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

Text from Pages 1 - 68 of the 1946 volume:

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THE KENTUCKY HOME SCHOOL FOR GIRLS Commencement Hymn Through happy, careless years Thou hast been our guide, Patient and steadfast, thou l-last Walked by our side. V Thy precepts, firm and free, Weill keep in loyalty, Oh, stay thou our faithful friend, Till our life shall end. ALMA MATER 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! A Prayer A prayer of love, a life fulfilled, her goal at- tained, her precepts everlasting. Doris Ann Frick, ,46 O Thou Lord of Righteousness, grant these thy children strength of will and grace of heart, to seek and do those things that are right in thine eye and pleasing in thy sight, that so they may come to thy everlasting joy through the merits of Thy Elder Brother, Thy Son Jesus Christ, our Lord. Amen. Miss Annie S. Anderson. Three Four MRS. HUGH K. BULLITT To MRS. BULLITT The Senior Class wishes to thank Mrs. Bullitt for all she has done for us and the entire school, in this, her first year as principal. She has set high standards for the graduating class and she has made our last year at K.H.S. one of pur- pose and joy. Her kindness, thoughtfulness, en- couragement and understanding will long be in our memories. Virginia L. Franz, '46 To MRS. NORMAN F. ARTHUR . . . Somehow, in her capable and loving hands, our troubles, large and small, are always smoothed out. We look to her with affection and trust and with great respect for her stand- ards of conduct and scholarship. Besides all this, We love her sharp Wit and innate knowledge that living is fun. We love her as a Principal and a person. Tammy Miller, 746 NAME REMIND US OF Anderson ......... ........, C hipmullk Atherton ,,,,,,,,,, .,,,,,,, C ard shark ar ,,,,, ....... . Thumper Franz ....... Dehutante 1 Friek ......... ....v... Gibson ..... Jennings .,...,. ........ Kimmel ......., ....... . I' reeman .......... . ...... . A Light Fantastic Attorney at Law Canary Kitten Eager Beaver Miller .... Curly haired lass Morgan ,,,,..,,, ..,,.,.. S udden storm M01'ier ..,,,,. ...... e Miller Nichols .... Guiding Light Nutting ......... ........ Schlegel ........ ........ A . . . Nut A shiny apple I Walker ,,,,,, ....,... A . T. 0. fall Vllarren.. Mouse S White ........ ........ B lack FAVORITE SAYING Gotta go to the Doc- tor's Where's the food Aw come on I'm flying to Cincy ! Hey, Ba- BA - Re, Bob! ! ! ! Gimme some Choir practice tonite Oh, y'all! l'm Nancye I've got my home- work! Oh, Nut! ! ! ! Miller That's marvelous ' Stop! it, Morgan! Got a date tonite You know what I mean Only.-.more days Don't say that! PET HATE Germs! Red! Corporals Frozen foods Purple 'and Gold Cats Anklets - Dogs Peroxide Boogie Woogie Marines Other boys Short men S. C. Brook'n Breck Marines Sigma Pins Other blondes AMBITION To marry a giant Varga's assistant To be same age as Classmates To catch a man To meet Johnny Coy Mad scientist Metropolitan Raising cats Model for Walton Jones 'Poet To meet Reg at the Parson's Miller To get a permanent H. A. D. Not to lose Delphic pins ' To keep a :straight face Tom! ! ! ! To fall in love FUTURE, OCCU- PATION Eye, ear, nose, throat Doctor Gambler's moll Corporal's wife Mother of 10 Crescent Hill Life p Guard Head of the physcho- pathic ward Burlesque singer Cleaning up the! mess A mad artist Houfse keeper Baptist evangelist Mrs. Miller Scott Head of the F. B. I. Blues singer Artist's model Dentist assistant K. M. I. patron French teacher NICK-NAME Lou Ton Barb Ginger Flirty Diddy Missy .lenny Kimmie Tammy Morgie Bunny Nick Nut Neen Donnie Barb .I acy VM HERE TCD ' SPEND A YEAR AT K.l-I.S. WIT!-I VCU 1946 Class Will and Special Bequests We, the Senior Class do hereby will and be- queath to the school, our love and a quantity of Pittsburg paint. To next year's Senior Class, the educational savor of our lunch hours. To the Juniors of next year, our beauty, charm and composure. To the Sophomores of next year, the Algebra room and a few hundred desks. ' To the Freshmen of next year, our queenly dignity and our adult attitude. I, Betty Lou Anderson, leave my allergies to anyone who will k I, Jean Atherton, of my Tabu so that vamp men as I am I, Barbara 'Clark them as long as I have. ave Frances Durham some by it she will be able to continuously doing. will and bequeath my chewing gum to E11 abeth Cooley, never to be caught by Mrs. Page. I, Ginger Franz, my frequent jaunt elsewhere, to anyo do S I ne, eep le 'Z 0 hereby will and bequeath 'fCincy , New York, and in the hope that they can hearted love of exams, term papers and public speaking upon Betty Archer. I, Bettie Morgan, leave my place on the Student Council to Lucy Byck, hoping that she will enjoy it as much as I did. I, Bunny Morier, leave the United States Navy to anyone who has a certain S Qfc and likes t0 sit home and wait for Navy leaves. I also leave my appendix. have as much fun as ll leave my dimples and blue eyes to Barbara Smith for future conquests. I, Billie Freeman, k I, Doris Ann F rica , do hereby will and be- queath my many bottles of perfume to next yearis I, Emily A. Nichols, do hereby leave, will, and bequeath my many vari-colored and per- fumed blossoms to whomever will love and cherish them as I have. I, Bruce Nutting, leave my jokes and smiles to whomever can use them. , I, Neen Schlegel, being of sound mind, CI hopej, do hereby will and bequeath my great Chemistry Class, in Ureat hopes that the Chem- istry lab. will have afsmore pleasant atmosphere. I, Helen Gibson, do hereby give, devise and bequeath my sublime disregard of criticism, in fond hopes that it n1ay guide anyone who may need it. I, Ann Jennings, do hereby bequeath my capacity and ability to spell, to Miss Moody, may it help her in her musical career. Also my love of cats to Mary I-Iaggin Moss. I, Nancye Kimmel, do hereby leave, will, and bequeath Eager Beaver to Anna May Bogie in hopes that she will find one. I, Tammy Miller, being of sound mind, do hereby bequeath, give, and bestow my light- collection of rings, bracelets, and pins, repre- senting practically all boys, schools, to most anyone who is stupid enough to get in trouble accepting them. I, Donna Walker, hereby will and bequeath my unsurpassed knowledge of grammatical con- struction. both in Latin and English, to Martha Vogt. May she slide through as I have tried to. I, Barbara Warren, do hereby leave, will and bequeath my faithfulness to amy manw to any- one who is willing to write lots of letters and sit home nights. Also this word to the Wise: it's worth it! I, Joan White, hereby leave my use of poetry to MMimi Smith for next year's themes. 1946 Seniors Hush! Now the halls are softly mutedg The class rooms have a listening air, So lately here their voices fluted, Where are the seniors, where, oh where? HI rememberw the stair said, sighing, 4'On May Day they stood here in my hall, Strangely still, yet each one trying To hold back the tear about to fall. NI too hold dear, the chapel said uThe many times they gathered hereg Bazaars, exams, the Scriptures read, My walls have rocked to hockey cheers! One by one the rooms took up the chant, 'fWe'll remember, and we7ll love you, May the year good fortune grant, With a lucky star above, Seniors! Hail and farewelllf' Tammy Miller, ,46 Seven Class Prophecy TEN YEARS EROM Now WE SEE: An HAllergy Warn won by Betty Lou Ander- son. HDr. BLA is seated at the peace table de- manding unconditional surrender from the allergy germs. c'Dr. BLA's anti-allergy ray- gun frightens all into signing. 'fLil Abner made a personal call on Jean Atherton to learn where she acquired her original ideas for her comic strip. Barbara Clark has finelly decided why she saver her champion hockey stick. Much bet- ter, she said, after one good swing at her hus- band, Hthan a rolling pin.'7 HGinger Franz is president of the Drape Shape Inc., a school for modeling. Mr. Powers is seated across the desk from' her, pleading for suggestions on how to secure beautiful models. Billie Freeman introduced a bill in Congress to prohibit the organization of school Student Councils. Doris Frick has acquired the services of Mrs. Vaughn as dietician in the' uFrick Eat-More Cafeteria, Restaurant and Food Shoppef' Helen Gibson has realized her ambition. She is telling the Metropolitan what figures Q35 to put in her contract. Louisville is rid of its rat pestilence. Ann Jennings had the brilliant idea of turning her cats loose. Mr. Jennings is very pleased! With the shortage of peroxide, Nancye Kim- mel has suddenly become a brunette. Eight Tammy Miller has put her private collection of books on the market and formed a large syndicate under the name of 4'World Lending Library Inc. Betty Morgan's G'School for Musical Mutes has just enrolled Miss Moody as a new patient. Bunny Morier has learned that to tabulate the increase on her rabbit farm she must have an adding machine. Emily Nichols has finally realized that what every girl wants most is curly hair instead of straight. The 'LLay 'em Straight Hair Tonic Co. has gone out of business. , Bruce Nutting has at last convinced Miss Weakley that 'fAlgebra is a cinch. As treasurer of the 