Maumee Valley Country Day High School - Weather Vane Yearbook (Toledo, OH)

Text from Pages 1 - 136 of the 1941 volume:

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'E f 'ik W 7 U ,X f 55 ' ' ' - x- K. Q Wg. H 'E Af.-, EDICATICN. . in appreciation of his eighteen years of faithful service to our sci1ool,oiiiis personal pride in its welfare, and of his friendly interest in our activities we dedicate the WEATHER VANE of 1941 to FRED WANDTKE fgttsxfl VVILLIS STORK, Principal Ln lfach year wc have new stuclcitts taking' thc places of those going on for more arlvancerl work, yet our traditions remain ancl grow. Many of these customs have their roots back in the early :lays of the Smead School: others have spriing up unobtrusively in recent years. Our school is peculiarly our own because of customs such as walking the circle arm in arm, commencement exercises in the garden, sittinfgj by classes in assembly, wassail after our Christmas plays. Of all of our traditions this annual publication is one of the best because it is a repository in words and pictures of so many phases of our school. 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Nlmss Iwzml, Xllse Qlusc, IXI1ss I'.I'll'SUII, Mrs, I-uw-1'I111, Xllss Ilwku sf I.k'WlS. Xllsf Nmmlh. fXI1ss IIIIFSHIIS, Klzulnmc in-zlry, Hrs, Stmw. ,Yl11ml1'11g, fwfr In riglzf: NIV. IIIIFIIIKIQJQU, Nr. Iilukc, NIV, jnlumm. NIIL Sturk. XIV. 'IAI1m-nlmrglm. 11 SE NIGRS lmft In rzglzf: Nl ml. .Xllll liumlor. zlrthzl jay. QIYIICL' Ililfllllllll. Ifllcn Ifggm-1'. Ilvtty lluxu-1', JHSL'llIIiIlC XYcmllcy, Ruth 14 ELLEN DIANE Ei SGER 1040-1041 ln trying moments when we just can't think of the past sub-junctive of cf'-1rr1'r, Ellen's encouraging wink is a timely succor to us. To the teachers, her charming manners and courtesy are an equal joy. As senior adviser with previous experience in journalism fshe was the editor of the XY. ll. S. annual 3, Ellen has contributed many valuable suggestions to this yearbook. llut alas, we find some of our chicken salads at Senior-junior get-togethers blown to the seniors by the Fifth-columnist in our midst. XVe wonder whether Roosevelt doesnlt owe his victory to Ellen's hearty arguments in the political campaign debate. We must admit she showed remarkable poise and knowledge. Ellen is another senior who goes hom-e for nerve restoring f Pj weekends, her car crammed with thankful M. Y. C. D. S. hitchhikers. lilless those pioneers who located NVoodville so that Maumee, Perrysburg, Rossford, and all points south are passed on the way home on Fridays. 15 ..., -.., 5 E RUTH ELAINE HANKISON 1937-1941 Going my way, Hank? Yes, Hankie is the pilot of that dazzling black Packard limousine which often blitzes up to M. Yfs parking lot among the smaller fry. Hank is one of our more dignified seniors. Not that she is too quiet, not Ruthie! She can laugh and talk as much as anyone, but she knows when. Riding is one of Hank's favorite activities, and often after sports she breezes over to Ascot. But these rides had to be suspended for a time last fall while she had a very interesting appendectomy with a local anesthetic. QTell us more about those two young internes, Ruthiej VVe wonder why she spends so much time in the art room. The appropriate place for painting her nails? She did wonders as secretary and treasurer for Le Cerrle F7'Cllll,'Cl'Z'S last year. But that is not her only claim to fame, for what would the plays and Glee Club be without Hankiels voice? Perhaps some day we shall all say when we hear her high soprano on the concert stage, I used to go to school with that girl. L6 l l'lli'l l'Y RL l'l'l IICJWER 1037-1941 .X trial to the teachers and a joy to the pupils-that's lletty! Mysterious absences from the city, the unexpected clanging of the school bells, weird noises issuing from securely trussed up lockers-all these things keep Betty in the limelight and furnish diversion for a possibly otherwise dull day. If there are any impediments in l3etty's life, you can be sure that they will he as pebbles in her path, for she is a hard driving little lady, as witnessed by her powerful undercuts in hockey, her perfect salesman's technique in soliciting ads for XY. XV. Y. and her memorable executive ability as business manager of the llY6t!f!If'l' Vane. Those pep talks really had the get-up and git . lietty. .Xlthough she insists she has no intellectual curiosity-well, college boards are no joke. and lletty came through with flying colors. XYe expect that she will uphold the family record at XYells next year. How, lletty, can you do all this and still spread infectious humor and sunshine. delicately seasoned with pepper? 17 u ADELATDE MA RT HA JAY 1037-1941 Martha, Martha, I adore you. Yes, we love our charming little Marty, too, peddling on her two Wheeler up and down the streets of Perrysburg or toting a load of French Club passengers in her flashy green Pontiac station wagon. She can also be found in her blue jeans and Pop's plaid shirt at Youngs ice cream parlor feven on the coldest daysl, at the Perrysburg football held, or walking her two little cocker pups to Perrysburg School to meet-her sister?? Because of her beautiful square script, Marty acquired the important task of rewriting the French Club constitution. Ql.ooks pretty nice all framed, n'est-ce pas?j It seems that Miss Jay made a recent tour East to inspect XYells College, but spent most of the time at Cornell, where she was escorted liy two boys at a football game. Think you'll go there, Marty? CVVe mean XYells.j This June our little Marty will leave us, but her pug nose and whistling in M. Y.'s corridors will long be remembered. 18 ANN CAROLINE KUMLER 1937-1941 . . . and say, Cobina. . . This from Ann, that humorous disintegrater of the Senior Class, who sends us into gales of laughter. at the most inopportune times-in study halls or Spanish classes. As Mr. lllake puts it: As Ann goes, so goes Spanish. Fluffy brown hair and an upturned nose are the only things distinguishable above shin guards, big hockey shoes, and whatever happens to be unclaimed in the Lost and Found, as Ann so deftly guards the Brown Team goal. .'Xll1l1.S crush on double-bubble and Orson NVelles have both been discouraged during her four yea1's at school, the former by Miss Parsons and the latter by hearing her hero in person at Detroit. Speaking of Detroit, what about those impromptu week-ends with your cousins C ?j, Ann? ller mirthful characterization of Maria of Tzuvlfflz Niglzf brought her fame as an actress way back in her sophomore year, and her latest role of Jinx has made us prophesy for her a stage career. Some day the lllue Network will announce a new Fanny llrice. 19 GRACE CHESBROUGH RATHBUN 1937-1941 VVho is this Yictorian maiden with a tiny pink bow in her frizzed bangs, who writes about fuzzy rabbits and furry kittens? Blue Mondays are often enlivened by her cute little tales of how Putty spilled her milk all over lnky's silky black fur or how those two pets kept her tootsies warm last night. It was Grace who made those cunning little animal drawings in last year's Weaflzrr Vmzc, of which she was incidentally editor-in-chief. Hut on the tennis court, where she won the girls' city championship for two years, we see another side of her talent. How we envy those long full swings and backhand drives! As the captain of the Orange Team, she excels also in hockey and basketball, and swings a mean baseball bat. With charm and poise she led the chorus at last year's commencement. Her talents even extend to the stage- witness Rosey in Brief Music. Dwacie is noted for her friendly little giggle and the latest clippings from her home-made hair cut. 20 A -s . H vi ' -ig, . 'ii ii ? ir V ggi? A ' :,'!..eZi': i t . , g'1i ' ,L Q ' , Fa laik -- tv ig: W me - 3 5 Q. Qgfli- sw, jUSlil'liINl2 XNOOI.l.EY 1039-19-ll llas the ideal college reared its head yet, jo? A lover of work without etfort, jo is searching for a college catalogue lacking intriguing passages on courses of study. N'l'c all wish we could produce such masterpieces of writing as jo tosses off with the greatest of ease. This talent for expression is found not only on paper but in her clever speech. lf we feel sour, perhaps from a sixty-two in French or from too many chocolate cookies, jo is ready to sympathize, to cheer us up with her quick wit, or perhaps to eat our last cookie for us. There is one day when jo's bubbling giggle does not echo merrily down the hall and that is Monday. This Mondayitis is accepted as a matter of course. Some day we may see a plane soaring above and if we focus the spy-glasses accurately, we shall see that ,lo is the pilot, for, believe it or not, she has taken to the air. XVe sincerely hope that she will soar as high with her literary talent-and we don't mean sky-writing. 21 INTIMATIONS OF IMMORTALITY Vtfe, the class of '41, Our school must now forsake, But memories of youth and fun Into the world we take, And so in compensation we Leave these behind to bless The students and the faculty Of M. V. C. D. S. We leave Ann's wit to Mr. Blake And her facetiousness To keep the fifth and sixth awake Through science till recess. To Madame Geary we bequeath Our Betty's appetite, Especially for birthday cakes Always so Huffy-light. To Tony and Miss Parsons We Leave Marty's lovely hand, His themes to write more legibly, Her notes to understand. We do bequeath some forty winks Of Ellen's, in this will To work, we hope, a happy jinx On handsome, smiling Bill. All those whose nerves the buzzer pains May now relax because We leave Ruth's voice to make its strains A more melodious buzz. Poor Mr. Johnson, minus hair, Struggles with problems keen. Our gift to him will let him tear The hair of Josephine. We do bequeath the love Grace shows To all the feline clan To 'fSpot of the perceptive nose And spots, black, white, and tan. Before us looms the parting day We face with troubled mind. A thousand things we'll bear away- A few, we'll leave behind. 22 CLLPPER SCI-IOCDL Bottom row, left to right: Kate Bancroft, Gerry Teipel, Alice Rathbun, Marian Gillette, Georgia Wieting, Dorothy Hiett, Marie Louise de Coriolis. Top row, Ifft to rigllt: Louise France. Gordie Hascall. ,R V, :xg .Z 7' U ' .5 JUINHORS s.. ' BOARD OF EDITORS Editor-in-Chief ...... ............Alice Rathbun Business Manager ..,................... Mary Gordon Hascall Assistant Business Manager ......, ....,... K ate Bancroft Literary Editors ...................,.................. Louise France Georgia VVieting Marie Louise de Coriolis Feature Editors ........ ................ D orothy Hiett Marian Gillette Photography Manager ......, ...... Q ieraldine Teipel Senior Adviser ......,r.,,.,. ,....... E llen Egger 24 lxfl lu rfglzlz Klvg' Cirulnln, Nanny lllIL'lilllhlll. Culcltv lil-zu'5. l'l1yllif linulcl, l 1':m NL-well. italic liucklmut KlZll'lL' lirl lol I llvllxs Kllmlfl llmlm cttc Geary l'1I'21llCCi Newell SGSHOMGRES C Xftlllllilllllf, lcfl in Viglzl: lfrwcl Ilcnnctt, Tony XY:1Il1riclgc. ,S'r'r11cd, lrfl tn riglzi: Lucy l-ZlllC2iFIlil'C. liclty Ilcc Morris, Bouts jnhnstulm, Lncttt tinmllynnly. Imllit- Kitchcn. Nancy XYHH. Chuck 'lcrry, Lynn McNcrncy, Mztrthzl NYulft Snc Smnc, Marilyn lit-ifllcr. H:1rlm:1r:1 Scntt. PRES!-IMEN Marilyn lleimller Ifrmrd ll-cnnett Lnette fiooclhocly Mary Hunter Nlohnston Kathleen Kitchen Lucy Lzmcashire Carolyn McNe-rnev 26 Hetty Iles Morris llilfbilfll Scott Suzanne Stone Chztrlcs Terry Carlton Walbriflg Nancy XYall Mzlrtlm Xyolfc l'1'1111l 11111. lwfl lu 113111: H111 Qlurk. RHIYIII l'11Y1'5'. 4 .Yl11111i1'11g, lcfl In righl: X211113 lim-51-111-11sl1'i11, l:1'llt'L' l:L'Hill2l17. 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' l'11111 Krlkins Xlusic ,,,.,, ,.,.,,,..1 X 211101 l1111'scl1c11stci11 '1CZllllI'L'S 1v,,71,,,, 1,,11,1,,,, K lilff' S111-11112111 XY21lbri1lg'1- f11'2lllL' N1-wsm ,, ,,,, R11I1i11 F1111-1' 211111 II21r1'i1't Lcvis 2 Z J SEVENTH AND EIGI-ITI-l GRADES BUREAU DRAWERS If bureau drawers could only talk, what stories they would tell! Hidden away in their dark corners are the cherished fragments of yesterday ..... It was proverbially raining cats and dogs. The sky was gray and the wind howled angrily. I had certainly picked a fine day for a tennis game! A long Saturday afternoon lay ahead of me. What to do? My eyes met my school books and guiltily turned away. The magazines on the table were all old, and there was nothing on the radio but serials. What a bore! I suddenly remembered that for the past few weeks Mother had been urging me to clean out my bureau drawers. To each request I had politely responded, Yes, right away, Mother, but after a few seconds the matter conveniently had slipped my mind. Today, however, offered a perfect opportunity. I went to my room and started the long put-off task. The notions drawer came first. What an eyesore all those odds and endS. were! It seemed impossible that so many different kinds of articles could all be together in the same drawer. I found everything from a broken musical powder box to an exquisite lace handkerchief that I had taken to my cousin's wedding seven years before. It was a beautiful June wedding-the sun was shining-a perfect day. My young mind was unable to fathom why several ladies were weeping. One would think that people would laugh and be happy on such an occasion. I was soon to learn that there were tears of happiness as well as of sadness. I am sure that if a poll were taken to determine what occupies the most space in young girls' bureau drawers, hairbows would head the list. I found all sizes and varieties of them in mine. The one I handled most fondly, however. was the pink velvet one I had worn to my first dance. That was a magic night! I had my first corsage-fragrant roses tied with silver ribbon. Is there anything as thrilling as the first of everything? A long dress, a first corsage, the ring of a doorbell to announce his arrival! All the excitement of a coronation was mine the night of my first dance. But, on with the job. I shall never finish it if I stop to reminisce. What is this? My tenth grade report card. just a piece of paper-but in my sophomore year it was the barometer of my intellectual activity. How many hours of diligent study that A in French represented! But what happened to me that year in history? And that science grade! If only I could relive that year-I could get A's in everything. But would I? I wonder whether if we could live again, we should make the same mistakes as before, or should we profit by them? But I suppose that if people did not make mistakes, the world would stand still. In my next drawer, wrapped around a vase I had won at a carnival, was a newspaper, dated September, 1939. I saw an editorial pleading for peace. W'hat vain h-opes inspired that plea! Only a month later that debacle of death- war! just a three letter word, yet it symbolizes more destruction and human suffering than we who are safe can imagine. Safe now, perhaps, but what about our future? Can one country stay peaceful and neutral when the rest of the world is in a state of chaos? When one reads about the thousands of young boys who are daily leaving their homes for training camps and the billions that the government is spending for national defense, one wonders whether the next ten years will still see us as a modern utopia. Or shall we be sending our men, not to training camps, but across the ocean to kill and to be killed? But these are questions that only Fate and Time can answer. And so, hidden away in the dark recesses of my bureau drawers I found only a hairbow, a lace handkerchief, a report card, an old newspaper-but they are fragments of a yesterday and lead to much thinking. ANN KUMLER, Twelfth Grade 28 CAT TALES Po-0-tee! Nice Fishiel' Paddy-thump, paddy-thump, and Inky appears at the foot of the stairs. Upon spying me and the fish, he sidles forward, tail erect, and affectionately rubs his dusty black ears against my legs. In and out he prowls around my ankles, tumbling over my feet and looking pleadingly into my merciless face. His first expectant purrs increase in volume to indignant me-e-e-ows. Meanwhile, Putty, in her dignified fashion, has appeared on the scene. She knows it was she that was called. There is no rush. Has she not seniority rights in this household Qlnky is a recent arrivalj, and should not she by this time realize that Po-o-tee in a high falsetto means salmon or raw liver, and that Put-tee, in a soft, secretive whisper means chicken tidbits at dinner? This call she recognizes as fish and she hopes it is tuna. Her eyes glitter at the thought as she quickens her pace without deranging her lady-like demeanor. Inky sees her coming and emits a last desperate wail, but his is a lost cause, and Putty is shut in the little-room to be free from interruption. Inky is then fed in the kitchen near the stove. He always eats his meat first, and very rapidly, taking large chunks and tilting his head to