, Chippendale chairs, high ceilings, old houses, medium long fingernails, all sizes, shapes and conditions of people, stiff hair-brushes, black velvet bows, the excitement of a trip. I'd give my eye teeth to be subtle, which I'm definitely not, or to go to an O.C.S. graduation, or always have a good book to read, or some place to go whenever I want, or always have a good subject, about which I might write a theme. But I haven't. C'est la vie. Mary Stuart Anderson, '45 Twenty-five Gite Stream HEN the very first glimmer of dawn ap- peared in the east, a little boy stepped out of the dark woods that stood on one side of the hill. He was very small and it seemed a little strange that one so small should be out alone at such an early hour, yet, he was, in his movements, so seemingly sure of what he was about, that had anyone chanced to meet him on his walk, it is doubtful that they would have stopped to question him. At the bottom of the hill, by the bank of a stream, the boy halted. First of all, 'he dropped a small fishing pole which he ,had carried with him, and then sitting himself down, began to pull off his shoes and socks. This task having been finished, he baited his hook and dropped the line into the cool, clear water. The little boyiwhistled and sang as he fished, for he was very happy. He was fishing for dreams, and since he used faith for bait, he was sure to catch something. The noonday sun beat down with all its force on -the open field. Its heavy rays seemed not to miss a single spot, and there were no clouds in the lazy blue sky. From the stream the little boy had gone, but in his place a man was fishing. He was tall and strong and his face was filled with wisdom. He did not sing hap- pily as had the child before him, rather he gave an occasional sigh as though the task was far too much for him, and he would look backward over his shoulder towards the woods as though wishing he might make his catch and be gone homeward. ln his hands he held a brand new pole that was long and shiny, the best that one could buy. But the man fished for the moon and the stars, and the sun, and since he used only knowledge for bait, it was doubtful if he would ever catch a thing. As evening approached, the shadows grew into long, weird figures across the field. The sun was almost gone, and down by the stream an old man sat all alone, fishing. He seemed very happy as he fished, humming bits of songs to himself and patting the soft earth with his wrinkled hand that bore timeis mark. The old man was fishing for memories, and since he used his heart for bait, he could not help but catch all he wanted. Soon the night would come and all the world would grow dark. Perhaps the stars would come out, lighting up the heavens with their brilliant fire, or perhaps there would be nothing but darkness. But the old man didn't care, for he was not afraid of the dark, and when the night came he would go back into the woods from whence he had come so long ago. Helen Hickman, '43 Qminhs ESTERDAY the wind howled in vicious scorn around my corner room. The snow came down in icy prickles to chill the spine of any human form, and rain fell coldly and mercilessly, now forming into icy pools, now freezing into smooth and solid mirrors. There was relief nowhere except by blazing, roaring fires, which seemed the most blessed things on earth after hours in the bitter, biting gale. Today, the wind is a gentle zephyr, tender Twenty-six and caressing to every spot it touches. The air is mild and faintly fragrant with the thousand odors of all the countless flowers now gracing the hillsides and the banks of tinkling streams. The rains which fall are light and sweet, forever giving more promise of more flowers, more birds, more beauty. All is changed now from bleakness to beauty, for yesterday was Winter, today is Spring. Pax H ickman, 543 Egnuselqulh Eggints for 251112 Cbuops Dishwashing QWith apologies to Tennysonj One more dish, one more dish, One more dish onwardg Down to the bottom of the pile We wash merrily onward. Forward the soap brigade, 'gCharge for the towels, she said. Toward the bottom of the pile We wipe merrily onward. Forward the soap brigade, Was there a dish mislaid? Not that anyone knew. Some were asunder. Theirs not to reason why, Theirs but to wash and dry, Up on the pantry shelf Go the six hundred. Pans to the right of them Pans to the left of them, Classes in front of them, Started to tumble: Down from the shelf they came, Who is to get the blame? x Some were put back again ' But not, not the six hundred. When will their glory fade? Oh, the loud crash they made! Everyone wondered. Honor the crash they made, Honor the dish brigade, Broken six hundred. Mary Hilleary Bryant, '45 mlm at lgrune is mrinklrh NCE there lived on a tree a very