'U.N.O., Neen Schlegel has found it easier to collect dues from U.N.O. members, than it was from K.H.S. Senior Class members. Donna Walker finally agreed to let her hus- band pull all her teeth so that he could practice on new plates. CDr. '4Cuess Whonj Barbara Ann Warren has invented a new auto- mobile with the dash-board in the rear so that the windshield can be lowered allowing her to see where she is going. ' .loan White, meets Madam Valet in Paris, France, and helps her order a meal from a French Menu. Doris Frick, 246 loan While, '46 I f XX f X ,nf f fx 5 'M W ' ' , A Vf xxx , A ' w e n WEEK Lhvf 1 x 4 I -x 'I Q 4 -47 f ' N f V4 ,' f 1 ,v U' ell President Senior Class EMILY ALTSHELER NICHOLS President of Student Council Queen of May MO beautiful in this living that passes like the foamg It is to go with sorrow, yet come with beauty home. -Mase field ANN MGFARLAND JENNINGS Vice-President Be the proud captain still of thine own fate. -Kenyon Eleven Twelve DORIS ANN FRICK Co-Editor of The Pandasia Co-Chairman of The Mountain Fund Bazaai Maid of Honor to The Queen of May Manners, the final and perfect flower of noble character. --William Winter JOAN COTTY WHITE Co-Editor of The Pandasia Student Council h Hloy rises in me like a summer morn. V -Coleridge Thirteen F ourtcen BETTY LOU ANDERSON '4Every man's life is a fairy-tale written by God's fingers? -Hans Christian Andersen JEAN ATHERTON A picture is a poem without words. -Horace Fifte-e Sixteen .m ' BARBARA MAE CLARK Captain of the Hockey Team uBe the labor great or small Do it Well or not at all. -Proverbs Bible VIRGINIA LEE FRANZ Business Manager 'CI am not afraid of tomorrow for I have seen yesterday and I love today. Seventeen Eighteen BILLIE JANE FREEMAN 'LFlowers have an expression of countenance as men or animals. -Henry Ward Beecher HELEN HILL GIBSON uOn the heights, it is warmer than one thinks in the valleysf' Nineteen Twenty NANCYE MORTON KIMMEL 6'Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee lest, and youthful jolityf, -Milton ELLA TATUM MILLER C0-Chairman of The Mountain Fund Bazaar wfhis above all, to thine ownself be true. -William Shakespeare Twentyfone X1 Twenty-two BETTIE JANE MORGAN Student Council Cheer-Leader uloy is not in things, it is in usf' -Wagner MARY ANNABELLE MORIER A Captain of Black Team HBeauty is truth, truth beautyf' -Keats K f E Twenty-three Twenty- four LOUISE BRUCE NUTTING Sgt.-at-Arms Cheer-Leader Better by far you should forget and smile, than that you should remember and be sad. . -Christina Rossetti JEANINE SCHLEGEL Treasurer Captain of Gold Team Softris the music that would charm foreverln -Wordsworth Q 2 Twenty-five Twenty-six DONNA JEANNE WALKER Secretary Wfrue knowledge leads to love. r -Wordsworth BARBARA ANN WARREN MStanding with reluctant feet Where the brook and river meet Womanhood 'and childhood fleet. -Longfellow Twenty-seven Twenty-eight ANNE KENNEDY BULLITT ANNE BULLITT I think there never was a face, so lovely and so fairg The cool blue eyes Cslightly greenl that go with raven hairg The white, white skin that flies red flags against the wind and rain, The radiant smile, now gay, now shy-it almost is in vain That words, a song attempt to tell in sonnet. ode or lyric, Her lovelinessg fthough Shelley might, in a panegyricll Tammy M iller, ,46 JUNIOR CLASS First Row: Left lo right-Martha Greene, Mary ,lane Soulhwick, Lola Rosenbaum, Belly Oppenheimer, Mary Lou Milliean, Belly Archer, Mary Jane Brock, Anna May Bogie. Second Row: Mena Nash, Virginia Cronan, Clara Taylor, Frances Durham, Mary Haggin Moss, Mary Barton Thompson. .lalia Jones. Third Row: Dorothy Jones, Sally Lyons, Barbara Fitch, Joan Ainslie, Evelyn Dixon, Henrietta Lewis. We started out with only two And very soomincreased a few, Next year our Class became four, Then we grew and grew some more. Now our longing for more has diminished At twenty-one our goal is finished. Weire little, big, short and tall, But a gay hunch are we in all. First on our list are Martha and Joan Whose favorite pastime is the uphonew And Mary Loti is small and uteeniei' Another is the one called GEnie Barbara and Sallie a.re quite gay But rivaled daily by Dot and iclayn Lola and Betty are great friends Whose' frolicking fun never ends. Class of 47 7 Mena's always our champ at ping pong And Brock's the gal whois never wrong. ,lanie's the president of this class And Mary Barton our favorite lass. There's Henriette with heart that's free, And nAmie with her voice of glee. 'iVee'7 and Betty are new this year, And to our class they add much cheer. Clara and Frances your laughs will bring As through the school their jokes do ring, The very last of the c'Seniors to bei' ls one who answers to Ml-laggief' , I Mary Haggirt Moss, 47 Twenty-nine fx SOPHOMORE CLASS First Row: Left to right-Elizabeth Cooley. Donna Lee Comstock. Barbara Kline, Julia Blood, Carolyn Redman. Betty Overlstreet, Jerry Hammers, Joyce Victor, Janet Beattie, .loyce Franz, Miriam Smith, Joy Nachod, Betty Bryant, Betty Evans, Jessie M. Slack, Betsy Gustafson, Sally Townes. Second Row: Laura Bullitt, Helen Bell, Sally Kay Atkinson. Florence Hendricks. Sophomore Sediment The daily chores I shall relate Of the class of forty-eight, The girls whom teachers educate, At good old K.l'l.S. With morning chapel our toils begin We try to hear above the din Of tardy students stragglin' in To good old K.H.S. We hum a hymn and pray a prayer Pretend to listen to who's there, Fix our face, and comb our hair, At good old K.H.S. Phonetic French is our first class, Our only thought is how to pass While gazing through the nice clean Of good old K.H.S. Next We study English Kings But thoughts are all on other things Flying far on dreamy Wi'ngs From good old K.H.S. In study, one her time devotes To whispering and writing notes, Composing lengthly anecdotes 'Bout good old K.H.S. Grammer and reading We have next, Shakespeare is our favorite text, BV tragedies we are perplexed At good old K.H.S. Thirty glass Each other's passage we impair Falling, sprawling, down the stair Scratching eyes and pulling hair In good old K.H.S. At twelve o'clock, or just before, There comes a ringing, then a roar, And girls erupt from every door In good old K.H.S. From their rooms, the girls do tear, To taste the food the cooks prepare With flavor novel and exceeding For good old K.H.S. Following lunch comes Latin Hdearf' An easy study and always clear. How could Latin help our career? After good old K.H.S. Our last class is geometry. Our only hope, we all agree, Is that the bell will set us free From good old K.H.S. rare, At dismissal, announcements are made, While some, roll call try to evade. And homeward then we all parade From good old K.H.S. The sophomores should have success With all their brains and loveliness, And fire the world ontheir egress From good old K.H.S. Sally Town es, '48 ' FIIESHMAN CLASS Left to Right: Claudelle Schrieber Carolyn Kennedy, Molly While, Matilda McCracken, Martha Vogt. Hildagarde O'Bannon, Carolyn Stulz, Kal Nunemacher, Thomasine Cadden. Freshman Class Poem It is very hard to write a rhyme, And observe the tempo and the time That makes at poem good or bad, And Pm no poet- so Im sad. There are ted little lassies in my class, If l could only do them justice, but alas! What words lean describe these girls so fair With their sparkling youth and beauty rare? Now there is Kay, with her wondrous red hair She's cute and she's smart, and for her we all CHIC. 1 Hildegarde zdnd Carolyn are artists fine, Theylll succeed, l know, in their chosen line. Who knows all the answers? Why Molly White. l,ll tell you now that girl's alright. ' Way out in the country Matilda abides, She has lots of fun on those horse back rides. Then comes willful Claudelle Who wants her own way, We love her because she's pretty and gay. And thereis gum-chewing Nancy She's mischievous and bad, One moment she's gay, the next moment sad. And cute little Tommy, so cunning and short, And Carolyn Stutz, so learned and smart. And to wind up the ten, there's poor little me, Just a Hsettin' '7 writin' poetry, busy as a bee. Martha Vogt, '49 Thirty-one Thirty-two SUB-FRESHMAN CLASS Left to Right: Ruth Dunn, Betty Lewis Southwick, Jackie Combs, Lucy Byck, Nancy Ades, .lanel Coulson Barbara Smith. The subfreshman class of '46, are we. Here, just eight, as you can see. Except Rosie, who could not in the picture be. Sweet and demure, of Barbara we sing Unexcelled in hockey, her position is wing. Betty is darling and terribly smart For student counseling she has as art. Rosie, you know, is an all-round girl. Ever so petite with a fetching curl Such a way with the lads that none can resist Has vivacious Jackie, at the top of their list. Mentally, Ruth has a fabulous brain Excellent at singing, and not a bit vain Never a cross word does Janet say. Concertos on the piano she can readily play. Lucy, we think, is super and swell An artistis career for her we foretell. Salutations and best wishes to the class of my fancy Sincerely, your friend and your classmate, Nancy. Nancy Aries, '50 THE LOWER SCHOOL Left to Right: Mary Bert Bernstein, Sara Jennings, Ruth Soulhwick, Ann Logan, Jane Burkhead, Carolyn Washburn, Patty Wood Hardin, .loan Cralle, Carolyn