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

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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

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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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'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