Laurel School - Leaves Yearbook (Shaker Heights, OH)

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Harriet Bebout 1956 Harriet sat down on the grass laughing and panting after a last period gym class. She was wearing a long tee-shirt, and a U.S. jacket was casually thrown over her arm. You know, she nodded to the group, that was hard work. The other girls resumed their conversa- tion about getting married. After listening attentively a minute, Harriet was ready to launch into a dissertation on the horrors of being a common housewife, when a furtive sophomore appeared around the corner of the school. Simply groaning, But think of all those dishes you'll have to wash . . Harriet got up and went over to the girl to explain softly why chapel line should be quiet. Well, I know you won't do it again, she finished, smiling, and leaving a trail of blue thank you notes, which spilled from her bloomers' pocket, Harriet bounced back to join the seniors who were going in to change. Only one more day this week, she mur- mured audibly. A wild gleam came into her eyes. And do you know, I think there's going to be a brew tomorrow nightf' She spun around on the baseball bat she was carrying in for Miss Slade. An apple a day . . .

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Joan Balcer 1954 joan stood with one foot caught pre- cariously in the ski-tow. As she waited for someone to come along and help her out, she pondered over why dresses were getting shorter and what to do about it. She mapped out a mass revolt. Then she turned to reminiscing on the Hockey Play Day. Having gone over all the plays, she began to review chemistry equations. Miss Slade appeared in the distance. joan controlled her first impulse to scream for help and firmly decided not to bother her. The ski-tow began to move, and Joan slid along, wondering why it was so much more fun to skid in an automobile while one is driving. As she descended the slope, she gave a few Gilmore cheers in hopes that Sue would come running. She realized that upon reach- ing the foot of the hill, she would certainly be in a predicament unless someone came along. Mimi suddenly skied into her from be-a hind, knocking joan over. Meme! Joan yelled, falling on her head. Wait for me at the bottom of the hill. 'Suref Mimi yelled back. joan hardly heard the answer. She was bouncing along on her back, wondering why skiing was so much fun. Gee, I'm sorry. Are you all right?

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Brenda Beck 1952 You're so funny, Kay! Brenda exclaimed. I'm :ure Mother would let me drive to Mich- igan during spring vacation! It's bad enough when Dad gets gas bills from Akron and Bay Village. And anyway, that car is so old that it probably wouldn't get us there. Brenda raced the motor of her old car. Don't for- get to call me tonight so we can think up something exciting to do Saturday night. Like what, for instance? Oh, I don't know. If we canlt think of anything better, we can always go to Hudson and bomb some housesf' That sounds real exciting. Brenda shrugged. I know, but such is life. Oh, by the way, you'd better let me call you. If I get caught talking on the phone again, I probably won't even get out of the house. Mother is really getting strict. 'Bye. As Brenda drove off, Kay called after her, Are you going to do any homework tonight? Came the answer, Could be! Are there many before me? I've been bitten by the Black Widow spider.