While, Alice Ades, Nancy ,lo Scott, Phoebe Rivers, Elizabeth Lewis, Nancy Anderson, Sue Tyler, Jean Elizabeth Bachman. Betsy Rivers. Judy Bierfield, Betty Lou Ungerleider. The Sandman The Sandman is a little man, With whiskers white as snow, And oh! but he's a better man Than anyone I know. He scours the world at night time With steps as light as mice, He puts the world to sleep at dusk, And we all say he's nice! Far and wide, he sprinkles sand, Upon our eyes it falls, And fast asleep we find ourselves, To dream till Mother calls. Carolyn White, 6th Grade Spring The willow by the river Shakes out her powdery curls. The willow buds are silver, For little boys and girls. The little birds fly upward, And my! how sweetly they sing To tell the merry children, That once again it's spring. The bright green grass comes growing So soft beneath our feet, The brooks begin to ripple A tune so soft and sweet. Gold buttercups are growing, With daisies to combine. And in the sunny meadows The dandelions do shine. Sue Tyler, 7 th Grade Thirty-three 16323 i 1 W , QXfr3Sf Lg, . LITERATURE The Madonna By the pale light of the moon the curious townspeople watched the young man walk swiftly to the church, which had been his nightly custom for months now. MI wonder that his father lets him, whispered one woman to her daughter, abut maybe his idea has changed since he talked like he did. 'f 'Tis a cryin, shame, said another, that such a young man as fine as he is should be so sheltered and ruined by that bitter father of his. On the side of a hillock not far away, nes- tled a small cottage, a soft light shown, making a fantastic pattern on the lawn. In the small living-room sat a very old man, his head fallen forward on his sunken chest. Through his be- wildered brain the eternal nightmare made its way, blotting out all other thoughts, tormenting him like a fever. He relived that night of horror, he felt again the stunning blow of the heavy wooden cross, as it struck his bent shoulders, and bore him senseless to the cold marble floor of the church. Why had it fallen? Why, just then as he pre- pared to outline the eyes of the pictureis Ma- donna? He knew again the sensation of awaken- ing in his bed days later, his arms completely paralyzed, his hands drawn into hard knots. His eyes opened, the vision faded. My son has gone again to the church, he said. His own words startled him. and the black cat on his stool looked at him wonderingly, his yellow eyes gleaming like two coals in the dim room. uwvhy did I let him, pussy 7' he sighed, ad- dressing the cat. 4'Ah me . . .-how many times I have warned him against it . . . it is evil . . . the church . . . and painting . . . His voice faded to a whisper, barely audible. The cat stretched and turned his head away. Later the old man was awakened by his son's arrival. The turn of the latch, the sound of his heavy shoes on the stairs, the familiar squeak of his door as it closed. Never a word between them . . . it had been like that for months. . . . Suddenly the old man got up, clenching his teeth against the agony that ran from his arms through his body. He managed to lift the latch with his teeth, and passed out into the night. The moon was no longer visible, black clouds filled the sky .... The next morning they found him, lying be- fore the altar. His stiff arms lay straight out from his sides. The heavy wooden cross lay upon his chest .... His eyes were open, gazing at the picture above him. There, above the altar, was the Madonna, completed, the folds of her head-dress falling gracefully about her lovely face .... a celestial light shining round about her .... Emily A. Nichols, ,46 A STRENUOUS LIFE, OR WHY WE TAKE VITAMIN PILLS Once there was a housewife, All pale and lean and spare, With dishpan hands, raw knuckles, And short and frowsy hair. While making beds, or dusting, Or washing listlessly, She'd groan, and moan, and mutter, '4This is just too much for rneln 1 She leaner grew, and paler grew, Until, one day in Fall, When neighbors came to see her, There was nothing left at all. The moral of my story is: Though faced with strain and strife, Shun all idea of keeping house, 'Tis a much too strenuous life! joan C. White, ,46 Thirty-five Thoughts While In Church A few Sundays ago, as I was sitting in church looking at the picture on the front page of our bulletin, it suddenly came into my mind that my father had told me the story ot' this picture. The story of this picture is filled with deeds of sacrifice, trials and tribulations which one friend endured for another. The picture is, two hands clasped in prayer. You wonder whose hands they are. Why would an artist devote such painstaking time to perfect two hands? They are not beautiful hands at that. Large veins form ridges on the backs and the gnarled knuckles denote a life of hard labor for their owner. The legend has it that two young friends in France had decided to become artists. In order to study however, money was need. Since both of them were from poor families, their problem of acquiring enough money to study art was hopeless. A plan was decided upon, whereby one was to work and the other become a great artist. The two friends, one working hard with his hands and the other studying art were most un- derstanding of each other. .lust as soon as the one became a great artist he was to use the money from the sale of his pictures towards helping his laboring friend to study art. It was not as easy as they had planned. A picture from an unknown artist did not have much demand and when one was sold the amount was not much more than it took to buy more oils and canvas. So it went on for years. The one friend worked hard in the fields, ditches or wherever he could find work. The other friend painted and sketched and then disappointedly sold his picture for a mere pittance. The years were beginning to tell on these two men. The artist spent more time at home be- coming more or less despondent. The laborer too was not able to do as much work as before, and his shoulders were stooped from hard work. Never, however, did hope leave the heart of the old laborer, and at night he would sit at the table with his hands foldedg praying that his artist friend might sell one of his pictures for enough for him to stop work and still study art. One evening the artist took his brush in hand and intently looking at his friend, he painted the folded praying hands. He showed the fin- ished picture to some art critics. To his surprise they were astounded by the perfectness of the picture. A fine price was paid for it by an art collector. Yes, at last the two friends had accomplished their plans. Here was enough money for the laborer to stop work and study art. But success had come too late. The laborer,s hands had become so calloused and cramped from hard work that he could not hold a brush. I have this picture framed and when looking at it, I remember the legend of, '6The Praying Hands. The picture was indeed a tribute to the old laborer, but little could he enjoy it. Doris Ann Frick, '46 Twice A Year Dentistry is a necessary evil which should be faced twice a year. I enter the horror chamber, View the bright array of sharp shining instruments, sit in the torture chair, and have a shroud fastened around my neck by the dentist's accomplice. Then a feeling of hopelessness comes over me, not en- tire hopelessness though, because the dentist could still drop dead before he comes in. No such luck. The dentist enters smiling like a ,lap diplomat. The following conversation then takes place: a'Open wide. Gaping silence. '4Wider.,' fBoth of you know it is impossible, but you kid him alongj Now the dentist pursues the occupation of a taxidermist. He stuffs everything imaginable into your mouth. uEverything': includes cottor. tools, medicines, mirror, and fingers fwhich I Thirty-six mustn't forget to bitej. Next he probes a sharp instrument into my tooth and asks cheerfully, MDoes it hurt? UNO, it doesn't hurt. He then sprays warm air on the cavity, trying to produce just a little pain. When he has satisfied his curiosity and drilled away to his heart's content fthe soldier in himi he turns his back to me and is now a cement mixer. Then the fun really begins. A small drop of cement is inserted. The dentist tries to make the cavity larger by pushing it down. This hurts! You quiver and grunt. louder than necessary to put the dentist on his guard. Finally, after hours of torture, too horrible to mention here, you are once again free. The air and sunlight were never so beautiful. The dentist is glad such an impatient patient is gone. You are glad it's over-for a while at least?? Jeanine Sehlegel, '46 - Music And Moods Nothing do I hate as much as being made to practice on the piano. I love music and there- fore I love to play the piano, but only when I am in the mood for it. These moods usually strike me when I am nervous or excited over something, when I have just received an im- portant phone call, or if I am preparing to go somewhere. Then I will sit down at the piano and try to put my heart into my music. Mother says I'm banging but I think it is at these times that I play my best. If I am happy, I play something gay like