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

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Fifty four THE SPECTATOR School News Well, everyone was glad to come To school again, but holidays Had got us rusty, so with some Great effort, we have changed our ways. And now, we get up early and We've had exams, those little tests Of what we've learned and how we stand Oh teacher, dear, we did our best! Our Senior baby picture day Was one continuous surprise Of which the greatest was the way The Seniors all were recognized. The prettiest was wee Dottie And as I say, they didr1't change. The cutest was that girl named Gould. Oh nature is so strange-so strange- The banquet given for the girls Who keep our basket-ball inflated Really was a merry thing Which further was illuminated By alumnae, and the choice For next year's captain, loan Guibet Congratulations, Ioanie girl For Sportsmanship that you display, We can't forget our Founder's Day In which the whole school took part! The lower school put on a play That really was a work of art. Then shortly after this sucess, Came Senior Baby Day, and squirts With suckers flying left and right And rattlers, dolls, and tres short skirts. It was real fun, but when the time To eat arrived, the whole school knew That our enormous appetites Were not a baby's retinuel

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THE SPEc'rA'roR F ifty-three Mama's Day Poem fln honor of Mrs. Yancey with all due respect to William SJ Six hours of the day we are at school With only one protection-Mama Yancey, Alas: We are all the sons of Mama's house, And all the daughters too. But fie, Are we not real? Do we not have ears, Eyes, nose, throat, and dimensions, dear Mama, If you squelch us, do we not wither? If you jest, do we not laugh? And if you frown, do we not flunk? Alas, but do not worry Mama dear, Perchance we're bad, and sometimes wond'ringly ask To be bad or not to be bad, that is the question. We dood itl For, if 'twere done when 'tis done, Then 'twere well it were done quickly. But look we up and see our Mama Y. Sitting like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. And then we are sorry, And feel that the quality of mercy is strained. Bold in spirit, but weak in words we speak If our speech offend a noble heart, Thy tongue may do thee justice. How wrong we were. Not mad, but all smiles is she. Some are born great, as was our Mama Yancey. But we are old. We leave our dearest Mama, We know tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow We shall ask, Mama, Mama, wherefore art thou, Mama? And she will answer, There is something rotten in the state of Denmark.

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THE SPECTATOR Fifty-five Then May Day was a lovely scene, And Heaven showed a colored sky. I'm sure the Seniors felt like queens And PETER PAN was cute as piel Speaking of queens, Miss Nunez made The lovliest I've ever seen. Also Monk and Pat, her maids Were quite as fetching as the queen. Well, that's the news, but wait awhilel Before we go, the Seniors want To say farewell to our ole school That someday we'll be back to haunt! KATHLEEN SMITH O Exchange Back again for the second and last time this year, with all the old friends and two new ones! The first newcomer is THE QUILL from Staten Island, Staten Island, N. Y., a magazine which, of all the exchanges, is the most like the SPEC- TATOR. It contains editorials, alumni notes, a page on sports, a large literary section, and, along with other things, a newly formed Exchange Department. Their Exchange Editor has indicated that she will criticize other magazines and these will criticize the QUILL-Hand: fromftheseftre- marks our editorial staff hopes that improvements in the OUILL will fol- low. Therefore, criticism is in order. Every section of the QUILL is interest- ing and well-done, and a large amount of advertising tshowing much hard work? undoubtedly accounts for its excellent appearance. The Contribu- tlon Page is a unique column, rarely found in school papers and maga- zines. This magazine represents the literary best of the school and is on the whole very serious, but during these times of war, a little humor in any form always helps a lot. A light or witty poem or perhaps a joke here or there would make THE QUILI.. the perfect school paper. THE CUSHING BREEZE from Cushing Academy is still tops with us. Their exciting Winter .Carnival in February which was well written up, makes all of us in the south envious of the snowly northern winters. Their column called the Bronze Boy always gives delight. Iokes are not out of fashion. THE SEMAPHONE from Milwaukee Dawner Seminary has a joke column called Humor-Us -how are these: