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

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1 l THE KENTUCKY HOME SCHOOL FOR GIRLS ' - t Q93 gllliemnriea uf IE. 25. 5- -HE first day at kindergarten . . . 'fthe cir- cus we gave . . . a style show . . our Play Symphony Qrchestrav and the Christmas play, these memories of kindergarten still live. t f Promotion upstairs, our Primary Paper, the Indian play, HlVIy Posey Bed that as given in the spring on the side porch, and laving our own table at the Bazaar, are still vi ,id in our minds. The Art Exhibit, helping withlthe Horse Shows at Bashford Manor, singing.. French songs, taking a trip to the fish hatchery, reciting poems fparticularly ,,,t Lfc0otober's Bright Blue Weather j inxchapel before the Mbig girls , then-we were 'fbig girlsi' ourselves, are some of the things that remain in one's memory from the Lower School. Study Hall, hockey, Christmas Carol books, .exams,-eumemoriairfg more ible verses, May Pole Dance, p,,, and being a .pf ower girl at Com- mencement were some ofythe changes from the Lower,'School that ihlpressed us. As' Sopho- mores, we were in chgge of the Dog Show, and gave a Latinplay on May Day. Latin valen- tines, music appreciation tests each year, Chem Lab, our Junior play, uPeter Pan , and the French program we had in chapel, marked the year of '434'44.' ' ' 1 ' And now this year we've' bid farewell to hockey dinners, Bazaar, exams, May Day, and other annual occasions, and are .ending the high school chapter of our lives with' Come mencement at K.H.S. uTo know, to esteem, to love-and then, to part. L I A f A Mary H illeary Bryan,t, 45. r t Qlrrnrmenrement 'ggmn ALMA MATER' , ' I Through happy, careless years Thou hast been our gfuideg K D Patient and steadfast, thou P Hast walked by our side. Thy precepts, firm and free, We'll keep in loyalty, , Oh, stay thou our faithful friend, Till our life shall end. To the new day we turn, Confident that thou Wilt lead our footsteps right, Nor failure allow. Keep thou our dreams on high,- Ever to thee we cry: Oh, hear our unchanging song, Alma Mater, strong! Three

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.Qllasz QJBHEII ani! Special Zgeqnest E, the Senior Class of 194-5, being of sound mind and body, do leave, will and bequeath to the class of '46 our affectionate sisterhood, kindred love for one another, and undissoluble unity. To the Sophomores we leave our favorite motto: '4One for one and all for none. To the Freshmen we 'leave this slogan which has contributed greatly to our success, c'What's mine is mine and what's yours is mine toof' I, Mary Stuart Anderson, leave my knitting to anyone who would like a little diversion in class. I, Nancy Adair Armstrong, being of no mind whatsoever, -do hereby leave my famous trench coat to someone who evidently needed it more than I did. I leave my graduation flowers to Mary Haggin Moss. I, Mary Jane Bachman, do will my athletic triumphs and dexterity in hockey to Joyce Victor and long may she wave Cher hockey stick.J I, Mary I-Iilleary Bryant, do hearby leave, will and bequeath my hockey stick to Hortense Applegate in hopes that it may last another season by the aid of an additional layer of tape. I, Charlotte Bullitt, being on the brink of insanity, do hereby will and bequeath all the pictures and news of Van Johnson that I possess to Florence Hendricks. I, Anne bush, heahby will and bequeath mah southern accent to Virginia Franz so that with ambition and mah drawl she may in time be- come an ahdent Rebel. I, Harriet Semple Field, do leave, will and bequeath my unsurpassing love for reading to Tammy Miller, with the hope that it may give her -many hours of pleasure. I, Ann Franke, do hereby leave, will, and bequeath my henna rinse to Hildegarde O'Bannon that there may always be a grad- uating red-head. QI, Mary Owsley Grant, leave my tasty French novels to Miss Weakley. I, Ardell Hoke, do hereby leave, will, and bequeath my great love of the technicalities and theories of arithmetical, algebraic and geometri- cal enigmas to my dear friend and colleague, Miss Weakley. I, Ruth Mary Jordan, do hereby leave, will and bequeath my grandmother to be used as an excuse for any girl who needs one. It is with the greatest pleasure and gener- osity that I, Caroline Kennedy, do hereby leave my slender, graceful stature and trim figure to any one stupid enough to accept it. I, Nancy Mall, do hereby leave, will, and bequeath my freckles to Caroline Redmon so that she may have the only two-toned freckles in captivity. I, Joan Miller, do hereby fwith, a little reluctancel leave my secret formula for high- flying eyebrows which I have guarded jealously for these many years, to Donna Lee Cumstock. Formula . . . Plain everyday soap and water with an excess of patience and elbow grease. I, Priscilla Ione Tomlinson, do hereby leave, will and bequeath to Dot Jones my lithe, cur- vacious and graceful form, and to Mrs. Reed, all the Latin there ever was. I, Betty Clayton Vlfashburn, do hereby leave, will, and bequeath to Frances Durham, my Latin translations with the fond hope that she will profit from them. I, Patricia Wellons, being of sound mind, do hereby leave, will, and bequeath my spotless attendance record to Bettie Bryant, because I think she needs a chance. Glass Elgrnpherg A TEN YEARS FROM NOW WE SEE! GAY little French Cafe has become the rendezvous of utout le monde , where one delights in sparkling wine, soft candle- light, and an atmosphere of twarm welcome, conveyed by the hostess, Stuey Anderson-the toast of Paris, the preponderance of spirits who haunt the cafe being' lonesome veterans of the war. ' Four eNancy Armstrong-Not withstanding the violation of the contract of her heavy insurance policy, Nancy Armstrong may be observed by alarmed housewives and far-sighted crossroads loiterers, swing in the breeze, feet strapped to the wingtips of a plane, taking candid camera shots of choice bird's eye views of our beauti- ful American countryside. Miss Armstrong is