nGolliwogg's Cake-Walk, it I am infuriated at someone or something, I play a piece like 'LlVlalaguena, and if I'm in a sen- timental mood, something sweet as, Clair de Lune. How soothing it is to sit back in an easy chair and listen to a symphony or opera on record, or on the radio. It carries me away from all my troubles into a world of dreams. In my opinion, music is a great thing. It can put you in or take -you out of moods, and is as soothing to the mind as rest. fean Atherton, '46 Looking Forward Today I am alternately sad and joyful. Sad because I know that soon I shall be leaving my high school days behind me, and there shall remain only the memory of those four years of my life. Tender memories of fine friendships and many good times, and sad memories of the war, and all of the wretchedness and suffering brought on by it. , Already I have begun to plan ahead, as have all of my classmates. We cannot lift the veil to see what the future holds for us. We can only plan and hope and pray. We're stepping forth into a world not yet settled after the worst strife in history. The outlook is not too cheerful for us. We shall leave high school in the midst of strikes, world unrest, intolerance, and a great deal of misun- derstanding. When I Was Yotmg When I was young, The grown folks said to me, That there were fairies hiding Under every flower and tree. So every morning. early, When birds sang clear and true, And the sky was flaming glory, And the grass was wet with dew. I'd slip down from my bed. And tip-toe to the door, In hopes to glimpse the fairy folk Ere they were seen no more. But though I stole so softly out, As quiet as quiet could be. There was nothing in the garden But the flowers, the birds, and me. Joan White, '46 Most of us will go to college. Some will finish and have careers, and perhaps later marry. On the other hand some of us will not finish col- lege, nor have careers, but most of us will marry and have our own homes and families. We have our places to fill in the world. Who knows? It may be through the efforts of one or more of us that future Wars may be averted, that world peace and understanding may be eventually come about. No doubt, our hands will be needed to steady the ship. There will be a challenging need for men and women with strong characters and a firm belief in the future of the world. I, for one, am confident that whatever comes, we will be ready. G Nancye Kimmel, '46 The Storm Far in the distance, just over the horizon, ap- peared the dark gray clouds of the coming storm. The wind had already started to blow the trees with such tremendous force that it seemed they would be ripped to shreds. As the clouds came nearer, they looked like an ever flowing stream of lava, engulfing everything in its path. Then came a sudden flash of lightning, fol- lowed by a gigantic peal of thunder. As if this outburst were a clarion proclaiming the ap- proaching fury, the rain descended. Jeanine Schlegel, '46 Thirty-seven The Famous Painting He worked feverishly on the painting, tor his life was dependent on its completion. There was one light shining down on the canvas, but the eves threw wierdly shaped shadows on the floor outside the circle of light. The artist's strokes were quick and nervous, yet steady with an inborn sureness of line and detail. His brow was damp, and the collar of his smock had been tugged out of shape, but he paid no attention to these things. ln fact, his ravaged appearance gave evidence that he had not paused to eat for almost a week. A pitcher of water and the end of a loaf of bread that was mouldy and rat-gnawed lay on a small table beside the easel. This was to be his last painting, and his greatest. Sometimes it seemed as if his life was nourishing this work, as it grew and flourished under his pale, sensitive fingers that seemed to have given their blood to the bright vermillion that lay like a crimson worm on the palette. A few more lines and he would be through. This masterpiece would bring him everlasting fame, and people would no longer look at him with pitying glances. How tired he was! If he could just close his burning eyes for a second . . . a black curtain closed over his eyes, and he tell into a death-like sleep. How long he slept, he did not know, but when he awoke, gray dawn was filling the room with a dreary light. Then he remem- bered. The painting! It was completed, the child of his genius! He crossed the room, fighting the weakness that threatened to over- come him, then . . . he saw it! The canvas was ripped and shredded. The rats had gnawed it while he slept! His life work was gone! A wild scream that seemed torn from his very soul, came from his lips. The blood rushed to his head in an obliterating stream. and he crumpled to the floor .... The curious people, crowded around the door, always ready for a new thrill. !!Look at that horrible paintingf' one of them remarked. 44What is it supposed to be? Brrr! Looks like the work of a madman! Ioan C. White, '46 Conscience The flat, barren countryside flew by, dotted here and there by a delapidated bunch of shacks. Far in the background, the purple hills rose to meet the hazy horizon. Looking on all this, the aging man remembered with remarkable accuracy that day two years be- fore whetn he had watched the same scenes fly by, only in the opposite direction. The train passed through more and more towns, until the restful plains were almost com- pletely replaced by smokey, over-crowded stinking cities. Finally the panting, sweating engine screeched its brakes, and torrents of humanity poured into the noisy station. The man pushed steadily through the cloud and went up to the man at the information booth. 'cCould you tell me where the nearest Police Station is?,' Behind the desk, the man's eyes opened wide with fear, and he stutteredg HY..y..yes s..sir, t .... wo b .... locks t .... to your r .... right .... tf, Then he blurted out, fGWhat happened? But the man was gone. Again the little voice spoke to him, as he again fought his way through the crowd. He had become con- scious of the voice in the last few years, more and more. At first, way back, it had been a Thirty-eight little whisper, easily ignored, but then it grew, and now it spoke to him with such persistence, and force, that his blood coursed faster through his veins, and his hands trembled. This time it repeated: NGO on, go on, hurry, hurry, thereis no time to lose, no time, go on, hurry! At the station he asked for the Chief of Police, and was shown into a dingy room, clut- tered with papers, telephones, and cigar butts. The dim light shed by the shaded lamp, only heightened the gloom, and the man shuddered visibly. '4Well,7' barked the chief, 'fwhat is it? 'cl have come to confess a murder which I committed in this city ten years ago. He paused, the voice fairly screamed at him now: NGO on, go on, hurry, hurry, you're here now, do it, do it, get it over with, over with? He glanced at the chief, who was now hunched over his desk, peering with his sharp black eyes, all casualness gone from his being. He said nothing, just waited. The man said: '6Paper and pencil, please. I'll write a complete confession. The chief obliged, retaining his absolute silence. K Continued on Page 391 A Little Girl Goes To Church Once upon a time, all of eight years ago, a little girl in pigtails tied with ribbons' drove ten miles from the country to a school in the city to interview the principals. It was an exciting day, for she was planning on going to school in the city. Her father and mother accompanied her and as they drove through the gates of the school grounds, she noticed that the driveway leading to the building, almost encircled a plot of grassy ground which she was to know affectionately as the udimplef' The interview was short and upon leaving she knew that the next day would embark her on an important epoch in her life, for she would start as a pupil at The Kentucky Home School. The following day she started out again for the city, accompanied this time only by her father and she ascended the steps of the school building alone with hope and with fear in her heart, but with a smile on her lips. She was greeted by Ed, the colored man, who very ceremoniously ushered her into the front hall, Ed was to endear himself to her in years to come, for it was he who found her lost articles, for this little girl could never quite remember to gather up all her books and gar- ments at the close of the school day. It was he who brought her lunch on trays., who came to school early mornings to heat the building and stayed late to clean the tracks of the foot- prints left by many scurrying feet along the floors of the halls, the stairways and the classrooms. And so many days passed, days filled with learning, with music, with gay activities and volley ball played in the dimple. Those were the wonderful days before commencement, when the strains of music floated through the windows in soft summer air. and the perfume of the iris, flowers and roses penetrated the classrooms. The senior girls, whom we looked up to in awe and admiration, looked so beauti- ful dressed in white as they stood on the plat- form of the auditorium receiving their diplomas. This