vain, but plump young plum. She was a lovely shade of blue and her skin was nice and smooth and shiny. In fact, she was the favorite of all the male plums. Of course, all the other young things were terribly jealous and began to make catty remarks about her figure. This made the pretty plump plum very unhappy, for she prided herself on her beauty. In fact, it hurt her vanity so, that she decided to reduce. This foolish plum stopped eating entirely and as pride goeth before a fall, she fell. Her pretty plumpness gave way to shrunken wrinkles, and she had the look of one who had been blown up and suddenly deflated. Her foolishness made her life so unbearable that she dropped in despair to the ground. As she fell a man walked by and popped her into his mouth. She tasted so good, that he told others about her, and now the fate of all blue plums is to be dried and wrinkled and eaten as prunes. Alix Berrien, '45 Parents Parents are peculiar peoples They love ideals as high as steeples All sorts of notions grim and grave Of how their off-spring should behave. They firmly believe in 'cEarly to Bed,'7 When it's much more fun to stay up, instead. They think home-work is a delightful chore That we all love to do, and should dearly adore. They frown upon too many movies and such, They glare at comics as not fit-to-touch They deplore the lip-sticks, the sweater and skirt, And our shoes that we carefully cover with dirt. l suppose it's all a part of the game Of Being Parents-but just the same, I can't think what we'd do with out 'em fOr even what we can do about 7emlj Tammy Miller, '46 Twenty-seven JUNIOR PLAY glitz in munherlanh ATURDAY, May the 8th, the Junior Class of the Kentucky Home School for Girls pre- sented Alice In Wonderland, at the Woman's Club. The play was directed by Mrs. George E. Gary, the music director was Miss Amelia Moody, and the costuming and scenic effects were under the direction of Mrs. John O,Bannon. The principal character, Alice, was portrayed by Pax Hickman. Other and most amusing parts were acted by Susan Harris, the Duchess, Harriotte Bland, the Red Queen, Joan Greenstein, the griffin, and Edith Taylor, the caterpillar. Incidental music was sung by Mary Annette Poulos, the Mock Turtle, Ann Litton Rowland, the White Rabbit, and Susan Harris. At the end the whole Glee Club joined in singing the Epilogue. Twenty-eight Betty Ezell, who was the Mad Hatter, had the most outstanding costume, the most telling item of which was an enormous white hat. One of the most effective scenes of the play was the Tea Party. Of course, the audience consisted mainly of children who seemed to enjoy themselves im- mensely, judging by the laughter and applause. Interviewing the girls back-stage, we found that they really enjoyed acting in the play and were as much pleased with their costumes as the audience. Altogether, the play went very well and, best of all, so many tickets were sold that there was no need of ads for the year book. Here's looking forward to more successes such as this one. Lewis Carroll, fPatricia Barbour Wellonsj, 546 35511513 . F by chance you have ever seen a dress bob- bing down the street filled by an old colored person with very little hair and a Hpleasantly plumpi' two hundred pound frame, carrying her uludasn, you will know it is a person dearly loved by many. 'GJudas was her name, after her pocket book, so called be- cause Judas carried the money bags, and she carried her church money in hers. She brought much happiness into many peoples' lives, not only by her cheerful courage, but by a strange expression which she, like so many colored people, possessed. Once in a while she would comment on life, as she did on the three classes of people. nThere7s rich folks and poor folks and 4strainers','7 she Cgreat mime E girls can save four minutes and one second every morning by having a boyish bob, one and a half minutes by squeez- ing the tooth paste out the night beforeg two and a half minutes by putting out our clothes the night before, one minute by wearing socks instead of stockings, two minutes by wearing moccasins or pumps, three minutes by wearing a one-piece dressy three minutes by squeezing the would often say. uStrainers as she explained are Mthose folks what are always trying to get somewhere where they ainitfi When given something, she would say, Thank you, Father. If asked why she didn't thank you once in a while, this would be her quick reply: '4lt's Him that done put it in your head, Honey Child. She stayed with us during the flood and con- tinuously preached about 6'Noah and the Ark. After the flood was over, she remarked HI'ze had to be praying something terrible driving them evils out of these white folks, and , she added, uparticularly out of himf, pointing to my gr ndfather. N