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

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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

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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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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