little girl with the ready laughter and much mischievous, but with serious thought and eagerness to learn, was now a big little girl and she was to experience her first mid-term examinations. She knew the sick feeling at the pit of her stomach, cold clammy hands, and a mind which suddenly forgot all the answers as she read the questions on the examination papers. These days, too, have passed and now with sadness she is beginning to count the months when she, too, shall stand on the plat- form dressed in white as all those other seniors have been before her to receive her diploma. She thinks of the last time that she will walk out of the gates as a student and look back at the school buliding, the building with its many familiar classrooms. The history room, where the English kings have passed in review, where battles were fought and won,the English which the ghost of Morley of Dickens' HChristmas Carol shall forever haunt, the music room which she will always associate with Handelis HLargo , the chemistry room filled with the wonders of the exploration into the unknown, and all the other rooms which she loves so well. These past years have been filled with much learning, much happiness, and some sadness, years in which lasting friendships have been made. These precious years will live in her heart and mind always. This big little girl is sad. and I weep for her, for I know her most intimately, she is I. Mary Jane Brock, '47 CONSCIENCE fContinued from Page 381 Words tumbled from the man's confused mind, and fell over one another on the white, sheet. The small voice dictated slowly, de- liberately. Finally he handed the paper to the chief. If was all there. The night, the sillv quarrel. the mad accusations. then finally the shots. the sight of his opponent lying face down in a pool of blood. the sickening panic. the rush- ing away. with not so much as one glance back. the crowded station. where every face seemed to harbor suspicion. the plains rushing by, the years of obscurity and hard work, then. finally. the small voice. All the names and dates were there. It was perfect. unquestionable. When he had finished reading it. the chief looked at the man. and sooke. His voice was filled with mingled relief and pity. l 'Tm sorry. sir . . . this man whom you sav you murdered died just the other day of 'natural causes. after a long and prosperous life .... I'm sorry sir, terribly sorrv. . . Emily A. Nichols, '46 Thirty-ninf' The Stained Glass Window Strange, how in a pagan land, amid the ravages of war, a man can cleanse his soul and pour out his heart to God. It all took place in Rouen, France, in the Cathedral of Saint Benoit on the Rue D7Oublia. A man, clothes tattered and ragged, with all of his earthly possessions slung over his' back, stop- ped abruptly before this church. As if moved by some power stronger than his own, he dropped his pack slowly to the frozen earth, and there in the pale light of the moon could be seen his pale and livid face, the only visible sign of his hunger and fatigue. He ascended the long flight of steps and, pausing only long enough at the top to take a lighted candle, he knelt at the foot of The Virgin Mary. His head remained hidden for sometime and when he raised his eyes, he saw to his amazement a soft, glowing light be- hind the Virgin. It came from the large circu- lar stained-glass window through which the pale rays of the moon came seeping. So there, amidst that celestial beauty, a man gave his heart to God, thus proving that in a world wrecked by war man has but one chance of survival and that, the grace of Almighty God. Martha Greene, '47 Experience, The Best Teacher To gain experience for future years, A nurse must face both laughter and tears. Getting to work she 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 that same old professional smile. Blessing the new-born babies, first breath, Closing the eyes that are still in death. Taking the blame for the doctors' mistakes, Oh! Dear! What a lot of patience it takes. Going off duty at seven o'clock . . . Tired, discouraged, just ready to drop. But called back on HSpecial at seven fifteen With woe in her heart, that must not be seen. Morning and evening, noon, and night, She does it over and hopes it's right. Anna May Bogie, '47 Memoirs of an Ivory Powder Box I am a powder box. Oh, not just an ordi- nary powder box, with little tinkling noises com- ing from me and fluffy powder puffs resting inside me day after day, no, I'm something special. So special that my present owner has me placed under a glass case on some soft, blue velvet for all to see. It's not just my smooth surface of white ivory that gleams when Iim polished nor is it the little dancing figures painted upon my top that causes me to be so important, but it is the tiny words, To Marie from Louis, engraved in gold on my lid. I remember my first owner. She was a sweet young girl named Marie. Marie Anto- inette, as some called her. I was always with her wherever she went. One day, however she was taken away and I never saw her again. From that moment on, I changed. Some people said Marieis spirit .haunted me, causing each Forty one of my owners to die a sudden or distasteful death. Many stories have been written about me, but the last and final chapter has never been completed. Here it is. My last owner was a fat, greedy, Nazi pig named Herman Goering. For years he used me as an ash-tray for his smelly cigars and com- pletely overlooked the legend that went with me. However I knew Marie would not fail me so I was patient and waited. Again my legend came true and I am at peace once more. Now it is said that I may rest, for Marieis sad spirit is avenged. I belong to the people of France now. My final resting place is in the Paris Museum and will be forever more. Barbara Fitch, '47 Footfalls Anne was in a daze. Her mind was work- ing clearly, calmly, yet she seemed oblivious of the sympathetic mob. Only her footfalls pene- trated the deep recesses of her mind, as her heels rang against the cobble stones of the court yard, taking her nearer. She remembered the last time she had been here, not in disgrace, but in her glory, and a smile turned the corners of her mouth at the irony of it. She had come into her career laughing, so she could at least smile now. That would shock Henry, she thought, prim old Henry who would stop at 'nothing to wipe the smile off her face. She would show him though she thought as her smile brightened. Suddenly she realized someone was speaking to her. It was that poor Frenchman they had brought from Calais, begging her forgiveness. She replied merrily, HYou will find your job easy as I have a little neckf' The Kingdom '4Although I'm only assistant to the very low- est of low fairy guards, I certainly know much more about dreams than a few unnamed Greeks who think some foolish nonsense about the nightmares and sweet dreams having to go through Hades and the Bone Gate. I am risk- ing my very life to tell you stupid white folk where the dreams 1'eally come from. I must hurry, for the king will be coming shortly and I will surely be punished. MAH our dreams begin the same, assembled in a huge blue room. You see, we try our very hardest to get nice dreams for you. We even employ fifty dream experts who think up the sweetest things possible. Then they are classified according to their gracefulness, lov- ingness and sweetness. Of course they cannot stay in that form for long, and so they are promptly moved on to our packing department where they are squeezed into separate brown Her laughter was merry. Glancing around she realized that the people loved her now as they had never before. Their faces were troubled and kind. How they had hated her! ! HThe witch,', 'fthe sorceressf' she had been called. Strange, what fate would do! Suddenly she thought of Jane, mousy little Jane. Quite a change after her own vivaciousness. What could Henry see in her? She hoped he would take care of little Bess, only three. Mother would take this hard, first George, now her. They were ready, murmuring, HGod have mercy on her soul, God have mercy on my soul .... She laid her tiny head on the block. The sword fell. Miles away, Henry VIII, dressed in his favor- ite yellow satin suit, paused not an instant in his meal as the cannon announced the death of his second wife, Anne Boleyn. Julia Blood, '48 of Dreams the compass. bags which are labelled. These bags are then sent to the transportation section and from there, they are delivered down to all points on HNow, naturally, we have our difficulties. For instance, our dreadful enemies, called the band of the Black Nightmares. These nasty little men, dressed in black from head to toe. stop our messengers on their Way to earth and substitute their evils for our sweet dreams. Oh, yes! don't think we havenit tried to stop them, we even tried once by way of nets, but all of this was in vain. 