Charlotte Bullitt, '45 gathers orange juice into a glass and drinking it, seven minutes by reading the last two pages of history while eating toast, forty-five seconds by brush- ing the crumbs off as we run to catch the bus. All of which gives us twenty-four minutes and fort -six seconds to s end throu hout the y 1 bp g n day powdermg our noses in front of a mirror. Mary Owsley Grant. '45 Uluuhs Columbus' ships were fine ships, They skimmed across the seas. Their saffron sails tugged mightily And puffed before the breeze. But my ships are sky ships, Their sails are dazzling white, And many a squadron starts at dawn And rides into the night. Some glide along the horizon And some at anchor lie, And some push through a foam of stars , Across the evening sky. Columbus, sails were fine sails And swelled before the breeze, But oh, lim very certain They were no such sails as these. A-:me Jennings, '46 Twenty-nine FRESHMEN Left to right: Front Row? Helen Gibson, Martha Gilbert Henry, Donna Walker, Mary Annabelle Morier, Ann Jennings, Emily Nichols, Mena Nash. fTop Row! Anne Bullitt, Barbara Anne Warren, Tammy Miller, Doris Ann Frick. The Qllazs nf 1945 Another year has come to end, And ere we go our ways, Let's pause for memories, dear friend, Of all those joyous days. The thrush at eve doth fill the air With notes of joyful glee, And yet it's just as much a thrill, When Tammy sings so free. Oui! Ouil of course we all agree To hear it's worth your while, For Helen Cibson's French, you see, Is said in perfect style. All are glad about a letter, lt's justly worn with pride, Emily Nichols plays much better, Weire glad sheis on our side. When Noah's Ark was built that day, The animals were tall, To Barbara Ann ,twould be but play With math, to count them all. This world is full of lengthy books, And most of them are smart, But Bullitt's brains to us it looks, Would fill them from the start. Thirty If ever you should have a tea, Don't fail to have one there, That's Donna Walkerg as you see, She's fairest of the fair. A new face now is shining bright To chase away our gloom, You guessed it, Martha Henryis right! She's new in our school room. When Rome was built they did not shirk Nor stop to laugh and play. Anne ,lenningis Ancient History work Is done in just that way. Smooth as silk and soft as satin, It,s clear as all the sky, Mena Nash knows all her Latin, And there her grades are high. They say that fear is spreading there Where lives a movie star, As Bunny Morier's glamorous stare Exceeds them all by far. At last this list must come to end. In closing let me rule That Doris Frick would like to send Her love to all the school. Doris Ann Frick 46 Qs mea igarig in the Hlungle RANDFATHER Giraffe was going to have a tea party, and his family was not invited. The noisy Parrot shouted the news to everyone who would listen to him, but the family of Monkeys had not received an invi- tation, either. These were the unhappy thoughts of the little Monkey as he swung along by his tail. But it was not in his nature to be gloomy, and he was soon racing through the jungle to tell his friends about a wonderful plan of which he had just thought. The next evening saw Grandfather Giraffe beaming upon his guests who sat in a circle around the feast he had prepared. Fat, old Mrs. Hippopotamus, looking very proud in her new pink dress with the bustle, sat where she could keep one eye on the fried herring and the other upon her husband, who was sitting suspiciously close to pretty Miss Jenny. The young girl just mentioned was a distant relative of Mrs, Ele- phant, and had come to visit her during the summer. Of course, Mrs. Elephant was a re- spectable woman and could hardly be blamed for having a member of her family visit her, but just the same, Mrs. Hippopotamus could not help wishing that young Miss Jenny was the relative of some other family that lived in a distant part of the jungle. Suddenly, a great commotion arose down by the river. The guests all hurried down to see what had happened, but when they got there, they could see nothing. Consumed with curios- ity, they hunted all around the banks of the river, but perhaps they would have discovered more if their curiosity had not been so great. Wh n the searching party gave up hope, they expected to return to a lovely feast. Imagine their surprise and regret when they discovered that all their food was gone. But their amaze- ment could not be compared to that of Mother Monkey when her little son refused his dinner which he usually gulped down with such gusto. Anne Bullitt, '46 'GIIQBQ jliiahe get 'ilhink nf Qlrelanh Once, back in Ireland, a long time ago, She saw the little people dancing in the snow. They didn't have shoes on their little cold feet, They looked as though they hadnit had a