chew, first on one side and then on the other. Like a stubborn infant he sniffs disdainfully at any matter foreign to his usual diet, nor can you deceive him by cleverly concealing bits of spinach or carrots in his meat. Having noisily consumed his viands, Inky dutifully enough, four-four time, laps his milk, hardly ever disturbing the rhythm for a breathing rest. Now he has finished and must wash thoroughly his face and ruff. This thorough, but quick process flnky does everything in hastej is no sooner terminated than Inky commences to think again of food, and ambles down to the little-room. The door has been opened and Putty, her plate partially emptied, has retired upstairs for a snooze. She never gobbles her meals down all at once, preferring to nibble from time to time and between naps. But her schedule and fish plate are frequently upset by Inky's greediness. Now he eagerly gluttonizes over the remains of her food and, feeling suddenly very full and weary, pads sleepily up the stairs. Near four o'clock in the afternoon, I see my bed be-kittened at the top and bottom. Putty, the tip of her paws curled under as if keeping her palms warm, snuggles into the pillow at the head of the bed. Even when she sleeps, her eyes are-or at least one is-partially opened, and her ears twitch nervously as if fiies were buzzing about. The motions of her contented purring are only barely perceptible, while her fur gently parts ways, revealing patches of white, lighter grey, and even streaks of yellow. But there is no particle of yellow in Putty's character: she braves unflinchingly numerous household terrors. When several humans tramp heavily down the stairs at once and Putty, caught midway, is in danger of becoming snuffled, she either calmly makes herself as inconspicuous as possible against the wall, or attempts a mad clash to safety. Such recklessness is only surpassed by her ventures out upon the roof via the third floor window. It is most surprising to be marching up the front walk and, casually looking upwards, to perceive a slight grey animal running as assuredly over the eaves- troughs as if the roof were her usual habitat. And her valor is as outstanding in enclosures, for on several occasions Putty has been unfortunately shut in drawers and closets: namely, the linen closet and fruit cellar. Cf course she does not mind such an adventure, for the cellar holds all kinds of interesting things to investigate, such as screens, shelves, dusty chairs and intriguing passages formed by stacked boxes or trunks, and the linen closet is almost as delightful a place in which to indulge in peaceful solitude or forty winks as is the pillow of a bed. 29 As for Inky, the softness of the pillow never interests him. He enjoys the bottom or center of the bed, where the mattress slightly slopes to a cuddle-ful hollow. Not curling up like Putty, but stretching out in a semicircle, he looks like a pool of freshly spilt ink on the light counterpane. Hordes of mice might crawl over his ears and pull his whiskers, but never arouse him from slumber. But he is always the First to awaken and annoy Putty until she snarls or joins him in a tag game. If she hisses and tells him to go back to sleep, Inky will give her bushy tail a final tug and prance away in search of other amusement. Such amusement may be found with a tractable marble, a nimble ping-pong ball, or the corner of a rug, which Inky hugs ecstatically, claws, and attempts to subdue to a stringy mass. However, if Putty consents to be aroused, then is the dust raised! fShall we say--just before spring cleaning?j It all begins with Inky at the foot of the stairs and Putty warily watching at the top. Inky me-e-ows coaxingly and then dashes upward. Meanwhile Putty has galloped through the hall and is swiftly descending the back stairs. From there we might proceed to the top of the mantel, to under the kitchen sink- it all depends on Putty, for she always is the chased. The race is finished with a smoky furry confusion, in which Inky clasps Putty lovingly about the neck and essays to de-fur her. Putty me-e-ows protestingly and someone arrives, swinging a dust mop and shouting hysterically. Putty, taking advantage of a slight relaxation in Inky's forceful grasp, scurries for safety, while Inky shakes himself and looks mournfully after her. With his legs planted far apart and fluffy grey fur dangling in tufts from his mouth, he looks like a little old man or perhaps a black goat. In spite of Putty's rapid retirement she generally treats Inky with the greatest of dignity and condescension. To her he is merely a gamboling, clumsy kitten, and must needs be restrained. And yet her personality is very puzzling, for she, too, often assumes kittenish moods and performs such silly but delightful feats as rolling over and playing on the rungs of a chair or impulsively leaping to swing on the portieres. And then, as if to show that she really did not mean to act unlady-like, she will walk sedately away or curl up and pretend to go to sleep. But Inky is all frankness and friskiness. He cries for whatever he has the slightest wish for, likes to be petted in the early morning, knocks over anything with which he comes in contact, and when at dinner time there is a Hurry of flying feet in order that the meal may be served exactly at six, he loves to wander aimlessly about the kitcheng however, he miraculously escapes becoming trampled upon and succeeds in informing tout le monde that it is his dinner time as well as ours and would someone please open the salmon can. GRACI2 RATHBUN, Twelfth Grade + fp I. f ,f STARS fi S' -- K ' h gl 'ig X Last mg t W ' I The stars were tiny fairies if Dancing and playing in a blue meadow, 1,1 Q But tonight they have pulled a gray blanket over their heads 3 'Q And have gone to bed. ' DONNA COY, Eighth Grade 30 JAZZ-A New ART There is nothing more distressing to the followers of any new form of art than the conventionalists, loyal to an established code, who, without troubling to investigate or discover their advantages, condemn all types of expression which do not conform. Perhaps the modern art which is most maligned in this way is jazz. I do not use the term swing g it does not have the same connotation, nor does modern music, which includes such affronts to the intelligence as Three Little Fishies or The Little Red For. These atrocities merit all the scorn which the adherents of the classics show them, as do the popular tritles, Our Loze, A Million Dreams Ago, O11 Blueberry Hill, etcetera. jazz is not, however, a group of songs such as these. Jazz is the free interpretation, according to the personality of the artist, of any piece of music. jazz is an art. To prove this statement it is necessary to define art. NVhat is art? Keats has implied that it is the immortalization, the perpetuation, of natural beauty. This does not apply, however, to all forms of art, but only to sculpture and painting. Certainly we cannot accept such a narrow view. Wliat of the dancer, the singer, the player of any instrument? These are all called artists, yet there is no eternal quality in their work: on the contrary, it is most fieeting. Every- one may form his own opinion of the meaning of the word art, but, if it is agreeable to the reader, I shall in this essay consider art the expression of abstract emotions or ideas through any convenient medium. Poetry, sculpture, painting, the dance-all are included in this definition. It is readily seen that Guy Lombardo's rendition of Three Little Fishies is not, since it expresses neither emotion nor, certainly, idea. But the definition of jazz-the expression of the emotions of a group of musicians through the medium of musict-is closely parallel. But, you say, jazz violates all the forms of good music. Its notes are struck fully and diminish in volume, contrary to the classical method of cresceudo attack. Its tones are vibrant, even harsh, in contrast to the carefully modulated tones of classical music. Its notes are slurred rather than precise, husky rather than clear. Therefore, if it is an art at all, it is a very inferior form. Why so? These departures from the established order merely afford the artist greater freedom, the object of every change efiected in the realm of art. VVas Shakespeare less great because he did not observe the Greek unities? Were Keats and Shelley inferior poets because they did not write in Pope's iambic pentameter? Is free verse an inferior form because the customary elements of rhyme and meter are lacking? Is impressionistic, or even surrealist art to be condemned because it does not follow the examples of the past? In everv other branch of art, changes are constantly being made to permit the artist greater freedom. ls music to be the exception? If it is not, there must be some intelligent attention given to this musical step-child, jazz. Perhaps it is just as well that it has been allowed to attain its full development without the interference of educated persons who would promptly have bound it with rules and locked it in the narrow confines of convention. And thus it would have quickly degenerated into a mediocre sort of rhythmic noise, for its most essential feature is absolute freedom-a freedom which has enabled it to make some amazing accomplishments. Louis Armstrong, untutored, experimented with his trumpet until he hit a note so high that until that time it had been considered impossible. The incorrect slurring technique, despite its incorrectness, has produced some remarkably moody. melancholy effects. The unrecognized saxophone becomes a thing of beauty in the hands of a Lester Young Cyou know-with Count Iiasiel or a Coleman Hawkins. Nor is the jazz musician necessarily inferior to the classical in technique- witness the recording of Quintet for Clarinet and Strings Cwas it Mozart?H by Benjamin Goodman and the Iiudapest String Quartet-made at the request of the latter. 31 Such music is not the usual realm of the jazz artist, however, for two reasons. The first is that the ordinary artist in this field had no opportunity of learning to appreciate the classics during his formative years, nor did he have any instruction in reading music. He learned to play because he felt the music and loved it, by ear, not under the tutelage of masters and the stern command of his elders. The second is that he is too constricted when forced to stay within the bounds set by convention. In the classics the composer's ideas are reflected, in jazz, those of the artist. In the classics the expression of the written score is the end, the musician the meansg in jazz, the expression of the musician's personality is the end, and the written score the means. Therefore jazz is not what it has so often been accused of being, monotonous. But what is the good of trying to set on paper the beauty and diversity to be found in jazz? If I wrote of poetry, I might quote to show its qualities, if I wrote of painting or sculpture, I might include an illustration, but who can quote Bix Beiderbecke's trumpet, who can illustrate Sidney Bechet's clarinet, who can draw a verbal picture of Meade Lux Lewis' or Albert Ammons' piano? It can be defended in words, but its greatest defense is itself. One's ear must be trained to the appreciation of the classics: it must also be properly attuned to jazz. But if anyone is sufficiently open-minded to be willing to admit the qualities of jazz, a few weeks of attention to this form of expression will afford him abundant opportunities to make such an admission. .IOSEPHINE VWOOLLEY, Twelfth Grade ANOTHER A MERICAN joe Pasterine looked up from his paradise of luminous tin cans and entangle- ments of barbed wire just in time to see the dust rising after another huge truck had dumped its contents with a clatter onto the lot. joe was just an old Italian junk dealer. He had come to this country when merely a boy of twelve. Since his father had died only a few months after his arrival in New York, he had had to go to work, and as he had never had the opportunity for an education in Italy, the only thing he was capable of doing was collecting trash. The vast towering buildings and the mass of hurrying people had put poor little joey in a daze of amazement and great fear. He had wandered the streets of New York until the thin soles of his cheap. black boots had worn down so that the cold September rains oozed in around his calloused little feet. Scraps!! Scraps!! Scraps!! This had seemed to be the beat of his tired feet as he pushed himself along through the bitter cold of December days and the scorching heat of the july sun. He had struggled endlessly and tirelessly, pushing the rickety two- wheeled cart through the barren and unwelcoming streets. As his savings slowly had grown, so had joe's ambitions and hopes until finally he was able to purchase a horsedrawn cart. At least joe had called the downcast animal that pulled it a horse. Nelly's sagging back seemed to tell the story of years of struggle, but with joe's care she had come back to life and together they had struggled to succeed. But those days were past because he was now a man of great standing-in his class: he owned his own junk yard! His large, laughing eyes, protected by his black, bushy eyebrows, thoroughly examined the new load. Suddenly his face burst into a smile, showing a mass of pearly white teeth. It was a great thrill for joe to get a good load of scrap iron in because it brought him a great deal more than the usual few cents, and this haul was certainly a fine one. joe stooped over and carefully selected a bent and twisted can, his large, stained hands cautiously examining it as though it were a valuable gem. But they were all valuable to joe because as soon as all his debts were paid, he was planning to apply for his citizenship papers. He turned and started back to his 32 little shack at the front of his lot, which he proudly called his office. Before entering, he carefully wiped his huge, muddy boots and straightened his little black bow tie, which was always crooked. Two patched chairs and an old marred desk were the only furniture in joe's ofhce, but that was about all the little shack would hold. Joe sat down wearily, and slowly pulled the worn and crumpled pages of a letter from his pocket. The letter was from his brother Tony, who was still in Italy. Between the lines of the letter joe had realized how the poor Italian peasants were trying to eke out their existences under the heavy dictatorial powers. Should he continue to strive to become an American citizen and leave old Italy for good? Had America given him any better opportunities than he would have had in the old country? His head rested heavily in his hands as thoughts of sunny Italy rushed through his mind. As the sun's rays danced among the shadows of the room, Joe thought of how the radiant sun warmed the rolling hills and flowering vine- yards. How they used to sing when harvesting the luscious, purple bunches of grapes! And, oh, those cool, fresh evenings when the sun would suddenly hide behind the hills! He could easily see the Haunting costumes of the dancers at the annual feria. He still vividly remembered the old cathedral, where he so regularly went, with its towering, spacious altars and beautiful stained glass windows. just then there was a dreadful rumbling noise, and Joe's stooped shoulders suddenly straightened as he looked out of the little crack which he called a window. There, coming through the gates and under the sign which proudly displayed the name of joe Pasterine, was another truck load of junk. joe's large, brown eyes wrinkled to a smile. Yes, America had given him his greatest opportunity, that of being a free citizen in a total democracv. He never could have established this business in a dominated country like Italy. He was sure now that he wanted to be one of the American junk dealers, ora e sempre. P ELLEN EGGER, Twelfth Grade THE WIND Within his blue-bright workshop He fashions furry beasts- Crouching lions, curly lambs, Loping rabbits, charging rams, And as he carves their bushy tails, He hums and whistles through his nose. His bright-eyed, star-eyed children Lie snuggled in the sky, and Hug these Fluffy playthings tight. See! They're almost hid from sight. The dawn extends her rosy arms 'lk H And waves away the drowsy stars. The clumsy, cloud-beast toys. Running races side by side, Lambs and lions all collide. Once more he saws with flourish ll Q9 The wind descends to sweep the ground. -1 GRACE RATHBUN, Twelfth Grade 33 ata' tfgj l i I , I The snow-white saw-dust scatters down. -1 44 ON THE ANNOYANCES OF LIFE The great tragedies of life, it seems, are not half so annoying as the little, nerve-racking, minor troubles. Perhaps it is that they come less often, or maybe it is that the minor ones are avoidable, and you have not made up your mind to grin and bear them. For instance, if you are to have your appendix