'fOh! by all the dreams and nightmares! here comes the king! Well, I must dash away. but there is one thing I want to warn you about. Never, never. eat before you go to bed because that just lures the nightmares! uFarewell, and sweet dreams!,' Laura Bullitt, 348 Good Taste Itas the way you walk, The way you talk, The way you hold your head. Itls the way you greet, The wav you eat. The books that you have read. It's the way you look, The way you cook, The way you meet your friend. It's the way you feel, The way you deal, The things you recommend. Itls the clothes you wear, The joys you share, The style you wear your hair. So try your best With all the rest, Be sure to show some care. Sally Townes, ,48 Forty-one A War Crphan ' I am what is known as a Hwar orphan. My mother and father died during World War Il, and now I am being taken care of by the French government. My name is Claude Hughes and 1 am eight years old. During the war, my mother and father worked with the French underground, and finally gave their lives for their country. They sabotaged the work of the Germans whenever possible, and helped prisoners who had es- caped from the German prison camps. In doing this work, they took a great risk, and at last my father was caught and killed by the German soldiers. Later, in August 194-2, my motheris work was discovered by the Nazi and she was taken to prison. I was lucky not to be taken, too, but some kind neighbors asked to be al- lowed to take care of me, and I guess the Ger- mans didn't want to bother with me, so I lived with my neighbors till the war ended. A year later, in August 1943, my mother died in prison, and now I am an orphan. The French government has Mtaken me under its wingf' but it can't possibly feed all the A New Ethelbert, the elf, gingerly pulled the candle in its none-too-certain holder towards him, grumbling gently all the while. The flame shed its soft light over him as he worked, play- ing weird shadows on his sharp features. His nut-brown skin nearly matched his garb, his hands busy with a pen, looked hard and strong. He squeezed a few more huckleberries into his acorn cup, dipped the quill, poised it over an especially large oak leaf and sneezed. In doing so, he spattered huckleberry ink quite com- pletely over the leaf. Then he grumbled again, not gently this time. I-Ie wished fervently that the stupid assistant would remember not to give him ostrich quills, how they did aggravate his hay fever. And, after all, Ethelbert's time was valuable. Not at all the kind of time to be spent in sneezing. No indeed, for he, Ethelbert, was the best and keenest higher mathematician in Goblin Grove, or, for that matter, in entire Fae- land. Particularly now he must utilize every moment, for he was on the verge of an inven- tion. BV a series of remarkable deductions. he ar- rived at the conclusion that, if all Faeland was F orty-two little children without homes and families, so the United States is helping out. Through the French lielief Organizaton, a school in the U.S.A. is sending me two pack- ages a month. How glad I am when it is time for my package to come. They usually contain food, some things that I have never tasted. It is all so delicious compared to the food I have been having! There are, among other things, a can of dried milk, two packages of dried pudding, a can of cocoa and a bottle of vitamin pills. Also, I get soap, and sometimes pencils, paper, a tooth-brush, and clothing, and other things that I have wanted and needed for so long. 'Now I am getting much stronger and happier. and I am so glad that the war is over. I want to thank the children of the United States and the French Relief Organization for helping me so much, and I'm sure that if my mother and father were alive, they would be immensely grateful to them, too. Bettie Bryant, 748 Invention sprinkled with a certain solution, fI've prom- ised not to disclose this secret mixturel the grass would be made so much stronger, that, even after being stepped on by clumsy humans, it would naturally rebound. fFor, of course, you knew that special Grass Pushers had hitherto been hired precisely to follow humans as they walked, and restore each crushed blade of grassj Naturally that would be a terrific saving in man-power, or should I say elf-power? The job which was 'now taxing his mental abil- ities was determining exactly how much and how strong the solution must be. All around were evidences of his work, oak leaves, maple leaves. scribbled with algebraic problems that would confound a genius. Suddenly his piercing blue eyes brightened. A triumphant expression settled on his countenance. He had found it, the exact proportion to make grass strong enough to spring back when stepped upon. So now, many, many little goblins and pixies stay home with their families, saved from their erstwhile occupation of Grass Pushing bv the wonderful invention of Ethelbert, the Elf. Joy N achod, '48 Moonlight Moonlight is beautiful. As I lie in bed at night, the moon lights the room up, almost like daylight. When I look out of the window, I can see fairies dancing. One night the fairies seemed to be having a party. There was one fairy, more beautiful than all the others, who must have been the guest of honor. She was dressed in a beautiful white dress and the king, or moon, threw his most beautiful beam over her. Sometimes they seem to be having a tea, or a meeting of their afternoon sewing circle, with the king watching over them as always. One night there seemed to be a wedding. I could see the bride and groom coming down a pair of winding stairs, and then the people throwing rice. The reception afterwards was the most elaborate I have ever seen. Last, but not least, one Armistice Day I saw the fairies parading across the sky. The Fairies are stars! On a moonlight night I see these, and many more scenes, from my window, until all is over and I go to sleep, with the moon shining in, as bright as ever. Molly White, '49 A VIEW FROM A WINDOW A robin hopping on the lawn, A tulip opening in the dawn, A darkning cloud, a burst of rain, A ray of sun on a window pane. A windy day with kites on high, A fleecy cloud, a bright blue sky, Thus, nature to my heart does sing Renewing all the joys of spring. WINTER Winter is a lovely lady, Dressed in robes of glistening white In her hand is silver stardust Falling from the chilly night. I see her from my window Covering bush and tree and lawng She came at darkest midnight, And will leave with purple dawn Carolyn Stutz, '49 Kay N unemaker, 49 Forty three The Most Unforgettable Character I Have Met A crowd of girls was gathered in Aunt Caroline's room for their weekly poetry hour. Aunt Caroline, fas she was affectionately called by the girlsj was the camp director. She was reading an Italian poem and she was very good at the dialect. Aunt Caroline made a beautiful picture. She had white hair. Her skin, soft and white, was free of wrinkles. She was very sedate, yet she was able to beat anyone who challenged her to a fast game of tennis. She was never seen without a small pin in the shape of a vase in which she wore a fresh flower every day. Aunt Caroline had the job of mothering the girls as well as that of Head Director. She always wore a crisp dress, and was fresh and cool on the hottest day. Suddenly a loud knock broke the peaceful drowsiness of the hot afternoon. A camper stood outside the door with the message that Aunt Caroline was wanted at the main lodge. Poetry hour was adjourned, and the incident immediately forgotten by us. That night, we had a campfire. The whole camp came and sang songs, after which we had current events. Aunt Caroline slipped off after the first few songs. That night, she came around to each bunk and told us goodnight. The next day there was great excitement. Jay, who was Aunt Caroline's son, had gotten a leave and was coming to camp the next morning. He and his two older brothers were in the Air Corps. The night ,lay arrived, we had a marvel- ous time. He taught us some of the Air Corps songs. Aunt Caroline sat beside him, strangely pale and unsmiling-or maybe 'it was our imagination. In a few days ,lay left and Aunt Caroline's husband arrived. He stayed until the end of camp, but all this time, he did not once partake in any camp activities as he usually did. He spent the whole time painting a picture. As it developed we could see that it was taking the shape of a forest. In the foreground three of the trees stood out as the finest and tallest of them all, but the finest, tallest and greenest of these was being struck down by a bolt of light- ning. During this time, Aunt Caroline went about her activities as usual, but she seemed transfixed whenever she looked at the easel. It was not until I returned home, that l learned what the message that came during poetry hour had been and the significance of the picture. Aunt Caroline, in her wish to give us a perfect summer, had not told us when her eldest son was killed in action, only a week be- fore camp was over. No lesson in poetry or athletics could have taught us as much as that unspoken example of courage! Nancy Ades, '50 SPRING The daffodiles are blooming, And the buds are coming out, All the birds are singing, f'Spring is here no doubtf' The soft warm air is blowing And bees are flying about, All the people are saying, 4'Spring is here no doubtf' Our neighbors are out in their gardens, And hoping the sun will stay out, All these things are telling, :Spring is here no doubtff Forty-four Barbara Smith, '50 Melodies