Loretto Academy - Laurel Yearbook (Kansas City, MO)

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SOME PEOPLE keep everything in their locker! Margarette Grant even finds storage place for a friend, Therese Sheffield. At least it's better than purple snakes flying out as the door flings open! VI ny lockers are mistaken for the student council locker with its variety of objects (baseball caps down to snow boots), yet still some quaint, old-fashioned lockers can be found filled with school books carefully arranged to fit in the small space. Personalities have a habit of being different in each person, so as you roam the halls you probably will see a unique locker among the many conformists. One junior artist has her locker done in contemporary designs: actu- ally the objects shaped like squares have riddles written on them; the other odd-shaped things are drawings of the answers. The real problem isn't finding the answer, but trying to make out what the design is supposed to rep- resent. he elegance which the frosh show through their lockers is hard to match. Only a member of this class could have made her locker into a dazzling display for the window of an up-to-date grocery store, exhibiting labels from various types of canned food. An attempt to bring the Christmas spirit to Loretto was highly successful for two Sophomores. Their locker was ready for Santa Claus with stockings hung with care, but who ever heard of St. Nick coming in September? A senior has devised a way by which her locker will be decorative and practical. On the grey walls she plas- tered crazy saying cards. The card? not only add charm to the locker, but they also guide her in her every action. Before you go home tonight, look carefully at what your desire to express yourself has done to your locker; then slam the door and run. HERE COMES SANTA CLAUS - right through Terry Zinser and Sherry Ralston's locker! Red stockings, a green wreath, and multi- colored wrapping paper spread the Yuletide cheer in preparation for that jolly old man. February 1963

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Individiwl personalities are drawn out and then hidden again Within a locker Cocker doors slam shut, closing to the world the artistic talents of many LA students: students who, like everyone else, feel they must express themselves and take it out on their lockers. Today's lockers probably have seen better days; why, w'ho in 1930 would think of a locker as the storage place for tennis rackets and bermuda shorts? But however new this idea may be, it certainly didn't start this year. Stu dents have plastered locker doors with everything from Kennedy posters to skeletoned frogs in past years. The walls of lockers have been brightened with wrapping paper and Christmas cards. This year's moderates arc going out for postcards from all over the world or pictures of Dr. Kildare, Ben Casey, and other TV, movie, and recording stars. THIS LOCKER is meekly decorated in a conventional style. The door holds up sentimental keepsakes (much like pictures of Richard Chamberlain and Vince Edwards to other students). In- side the locker itself, everything is arranged so that only one skirt hangs out. SMILING SHEEPISHLY, Michelle Farrell exhibits her supermarket- type locker. If you want to know the latest in green beans or corn, just consult Michelle's display window. You never know what a thing like this can do for business. Maybe everyone will rush down to her friendly grocery store for that certain type of wheat germ. 26

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newwords Tonight clouds made the moon a chalk smudge on a blackboard. Mary Ann Marlow, '63 Winter Waiting Even the lemon bus sign seems to sway under d blasting winds. The silvery pole reflects the bleak sic The sun’s warmth, smothered by a gray, leaden veil,; muted and desolate. The endless sky encircles the Siberia landscape like a huge bowl. The dry, crinkly leavt skimper toward the gapped grass. Piercing gusts rust through your clothing and violet hands tell of their bitte ness. Vour legs are no more than stalks growing to d Fatigue is an evergreen tree whose limbs hang heavy with snow. Pat Medellin, '65 Paused beneath the hill is winter life with Mary nearest to the edge and earth impatient 'neath the snow. She is the only calm beneath the soundful winter-shadow of the cross It seems she is but just a part of us (except her hands which make us part of Him) Delores Desoto, '( Lynda Harrell, '64 Hope is the look in a child's eyes as the snow gets deeper and deeper. Maureen Hannan, '64