removed, it must be done-no if's, and's, or but's will put it off. But if you want to read, and you are pestered to play bridge, how you hate it! Nothing, nothing can give me greater pleasure than to be at a movie-let us say Marie Antoinetie, and let us set the scene at the time when the Queen is being led to the guillotine-and to hear the following conversation take place in front of me: Ma, I wanta dinkf' Mildred, I said, 'Not now'. Crack! Bubble! Crack! junior, stop cracking your bubble gum. If looks could kill .... If looks could kill, we might concentrate on my next victim. Why? Well, the poor fellow is suffering from one of my most killing glances. This is the person twe have proceeded to the carj who believes that to turn right. one must go to the left side of the street, and who when the turn is reversed, finds the part to the right of the white line more attractive. What, that car? Oh, let him look out for me. This is his trend of thought fif he does thinkj. But he has an equal. Elmer is afraid of his shadow, and my deah, if you drive more than seventeen miles an hour- YOU SPEED DEMON!!!! Speeding down my list. I recognize my friendly enemies, the Drawer Cleaner-outers, a class mostly composed of mothers. Have you ever-oh, have you ever returned home to find clean, tidy drawers, and most of the trash residing in the incinerator? Have you ever looked patiently for an indispensable article that Mother has included in trash? Oh, I admit, clean drawers are a blessing: I like nothing better. In fact, if I had time, I should clean them every day, but please, Mother, learn to draw a line twixt trash and treasures! I-Ias anyone called P you ask, a hopeful expectancy ringing in your voice. Yes, answers the maid, but he wouldn't leave his name. Oh, height of rudeness! How your fury mounts! To each new maid you carefully explain f you know by bitter experiencej that she must find out who is calling before she says you are at home or you are not at home, and after the eleventh time the idea slowly sinks in, but it is the only thing that has, apparently, so--you start in with a new maid. Table tennis! Who said that? An ardent table tennis fan in the form of your brother accosts you as you enter the door, with an expression of please play with me written on his features. Table tennis! Ugh! Who can enjoy the game when her English teacher wants her to rewrite an essay, when factoring is beyond her, when she doesn't know her French vocabulary? You love table tennis at your own leisure. But you look at the pleading face, full of hope, and you capitulate. You' know that he'll soon think you have possibilities and want to instruct you in his pet diversion. It ends in an argument. Once, mind you, just once, you have hit a good ball, you are doomed! After table tennis, you retire without having done any studying, to be startled out of sleep by: Hurry, you'll miss the bus. Darn bus ! you mutter as you run out the door a few minutes later. You were having such a nice dream, too, and to be awakened-so you couldn't finish it. Once outside you wait and think, It's too cold: I'll go inf' And then, If I start to go in, I'll get only half way when it'll come. This goes on for twenty minutes, and then just as you are half way in, you see the orange top around 34 the bend. The next day comes. You wait outside for the bus. You think you have plenty of time. You go in. You call. The bus? Oh, it lcft fifteen minutes ago. This could happen because the clock was set ahead, but let us take the clock. The clock's run down. Wind it, dear. You wind the cursed thing. Ah, but do you really know what it is to wind a clock? You move the hands to the hour. lt strikes-let us say six. You wait. It finishes. Then you proceed to the half hour-then to seven. You wait until it strikes. If it is twelve you want, patience is a virtue--especially with that broken finger nail. There are people who are always late. There are flies around the bed at night. There are doorbell ringers-you know, the ones in a hurry to get in, who keep their fingers on the bell and jar you to ill humor. There are jokers. There are stale jokes, and there are people who write long boring essays. I am signing off right now. RUTH HANKISON, Twelfth Grade LINES WRITTEN IN STUDY HALL IN MAY Outside the window everything is green, All freshly washed by early morning rain. The trees are wearing leaves, it's spring again. What else could all their fine new garments mean? I canit see them from the window, But I know where the flowers bloom, I know where the dogwoods are rose and white, Where violets hide from the harsh sunlight, Where trilliums show their fresh tri-petaled faces. I know a thousand such delightful places Where dew-pearls glisten on each green fern-plume. Outside the window everything is green. A cottontail goes skipping 'cross the grass. I long to follow, as I watch him pass- Follow to woodlands, calm and cool and clean. I can't see it from the window, But I know where the rabbit Hees. I know where winds the quiet creek, Where hummingbirds' wings kiss a blossom's cheek, Where the snake lies coiled in the warm sunglow, Where the grey mouse flees his feathered foe, VVhere robins carol in the old oak trees. Outside the window everything is green. f2f',Fk N I long to run and skip, to dance and sing , t Over the hill, where, heralding the spring, g ' aj A thousand happy things wait to be seen. X, l JOSEPHINE wooLLEY, Twelfth Grade fe -.f ' g ,-.r-. iz V. A Xxx 4 v 'N I lm in 35 THE OPEN ROAD or Pfft-pfft-pfift, the Tires Are Bursting Somewhere in the East the cold grey dawn was breaking. The atmosphere at five in the morning has been called brisk and Hinvigoratingi' by the writers who perform their deep meditations in cozy beds. Or perhaps they are really honestg it is just that they write only when the mercury stands at 1050, and a cold dawn does sound inviting. At any rate, it seems almost obligatory to start one's vacation at six A. M., at the very latest, though why a more sensible time would not do, I cannot understand. The date was july the fifth, and the question before the house was the arranging andfor stuffing of myriad suitcases into the rear compartment of our car. More immediate was the placing of the sailboat Ca small one, you understand, and not to be confused with anything fit to fioatj between the suitcases in such a way that it would not be smashed into matchwood. It was Corky's favorite toy, and not to be trified withg we had to wedge it scientifically. VVe finally shoved it between two trunks, where there would be no uncertainty about its being broken, we knew it would be. As a matter of fact, it was, and it bears, to this very day, six yards of tape on its mainmast as a badge of that awful journey. Problem number one thus dispatched, we turned to problem number two: how to place the inner tube. This caused no end of grunting and pushing until Corky conceived the ingenious plan of letting the air out. fWe never did get it back in.j And at last came the third problem-the arrangement of the Bennetts. To begin with, Corky was dead set on sitting near the window, and I was equally determined that Fresh Air was a privilege accorded only to Big Brother. The heck with the air, roared Corkyg he wanted to read the Burma Shave ads. Mother threat- ened to knock our heads together and enjoy the first peace she had known in ten and fourteen years, respectively. The argument ended abruptly. So off we chugged amidst pomp and ceremony, only to sneak back igno- miniously four different times for as many forgotten articles. On the fifth try, we set our chins grimly and forged ahead. Onward to Michigan! About half past Ohio, I discovered that something hitting me on the back of the neck was very annoying. It was a handbag, containing, at a con- servative estimate, enough cameras. liash bulbs, films, chemicals, filters, and other photographic paraphernalia to keep Margaret Bourke-VVhite happy for the rest of her life. This I then transferred to my knees. When its bottom was indelibly and irrevocably printed on them, I transferred it to the fioor, where, by some miracle of science, it managed to interfere with the starter, accelerator, clutch and gearshift at one and the same time, nearly wrapping us around a tree. Public opinion at this point tended toward throwing it out of the window, but I rescued it and put it back where it had started from. Let the grip fall where it may, I saidg and it did-right on brother Corky's head. By this time it was about three-quarters past Ohio, but for the engine it was only the beginning, and about a quarter to Michigan it was hotter than garlic and radishes under the hood. At last, after myriad difficulties, we drove into what we thought must be our summer hotel, but the proprietor stubbornly insisted that it was a filling station. Finally, to convince the misguided man, we pulled out the advertisement and handed it to him with a patronizing air. He looked at it, blinked, and started laughing. He howled for five minutes while we Bennetts looked at each other and tapped our heads significantly. Finally he spoke: VVhy, ye durn fools, this says, 'Mitigan, XVisconsin. ' I. FORD BENNETT, Ninth Grade 36 Leave.-tammgl 1 9. 3 Temp! Aix Shy? Hg New we. dr-mx 'w X Decqaitated Don't GONE WITH THE WOOD Rhett was a termite. Not, as some might imagine, because of his notorious conduct in Atlanta, but for the same simple reason that a dog is a dog. He and his thirty-odd brothers and sisters spent their childhood days in some trees located in the country between Toledo and Maumee on Reynolds Road. Like his name- sake, our hero was the handsomest and most daring termite in his family. You could tell he would some day be a king. One morning when all the little termites were eating an especially good breakfast of grade A wood, a soldier rushed in to announce that a building was being started on the property. As this was an important affair, all the baby termites were dismissed from school to watch the work. It was discovered that the new structure was to be a school. The con- struction continued till the next fall when, on the opening day of school, it was at last completed. It was a very good looking school and built of wood tempting to the taste of the termites. It was Rhett's ambition to become king of a colony there. He chose for his queen a young lady termite by the name of Scarlett, and one night in March the two, with as many brave followers as they could get, stole quietly into the schoolhouse. The couple's first quarters were very unsatisfactory, for they were awakened at the horribly early hour of nine by hearing voices saying, I'll turn you over my checkedy apron, and Today we shall take up fractional and negative exponents. They fared no better in the next place where they established their quarters, for their unaccustomed ears were hurt by such things as, Taisez-vous! Taisez- vousl Finally they took up their permanent abode in one of the best boards of wood, where all they heard were discussions on the universe and biology which both understood. As time went on and they discovered that the wood in this locality was especially well seasoned, most of their eating was done here. A day came when the termites had consumed so much of the foundations that the latter had become pretty shaky Cin fact, they resembled Swiss cheesej. All was suddenly quiet above them, and they realized that the pupils were gone. This puzzled Scarlett and Rhett greatly and their curiosity was aroused by some curious tappings on the walls. Suddenly they knew what was happening. A suffocating whiff came to their nostrils. The workers did not realize what it was until Rhett shouted, Exterminator! Then everyone rushed madly into the farthest corners, killing and trampling on one another in their panic to escape. Thousands lay dead in the passageways. Rhett and Scarlett did what they could to help the survivors and sadly informed their workers that they must go on war-time rations until the danger passed. One morning in early May, after two and a half years of residence. Rhett and Scarlett heard queer rumbling noises that came out of the foundations of the building. Repeated shakings and tremblings almost knocked the termites off their wings. Noises of screaming from above and the patter of feet frightened them, and now and then little pieces of wall fell down. Suddenly there was a resounding roar. The building collapsed, carrying our hero and heroine to their deaths! LUETTE GOODBODY, Ninth Grade PF' K LM. it ll 'Y ' 38 il YOU JUST DON'T UNDERSTAND You just don't understand. How many parents, I wonder, have had this remark voiced to them? And how many times have they inwardly smiled at their own obvious ignorance? It is, of course, an acknowledged fact that neither Mother nor Dad ever had, could ever possibly have had any difficulties such as ours. Why, they lived in an entirely different era-such an old-fashioned one, too. We sometimes wonder at their ability Chowever shortsighted we may suppose it to bej to understand any of our problems, but I am afraid we more often lament the imagined injustice displayed by parents. We also resent and doubt the veracity of that oft-quoted theory, It's all for your own good. For example, there arises the question of the car. How old is old enough to drive ? There are bound to be as many different opinions on the subject as there are members of your family. If you are a foresighted person, you will start at an early age to press gently your desire to learn the intricate workings of the family car. As you gain in years, so should this pressure gain in impetus with the result that when you reach what you term the correct age, your sentiments will be in the limelight. When you are about to grumble at everyone's lack of interest, you discover with a shock that Dad has had enough foresight himself to begin considering the problem. And having been tactfully told by you that the car is a necessity with which you can no longer dispense, he inevitably commences the argument with the cliche: Why, son, in my day we walked ten miles to school. Yes, sir, through snow and wind and rain, etcetera until he is brought back to the modern day and the momentous question at hand. Mother is naturally horrified at the idea of your being entrusted with the car, but for obvious reasons the more youthful members of the family strongly take your side. And then, after you have learned how to drive-true to the principle that the more you have, the more you want-there arises the second question of how old is old enough to drive alone ? More controversy ensues, more complaints from you, until finally a date is agreed upon for your driveris test. CI have a slight suspicion that this is the one examination mothers unavowedly hope their children will liunk.J I do not know how other families decide at what age one ought to be the proud possessor of a driver's license. I can cite only one example. My mother was firmly resolved on eighteen: I was determined on fourteen. We compromised on sixteen years, seven months, and three days. What a tedious time you have spent in your struggle, and how miserly Mother and Dad seemed to be with the car! But were they apprehensive for the car- or for you? But driving is not the only situation connected with, you just don't under- stand. While that is mainly Dad's difficulty, the one l am about to discuss is undeniably Mother's. Clothes for the early teens present many problems, and however hackneyed may be those problems of premature high heels and extreme evening dresses, they are none the less real. There are mothers who shop many wearisome hours to bring home to exacting daughters clothes which are un- ceremoniously rejected. There are mothers who count on Saturday for a mere hour or two of shopping only to find that Elsie sleeps all Saturday morning and is going to the movies Saturday afternoon. This continues every week-end until the day of the big dance, and then-what, oh what is Elsie going to wear? Your pink organdy, dear. 'Oh, Mother, you just don't understand! So Mother sends her regrets to the luncheon and off they go to look for the all-important formal-which is found-and altered by Mother just before Bill calls for Elsie. It is a tired worker who relaxes that night-relaxes partially, for no mother can sleep or rest until her child is safe at home. And it is then that she is rewarded for her toils. For if her daughter has had a wonder- ful time -if she has had even quite a good timef, Mother is happy. 