of Spring A little bird sat on the lawn Singing a bright, delighted song. Wake up! Wake up! for spring is here, This is the nicest time of year. On bare trees buds are turning green, Soon they'll be leaves, with a lovely sheen. Flowers are peeping as gay as can be, Come out! Come out! for all to see. The rippling streams and babbling brooks Draw you away from your story books. The window-washer whistles and trills, As he joyously washes the window-sills. The chimney-sweep tries a songg It turns out very clear and strong. The church bells ring, as they thankfully sin The cheerful melodies of beautiful spring. Alice Ades, 7th Grade Spring Some people think of spring As just another season But I think it is different For a certain reason. The birds are singing And you feel so gay To know that summer Is on the way. The sun is shining brightly Through my window paneg I can see the horses and cattle Grazing along the lane. The flowers are budding And the grass is so green The bees are humming The birds can be seen. Mary Bert Bornstein, 6th Grade 5 My Dog When I come home from school each day, 'cShiner7' races down the lane, To gayly meet me full of play, Acting like she's not quite sane. Sometimes I take her for a walk, She chases squirrels and barks for joy I wish that she would learn to talkg She'd be more fun than girl or boy.V '4Shiner7' is a funny pup, She may never be of dog show fame, But though she doesnit win a cup, I'll always love her just the same. Nancy fo Scott, 71511. 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'?h, lg 4HLL i A 46 W N- cu v mm Q ., N- Pbrx' O fx fb NU, fi i I HOCKEY TEAM First Row: Left to right-Doris Ann Frick, Mary Annabelle Morier, Joyce Franz, Kay Nunemacher, Laura Bullitt, Barbara Clark, Joy Nachod, Betty Bryant, Miriam Smith. Second Row: Janet Beattie, Mary Barton Thompson, Elizabeth Cooley, Emily Nichols, Ann Jennings, Hildrlgardc 0'Bannon, Miss Jane Allen, Mary Haggin Moss, Jeanine Schlegel, .loan Ainslie, Bruce Nulling, Bettie Morgan. After nearly five years of playing with de- feats and ties, we came through with two straight victories out of the four games played this hockey season. Most of our success was due to the hard work in practice under the leader- ship of our popular coach, Miss Jane Allen, best known as NAllen,'. While we were vic- torious over our first two rivals, Sacred Heart and Ormsby Village, the score being 4-2 and 4--0 respectively, we were taken for quite a sur- prise when we were defeated 8-l by Masonic Home. The final game as a great improve- ment over the latter one. but it was still a game In order to develop a more organized athletic program, the girls of the upper school were divided into two teams. A captain for each team was selected from the Junior Class. Joan Ainslie was Captain of the Black Team and Mary Haggin Moss was named Captain of the Gold Team. Points were given for attendance at gym as well as for the results of the games played between the teams. Miss Jane Allen, the gym teacher, has coached each team and refereed the games. Hockey was the first sport in which we par- ticipated. The outcome was victorious for the Gold Team. F ifty-two lost to the Amazons, 5-2. Again this year we defeated the Alumnae with seven points. Also a great encouragement was the outstand- ing spirit shown by the entire school. Our two cheer leaders, Bettie Morgan and Bruce Nutting, played an important part in boosting every- oneis enthusiasm. After each game, hockey dinners given by Ann Jennings, Barbara Clark, Joy Nachod, Emily Nichols and Bruce Nutting, were addi- tions to the fun and the spirit of it all. Barbara Clark, '46 Next came Basketball and the Blacks won twice in a three game series. We have still to play a series of Baseball games, after which the cup will be awarded to the team which has the greatest number of points throughout the entire season. The high point girl of the school was Emily Nichols of the Gold Team. Those in runing for second place were Laura Bullitt and Molly White of the Black Team, and Mary Haggin Moss. Bettie Bryant. Joy Nachod, and Florence Hendrick of the Gold Team. A great deal of interest and friendly rivalry developed as a re- sult of this athletic program. Mary Haggin Moss, '47 The Bazaar This year's Senior Class Bazaar was held December first and was an outstanding feature on the schoolis calendar. Truly a Christmas spirit was in the air that Saturday. The differ- ent tables with their bright red tarletan skirts, trimmed with evergreens added immensely to the attractiveness of the school and the con- tributions that were quickly sold. ' Many friends and Alumnae remarked that the school had never looked as beautiful as it did that day. Everyone had some duty, and no matter how large or how small, it was fulfilled to the utmost of everyone's ability. The tea table with its lovely lace cloth and silver service gave much dignity to the Christ- mas atmosphere. Miss Mildred Buchanan as- sisted in the serving. This year7s Household and Fancy Work table was very successful. The white organdy pina- fores were beautifully made and a popular item on the table. The delicious cakes and candies sold rapidly. . We wish the Senior Class of 1911-7 a very successful Bazaar and great hopes that they may receive the marvelous response that our Senior Class received. , Doris Ann Frick, '46 War Fund Drive When Doris Frick and I were put in charge of the War Fund Drive at Kentucky Home School, we distributed pledge cards among the student body on which they were to state the amount of money they wished to pledge and then return them to us. We collected the money later, corresponding to the amounts promised. The motive behind this drive was so great, that working for such an organization as the Red Cross was a pleasure. The students as well as the faculty were very cooperative and the total amount received was 315616, about forty dollars more than last year's total. We hope the follow- ing year will be even more successful. fean Atherton, ,46 The Art Exhibit As I walk up the front stairs I hear exclama- tions of surprise as someone remarks what a lovely picture this one is, and how different that one looks. Here and there are blue, red, and yellow rib- bons pinned on the chosen pictures. When this was done by the judge she studied each in- dividual personis work of the year, and pinned an honorable mention on the one she thought showed the most progress. The judge was chosen from outside the school by Mrs. O'Bannon. the art teacher. In the room directly at the head of the steps, on the right, the Seventh Grade have hung their pictures on the blackboard. There are various types of pictures, landscapes in lovely shades of green, yellow and brown, still lifes, costume designs, that are often quite ridiculous judged by present day styles, and portrait sketches of the girls, some of whom were in the class. Every- thing looks very gay and happy and the girls who win the blue and red ribbons are rejoicing. The next room and the two across the hall display the fifth and sixth grade work, which is much fun to see, for many of these subjects are purely imaginary. These paintings are not un- like the ones seen in the other room and they also have their share of ribbons. After everyone has become familiar with the pictures, they adjourn to the studio where punch and cookies are served. While they are sipping their drinks they glance over the upper schoolis work, all of which is excellent. On the tables sit charming little clay figures full of grace and vivacity, and the exhibit boards display oils, water colors, pastels, pencil drawings, and pen and ink sketches. AAs I stroll out into the May sunshine I feel I have spent a very entertaining and colorful afternoon at the Kentucky Home School Art Exhibit. Hildegarde O7Bann0n, '49 Fifty-th rec QUEEN OF THE MAY AND HER COURT May Day 1946 , For thirty-three years now K.H.S. has cele- brated the coming of May in her own simple yet lovely way. The whole school rings with excitement and preparation for days before the long awaited event. Finally the day comes, and still the climax has not been reached. Thereis always that certain hushed silence before the Lord High Sheriff steps on the porch proclaiming the Queen of the May. Then from the piano comes the loud clear strains of 6CPomp and Circumstancei' and the Queen is led to her flower bedecked throne. Next the Maid of Honor is announced, and after her follow the rest of the Seniors in their white gowns with bouquets of garden flowers. F i fty- follr When the Queen finishes the last phrase of her Proclamation uLet joy be unconfinedn the two lines of girls formed by the rest of the student body break. The Queen and her court are entertained by dances to uhaunted melodiesf, and the dancing is brought to a close by the traditional May Pole dance. MLA thing of beauty is a joy foreverf, Thus our beautiful May Day will be a constant joy to us in our memories for years to come. This year Emily Nichols, our class president, was chosen the Queen of the May, with Doris Frick as her Maid of Honor and ,loan Ainsle our Lord High Sheriff. A Barbara Ann Warren, '46 li Keats V CAST OF QUALITY STREET Left to Right: Martha Greene, Barbara