bite to eat, But all of them were singing, and their singing sounded sweet. Now she feeds the little birds that flutter in the SH OWV . They make her think of Ireland, a long time ago. Emily A. Nichols, 146 morn Ulrnuhle Brother ,lim is in the Navy, Sister Annis a Red Cross aide, And every girl can knit and purl, Or train to meet a raid! Uncle Sam says, Hvllork and studyln But it's hard to concentrate On olden wars and ancient losses And things so out of date. Wlar Geography has got mel Every name is like a sneeze, From Oahu to Waipahu From Minsk to Celebesl Miquelon and Madagascar, Guam, Tobruk, and Mandalay, They give me a pain inside my brain, And fill me with dismay. Barbara Ann Warren, '46 Thirty-one THE FROGS 3114212 3982 UMPING the calendar a day, Kentucky Home School had its annual May Day Festival, April 30th. We were happy that Mr. Sol looked down upon us with favor. By vote of the school, Kitty Maddux was chosen Queen of the May, and Mary McDowell, Maid of Honor to the Queen of the May. The whole school was kept in suspense as to the result of the vote until the festivities were act- ually underway. There were the customary dances presented for the Queen and her court, the other Seniors. To add spice to the occasion, the Gilbert Murray translation of Aristophanes' Frogs was given by the Sophomores, with the help of a Freshman chorus. This was romped through with telling effect under the direction of Miss Helen Garth. Thirty-two In the traditional Grand March, the primary grades led the school. The Fifth, Sixth, and Seventh Grades danced the Virginia Reel, and the Juniors, their number swelled by members of the other classes, danced the ever-beautiful Maypole Dance. The dancers were trained by loan Greenstein who was selected to be Herald to announce the Queen of the May and her Maid-of-Honor and lead the Queen to her throne, where she received her crown, her scepter, and the proclamation, which were brought to her by students of the primary. The day, as always, was enjoyed by all the school and they returned to work with a new spirit of loyalty. loan Creenstein, 544 Qllainhrnps The raindrops make a lovely sound, They fall on roofs and on the ground, They make leaves glisten like the dew, And seem to say 4'How do you do?'7 In Spring they bring the buttercup, ln Summer they freshen everything up, ln Fall they bring the acorns down, In Winter as snow they fall to the ground. So, all in all the raindrops do A lot of things for me and you. loan Ainslie, '47 l ggafnrt - With the rising sun, New life has begun, Has given new birth To the damp, cold earth. The cool morning breeze And rustling of leaves, Disturb the birds From their rest in the trees. The world seems alive With merry ringing, As feathered creatures Start their dayls gay singing. Night has departed, And the dawn is here. The Spring morn has brought A sky blue and clear. With no thoughts of work, Only thoughts of play, The night is o'er and Dawn has brought the day. Mary lane Brock, '47 The Minh Sweeping down on fields of wheat, Bending low their heads of gold, Through the light and blazing heat, Weather dark, or biting cold, Blowing calm, and then with gust, Over every field and town, Raising clouds and clouds of dust, Merrily the wind blows round. Evelyn Dixon, '47 Thirty-tliree Sub-glfreslymen Fixtures SUB-FRESHMEN CLASS Left to right: Kaye Brown, Mary Jane Brock, Mary Haggin Moss, Betty Ball, Evelyn Dixon joan Amslxe Thirty-four Anna May Bogie. Cfllass uf '47 A class of seven are we, The finest you ever did see. Janie, our student, we would say, Comes in from Waverly every day, For music we turn to Kaye Brown Who from the piano brings sweet soundg When time for Hockey look for Ball, She was the one to answer the call, .loan and Amie are lovely and sweet, And all agree are hard to beatg Enie's lhe poetess of our class And to her this is not such a task. But to me the job of being a poet ls certainly hard, and well I know it. Mary Haggin Moss, '47 mhz Uwe gferg nf at ilgararhute HIS is the story of a beautiful Chinese girl named Sun Yan, who was engaged to be married to a young Chinese missionary in charge of a little church, in the center of China. Since China had been in the war for many years, this central province was very poor. Because of the expenses of the wedding, these two people couldn't get married. In China it was very important for a girl to have a suitable wedding gown of embroidered silk. ' A young American, who flew with the Flying Tigers, crashed in China. He was in a fight with the enemy, and had engine trouble. The pilot was then forced to parachute out of his plane. He was scratched up a bit, but landed safely. He was then taken to the Parsonage where the young minister took care of him. Sun Yan met the aviator, and asked him