39 - There are so very many things understood by parents-understood far more profoundly than we could ever understand them. For lheir comprehension is gained through experience and loveg ours comes from imagination. And we know that some day there will come an end to the d0l'l,fS of parents. That day is usually to be our first departure from home for college or prep school--and of course, the you just don't understand's will be abruptly stopped also, and with great magnanimity we concede that it will be a relief to our parents to hear no longer our complaints. But does our theory hold true? I do not know. I have never been away to school. I shall return next year to finish this essay. But the answer to the question, Who takes the place of parents ? can be given now- and it can be only one answer- no-one. BETTY HOVVER, Twelfth Grade REFLECTIONS Mirror, mirror on the wall, Who is the fairest of us all ? When the magic mirror answers, it is only yourself you are fooling, for it says only that which you want it to. As you look at yourself, you see only your flashing smile, curly hair and sparkling eyes, and you are satisfied. This is the real magic of any mirror. If you look long enough and hard enough, you will find what you want and be pleased with the refiection before you. You feelthat there can be no room for improvement. Yet, what do the people outside the warm glow of your magic mirror think of you? Do they see you as you would like them to? Yes, they may look deeper into the crystal glass and see your true character. Take, for example, a typical landlord. He puffs with pride as he stands before his mirror for his daily morning shave. Overlooking the fact that this shave is badly needed, he sees a kind, benevolent gentleman. This reaction is caused, no doubt, by a forced contribution to the Red Cross and a good night's sleep. In his eyes, he plays the part of a patron saint to his tenants. Yet should one of these tenants look over the sleepy gentleman's shoulder into the looking glass, he would see an utterly different picture. The glassy reflection would bring tears to his usually dry eyes. Because of the miserly habits of his landlord, the poor man has had to scrape and save each penny in order to meet the monthly rent, for one slip, and out he and his family would go. The actor goes through his scenes for hours before the mirror. He thinks he will revolutionize the theater by his performance. The audience will be astounded, critics will rave, and contracts will be offered by all the important directors. Yet he lives in a world of dreams. These fanciful dreams only help to carry him through the long days of nothingness. For each time he goes away from the employment offices, he is again discouraged. Again his friends shake their heads and say, 'fThe poor ham, he can't actf' There is too much magic in his mirror. He has built a kingdom of dreams about him. Some day his mirror will break, and with sudden shock, the truth will be revealed to him. The child has a mirror like Alice's looking glass. Stepping into this wonderful mirror, she dwells in a fairyland. All is play and happiness--magic rabbits scurry about her, wonderful kings and queens bow to her, and songs are played for her, Slowly, as she grows older, the magic glass begins to crack, and through this crack slip, unseen, the Red and VVhite Queens, Tweedledum and Tweedledee, and even the famous Rabbit. All the friends of a happy child- hood go, leaving only faint memories of their delight. Their vacancy is quickly filled by realities, such as greed, disease, and sorrow. It is rather cowardly of us to live in our looking glass world so much of our lives. Yet, how delightful and self-satisfying it is to look only into our magic glass. If only life itself were simply a magic mirror and we, its happy reflections! MARTHA JAY, Twelfth Grade 40 SILVER LINING A pair of mud-soaked sandals slop-slopped along on the littered pavement of Great Street, which was narrow and tortuous. They paused in front of a shop over which hung a sign advertising baskets made from the freshest reeds. The owner of the sandals called for someone who was evidently within the shop. His voice was lost in the rattle of wooden wheels, rolling over the cobble- stone pavement as a coolie ran by with his empty rikisha. Wong, as his respected father had named him, stepped inside the small shop, which smelled of rice, coffee, and freshly cut reeds. A wizened old man, bending over a pile of baskets, looked up as the boy entered. Yuen-San, asked Vtfong, has Wei Ih-Seng returned from the rice fields yet ?,' Yuen-San shook his head and shuffled into the back room, his arms loaded with his wares. W'ong eased his lithe frame down onto an empty crate to wait for his friend Wei Ih-Seng, the only person of his own age in the town of Wuhu who understood Wong and his ambitions. Oh, of course there was his uncle, Hum-deh, whom Wong had always looked up to and with whom he had had so many good times-flying kites on the big hill in South Wuhu, fishing-well, it was fun just being with Hum-deh. But he. who had always encouraged Wong in his ambition to become a doctor, was now in need of someone of that profession. Hum-deh had been sick for a long time and was slipping down hill steadily. He would probably get well as soon as there was a full moon, for it always chased the bad spirits away. Continual work during his twenty-one years had hardened Wongls features early. At this moment his habitually smooth brow was puckered with disquietude as he pondered for a solution to the problem which had kept him sleepless these last four moons. Wong had decided to become a doctor. He wanted to cure the sick as Doctor VVu did in the big, white, queer smelling building a little way from his father's house. It would be wonderful to be like Doctor Wu. He had given VVong a little cig--well, he could not pronounce it, but it spit tire and it was in his pocket now. Doctor VVu had given it to him for spreading the word he had said, but VVong still did not know what he meant by that. One had to study to become a doctor. That would mean making more baskets and feeding twice as many worms to make the silk, for studying cost money. But his honorable father would not hear of his becoming a doctor, and Lao-po-po, his mother-well, she had always told VVong that she wanted Mei-li, their neighbor, for a daughter-she was indeed capable. Now what future was there for him if he married? VVong was startled from his reverie at seeing Wei Ih-Seng dash into the shop, his face lighting at the sight of NVong. VVong! said he, Your honorable father would see you at once! Wong jumped to his feet looking questioningly at VVei lh-Seng. I don't know why, b-but hurry V' sputtered Wei Ih-Seng. Evidently someone had impressed him that the message was urgent, thought Wong as he ran out the door just missing a woman and child strolling by. What could Wo-Sing want? He had done his work for today. Perhaps Lao-po-po. . . VVait, could it be? But no-that was absurd! He involuntarily quickened his pace as he again thought of Hum-deh. Maybe he had taken a turn for the worse. . . Oh, kind spirits, make him well! Doctor VVu and Nurse Lu had been to see Hum-deh almost every day, but they never seemed to comment on his condition. It had taken Wong a long time to assure Wo-Sing that medicine of the white doctors was more beneficial than their own concoctions made of herbs, insects and whatnot. The medicine was expensive, too. just around the bend was his father's house, dirty and fragile looking, nestling among the weeds on the banks of the old muddy river, Wa-nei. There 41 in front of the house was Min-yo, sitting on the ground playing with her doll. She seemed unperturbed. Perhaps it was nothing at all. He walked by her, tweaking her hair as he did so, and passed into the house where- l-Ionorable Parent, asked Wong, you.sent for me-there is some trouble ?' Lay down your heart, boy. What has happened this morning during your absence has been expected for some time by us all-even you, I think. Your uncle- Hum-deh is-has gone F inquired Wong quietly with wide eyes. Yes, he is-gone. said Wo-Sing with difficulty. He left a message for you. Wong heard his father's voice faintly through a cloud of thought. Hum-deh was actually-dead! He hated that wordg it made him feel so lost and afraid. To think that he would never again hear the voice of Hum-deh or see his smiling face. He had suspected this, it was true, but he was just realizing its real significance- You hear? I repeat-he has left you his rikisha business-it means nothing to you P His rikisha business-oh, mumbled Wong. What could he do with a rikisha business? There were too many rikishas in Wuhu already. They were like ants. He could hardly expect to make any kind of money this summer, for tourists were few and the people of W uhu were too poor to pay to be pulled around by a filthy coolie over bumpy streets. In winter the business would be even worse. But maybe you might call this sort of thing at his age and position a golden opportunity. A golden opportunity? Could he save enough to become- say a doctor? Perhaps if he had been a doctor, Hum-deh would be alive yet. Hum-deh would be pleased if he should become a doctor. That was it! His aim! His ambition! He would make this business pay and save what he earned to study medicine. Perhaps he could help Doctor Wu and Nurse Lu in the big white building. He wouldn't mind the smell. In spite of his uncle's death he just could not help letting a few tears of joy slip down his cheeks because of this new discovery. A few minutes later, Lao-po-po came into the room and saw her beloved son kneeling before the worms, feeding them the fresh mulberry leaves, his cheeks shining with tears. Lao-po-po quietly retraced her steps, for as usual, she thought she understood. 7 ALICE RATHBUN, Eleventh Grade TREES IN VVINTER A sedate row of trees in winter ls like a procession of stately nuns Out for a walk. Their black habits have Faint touches of white 'lv As clean as feather-down. 3, C They bow ever so gracefully f X But ever so demurely Wt ' f To those they meet. ? l !' Their black veils seem to frown 4 f p Q . On playful breezes, ,ff ' But often they play, too. E, Even the birds know of their gentleness, :Lg For they perch on their shoulders as ,2 'S' Singing without fear. KATHLEEN KITCHEN, Ninth Grade 42 . n 'i v '1W .4 V :- xr V , : ' ' fx fp . 'Y F :fff jr'-3 -W - x. af -,rl 1 R- .sn ..-,mg 5? f., - T f s, 'a iff , - fNg1'Jb, 53 , , L ..P' f - .. v . 'P 'J ,- H ix Q 5 ? -'Q fQ'. ?4x 4, nv' n- ,, . 'Wrvm nsTm5s.nrf,aFv:uL4. or -'MH A CADE' WE Han NO Tu-12 TOSTAND as WA,,,'T HE :DN,Ni? AND STARET. Qwe-r APLEASE4. x I I 'RINGS IDE SEA7' wg CA-1-gp TO A'Drscmmuo.1-mo ' Cues-rue ARECREATIQM AFAR Svnmc smu.e' Ou nonwf -x Youw-a MOVEMENT Sqwm -we vu: emu: F N 2 ra Susan 'N' sv-an Hn-YA L nN'oT A -f-U1 mnuw: von-n sawn! News-no Mu Hen:-rv P How rr,om-.si Monk ft Monk!! 1-,VWAL nzzo -- Ann so TO cuss 'Remy Am- ca-1-msn m same ova Hn-ao ' ' THE FISHES I DID NUT CATCH As I skipped merrily out to the bus on a frosty Saturday morning, my mind was ringing with the caption on an advertisement I had seen the night before in the newspaper: Buy your spring clothes early this year? Indeed I was going to buy my spring clothes early, for what had happened the year before was not going to happen again. That year I had waited until nearly the week before Easter and had bought a horrid yellow dress that was a half-size too large, which I had had to wear for the rest of the spring and summer and in which I had looked like a meal sack with yellow fever. After waiting a mere twenty minutes or so in the bitter cold, a cloudy, gray sky overhead flast night's weather forecast for the day had been, Sunny and warmnj, I boarded the orange vehicle, found a comfortable seat, and rode down- town to Jefferson Avenue. Oh, what a morning of bliss I would have drifting airily from one shop to another, buying, buying. Entering the first department store, I stopped at my favorite counter, the jewelry counter. I tried on a pair of the pearls that were supposed to make me beautiful by blending with my complexion, but it was to no avail, for I looked exactly the same with them on as without them. A little disheartened, I proceeded to the counter where perfume is king. I sniffed at Bly Sin, I sniffed at Mais Oui, I sniffed at Ecstasy until everything smelled alike and I smelled like the flowers that bloom in the spring, tra-la. Happy again after my recent disappointment, I went upstairs to look at dresses and suits. There were spring suits in all colors: navy blue, royal blue, powder blue, light blue, turquoise blue, pink, yellow, purple, and even one which the saleslady myster- iously referred to as oatmealy'. After looking at all these and noticing that the oatmeal suit looked as though it had been cooked recently in that famous cereal, I found a blue one that was perfectly adorable and at a perfectly adorable price. I tripped gaily to my saleslady only to find out that it was not my size and that she did not expect any others of that style to come in, but would I look at this little number here? The little number was hideous: I turned to the dresses. What a bevy there were! But they were either too old, too young, the wrong size, or the wrong color. Finally I saw my dream dress. It was just the right size, and was a beautiful creamy yellow like lemon pie. But it was so expensive that I had to turn away and look no more, at least not with my purse in the same store. I turned my weary, plodding feet toward home at last. Although I had been tempted by some gorgeous pumps and a darling straw hat, I could not buy them, for I did not know what color the dress and suit would be. Thoroughly discouraged, I entered a five and ten store to buy a candy bar to revive me. However, I need not have bothered, for I was soon revived by a long run down half a block to catch my bus, which reluctantly opened its cavernous mouth to me after the chase. Much to my chagrin, all the seats were taken. Even though I looked most unhappily and beseechingly, with the most tired expression I could muster, at a man sitting before me, the cruel human-but not humane-being forced me to stand up all the way home. When I reentered the house, my mother met me at the door and asked, visioning all the bills for which she would have to lend me the money, Well, what did you buy ? ' I weakly answered, A candy barf' , COLETTE GEARY, Tenth Grade AJ' , , L..J--- 44 Jf ,I - THE NINETEENTH OF DECEMBER QFr0m the autobiography of a youngest chrild.j Every nineteenth of December at 1:25 P. M. I am told by Mums, Louise, just think, only fifteen for whatever it happens to bej years ago you were lying in a little white bed drinking your first draughts of life, or some equally fond sentimentality. Depending on my state of mind at that moment, I either curse the day or bless it. I found my birth certificate at the age of seven while piling through some books in the library fit literally was Hpilingf' for I could not readJ and rushing to have Mums read that impressive document to me, I found that the momentous event took place in 1925. I figure that with reasonable luck, I shall see into the twenty-first century. Toward the end of my fourth year my reasonable luck nearly failed me, for my sister Elizabeth made a happily unsuccessful attempt to teach me how to swim in the garden pool. I do not doubt that underlying it all was the desire to be ever rid of that little nuisance of a baby sister. But Jim, the gardener, ever my saviour, whether from horses, hooves or outraged roosters, pulled me out by the hair. Even today I can not part my hair in the middle because of the resultant scar. Elizabeth, having failed in that attempt, contrived the ingenious idea of sending me downstairs during the early hours of morning to join my great big sisters' parties. I, always innocent of my fate, dutifully obeyed her and padded down the big stone stairs clinging to the banister and to my Doctor Dentons. Peeking over the railing spellbound, I would soon be discovered and sent back up to bed with a severe reprimand or a spanking K a usual occurrence, for I was the one in the family who was always in trouble and I still am.H H. M. and Judy, soon irritated by my nightly visits, bought a pair of handcuffs and locked me bodily into my crib to the accompaniment of my indignant squalls. I am sure those squalls fully repaid Elizabeth fthe family never knew the true villainj by keeping her awake for many a long night. At that age H. M. was a very grown up young lady with a lot of beaux, whom she would not permit me to call boy friends. They were always tickling me or laughing at my bloomers, which were of the same pattern as my dresses. Those bloomers were highly esteemed by me, but they sent them off into seas of laughter. H. M. was always the one who filled the house with flowers and took care of little sister while Mums and Daddy were away. She would very soon get exasperated and turn me over to the nurse. Judy was the little known person who was an intellectual giant to me, for she was at college. Cf course it never occurred to me that Helen Margaret might have absorbed something in her four years there. VVhen Judy was home, she was always in the barn