Fitch, Evelyn Dixon, Betty Oppenheimer, Mary Thompson, Sally Lyons, .loan Ainslie, Anna May Bogie, Mary Haggin Mass, Mary Jane Southwick, Mary .lane Brock, Clara Taylor. uality Street ' After much discussion and contemplation, we chose for our class play, HQuality Street. Anna May Bogie was selected to play Miss Phoebe of the ringletsf' and Sallie Lyons was chosen as her lovable and quaint elder sister, Miss Susan. The busy-body neighbors were Martha Green, as Fanny, and Enie Dixon as their friend, Miss Mary Willoughly, Barbara Fitch as her sister, Henrietta Furnbull. Joan Ainslie was Miss Phoebe' gallant lover, who marched off to war in glory, and left Miss Phoebe with a broken heart. Mary Jane Brock was Ensign Blades, who was a very up-to-date young man, and laughed by flicking his leg. I played the Irish Maid, Patty, much 'feared by Miss Susan. Amid all the hub-buh of gathering properties, being measured for costumes, and making the sets, we were all bravely trying to become great actresses. Many afternoons we stayed late to rehearse with Mrs. Page. We had a great deal of fun pretending we were the dear old ladies of Quality Street. At last, the night of the performance arrived, and everyone appeared to be very calm, although we were really- rather nervous. Every- thing went off well, and we are all quite sorry that our acting days are over. Mary Jane Southwick, '47 Fifty-five Foster Child The girls of K.H.S. have been busily gather- ing their togs for our little war orphan, ,lettie Eshuis. Jettie, thirteen, is one of a family of three children, all of Whom, with their parents, went through the enemy bombings, sieges and occu- pations of their native city. They have all known suffering, cold, and hunger. Mr. Eshuis, during peacetime, was an up- holsterer, and was able to provide his family's needsg but the Nazis soon changed all of this. The family was forced to exist on sugar beets, bulbs, and even potato peelings. Kindling was obtained by the destruction of their furniture. This served as the only source of heat during the winter months. At first the box we set outside the English room was bare. Gradually it began to be filled and now it is overloaded with sweaters, skirts, shoes, socks, and blouses, all of which we hope will make Jettie more comfortable. From the record and picture sent to us about Iettie, she is an attractive girl with a pleasing personality. The snapshot of her on the bulle- tin board has been admired by all of us. When she grows up she wants to be a saleswoman, and The Dog I had heard from two of my most particular associates that there was to be a Dog Show, October I3, and I should indeed go and see what real pedigree animals look like. QI truly do not see what they were hinting at, since my father was a fine, upright collie, and my mother, half of the best German Shepherd in America, but to please them I decided to go.J I noticed the grandeur of the day as I scurried up Cowling Hill, just in time to see the most ridiculous spectacle I had ever wit- nessed! There before me stood a long black Cadillac, a chauffeur with open arms, and, I am ashamed to say, one of my kinfolk, crouched in the shadows of a velvet seat. He wasn't as big as a minute, covered with fluffy blankets and had a huge ribbon around his extremely thin neck. Finally with much coaxing, 'fltty bitty bunnumsv and such, he was persuaded to abandon his shelter and face the wide, cruel world. I saw him only once again, hiding under his mistress' chair, lost in his coverings. Oh. but not all were like that. To the con- trary! Most were pulling, yelping. and making, F ifty-six . No. 8510 with her charming disposition we think that she would be a good one. Jettiels favorite sport is swimming. The money to support Jettie, which is thirty- five cents per person, is collected each month by the class treasurers. The faculty also con- tributes to this worthy cause. After writing our letter to Jettie, we kept a close watch on the mailman, anxiously awaiting her reply. At last the long awaited letter ar- rived, written in her native language. Mrs. E. H. Baerveldt, a native of Holland too, was kind enough to translate it to us. ' St. Nicholas Day was only a month away when Jettie wrote the letter. She told of the tree they would have and the grand feast they were all looking forward to. lettie is now living with her foster parents in Holland and is very well pleased with her home. She shares a room with their daughter and she can rearrange it to suit her own taste. The letter was most interesting and the class of 1946 sends love, good cheer, and best wishes for the realization of all her dreams. Donna Walker, '46 Show of '45 in all, a grand disturbance, which excited my natural curiosity. Imagine my embarrassment when I was not allowed to pass the gate! I was mortified. I tried again and again but all my efforts were in vain. I was forced to sit and mope by the fence. I believe there were more Cocker Spaniels than any other breed, ranging from pups to grown-ups. Doberman Pinschers, Bulldogs, Afghans, Terriers and ever so many more. I must admit I was, and still am, insanely jealous of the cup winner, a gorgeous French Poodle, owned by a fair-haired human, Mary Barton Thompson. I am quite confident that I would have won the cup, if not for beauty, at least for brains, had I been admitted. In spite of the fact that I did not win, the Dog Show was a great success. It was headed by Joy Nachod and Florence Hendrick as Chair- man and Co-Chairman, respectively. l heard through reliable channels that the show cleared over fifty dollars, which in any language is a 'egood deal . Laura Bullitt, ,48 E GLEE CLUB Musical Notations The year of 1945-46 started off with a bang under the capable baton of Miss Amelia Moody, who was assisted by her charming accompanist, Mrs. Stewart, who in turn was assisted at most rehearsals by her six-year-old son, Jimmy. Our first accomplishment was a tea given by the Glee Club in honor of our rehearsal of the Alumnae Chorus, and it also aroused everybody's interest in the big Christmas Program that Miss Moody had planned for the commemoration of the twentieth anniversary of this organization. Clean choir robes were first seen at the High- land Motlieris Club for their annual Christmas Program, and of course, we were nervous, because it was our first program, and also the first time we had sung for this group. Always at our first program there are some mishaps. This time the neck bands were left at home, so unmentionable substitutes were used. Singing for the Men's Rotary Club, December the 20th, was a new experience and the mere idea of singing for two hundred men was quite a thrill. Also the Crescent Hill Women's Club 'received us, and invited the girls back again for another of their Christmas programs, December the 13th, 1946. The most beautiful school activity was the big Christmas Program, at which time the Glee Club turned into a lovely angel choir, with the Alum- nae blending in their voices. The exquisite tableaux which illustrated the Christmas story were done by Mrs. O7B3l1H0H, assisted by two seniors, Nancye Kimmel and Jean Atherton. We also went to the Home of the lncurables on Christmas eve and after presenting our program in their wards, a few of the girls sang carols on Miss Water's front porch. After a very eventful Christmas holiday, we once more settled down to Miss Moodyvs Musical Appreciation, which is always followed by a test, and one can hardly hear the music for the loud moans and groans. Since the war was over we went to Shelbyville to take all the superior ratings and then pro- ceeded to Lexington to capture the cup. There were entered many soloists and trios, and an octet. The Commencement rounded our repertoire of musical activities for the year 1945-46, and we hope the following classes will enjoy the musical program, in the years to come, as much as the present Glee Club has. Helen Gibson, one of the school's nightingales, was chosen through an audition sponsored by The Louisville Philharmonic Orchestra in Feb- ruary, to sing with the orchestra in March. Helen sang, 'all est Doux, il est Bon, by Massa- net, at two afternoon performances, at which the Louisville audience was thrilled by her lovely voice. The entire school wishes her all the suc- cess in the world in her musical career. Ann Jennings, '46 Fifty-seven Honor Roll LOWER ScHooL lst Quarter 2nd Quarter Nancy Anderson Nancy Anderson Mary Bert Bernstein Mary Bert Bornstein Nancy ,lo Scott Ann Logan Sue Tyler Nancy Jo Scott Betty Lou Ungerleider Sue Tyler Carolyn White Betty Lou Ungerleioler First Row: Bet Arthur, t Second Row: Mrs .loan White. lst Quarter Mary ,lane Brock Bettie Bryant Laura Bullitt Ruth Dunn Sally Lyons .l oy Nachocl Emily Nichols Q I-lilclegarde O'Ba'nnon Molly White F i fty-eight Carolyn White 3rcl Quarter Nancy Anderson Mary Bert Bornstein Ann Logan Nancy ,lo Scott Sue Tyler Betty Lou Ungerleider Carolyn White STUDENT GOVERNMENT AND FACULTY ADVISORS y Bryant, Joyce Franz. Matilda McCracken, Thomasinq Cadden, Ruth Dunn, Mrs. N F Betty' Lewis Southwick. . . ,, H K B ll tt Bettie M an, Emily Nichols, Anna Mae Bogie, Mary Jane Brock. 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