if she could have his parachute, if it could be used. The young man gladly gave it to her. For many days the girls of the village worked on the parachute and made it into the most beautiful dress seen in that part of China. Before the aviator rejoined his squadron, he was a witness to one of the most charming wed- dings he had ever seen, the marriage of the lovely Sun Yan to the young priest. And the bride's dress? A parachute, of course. Betty Ball, '47 The Same C9121 Things The world grows better year by year, Because some nurse in her little sphere Puts on her apron and smiles and sings And keeps on doing the same old things. Taking the temperatures, giving the pills To remedy mankind's numberless ills, Feeding the baby, answering bells, Being polite with a heart that rebels. Longing for home and all the while Wearing the same old professional smile, Blessing the new-born babyis first breath, Closing the eyes that are still in death. Taking the blame for the doctor's mistakes, Oh, dear, what a lot of patience it takes. Going off duty at seven oiclock, Tired, discouraged, just ready to drop, But called back on uSpecial at seven-fifteen, With woe in her heart, but it must not be seeng Morning and evening, noon and night, ,lust doing it over and hoping itls right. Anna May Bogie, '47 Thirty-five r 'I GLEE CLUB Home tglgnf - - - NDER the able direction of Miss Amelia Moody, the annual circulation of flats and sharps began appropriately in the fall with a program given in chapel of patriotic songs and anthems. Soon after this, the familiar black carol books put in their appearance and we enthusiastically prepared for one of the most beautiful of our school ceremonies, The Christmas Carol program at the Woman's Club, complete with cottas and candles. We also sang carols at the Arts Club, The College Club, Christ Church Cathedral. Stewartis and over the radio, as well as a gala evening at Fort Knox, spent in impressing the soldiers with our vocal acrobatics. We were evidently successful, as a return engagement was made at which We sang Easter songs and anthems. In the Spring, Miss Helen MacBride came to the school to hear and judge some of Miss Thi fly-six Moody's best vocal pupils. This made an excit- ing as well as instructive afternoon. Those chosen to sing at Shelbyville were Mary Annette Poulos, Harriotte Bland, Kitty Maddux, Ann Rowland, Edith Taylor, Helen Gibson, and Susan Harris, all received highly favorable ratings. Our next musical flurry put in its appearance when we took our music appreciation tests, in which the Sophomore Class took all the honors. Our last music of the school year was at Commencement. The priests made their annual War March up the aisle of the Woman's Club. Mary Annette Poulos and Kitty Maddux of the graduating class sang solos, Alice ,lane Abbott, another senior, played a piano solo, and the Glee Club members covered themselves and Miss Moody with the usual glory, honor, and Largo. Susan Harris, ,44 THE LONELY HEART, ,26 B. C. I The fllnfner Stlqnul Fixture INTERMEDIATE DEPARTMENT Left to right QFront Row! Florence Hendrick, Dorothy Stonestreet, Barbara Berrien, Caroline Campbell kennedy Hildegarde O'Bannon, liettie Bryant, Barbara Ann Hunlow. 1Second Rowj Timmie Taylor, Joy Nachod, Joyce Victor, Virginia Rutledge. CTop Row? Laura Bullitt, Ellen Wood, Mary Lee Gary, Martha Frances Neblett. ' Egunting Bug GAINST the bright blue sky and the reddish brown trees, turned so by the autumn season, is seen the graceful figure of a hunting dog at work. He moves quietly, without so much as a rustle of a leaf, never heeding the tall grass as it brushes against his silky sides. He stops, his nose to the ground, Where unmis- takably is the smell of a pheasant. Certain now of the bird's hiding place, he lifts his hand- somely spotted muzzle, his front paw, and stands pointing like an arrow at the bird's place. Thus he stands, never moving until he hears the order a'Flush 'em. Then he springs to life. He bounds high over the grass to the pheasant's refuge, where the frightened bird crouches, petri- fied, then flies. A shot, and the pheasant falls, the hunting-dog finds it, and picking it up very gently, he carries it back to his master with an air of satisfaction. Joy Nachod, 71:11. Grade Thirty-seven 4 F' lx. Ellyn Sail ,gferg uf the Iilife nf a gffiatch W will tell you the sad story of my life, because now that I am of no use to any- one any more, I have nothing to do but sit here in a can with a lot of other burnt matches. HI began by being a seed. I was lying on the ground in a big forest. After a week or so I took root and in a few years grew up to be a fine big tree. I had many pleasant times in the forest and should have liked to live there always, but one day some men came and chopped me down. I