following around a lot of cats to no apparent end, for to my young innocence pyschology was just-was just psychology. But I followed Judy around or from my perch above the horses' stalls solemnly watched the cats approach a piece of meat. Daddy, my idol! The infallible Daddy! Everyone was wrong except Daddy. Daddy, the hunter, the trader, the trapperg Daddy's little daughter, the hunter in miniature, the trader in miniature, the trapper in miniature! Daddy, the man whose heels I trod on every hour, the man whose trust held all my little worries and heartbreaks! Daddy, on whose lap I sat during dinner with my tousled head against his shoulder and my eyes trying to pierce the pipe smoke to see whether he was laughing and whom he was looking at! Daddy with whom I worked. building fences, watering gardens under the hot summer sun or in the rain and mud of March! Daddy, the man of the stone quarries, who told me stories about accidents at the quarries in which a man would have his skin torn off till you could see the beating heart and yet would live! These stories made my blood race as a mill stream after the spring floods, but yet I delighted 45 in them. Daddy, whose servant and slave I was, whose strides were equaled by my own-Daddy was my god. Mother, then, was the person who told me to put on my rubbers, who scolded me for bringing animals into the house, who tried to cut my hair. She is rather vague in my memory except at those moments when I would sit on her lap looking out at the moon and the stars while she would sing to me, slowly rocking, or would tell me stories about her family and especially about her mother. She had a beautiful voice, and still when the fireliies are blinking in the gathering dusk and the stamp of horses can be heard in the pasture, I sit and look at the rippling silver streak of the moon on the river, and across the heavens comes her voice, and I am cuddled in her arms, drowsily hearing the soft lullabies. LOUISE FRANCE, Eleventh Grade THE LITTLE ONES BELOW Fishing is a great sport-if you catch any fish. When people have nothing to do, they go fishing. The sport has been in practice since Noah first stuck his pole into the flood from his famous ark. One day this summer I decided to bring home the bacon, as it were, and furnish the family with as wholesome a supper as they had ever had. I was going fishing. My father, a pessimist on such matters if there ever was one, stated that if I brought home enough fish for one good meal, he would gladly permit me to push him into the lake, and if I did not, the procedure would be reversed. I was a little disgusted at his attitude, but I took him up on his wager. And now that this was decided, I was off. First of all, I had to procure the necessary enticement for the bacon , and after spending much of my valuable time, I was ready to go with my worms, grasshoppers, and so forth. While climbing into our dingey, appropriately named the Queen Mary , I was almost dumped by some hidden force which gave it a large jerk and I was forced to stand in mid-air. I jumped back just as gravity was about to get the best of me, got in safely, and was off. Finding what I believed to be a good location, I threw my anchor overboard only to find as the boat tipped at a forty-five degree angle, that the anchor did not touch the bottom. I went closer to shore, and after adjusting everything to my liking, I settled down to fish. Fish--ah, fish! By five o'clock that afternoon I had forgotten what the word fish meant. To my knowledge, th-ere were no fish left in the world. They all must have gone to New York to see the Worldls Fair. Yes-that is what I would have to tell my dad as I would climb out of the water. Thinking of ways to end it all, I pulled up my anchor and started for home. Oh, woe is mel I thought it would be a good idea to go off and eat my worms, but fate was to play her hand and those worms would be valuable later on. My course homeward took me by the fishing docks, and so I decided to stop off and see what the luck was of the men who had fished there, and as I rowed up and was about to ask, something caught my eye. Were those fish ?-real fish? Those things strung up on a line alongside the dock? I looked again. Yes, they were. Suddenly my mind started to work. In a Hash I had cut the string with my knife and hauled the fish into the boat. I did not want to rob the man who had caught them, so in fair exchange I tied my can of worms to the already cut line. Thus feeling justified, I rowed home. Well, you guessed it-my dad looks terribly funny in the water! CARLTON VVALBRIDGE, Ninth Grade 46 HOW FICKLE IS WOMAN! I was perplexed. I was being so original by making a play for Ray, on whom no one had a crush at that particular moment. Ray is really wonderful. He is not exactly good looking, but he does not have to be. As he lives just one block from me, I wondered why I never had noticed him before. His newly discovered charms had me in a trance. His smile made me just want to curl up. He has the most marvelous way of twisting his eyebrows into a cute little quizzical quirk. In short, I was literally going around with my eyes sparkling and a song on my lips. Therefore, imagine my surprise when one day I went joyfully to school, at peace with the world, and my best friend fha, halj informed me that she realized Ray was in existence. I had a foreboding of what was to come, but I still had hopes. Priscilla said, VVow! My heart's a-Hutter! My pulse is racing! Guess what? I'm in love!! Alas for my hopes! They were dashed. Need I ask by whom? Ignorance was bliss compared to this dreadful certainty. The merry tune I had been whistling died right on my lips. And, as if that were not enough, Pris added this cheerful tidbit, Connie's interested in him, too. I stood speechless for the first time in my young life. As the minutes dragged by, my jaw began to drop, and bit by bit my tongue protruded from the opening between my upper and lower lips. I was the picture of despair. Loyal as I try to be, and much as I love Pris and Connie, I think that each was lowered in my esteem. These friends Cahemlj of mine are not exactly killer-dillers, but what they want they usually get, either by hook or by crook. Nine times out of ten it is crook. There was still the thought of Ray's party. This brightened my prospects until I learned that those two boy-snatchers were going to be there. The party was in honor of Ray's fifteenth birthday, and no one was supposed to know about it. He certainly received a lot of presents consideringi the fact that the purpose of the get-together was a secret. But then I knew, and I never could keep a secret. It all came out later that he was counting on me to spread it around. The big night arrived. I was determined to get my man. So were Connie and Pris. Resolute as I was, I found out that the other two were even more so. Although I knew that Con and Pris were pretty adept, I have never seen them as accomplished as they were that night. Connie even surpassed Priscilla, who is a past master, and what is worse, Ray fell. That was the climax. I then and there made up my mind to have nothing whatsoever to do with boys who fell for ilirtatious girls fthat is, other than myselfj. I went mournfully to bed to have a good cry over my misfortunes. The next morning I woke up to discover that finally that empty house next door would be vacant no longer. I dashed to the front window to see who the new occupants were. Was I surprised when I saw an adorable boy looking up and smiling at me! His smile was irresistible fit entirely eclipsed Ray'sj, and who was I to be stubborn? I flashed him one of my best. I am now carefully working out maneuvers for another conquest. MARILYN BEIDLER, Ninth Grade X 47 .-- l m s i asf 1 X ., is fi' , I, l r ZX . -,ff ,mmf gif 1' ..- - -Q MR. TITUS'S BUS It was at the corner of Elm and Locust that Mr. Titus waited each morning for the 8:10 bus. Mr. Titus took the 8:10 because he could meet the bus leisurely, and still, if it were late, be at business on time. Mr. Titus was one of the many vice-presidents of a bank and though he owned two cars, he preferred to ride on the bus. He liked to imagine that there were others who took the bus from choice, but he had almost given up hope of finding one. As he walked briskly toward the corner, Mr. Titus thought about the different people on the bus. Take little Eva, for instance. She was a frail, pretty little girl, only about twenty, Mr. Titus decided. Her clothes were always spotless, and she herself had a clean air about her. But Mr. Titus could tell by looking that Eva's clothes were not expensive and could guess that she sometimes went without food. From the scraps of conversation that he had overheard, Mr. Titus knew that little Eva was a stenographer for some large concern and had to be behind her desk promptly at 8:30. Evidently she was not able to take an earlier bus because of an invalid mother, who required many services. Poor Eva! Mr., Titus said aloud. She must never have time for pleasure. And then of course there was Big joe. Mr. Titus had almost begun to think that Big joe took the 8:10 bus because he had nothing better to do. Big joe was a union man. He was a foreman in a factory and seemingly, since he belonged to the union, it did not matter at what time he arrived. A few minutes one way or the other made no difference. Big joe was probably the father of a large family in whom he apparently had no interest. His house was simply a place in which to eat and sleep. His main interest in life was the local chapter of the C. I. O. of which Big joe was one of the many chairmen. Big joe was always dressed the same: in blue denim overalls and blue shirt. He always wore the same hat. It was the kind of hat that Mr. Titus called an engineer's hat. And then of course there was the small black lunch pail. You never thought of Big Joe without his lunch pail. It had always been Mr. Titus's desire to peek inside the lunch pail and see just what kind of sandwiches and drink Big Joe carried. Mr. Titus's thoughts about Big Joe were rudely interrupted by a sudden jolt, as he turned the corner. Mr. Titus gazed with vengeance upon his attacker. Much to his happy surprise this was a man whose dimensions were in proportion to no object in this world. He was a short man, not much taller than five feet, live or six inches, but his width necessitated his wearing a size forty-two suit. Mr. Monocoup was an ardent follower of the Tigers. He knew the batting average of every player and just where the team stood in the league. In fact. Mr. Titus decided, there was no one who knew more about our baseball team than Mr. Monocoup. He was always taking some little clipping to show the boys at the office. His only topic of conversation was baseball. Mr. Monocoup and Mr. Titus walked on toward the bus stop. They both held their breaths and threw anxious glances about, when the bus drew up five minutes later and, as yet, there was no Mary in sight. Little Eva, Mr. Monocoup and Mr. Titus ascended, each giving a backward glance as he put his foot on the step. just as the door was closing and the gear was shifted into first, great shouts and exclamations were heard. The bus driver groaned, put on the brakes, and drew to a stop. A blond head popped in the door and a plump body dropped comfortably down next to little Eva. Mary had made the bus, much to the amazement of all. Mary was a high school girl, who was not quite able to get to the bus stop ahead of time. She either arrived just before the bus itself, or she made a mad dash-mostly mad dashes. Mary was a junior fagain Mr. Titus had overheard scraps of conversationj, rather good looking and going to be quite a belle in time, he decided. Evidently she was popular becarre each time she got off in front of the large high school, a number of people were waiting to greet her. Her mother was probably having great 48 'Y X troubles with her about clothes, dates, and the lock-out. Her mother thought twelve o'clock a very reasonable hour, but Mary, well one ..... Mr. Titus thought enviously of his youth, his school days-he had met Mrs. Titus in high school-of his struggling apprenticeship and his gradual promotion-compensation for the years of hard work and struggle. Not for all the gold in China would he trade places with a youth of today. Mr. Titus arose abruptly from his daydreams and descended into the hub-hub of the city, where for eight hours all things other than the bank would be forgotten. MARY G-ORDON HASCALL, Eleventh Grade A CAT NAP Thank heavens, I have a little peace and quiet until Butch comes after me, after rushing and scurrying all day long. Oups! Too much lipstick on this lip. lie doesn't like very much. Oh boy, does this easy chair feel good! Oh-hum! Hattie! cried Mama. Haven't you sewed that lace on your corset cover yet? You know it's time to knead the bread !'i Coming, Mama dear, I answered, trying to hurry. Gracious goodness, child, why do you have those rags in your hair today? Oh, Mama, have you forgotten that VVilliam is coming to call this evening P Oh yes, dear, of course. VVell, we had better hurry with the baking if you ever expect to be ready. Mama, at sundown, may I use this hot water to put in the washtub for my bath? Yes, dear. That's a good idea. Then you'll be out of the way when your papa and brothers come in from the fields. Oh, how can she be so calm about everything? William is coming to take me to the old tavern, where I shall dance the Virginia Reel with the handsome gentleman that Clara, my sister, told me about! at Pkfkvkbkbkbkbk Mama dear, may I go up and start dressing instead of ridding up the dishes tonight ? Oh yes, I believe so, Hattie. Now, for my shoes. Why do they have so many buttons? Oh, will I never get my corset tight enough? That'll have to do. Now my dress with all the beautiful petticoats. My, Mama and I worked a long time on it! ,Well, now I'm all ready! I hear a buggy !-Oh, it's William! Goodnight, Mama! Goodnight, Papa! I -- Remember, young man, this young lady is tolbe in at nine forty-Eve! Gid-dap, Nellie! Oh, William, I'm so excited! This is my first party, you know! For any goodness! I 1 Pk Pk Pk Pk Dk Dk Pk 44 Oh! William, I've had such a nice time,w-even if I did have a little too much cider and doughnuts! There's papa waiting for me! Goodbye ! Thank you, Hattie. I had a pleasant evening, too. Goodnight! U Oh! What?