Louise S McGehee School - Spectator Yearbook (New Orleans, LA)

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Fifty-two The Spectator Senna! eclian Elaine to Launcelot The waving of the grass has tales to tell Of how she, waiting, stood, and would have waved. The parting of the grass shows ground engraved With parting-parting dawn-without farewell. This was the green beginning of all hell, This was the second taste of all she cravedg This was the last desire she still had savedg This was the hell where wanting angels fell! She did not look to see the grass still bent. Her lips half-parted kissed the morning, chilled She saw the widened path that she had meant Her kiss to take, and morning love was killed. He rode into the dawn without farewell, This is the tale the grasses have to tell. Carmefr' Clabaugh, '42 Sonnet on Math Oh, gosh, how I hate to study Math, I get all twisted up on curved lines, And every day in class Miss Schuler finds That I have strayed from off the beaten path. It's really not her fault at all. Somehow My mind is just not geometrically Inclined. Instead of squares sometimes I see Horses or boats or maybe a moo cow. I think that I would like to take my book And tear it page by page in little shreds, And burn it in a fire until I see It turned to ashes. Then I would go look For a nice restful place to lay my head And never have to think again. Ah me! '42

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The Spectator Fifty-one Seniors-Did You Ever See: Mona-Looking frowzy. Katherine B.-Minus a bandana. J une-With her shirt tail in. Bettie-Slumping. Margaret Ann Counce-Minus a man. Patty-In a bad humor. Evalyn-Acting sensible. Dottie-Being snobbish. Ruth-Uninterested. Beth-Unhappy. Mary--At home in a chemistry smock. Jane Hackett-Without that little gold football. Klippie-Not rolling her eyes. Kathy-With stubby eyelashes. Polly-Immodest. Lorraine-At a dance. Bobbie-Acting like a baby. Margot-With her homework done. Jackie-Not talking. Joy Nes-At school. Joy Reynolds-Raising Cain. Althea-With a hair out of place. Adah-Looking her age. Seemann-When she didn't screech Hello. Virginia-Being really mean. Ann Springer-Not dressed to fit the occasion. Nadyne--In a loose fitting dress. Meg-Without a letter in her hand. Suthon-When she wasn't displaying that subtle wit. Margaret Ann Trenchard-Without her finger in the pie. Little-Being serious. Tete-With a cigarette. Ellie-With lipstick on.

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The Spectator Fifty-three Sonnet On Friendship I don't know why I fell for you, my friend: I know not whether like or love be here Within my groping heart, and I will wend My way alone-I'll try if you're not near. And, maybe for a little while I'd be Content or even glad to be away From every human beingg to be free From any cares that fill 'most every day. But in a shorter time than I should dream It possible to want to see a friend, And talk of things that happened in between Our meetingsg I would want you here again. I find that liking you is all that I Can do-but I'll do that until I die. Kathleen Smith, '42 A Love Sonnet I never thought my love would come this way, It slipped upon me wholly unawareg But when it came, I felt a sudden flame That made my whole being recall a May- A May of fung a May of friendly play, With pleasures of sunshine's abandoned care: The shrieks of laughterg and shining, flying hair, Flashed on my heart and wouldn't go away. But winter winds brought frost upon my heartg A thing that had been wasn't any more. At first the emptiness was unexplained, And then I saw your face, I gave a startg For all the sunshine that I had loved before, Was in your faceg and since then, has remained. Smith, '42.