was taken to a factory where I was cut into a little stick. Then, I was taken into anothe. room and my head was dipped into some bad- smelling stuff. When I was dry, I was put into a box with lots of other matches, and sent to the store. One day, a lady bought the box which I was in. I had been sitting in that box until yesterday the cook took me out. She scratched my head on the stove, and I burst into flame. She lit the oven with me, and then tossed me up in this can. I d0n't know what will become of me now, but it certainly canit be worse than my previous adventures!9' Bettie Bryant, 7th Grade 'Ellie muhing Egnurs fApologies to H. W. Longfellowj Between the dark and the daylight, When we're too weary for fun, Comes a pause in the dayis occupation, That means the moving is done. I hear in the chamber above me The pound of the mover,s feet, And a crash through the door that is open, Means they're breaking another antique. From my chair where I rest in the lamp light I see rounding the broad hall stair Poor mother with hair all a-tangle, And Daddy in deep despair. Do you think, oh you, who are listening, That you could go through it all? That such a day of misfortune Is not a match for you all? Virginia Rutledge, 6th Grade gliliinute glilian In '76 the minute man Was called to do his part, With gun in hand, he took his stand. And fought with all his heart. Now, in the year of ,43 As our soldiers begin their tramp, We'll do our bit with a helping lick On a dime or quarter stamp. Dorothy Stonestreet, 6th Grade 'Ellyn Pimpin In Winter the dimple is covered with snow, In Summer it's covered with flowers. In Autumn it has many beautiful leaves All through the long school hours. Thirty-eight On the first of May we celebrate the day, In our dimple of flowers. We are all dressed up in our very best, Through all those happy hours. lady Beierfield, 4th Grade The lag It's fine to see the flag go by W'hen a parade is in our town, The colors waving make my heart Go up and down. My country's flag seems best to me. I love the red and white and blue, Children in lands so far away, They love their flag too. A Jean Bachman, 4th Grade gllllnllg, the Qparrui Molly is a cute and jolly parrot, Though all she will eat is a carrot She sits on her swing To sing and to sing ulVlolly wants a carrot. Nancy Anderson, 3rd Grade, 8 years old Gllqarlias Surprise Mr. Charlie,s hired man had said that there had been a ghost half way between his farm and town. One night, Mr. Charlie had to stay in town later than usual, and on the way home, his horse saw a white object in the road and stopped. Mr. Charlie whipped him and made him go on. When he got to the object, he whipped at it, also. It went Moo-oo-oo and nearly scared Mr Charlie to death. So the ghost turned out to be a baby calf. Carolyn Stites, 3rd Grade, 8 years old mhz Eiaaier EEIIIIIIQ The Easter Bunny will be here soon And bring lots of eggs to you. He will ring your door bell Ding, dong, dell. And play a trick on you. Nancy Mitchell Rutledge, 3rd Grade, 8 years old Glhristmas 'Glime Christmas is coming, We will have fun, Jimmy is happy, Work is all done. Sleigh-bells are ringing, People are singing, Santa is coming, Oh, we will have fun! Bonnie Stewart, 2nd Grade, 7 years old Thirty-nine The Qrt Efxhihit THE annual art exhibit was held May 24th, in the realms of K.H.S. The third, fourth, fifth, sixth, and seventh 'grades contributed their best works of art for the exhibit. These consisted of landscapes, still life, and figures. They were done in pastels, char- coal, water color and pencil. The High School students were represented by the private art class, in fashion design, por- traits, flower studies, outline pictures and oil paintings. The awards were quite equally divided among the various classes. W'e were honored by the presence of the parents and the faculty. Refreshments were served by the students. All agreed that the Art Exhibit was excep- tionally good this year. Helen Gibson, 746 iggnnur QRUII FIRST QUARTER Anne Hutchings Bush Anne Kennedy Bullitt Emily Altsheler Nichols Mary Hilleary Bryant Harriotte Henderson Bland Mary ,lane Brock Ann Litton Rowland Anne Davidson Franke Mary Owsley Grant Joan Greenstein SECOND QUARTER Anne Hutchings Bush Ann Litton Rowland Anne Kennedy Bullitt Mary lane Brock Harriotte Henderson Bland Doris Ann Frick Mary Owsley Grant Mary Hilleary Bryant Emily Altsheler Nichols Ann Davidson Franke THIRD QUARTER Anne Kennedy Bullitt Ann Litton Rowland Anne Hutchings Bush Ann Davidson Franke Mary Hilleary Bryant Mary ,lane Brock Harriotte Henderson Bland Mary Owsley Grant Emily Altsheler Nichols Forty f f 1 . 4-I D f . V ,, f 1 . . I LW ,Y J D , A: Jw' 1 , 5 1. I 11, QSF . .9 11,9 I Qs .J W Uri v , . f in ,V Ku lv M' Mix' fl, iw I1 y 1, , .. 'l Xgrn 3,1