--Huh? Oh! There's Butch! Oh-and just look at his super new convertible! Gee, he even has red plaid seats! Bye Mom-Bye Daddy! Bet I'll beat you home ! How times have changed! By this hour, Grandma, as a girl, would just be getting off her stays , and here I am just starting out! Can you guess who I would rather be? NATALIE BUCKHOUT, Tenth Grade 49 HAUNTING A HAUNTED HOUSE The car slowed to a stop. Don and Albert got out. just then the moon slipped from behind a cloud. There it is, said Don. Albert's gaze met an old, weather-beaten, gabled house with a sagging roof. The moon revealed that the house was beyond repair. The place was good for little more than to be haunted by ghosts. Don continued, Do you still want to take me up on my bet that you would be afraid to sleep there over night ?' Albert seemed unafraid as he said, 'fYes, I do. Do you think five dollars would be too much to bet? That suits me fmef' The two boys went back to the car, got in, and were on their way. They were chums and the bet was made in the friendliest of spirits, but Don saw that he could make an easy five dollars by simply making sure the house was haunted. To achieve this end he hired a couple of ghosts-the ghosts being a tall, lanky boy, whom we shall call Buddy, and I. Our job seemed simple: we were to haunt a haunted house. For services rendered we were to receive one dollar each. Buddy was supplied with a costume of black velvet with a skeleton painted on it in luminous paint. I was to be the sound man, rattling chains and making horrible noises on a washboard. There were many times on that fateful night that I wished I were still hanging onto Mother's apron strings at home. On the appointed night Buddy and I found ourselves stumbling through the thick, reed-like grass in front of the house. As we neared, its shutters were gently swinging to and fro in the light wind as if they were trying to tell us to leave the old house undisturbed. The moon suddenly gave a last gasp of light and then disappeared behind a black cloud. Except for our tiny flash- light we were in utter darkness. VVe finally Worked up enough courage to enter in spite of all the forbidding signs. The place certainly was dark: I wished it had electricity. We must have been a funny looking pair-Buddy, with his skeleton costume and I with a washboard under one arm and chains, whistles, and a box of lunch under the other. As soon as we got into the house, I laid 1ny one man band in the corner and then proceeded to explore so that we would not get lost during our haunting. A ghost must know his way about the house he haunts. There were numerous rooms leading off from a long dark hall. It was th-e best house I have ever haunted. Half an hour later we heard footsteps making their way through the grass in front of the house. VVe were straining at the leash, but we had orders not to begin until our visitor had been inside for about f1fteen minutes. ' Then we could give him the works. During this time Buddy had to stand in the corner with a coat on so that his bones would not show. At Buddy's signal we started our show. Upstairs and down, from one room to another we pursued our visitor. We finally left him at the foot of the stairs. VVe ducked into a room down the hall. All of a sudden Buddy nudged me and said: I don't remember this room. I don't either, I said. We canlt get out! he exclaimed. We came in through the only door. He'll catch us suref, Look, I whispered, there is a small door over there. It must be a closet. Quick, get in and when he opens the door, jump out and scare the daylights out of him. Maybe we can escape while he is recovering. NVe both got into the closet and quietly shut the door. Then we heard a deep voice say: 50 That's funny, I know I saw something come in here. Then we heard footsteps come over to our door. We tensed, ready to spring as soon as it opened. Suddenly it opened and at the same time we bounded out. But instead of finding a young college boy, we found--a very large and very mad state trooper! If we thought when we were in the closet that we were going to run fast, we ran twice as fast when we got out. VVe hied ourselves out to the car behind the house and set out for points west. I never did Find out what happened to the state trooper, but I did find out that all our work was for nothing-Albert never showed up. CHARLES TERRY, Ninth Grade THE SAD FATE OF A CUCKOO CLOCK Oh, but I am a beautiful clock. I was made of the Hnest wood that money could buy. And the intricate patterns that are on my corners are really most extraordinary. I cost a pretty penny. You see I am a wonderful clock. How envious you would be if you could see my home at Ruediggitt Hall. You know of course that Mr. Ruediggitt was the son of Lady Corncarin of London, whose mother was Duchess Gimahaven of Paris, whose sister Eliza was married to the son-in-law of Louis XV. The Ruediggitts are the cream of fashion and society. My home is simply beautiful. At least this room is. On the wall right across the room is a gilded full length mirror. QI guess that is why I am so conceited, for I have nothing to do all day but sit here, tick, and admire myself in the mirror. But really, you will have to admit I have a lot to be eonceited about.j The drapes on the windows are the most beautiful shade of purple. And the thick cream carpet is soft and luxurious. But to my mind neither the polished furniture nor the shocking picture is half so wonderful as the beautiful shining silver. You see what I mean-such exquisite taste. Oh dear, my mind has wandered. Let us get back to even a pleasanter subject. I will tell you a little more about myself. There is only one thing that disturbs my pleasant life. It is the dog, Chester Corncarin III. He is the bane of my life. I am afraid that I shall grow rusty before my time. When it is time to strike the hours and my little Betsy Cthat is what I call the cuckoo birdj comes out, Chester tries to catch her. Each time he jumps, he comes nearer, and if he should catch Betsy, I shudder to think what would happen to me. I should not be beautiful any more. Then I should be sold and I might even decorate a junk shop. And that would never do for a wonderful clock like me. I am a wise clock for my years, too. I know all about love and romance and those things. You see Miss Cynthia entertained her young gentlemen friends in here, and oh, what wen-t on! Why, this is the very room that-um-m-m what-is-his-name proposed in. Naturally none of the gentlemen could resist Miss Cynthia, she being a Ruediggitt and everything. Her honey colored hair, her velvet blue eyes and her divine waltzing made her a strong magnet. And what lashes! You can be sure that she could Hap them beautifully for all her seventeen years. But when she gave them the coquettish side look, the gentlemen all practically melted. That is, all except Master Richard's friend. His name seems to have slipped my mind. He was the object of her affections, but, alas, he thought of her only as the pigtailed Sinny instead of Miss Cynthia, the lady. None of her charms could lure him. I just can not seem to think'0f his name. Oh well-no matter. Now if I had been she, I should have gone about it in an entirely different way. But Csighj who would listen to a poor lil' cuckoo clock like me? Tch-tch, the futility of it all! Wfell, anyway, Master Richard had invited several of his friends here for the afternoon. He did not realize that Miss Cynthia had flowered and was now after her flame. Throwing precaution to the sky, she pursued him relentlessly. This time her charms worked. All of 51 his CI think his name began with HS . Gad, this is most distressinglj resistance broke down, and he wished ardently that he had noticed this gorgeous creature before. I could tell by his look. Oh, to have been Cynthia at that moment! Therefore he decided to lose no more time. Now you know where I learned about love and romance, for the two shining examples right under my nose could not easily be ignored. Humph, as if I would want to ignore them! I can remember the day he proposed. That was the day-well, you can guess the rest. Yes, they are living happily to this very day. CSigh.j Nothing ever happens to me. There are no more exciting times in here. I just stay on my perch ticking indefinitely on and on year after year. If only-if only--Oh, Oh! Chester is attacking my Betsy. Help! And he has caught her, too. I am a goner, I am a ruined clock. Farewell, beautiful life. Farewell, Ruediggitt Hall. fSniff.l Epilogue: I have remembered now. The name of the gentleman in question is jimmy Smith. MARTHA NVOLFE, Ninth Grade FRIEND OR FOE? There was an unnatural twittering among the birds by the old oak. The bluebird noticed it and went over to investigate. She heard bits of conversation like this, Well I never-It certainly is wonderful-Isn't he marvelous?-I'm not afraid at all-. All this, plus her curious nature, urged her to hop down onto the ground and find out what was going on. She could not see from where she was, and so she flew down to a lower branch. There she saw a man. He was surrounded by all sorts of forest animals. On his lap were a flock of sparrows, on his shoulder a raccoon, on top of his head perched a saucy little squirrel, and all around were deer, foxes, birds, rabbits, tiny brown mice, weasels, ferrets, and squirrels, and none sought to eat or molest its enemy. In the background stood a huge, kingly stag with a tremendous spread of antlers. He was stroking and talking softly to them. They came to him, unafraid. There was even a big mother grizzly bear with her two cubs, rocking back and forth under his soft caress. The bluebird suddenly found all fear of him leaving her, and when he looked up at her and held out his hand, she found herself flying down to him. She landed on his hand, but just as she settled, he got up and walked away. The animals followed him and presently he sat down again, this time in a covered nook surrounded by trees. The animals hopped up on him again and all was well. He took the raccoon that was on his shoulder and seemed to know him very well, and stroked it softly, calling it by name. Suddenly there was noise! The man ducked just before a large bang rang out through the calm air. The raccoon crumbled and lay limp in the man's hand. He stared at the pitiful little figure in dumb grief, then bent his head and sobbed like a child. A voice rang out clearly, Do you give up, Killer, or shall we have to use force ? The man said without tone, All right-sure, what's there to fight for? Four men came into the clearing. All the animals had disappeared at the shot, but the bluebird came back to a fairly low branch, so she could see. She saw the men snap some queer black things on her friend's wrists and say, I guess it's life for you now, Killer. You shouldn't try to break from prison. Then as two of the men led her friend away, she heard that same man say to another, That man killed seven people and was convicted of cruelty to his wife and did you ever see anyone so broken up? And over one little raccoon. He sure is a queer guy. MARY SHERMAN VVALBRIDGE, Seventh Grade ' 52 -.. -.....-....,, PQ f-Q 'M' , 4 , ww 4,4 - , K ' w' X AW'-v44'2 W ,J tr!- -x R A '- .. 5 ' H 1 ' 'V' UEHQE COMING The ?LAr'5 THI YIUNG I ,. g V' L 4 . A ,,. . x,im-M . vt, NN ,MA -ff M .. --A ,. 'll' .. P , .. nf . - r .-sz., -M, ,-J. 1 -.,,., Q ,,,, V7 A k .vang -'j av v.m..N uv, - lv! 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To see the city more thoroughly, we shall visit an inhabitant of the town and let him show us around. His house is very queer. having weird designs in it, but it is oddly symmetrical. Large archways, large windows, great expanses of glass brick, all make his home wonderfully light. Large plants, that look like coral, attain every color of the rainbow and are always changing. The streets are built in two, four, or eight levelsg therefore. his home has front doors on both the first and second floors. Our friend wears brightly colored garments of blue, orange, white, and red, and on his head rests a shining metal helmet. VVe get into his auto, a silver plastic, tear drop vehicle, powered by a cosmoter, a motor that harnesses the mysterious cosmic ray for power. VVe whisk smoothly down the road on the lower level. As we look up to the upper level, we see that it is made of an opaque composition. which can let through the sunlight. We might have come by rocket-plane, as people in 2000 A. D. own rocket- planes as we, today, own automobiles. There is a small hangar on the house-top and the plane lands in a vertical course, therefore requiring no landing field. The planes are not unlike the autos, but they have four fins at the tail, two horizontal tails, and two vertical ones. The plane, like the car, has a large window in the front and the controls are few. WVe decide we want some music, so we borrow our friend's helmet and listen to some queer radio music having an oriental rhythm. Static is eliminated and the small device acts also as a telephone so that we can hear from any part of the world. Suddenly a rock comes flying at the window. But to our great surprise, the window does not shatter: it does not even bend. Our driver tells us that this plastic is superior to glass. He tells us that we will find only two landmarks that we knew in 1940. The Art Museum still stands, but we would have a hard time finding it. Four layers of street are piled almost directly at its door, and we can see only the roof from our third level. The other landmark is the Armory, once surrounded by beautiful grounds. It is now inside a large building in a massive room, just as Lincoln's cabin is kept in a large memorial in Hodgenville, Kentucky, in our day. Un the walls of this tremendous room are murals showing life of 1941 and its faults, and how the world has solved all of our problems of unemployment, trafiic, and even war. Upon touring this mighty metropolis, shining in the sun, we decide upon a movie for dessert. The title of this one is From Present to Past and as we enter the building, we are shown into what is apparently a time machine or rocket ship. This is to give the efi'ect of actually living the history of the world from 1950. In 1950 we find the world was in a chaos. Human destruction, the bloody plan of a ruthless maniac, caused it all. It was almost another Dark Age and people forgot about science and learning and lived wherever they could find shelter. Several men, like ancient monks, preserved learning and inventions from the time before the war. The people soon grew to want a higher type of living, and it was at this time that the monks came forth with plans for a beautiful 54 and contented world. People remembered war and it never came again. The standard of living surpassed our own in ten years, and from 1980 to 2000 the world lived in perfect happiness. This makes the perfect ending for a movie. Now our friend is going to take us to the airdrome. VVe find a huge brilliantly lighted dome of silver and blue. Inside we see a large platform, and on it, a long gleaming cylinder standing on end, pointing skyward through an opening in the roof. This, we are told. is a rocket ship, which is ready to be propelled into space. lYe are beckoned into a transparent plastic room, where a score of men are busy with switch boards. VVe watch the rocket for a moment. No one is in the large room. The lights dim. Then a deafening roar, accompanied by a magnificent burst of fire, ushers the metal boat on toward its goal. VVe enter the room just in time to look up through the exit in the roof and see a speck of fire, then-nothing. At the city once again we enter a large building, that in our day might have been a railroad depot. NVe notice that the Floor is sinking and it sinks for a hundred feet or more. The natives seem to think nothing of it. VVhat has happened? Is it an earthquake? No, it is a tubeway station. We finally stop moving a.nd see a dozen or more large steel tubes of about twelve feet in diameter. A door opens in one and a cylindrical car that just fits into the tube stops at the door. This is the train of tomorrow. Nothing on the surface unless it must be, is the saying as cars rush through their tubes and cross the country in a few hours. At last we must leave this beautiful world of strange apparatus and symmetrical design and return home. There is no more to be said. The world of tomorrow has been made perfect and the people have nothing left to ask for. jAMES HENDRICKSON, Eighth Grade TRAVELING PARTNERS The following conversation was heard by a trunk as it stood in a freight car bound for the East. It was held between two laundry-boxes as they met in the train. Oh, hello, said one. You again. Yes, said the other, 'Tm feeling rather fat, too. Last week the boss didn't send anything home. so this week he chucked me full of things and I don't like it muchf' 'fWell, l'll say it is pretty bad when that happens. It makes you feel as if you are about to break in half and then the baggageman bangs you around until you feel as if you couldn't stand it another minute. f'That's true in most cases, but on my return trips, the expressman who picks me up to truck me to the station handles me in a nice friendly way, and I wish they were all like him. Then, too, I'm clean inside and neatly packed and that makes me feel good. Well, you're lucky there. How's your boss getting along in school anyway P Oh, he's all right. He was feeling pretty bad after exam week. He came in mumbling about how awful Latin was going to be and I hear he got eighty in it. How's yours ?', You mean my boss? Oh, he's about the same as yours, more interested in sports than studies. Oh, gosh, here I am at my station. Goodbye, probably see you again next Friday on the way back. Hope you're in better spirits. 1 hope so, too. If they pack me any tighter than this next time, youlll probably see me burst wide open. Goodbye. NANCY BOESCHENSTEIN, Seventh Grade 55 THE FOX AND THE CROW To begin with, this is a fable. It has a moral as all fables have, but this is a revised edition. Once upon a time there lived a fox who prided himself on being a very smart fox. He was smart, too, and he looked it. His coat was very sleek and shiny, and his tail was just one long, glistening, red plume. He was very proud of his tail. He would comb it, rub it down with vaseline, and say to himself, My, but I have a beautiful tail. And he was right, too. One fine spring morning the fox thought that his wits must be getting dull, and so he decided to use them. And as he was very hungry, he decided to get some food with them. So he walked over to a crow and asked him whether he did not think that the fox was pretty. The crow, who had a large, juicy piece of limburger cheese, said, Yes, you are beautiful, but I am more so than you. The fox, not knowing that the crow had a trap laid for him, decided to follow up the hint, and so he said, Yes, I agree with you on your looks, but let me hear you speak. The crow did so, and of course lost the cheese. But just as the fox was about to eat the cheese, the crow showed his F. B. I. badge, and said C'mon buddy, you're goin' with me. The fox pulled out his tommygun, but the G-Man was quicker, and the fox was consequently a habeas corpus in an attempted murder charge. Moral: It is not so easy to fool crows nowadays. JON AYERS, Seventh Grade N -X le. - 5 f ... . , . W MA' , . 