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

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The Spectator Seven for several years, have gotten quite used to graduations-everything is very solemn and sentimental, there is some excitement over who will be sweater girl or get the Drama prize, and everyone dutifully weeps over their respective crushes. That, at least, is what gradua- tion has been for us up until this year. This graduation, however, will mean a great deal more, for it is more than a nice sentimental ending for an ordinary school year-for us Juniors it means the beginning of our most important year at McGehee's, and the last of any class that we shall be able to look up to as Seniors. Perhaps at the beginning of this year we didn't really appreciate these Seniors. To us who had worshipped and had crushes more than the usual class, it seemed that people whom we knewias well and who were so near our own age could never be really satisfactory Seniors. But now, at the end of the year, we realize how mistaken we were, for we have found that Seniors can mean a great deal more to us as friends whom we can work with and talk to than as unreal idols whom we worshipped from afar. There is never much to say at graduation except Goodbye, you've been swell, and we hate to see you go, and so I suppose we shall say it again this year. We think this Senior class has been swell, and though it is always hard to see how a new class is going to take the old one's place it is practically impossible now, when we' realize that the new class is us. We only hope that as Seniors we can do half as well. Assistant Editor, '42 T Fishing A dirty little boy sits by a pond With fishing rod in hand and Worms quite near, He sits so still with back against a tree That some would think that he was fast asleep. But if a fish should come and sink his cork His hands would ily to work and pull him in And string him on a weed that lies beside, And bait his hook and fling it back for more, This little boy who sits beside a pond, Who sits all day and waits for fish to bite. Eaves, '42

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Six The Spectator gclilceiat WELL, I'm afraid the time has come to say good-bye, to make a formal bow for my class before our departure. You know it's rather hard to say good-bye formally to something you've lived with for eight years, and we've done just that, lived with, not in McGehee's. The school has reared us, taught us three-fourths of what we know, and watched us grow. For that reason there is rather a sentimental attachment concerned, and when one is feeling sentimental it is diflicult to be formal. However, I shall try, and, perhaps, the best way to begin is to tell what the school has meant to us, at least most of us, and what we, at least some of us, have meant to the school. School, regardless of our other interests, has truly been our life for the past four years. School, and the companionship that goes with it, the tears and the fun, the Dramatic Club, the Spectator or other out- side interests have been of more importance to us than anything else. We have learned many things, how to live with people, to recognize history dates, and how to pacify the faculty, and I truly believe that most of these things will help us later on in life. Yes, that's what McGehee's has meant to us, preparation for life. What we have meant to lVIcGehee's is an intangible something, I believe. No doubt most of us will be for- gotten three years from now, but I am sure we have left something behind us. A part of the personality of each one will remain to transmit the school greater and better, a part of each will be remembered though the name and face be forgotten. I want to believe this for it is hard to go on to something new and different, no matter how pleasant it might be . . . Well, what must be, is, so good-bye, be good, for myself and the Class of '41. Editor SOMEHOW or other another school year has gone by and already we're finding ourselves right in the midst of graduation. Most of us, who have been at McGehee's

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