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

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Fifty-eight Th e Spectator A Tale Told for Baby Day This is a tale so sad to relate Because in the end it turned into hate. A rabbit named Tabbit, they say, Hopped out in the garden one'day, And what should he see But a big bumble bee Making passes at a horsie at play. Big tears made her lovely eyes blink And her coat of soft, delicate pink Indignantly rumpled And bumpled and humpled, While at her he buzzed with a wink. Now Tabbit straight forward he rushed, And Puffy, the pink horsie, blushed, He swatted the bee Who had buzzed in such glee, But now his harsh humming was hushed. With fluttering, downcast eyes As blue as summer's skies She smiled her thanks As she twitched her flanks, You could see his temperature rise. For Tabbit 'twas love at first sight, And Puffy he told of his plight. Said Tabbit, dear Puffy, I think you're quite snuffy- Marry me-make my life bright. Oh, Tabbit, gasped Puffy-I'm shocked, My very foundations you've rocked, I can't take your kisses For I am a Mrs. My heart against you must be locked. So Tabbit went out to get crocked. Springer and Dooley.

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The Spectator Fifty-Seven 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9. 10. Whooping cough. I know that, for every night For a long time the young mother spent her nights up and Down while the little baby wheezed. Their bathroom Light is always on at about ten o'clock at night, Just when we want to sleep, and it shines right Into our room. The woman washes out her clothes All the time and hangs them in the bathroom to dry. That I know because strange familiar shapes are Magnified on the wall of our room at night. Then Next to them are two young girls. They go to the Secretarial school just around the corner, and one Of them seems to think she has a nice voice. At Night she plays the radio loud enough for me to hear The programs without having mine on when I shouldn't, But she always spoils them with her scales and variations. The girl who stays with her types all the time, and When the weather is warm all I hear is the peck as She works. They never have learned to pull their Shades, and I sometimes wonder how they'd feel if They knew or realized how open their life is. Up on the top floor is the tiny little garret Room, and a young man lives there. I never see him Except late in the evening when I open the windows Before I go to bed, and can see that he reads at 'Night and puts his light out shortly after we do. That's all I know about the people and the house, But, although it's awfully ugly, it's nice and Neighborly. Stevenson, '41 The Perfect Senior Would Have Figure .......................................................................... Jackie Mayhew Legs .......... ....,........................... A nn West Hands ....... ........ M argaret Ann Trenchard Eyes .......... ........................ K athy LaCour Hair .......... ....................... J ane Hackett Teeth ........ ......... J une Barkerding Mouth .......... ........ B ettie Brewster Nose ................ ........ A nn Springer Complexion ........ ......... J ane Hackett Disposition ......... ....... D ottie Eaves

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The Spectator Fifty-nine cheat news FOR THE last time this year, I start pounding out the final number of the news, and not without a twinge of sorrow. The thing foremost in all minds are the exams rapidly approaching us, but the minds of the Seniors are much fuller. The last time I gathered the news together, we were all preparing for a glorious va- cation which we seem to have had. Now we are pre- paring for a much longer vacation, but we are not quite as eager to leave McGehee as before, for many of us are leaving our high school days behind us. The memories of the last two months have been good ones. We all enjoyed the outdoor performance of Twelfth Night by the Dramatic Club. The whole cast was excellent and, much to the surprise of many skep- tics, easily heard. Then the Juniors and Seniors took a day off and had a good time swimming and sun bathing at the Pass. Wandering about the grounds of the gor- geous oriental home of the Hechts, and swimming in the cool waters of the pool made a nice change from the streets and pavements of the city. But to be absolutely truthful, the thing that warmed the hearts of all the Seniors and softened even the hardest to tears was the beautiful May Day presented to us by the Freshmen under the able guidance of Mrs. Moise. We thank them, each and every one. It seems that the activities of these two months are endless. Following close on the heels of May Day was Baby Day, and I think the majority of the Seniors did a better job of being infantile than a real baby ever did. Try though they may, the Seniors can't overshadow the Juniors, and they reigned on their customary Short Day and we do mean Short, Short Day. In the patriotic line, the whole school rendered an amazing imitation of the U. S. A. and the flag under which she stands, as a Gym Night presentation. As something new and different, the Seniors and the Jun- iors gave modern dance interpretations of the hymn