0 TJ . , X,-,-. 56 I t JQUWERSCHQGL Sftllllllillg, lmvlc rote, left fu right: l'llL'2llllJl' Hollister, liill .-Xje111ia11, Fritz VVolfe, jim Norcllwff, Sonny Hetz, Paula Seeor, Peter Hoffmzui. Sm1lva'. left fo right: Margaret Kinsey, Gloria Pruclclen, -Margot Bennett. Standing, front rfm', left to Viglztz jim Morris, David M2 Pat Slfllllilllilll, Gill Jarmliiw. John li11el111. 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Sara -Iane Tasker Richarcl 'I'0IIcfson John Vifillizuns john Yaryan Constance Ilaizar Barbara .Innes A I C KIINIDERGARTEN AND NURSERY SCHOOL 61 TUFFY MALONES ADVENTURES Once there lived a little dog who was very unhappy because he would look out the window of the pet shop and see little dogs playing while he was locked in a cage. He would keep saying to himself, '6They have freedom and I don't. Then he thought he would wait three days and if no one bought him, he would make plans to break out. He waited those three days, but no one bought him. His first plan was to break out when the shop keeper brought his food, so that afternoon when the shop keeper came with Tuffy's food, Tuffy jumped out, but he was caught by another keeper of the shop. That time Tuffy failed. A Then he thought and he thought until a very good idea came into his head. The idea was that when the shop keeper cleaned his cage, he would jump out. VV hen the shop keeper came to clean his cage, he bounced right out. just then a customer came in, and Tuffy saw his chance. 'He went out when the customer came in. Tuffy had never been out on the street before in his whole life. The noise of the trucks frightened him and he did not know which way to turn. This was not half as much fun as he had expected it would be, but he kept on running until he came to a river. He stopped suddenly. There were large pieces of ice floating by, but Tuffy did not want to float down the river, so he stood still and just looked. All at once he heard excited barking. Tuffy pricked up his ears. The barking was coming closer, and there, about ten feet from shore, was a large piece of ice Floating by, and on the middle of the piece of ice stood a very small black dog. Tuffy did not take long to decide what to do. He jumped from one piece of ice to another until he reached the little dog. He grabbed him by the back of the neck and started for the shore. It was hard going, but finally Tuffy made it. The little black dog seemed grateful and trotted along with Tuffy. They had many exciting adventures together. Then one day a little boy stopped on his way home from school and played with Tuffy and his friend, the little black dog. They liked the boy so well that they followed him home. He asked his mother's permission to keep the two dogs, and she said that he might, provided he took care of them himself, so he built them a nice kennel. The little boy called the little black dog Blacky. Then Tuffy, Blacky, and the little boy were all very happy. CHARLES McKELVY, Fifth Grade THE THREE TURKEYS Cobble was a very thin and gloomy turkey. Gobble Gobble was a middle sized turkey. He was sometimes gloomy and sometimes glad. Gobble Gobble Gobble was a very fat and happy turkey. One day Gobble said to the other turkeys, 'KI am going to the other side of the mountain to get fat because there is a lot of green grass theref' Both of the turkeys said at once, VVe are going with youf' 'f0kay, replied Gobble. So the next morning the three turkeys set off for the other side of the mountain. On the way they met an old lady with a crooked cane. She said in a squeaky voice to the first turkey, 'fl am going to eat you up for my Thanksgiving dinnerf, Uh, please do not eat me! There is a much fatter turkey right behind me, cried Gobble. So the old lady let him pass. Pretty soon the second turkey came along. The old lady said, I am going to eat you up. 62 Oh, do not eat me up! There is a much much fatter turkey than I, cried Cobble Cobble. So the lady let him go. Then the third turkey came along. The lady said, l like you. I am going to eat you. I would advise you not to eat me. There is a much much much fatter turkey behind me, replied Cobble Cobble Cobble. So the old lady let him pass. The three went on their way, while the old lady waited for the next turkey to come, but the turkey did not come. At last she went to get all three turkeys. She went over the mountain into the field to find the turkeys. liut while the lady was going to find the turkeys, the turkeys were going back home. The old lady got lost and never came home. ANNETTE LEVIS, Fourth Crade A BATCH OF NEWFOUNDLAND l'Lfl'S One April day a squeaky noise was heard from the direction of the cellar. It seemed that Lumpy was having puppies. The pups were all males except one and Lumps sat on it. Even then the boys had to be put in the oven to live. VVhen they were born, they weighed about four ounces each. As the pups grew older, they began to show different characteristics. Boots was black with white forepaws and a white spot on his chest. He was also the largest of the lot. Nigger was all black and was the bully. Shorty was the runt and was black. One morning Nigger ventured a little too near the end of the dock and found that the water was quite cold and rough. He managed to stay above the water, but Skipper, his father, was not satisfied and jumped in after his son. Skip brought his son to safety, and made it understood that this should not happen again. Shorty also had his troubles. For instance, when he chased a rabbit into a lilac bush, he found that he was not the only living thing in that bush. At the house was heard a loud yelp, and across the lawn came Shorty being followed by a swarm of bees. He learned his lesson. too. Boots always had his nose into something or other. Une day Iloots went with his father while his master milked the cow. Now Roots had never seen a cow before, so he barked at it, and Molly, the cow, did not like this. She lowered her head and gave Boots a push with her nose which Boots did not like. He found his nose could not go into everything and get away with it. At the end of the summer lloots weighed one hundred and ten pounds, Nigger, one hundred' and five pounds, and Shorty, ninety-flve pounds. As three hundred and ten pounds of pups plus the mother and father was like having a herd of cattle around the house, we had to get rid of the young ones. The day before they left, they took a last swim around a rock one hundred yards out from the shore, and the next day they were given away to friends. Any puppies are missed when they leave, but three hundred and ten pounds of pups make a deep dent in any household. . MARGARET KINSEY, Sixth Crade S f if.- 63 BOZO, THE RED CROSS DOG One day a man at the Red Cross station received a communication that there were many men dying on the field south of a certain city. Bozo, the wonder dog of the Red Cross, was sent to them with water and food and bandages. There were some nurses and doctors there, but they did not have any surgical or other supplies. Bozo was the only dog that could get through. He was loaded with supplies like a pack horse. Heavy burlap filled with sawdust protected the dog and the supplies. A command from his master sent him at a ground-eating wolf trot towards the battlefleld. Through the deadly whistling shrapnel and bullets ran the dog. South, always south! Another burst of speed and he was nearer. A bullet pierced the burlap but stopped as it reached the sawdust. VVith such a heavy load it was a wonder the dog could run so fast, but weary and tired he crept into the tunnel hewn in rock that served as a hospital. Some crude windows were cut in the sides. Under them there were men lying on the ground. No food, no water, no surgical supplies. no cots! Everything had a look of despair until that brave dog crept in, not wounded, but tired-dead tired. Three hours later there was a change. There were cots, food, bandages, water, surgical supplies! Many men were on the road to recovery, and on a mat under one of the sunniest windows lay a dog fast asleep. GLORIA PRUDDEN, Sixth Gracie AN EXCITING ADVENTURE The day had started just right. By that I mean that the roses were a reddish pink, and the buttercups were as yellow as a ripe grapefruit. Lightwings, the butterfly, was telling Heavyfoot, the ant, how he could fly as high as the clouds and sit on one. Now of course he knew he couldn't, but he thought he would try it anyway. Lightwings had told Heavyfoot that he would go straight up without stopping or anything. He wanted Heavyfoot to know that he could do it. He smoothed out his wings, which were a beautiful yellow color, with his tongue. Then all of a sudden he swooped up into the air and was off. When he got up pretty far, he was awfully tired and decided to sit down on a sunbeam. He sat there a couple of minutes, when he felt something give way underneath him. All of a sudden he felt himself falling down, down, down. Heavyfoot, who was on a leaf, saw him coming. just then she had an idea. She nibbled the stem of the leaf right off. Then she pushed the leaf right under the place where Lightwings was coming down. Lightwings fell right on the leaf and didn't hurt himself at all. He confessed to Heavyfoot that he knew he couldn't have flown to the clouds and that he was just trying to get some praise. Heavyfoot told him that she hadn't believed him anyway, and she would probably have done the same thing herself. The next day they had a picnic and forgot all about it. JO ANN JOHNSON, Fourth Grade THE TALL TREE It was a dreary day. The wind was howling in the trees. One tall tree was bare. It was waving and bending in the wind. The sound was a whistle and a hum. HARRIET HOLLISTER, Fourth Grade 64 JUCICS TRII' TO HIEAYEN As jock. the squirrel, was rustling around in the grass, he was thinking of a bird he had seen in the air the other day. Ile thought that if he was up in the air, he would look prettier than he was now. So he went over to his mother, and told her that he wanted wings. His mother thought that he was crazy and fainted. After a week, his mother died and went to heaven. -lock was very lonely because his mother had gone away for good. He had only his father left in the world, and even he was gone on business all the time. llut .lock had to get along without them. Finally he could not get along without them any more, so he started to cry. Then he thought of his wings again, and wished that he had some. Soon he forgot about his mother and father. Ile went home and prayed that he would get wings in a week. .-X week went by. and he still didn't have any wings, so he started to cry again. He cried until his eyes were swollen shut. God felt sorry for him and had a dog catch him and pull his skin out until he had wings, Ile was so glad to be able to Hy that he dew up to the sky, and kissed God and his mother, and stayed for tea. After he had talked with them, it was time to go back to earth. He said goodby to his mother and to God, and thanked him for the wings and went away. FR.-XNKIIC RATSCH, liourth Grade HOW THE RABBIT GOT HIS PINK EARS There was a little rabbit. H-e was a chubby little rabbit. One day something happened to him. Ile walked down to the lake and sat down. VVhile he was sitting, there was another little rabbit that came, too. I-Ie pushed him into the lake. But Chubby Rabbit could not swim, so the other little rabbit jumped in and saved him. He was not pulled out the right way. He was pulled out by his tail. The blood ran to his head, so that is the way the rabbit got his pink ears. LYNNIE MORRIS, Third Grade THIS SIIUOTING STAR Ilow fast is a shooting star's Hight! I wish I were one. I'd love to shoot through the skies at night, And shimmer, and glimmer and shine. I'd like to go sailing over the seas, And watch the waves caper and run. I'm sure the sea fairies would stare at me, And wish they were one. JOAN RICHARDS, Fourth Grade , . 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'sv - an -wma -...V-'. ,. , . . . ,W-, V ' 3 .,,:-'-'- !'.fif' ' - 'Y 4.-ff 1 THE OLD PLATE VVay back in an old china cupboard, there was an old plate. It was a dusty old plate, and nobody ever used it. He used to sit there every day and wish some one would use him. One day there was a big rush in the house, and he heard that they were going to have a party. VV'hen at last they did, the children went to the playroom in which this china cupboard happened to be. I.etys have a tea partyf' said jane. the oldest. But where are the dishes ? said Betty. I.et's look in the china cupboard. Maybe Mother left just one, replied jane. Oh, I hope they find mef' said the old plate anxiously with a little wiggle Just to be used once will pep me up a bit. si 4. Oh, I found onelu shouted Betty. f'Did you? said Jane. Oh, goody! Now we can give a tea party. Oh, what a pretty plate! cried Jane. They got the plate out and set it on the table. Then jane went to her cupboard and got out her paint set. It will look prettier if we paint it up a bit, she said. 'fYou get out your crayons and make a design that you think will be pretty for me to paintf, After he was painted up, he was very gorgeous and very happy. Oh, said Jane, now we won't have to use Mother's good plates any more. Wie can use this one always. The old plate wasn't lonely any more because the children had a tea party almost every day. IACQUELINE JONES, Third Grade SQUAVVKY, T'HE PENGUIN Squawky was a baby penguin. Squawky was sliding on the ice. All of a sudden he slid right into the water. Squawky didn't know how to swim. So he splashed and he called, Mama . At last his mother came. She pulled and she pulled. At last Squawky came out with a pop. Squawky's mother went falling backwards. She slid about one mile. Squawky went zooming after. The funny thing was they landed in their own home. They lived happily ever after. TOMMY BOESCHENSTEIN, Fourth Grade MY LITTLE DOGGIE I've lost my little doggie. VVherever could he be? He might be in, He might be out, He might be anywhere about. He came as soon as he could hear me. He came and said Bow-wow, And that means he is coming soon, In fact he's with me now. LELA MARTIN-TOMSON, First Grade 68 BARBARA AND THE FAIRY Once there was a little girl named Barbara. She was a very good little girl. She wanted to see a fairy and so one night she did see a fairy. It was in the middle of the night when everyone else was asleep. The fairy Hew into the window, very softly of course, for she had wings, and how could wings make any noise? The fairy said to Barbara, XVould you like to go to fairyland? Yes, said Barbara, I would love to, but tell me, where is fairyland? f'On the biggest planet, replied the fairy. But how shall we get there ? asked Barbara. Oh, on fairy horses, a horse with wings, Barbara. XVhich horse would you like best, a black one, a brown one, or a white one? VVhat are their names ? asked Barbara. Well, the black one's name is Inky. The brown one's name is Brownie, and the white one's name is W'hite Cap. VVhat shall I wear? asked Barbara. lVell, said the fairy taking a ragged bathrobe and touching it with her wand, though first searching for the right wand head in her box. fShe had a box full of wand heads and she found the one which said-Beautiful Robes. Of course, she did not take another one because each one had a separate thing which it would do.H At last she found the one and when she touched the robe with the wand, it became a beautiful robe with a zipper up the front. Then Barbara went up to fairyland and had a lovely time for the rest of her life. ELLEN XVALDRON, First Grade BETTY ANN'S SNOVVMAN Once upon a time there was a little girl. lIer name was Betty Ann. She lived with her mother and father. A lot of children liked her because she was so friendly with them. She liked them, too. They played together with her toys. They had fun when they went over to her house. She would always get out her toys and they would have a good time together. One day when it was snowing, they made snowmen. They put eyes and noses and mouths in the snowmen with pieces of coal. Betty Ann's snowman looked as if he were happy. The other snowmen did, too. One of the children wanted her snowman to be the saddest one. She took pieces of coal and patted them into the snowman's face. He was crying. He wanted one of the other snowmen to look sad, too. One of the little girls who had not started her snowman before made a sad one. Then both of the snowmen that had been happy were sad. DOROTHY BADEN, First Grade THE BROVVNIE Early in the morning nr Before the sun was up I saw a little Brownie lk . ..'i? ' ' Creep up upon the step. 3' f Jw 1 I watched lnm for , UN 4, Two minutes and a half. ..f : 5 15 Never, never in my life . ' , . U 5, ,, ,,, Have I seen such a funny sight as that. JILL FORD, Second Grade 69 THE CUXVS GOT OUT One day Daddy came home from work. He came in and our cook said, Lunch is servedf, Then Melvin, the farmer, called up and said, The cows are out. Vife finished our lunch and then Daddy and I went down to the farm. We said. Goodbye, Mother, and we went to find the cows. We drove back into the woods. Then we got out of the car and started to walk around in the woods. I got lost and Melvin said, f'Boof' XVe walked and walked through the woods. Vile walked all around the golf course, too. XVe went back into the woods there, and we all walked over the same place. I was stung by some hornets. It hurt. NVe kept on looking, but I was in the car. Daddy and Melvin started to look all over. They found two or three cows. They took those back to the barn and went into the woods again. VVe walked around again. XVe found a few more cows in the woods. We took those back, too. Then all the cows were found and we went home. VVe were glad to find all the cows. TOM DeVII,BISS, First Grade THE LITTLE ROY AND GIRL Once upon a time there were a little boy and girl. They were going on a picnic. They packed their lunch and they started off to the woods. On the way they saw a bear. It growled at the little boy and girl. The little boy and girl ran down the hill. There was a little river. There was a boat in the river. They jumped into the boat and rowed the boat away. They went to a little island and then they ate their lunch. They rowed back home, but they did not see the bear any more. Mother was happy to see them back again. They told Mother all that they saw. STEPHEN STRANAIIAN, First Grade l . if ,' 1 , U ' - fw fr. ,. ' . .1 my Z!! we, .1 - f ff 970' ' l- f X? f . -. , 2: 1 -, iv W. , , in if , X Q., M ,ff ,:', I ff, r If ' . 