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

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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

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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

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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