1 Vf 'V 70 GRADUATION EXERCISES J U N E FI F T H 19 4 1 PIU N IRAXM I'rwccssicmz1I .,...Y lflgaz' Xnvil Chorus ,..,., .,.... I 'Cl'r1'1' Xclrlrcss ....... ....V........ frznllc Song ',....,,,........,Y..... UU-5'f77'f Un Wings of Song. i1lv1ldc'l.r.ml111 Vrcscntzitimi uf Uiplulllzw ........,... ..........XYillis Stork, Prz'11r1'jval .'XH1Cl'iCZl, the llczinlifnl ....A, Hvllflf Iicncclictiwn ..,,.., A.... ,.,.......,..... ...,,. mr,-,,,,,,lQcx'. Malcolln R. XYarfl lnniur lvSilCI'S ,,,,,,w, Lunisc lfrzince Mary liorclun llzlsczxll GRADUATION WEEK PROGRAM 'l'm-srlay, .Inna 3 3:UOp.n1. Pct Slum' 5:O0p.n1. i'i2lii'ICI'S' and Suns' llnscbull lizunc. l1:UOp.n1. Picnic. XX'crl11cs1lz1v..ln11c 4 ll :OU :1.n1. lfinzil Xsscnilmly with Xlhlctic ,'Xwzircls. 12:30 lun. lfzircwcll Ltilicllcmi -Senior F-ing'-mJi1t. 'l'I11i1'srl:15',.I1i11c Z . . , 12:30 p,1n. Mr. Zwtnrlq s lircuk- fast for thc Seniors. n:UOp.n1. K mn1ncm'c1nc1n lax- vrviscs in the Q izirflcn. la- A I .A TUX' f7l'1'flfl'1.'. IQAH Cfr'ud11ulill4Q C'lf1x.v, lvff In riglzf: Nlnrciai Ilmlfl, Anita Iluskcll. l':1tr1cl:1 5llCiillL'j', llumtliy fiillcttc, l':iiZ1lilCIIl i'1l'1lllL'0. juan liipv, Ann jznnicson. .U1'f1'11'li' firtiilv, lyfn l'i'f .S'l1n':v: Nliiruizi Ilmlil :incl Scott IIJIXLW. 1.l1'IU1'I'fYl1'fIH'A', low Put ,S'l1ir:v: Klinii Rurick, joan iiipc, juiu- Kinsvy, zinfl prize-winning guilt. 71 7 7 7 8 8 8 8 9 10 11 ll 11 11 12 1 1 2 3 3 :25 :3O 35 55 15 22 23 30 '00 :OO .OO 205 '25 :30 :30 :OO .OO :OO :45 4 :OO 4:30 4 5 6 6 7 :45 :45 :OO :30 :30 7:40 8 8: :OO 30 8:40 9 9 :OO 130 10:05 10:30 BLUE MONDAY Ting-a-ling-a-ling. Not Monday already! Again wrapped in dreams of 'Khim . Dad's clammy hand pulls me out to face the dark dawn. Doing math squirted with grapefruit juice. ' Trying to find hat, coat, gloves, books, and brains. Falling into bus with a cheery, Good morning, only to be answered by, What's good about it Pl' l'hyllis's smooth date and Betty Dee's houseparty add distraction to my English theme. Oust a freshman from overstuffed library chair and with history book in lap, fall asleep. Wislairig I'd done my French. Promise faithfully to attend next basketball game and cheer the boys on. Free at last and the usual calory-adding trip to the kitchen. VVishing I hadn't had quite so many chocolate grahams. Accounting for the rough, unfinished theme to Miss P. and trying to stuff gum in my uppers. Struggling with circles and triangles, while my empty stomach growls protest. Doing well today by bumping into only one kindergartner and spilling only one helping of gravy in Mr. jfs lap. Dash madly around circle hoping to run off that extra piece of gooey chocolate cake. Come to blows with Miss B. over my foul co-op percentile. Excused from sports because of usual week-end cold. Swish! Here comes my locker in the four o'clock rush while I innocently beg for a ride home. Sulking on the bus. Standing on porch indulging in lime coke and chocolate cookies, I wait for the paper boy. Thrilled at Superman but start thinking about beginning to commence my homework. Tossing a mean ball down the gutter worrying about my promise to Mother of 5:30. Still worrying. Tear in proudly displaying my newly won bowling pin. XN'ish I'd kept my promise. After an unpleasant meal of the same spinach and bacon we had for lunch and more scolding, start studying again. Run next door to borrow French vocab list and find the rest of the neighborhood there. Still next door at bull session with vocab opened for doodling. Home again and reading Shakespeare while concentrating on Artie Shaw's new killer. Dash to the phone for the nth time. Amidst the confusion of the new phones, I recognize HIS Hi-ya, Tootsf' Still gabbing while Mother shouts dire warnings. 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N larilyn llcicllcr 79 THE SENIOR CLASS Of Maumee Valley Country Day School Vresents ICM NI Ii'I' LAX RR NY H grief Wugic H ii Il'lzy vazfz' all life be ri 506011171 aff of Rostmzd rviflz the Clt1'fUl.II just about to go 1lf7,fll6llI1!5iC f1lClj'1'1lKQ'I.1l the f71.fV,tl Imsh in the house-afzda fvozuzdizzg in your heart? 'OJ IJ A-Driszle, .-l vt 2 FRIDAY AND SATURDAY Nl arch 28-29, 1941 uv Qu l'rochietion under personal supervision and direction of FRED EMMET Repertoire Little Theatre of Toledo '33 CAST ln order of their appearance. julie L,0'Z'lll-Q'f0ll lLor'eyH .....,,,,rr..... Josephine Wloolley Elisabeth Rainey lD1'1'::lej .,,,,. .,,e.,....,, I Iartha Jay Clifford Alexazider CSfv'ir5'b .....,, ,lf'lllIl.6 James Cfiazrj ...,.r.......Y ......,.Betty Hower ....,,,,Ann Kuniler Samlz Ravezzflifzl fRoscy3 ..Y..,eo e.,,,.. 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S me' g BUY RNA NOUI 'former resi-171 peace' BARR-MN Pfilcas Eqqes- Special ,fog aalfeqeq Smash-. and gfhef- dalxcadcs BFG and ap' mm MOTHQR E6GvER Don? despair ANNA 1 340505 'PU-1' use ou -Feel' 56,1 ANNIE F qouz-I HUM 'Fare' E FAHOUS Au-. sg-AR. 1 Nj LUIHHS T Connsoifwv CAST 'S up Sleeps U mis T STHRS RGBHV! ' A . .,,,gr:e Y llou ufill like Samir lake. 'Mp D mfrffffz :Hors B 'M' PM W E 1 0 .ow P,iCeS,, T .+:3'z:'..,f:,::f.,,.5.51':.r.'i, +r1-L 'T' fea'9Ifmmf! L'J' Wi , 5 Q 'S mkws' Y-BETTY DOLL 'J Qevealsn F' NEED 'ff-e. ' 'How T0 ear a an W2 f,3.fEiEg2 3 sm-rice with a wink MA HANKY 5:-1.2. BAN ELLEN FINANCING co, Q,.,,,,e,,.,, 1 50 mm., CW PET PEEVE FAMILIAR OUOTATION AILMENT Work? in history I know but ..,,,,.,,,.,,,,,,,,, Wings Sloppiness Oh heavens! Tennis racket Algebra word problems Hi chum! Orson Wells Knee length stockings and short skirts Baby Packard Her height Oh Peter! Fanny ' Moods and love Heis a simple tool! P'burg Flat tires Fattie Ten year old dress Having Willys not start Oh murder! Knee cast People thinking her younger than she is Oh I'm so worried! Long intervals between letters People who chew pop corn at sad movies Hello tootsies ! French corrections Her family Oh guess what! Horse laugh Sauerkraut Oh cow! Two way stretch History Oh gad! Waldy Catty people God bless it! Young's S's in history My word! Qix lessons from MVCDS Nosey people Pardon me for living. Dancing school Bus ride Oh Miss Parsons- Forgetting People who borrow her comb I don't know Dark nail polish People who try to put her on diets Sco-t-t-ty Spelling Car clutch Have you seen Frances? Putting things off Tattle-tales Crudlet Twisting her hair Changing schools Oh, listen! Always in a hurry Curly hair Oh, he won't write Too many A's Her waistline f29 5 And I don't mean darn No horse Wait a minute Don't let it jar you Hair Home work VVhere is everyone? Too many older sisters Math, Wait a second Loving to weep Lunch pail Foo-rats That Howdie's just too good People who try to run her life But we had a good time though Definitely dogs Latin Yours Too much homework Teasing Gad! Sanscrit Non-subscribers Subscribe! Too many books That the bus stops too early I'm so dumb! Eating French Lisson Kiddies Being a pledge Hard ice cream But Mama- Borrowing combs For key see page 102. 94 FAMOUS FOR XVHAT THINKS ABOUT MOST AMBITION Monday's absences The art of jazz To be an aviatrix Vivacity and versatility To lose ten pounds To be another Rembrandt Week-ends Detroit To get thin A Appendicitis Horses To be another Grace Moore Her rum nose St. Louis To live and love Her vic Does she? Not have to meet the Cmalej man half way. Getting off the subject Soxy Marry and have big family Giszgling Her colt Lots of blue ribbons Singing lessons Lakeville Belle of the ball Her piano playing Toe Go to business school and marry the boss Her good nature News from Brooks To own a Pekinese kennel Energy Fat little robins Marry rich Westerner,own cattle and oil well Winking She doesn't Research Troubles at home Certain Mr ........ To uass C. B.'s Speedy gab Being late To be a doctor Patsy doll ringlets French grades To graduate Running after bus Making ends meet To be a rainbow painter Complexion Connecticut Go around the world on a tramp steamer The rumba Scott High To be air stewardess Georgia and Stafford Gratiot Know the King and Queen of England Being practical Camp Girl on end of chorus line Gift of gab A certain guy at Western Reserve To get above 50 in spelling Sailing The boys To have three on a string Skating jan To be a second Sonja Henie Bear grease Getting a pledge To get a crew cut Menagerie Buck To have a pet farm Her sneeze Gone With the Wind To write a novel Bangs People at the Ice House To be able to eat anything lrish brogue U. S. Mail fboth kindsj To get her man Eating What people think of her To have her giggle turn into a laugh Gad-Gad, etc. Playing basketball To grow up Vocabulary Marilyn Expert bar-tender Midwinter burn Her size Buyer of junior sports clothes Solemn face-witty jokes Sue Cutie Stone School teacher Calling Libbey VVriting French five times To get to school on time for a whole week 95 'I-he editors wish to thank the advertisers for their gene- rosity in making possible the publication of ..... 'THE WEATHER VANE 96 COMPLIMENTS OF AN OLD POLO PONY MAin 6231 Member Florist Telegraph Delivery MARY A. WARNING FLOWERS 1217-1219 Broadway JAMES BQ WH'LFc?R,D May we take this opportunity 564-566 Spitzer Building All Forms of Insurance to thank the and Students of Maumee Valley Automobile Financing for their patronage? Phone MAin 9591 WILLIAMS GRILL, 335 St. Clair St V ff, 77 qyff,-fff,f,f,, ,fff,f, fvf ,, 1 --,: 1' -tI,I',. e,,'r': 1 -V'f -'--,I- ' '- 5 I I I Q - A -f-- I I I V ,, t.,', rftt , I I I A W f Q2 S- ' X A, ' f wp., Wy y I I' F' rf, cl IOOM T0 SPARE . . . Generous head room, leg room and seat room per- mit six people to relax and ride in comfort. Wide doors, new tubular frame seats with deep soft cushions. 7 F' f Q s tiff YE UNIT-WELDED STEEL BODY . . . This all- stecl body provides maximum safety. 26rubber mountings insulate passengers from road shock. A visit to your nearestWillys AMERICARdealerwillconvince you that it is no longer neces- sary to pay a price penalty for pride in a superior possession. Willys-Overland Motors, Inc., Toledo C750 WW A0 giefomla Q gllylf f0I'f40 97 The Majority of Schramm Customers Confidently Call ADams 2191 for Kanji, I 'SIZIIRAMMBRUTHEITST-'T :sos-:als cuznnv sr. TUlEDO'0HIf' Schramm's: Toledo's Top-Flight Authorized F. T. D. Shop I Compliments of NIRS. C. B. WOOLLEY Compliments of Hazel Young Beauty Salon Nlaumee, Ohio Perrysburg, Ohio Phone i'3425S1 TREUHAFT BROS. Carpets, Linoleums, Draperies, Curtains, Upholstering LAWndale 2188 1014 Sylvania Ave. Phone 'k4-4211 THE RUPP 8: BOWMAN CO. 315-319 SUPERIOR STREET SCIENTIFIC DEPARTNIENT Chemicals and Apparatus Instruments of Precision Microscopes and Balances Supplies for School and Industrial Laboratories 98 COMPLIMENTS OF THE MATHER SPRING CO Toledo, Ohio Compliments of A SL P FOUD STORES Compliments of CLASS OF '42 100 ir Built-in wall mirrors of Libbey- Owens- Ford Polished Plate Glass make rooms seem larger-add beauty and utility to any room. 00 INTO THIS D0llAR-A-DAY Design for Happiness Home! . . . a new kind of home for better living! Extra daylight streams through wider window areas to brighten every corner of these modern lbw-cost homes Designed for Happiness-with glass. Large mirrors of polished plate glass make rooms seem large and spacious. Vitrolite, the easy-to-clean wall glass, brings gay color and charm to bathroom and kitchen. These and many other modern L- O-F glass features make Design for Happiness Homes bright-gay-cheerful and more livable. To safeguard your home investment, every Design for Happiness home has good archi- tecture, quality materials, sound construction, and the approval of Uncle Sam's housing experts in the Federal Housing Administration. You can own such a home for a surprisingly small down payment. Then as little as a dollar-a-day pays the balancethrough the popularF.H.A. plan. i' LIBBEY ' OWI-INS ' I-'ORD GLASS CDMPANY 101 A disappearing dressing table and mirror, attached to the back of a closet door. Saves space-adds convenience. homes more duce heating costs up to Color and cheer are added to bathrooms by Vitrolite wall glass. It cleans with the wipe of a damp cloth. x KEY TO ll.-XGICS 'J-1. 95. 1. Jo VV. 13. Ellen E. 25. Chuck T. 2. Grace R, 14. Marty J, 26. Lucy L, 3. Ann K, 15. Kate 13. 27. Martha VV. 4. Ruth HA 16. Georgia VV. 28. Luette G. 5. Gortlie H. 17. Alice R. 29. Barbara S. lm Gerrie T, 15. Dottie H, 30 Marie Louise de C. 7 Louise lf. 19. Phyllis G. 31. Tony NV. 9. Marian G. 20. Marie G, 32, Ford B. 9. Boots J. 21. Frances N. 33. Nancy VV. 10. Nanny 13, 22, Kathie K, 34 Sue S. 11. Betty Dee M. 23. Marilyn FS. 35. Colette G. 12. Betty H, 24. Carolyn IXICN. COMPLIMENTS OF GEORGE W. LATHROP eff. SONS. INC. 4-Squa1'g Mgrgan Lumber Woodwork BY PHOTOGRAPHY Financing Arranged For New Building or Remodeling THE KELSEY 84 FREENIAN f ,, TUDl0 LUMBER CO. 2652 SHERBROOKE ROAD Indiana Ave. and Hoag St. TOLEDO MMD 9172 mwndaie zooo OHIO Compliments of A FRIEND Compliments of DADDY Our constant endeavor is to give the Best Floral Service possible. HELEN F. PATTEN, INC. FLORIST 905-7 Madison Ave. Toledo 102 TO MAKE YOUR HOME . . liiherglas lluilcling' lnsulatiun which helps keep your home warmer in winter, cmwler in summer. anfl saves nirmey on fuel hills. 15-mlfl as Rell Top Insulating XYOUI hy l'. S. Gypsum Llnnpany flealersj . , l iherg'las Dust-Stop .Xir lfilters which remove clust, flirt anil pnllen from air circnlaterl hy your forced warm-air furnace. l ilmerglas-insulaterl refrigerators, ranges, water heaters anfl roastcrs which pruvirlc greater values in home appliances. . . . liiherglas llecurative lfahrics which hring' new hcauty ancl utility to mlraperies, curtains, tahlccluths. shower curtains ancl lampsharles. OWENS ' CORNING FIBERGLAS CORPORATION TOLEDO-oi-no iw i l at X 02, bfi? we A L Mi Ng N X lxl ' I I VI 1 X 'X-7.2175 Y 1 If l 7 x x lx :WW I M Xl ld If lx fl '54 ll lf, .rl lx , ALL OF T A COLOR FROM HAT , TO SHOES .... DEB SHOP Mia PM ,L L 1429- JI Compliments of C. A. SPARKS THE HARPER METHOD SHOP Toledo, Ohio HOUCK'S REXALL DRUG STORE Cor. Louisiana and Front Perrysburg, Ohio Compliments of A FRIEND Compliments of Town 84 Country Fashions, Inc. 305 Huron St. Toledo, Ohio Phone MAin 9417 F. G. LEYDORF CO. Wholesale Meats and Provisions Lotus Brand Hams, Bacon 8. Lard 1949 Broadway Toledo, Ohio Phone ADams 8234 Compliments of MOHR ART GALLERIES 915 Madison Avenue l X I X f ff xR?ffZ21qf47? Xa , '-X- ml JJ cunnmnum i brings C00l REI.IEI: . . . at low cost . . . to The most advanced design window-type plug-in air condi- tioner. Ample capac- ity to bring comfort to moderate-size bedrooms and of- fices. Not only pro- vides cooling and humidity reduction but also promotes a the office or home healthful year-around air condition. Brings in clean, filtered air. Exhausts smoke and stale, stuffy inside air. Quiet, smooth- running, hermetically sealed compressor unit Call or phone for demonstration of this superior low-priced air conditioner. MANUFACTURED BY CERTIFIED PRODUCTS COMPANY ADams 7723 .,- TOLEDO, OHIO 105 Compliments of I. S. BROOKS and REXALL DRUG STORE Superior Street Rossford, Ohio Compliments of SCOTTY and CHUCK PHONE KALINOWSKVS MARKET For Good Food GArfield 8696 Compliments of A FRIEND B Compliments of OYD AND HALSTED, INC. General Insurance 312 Michigan Street Toledo, Ohio Compliments of THE HUNTINGTON GIRLS HAUCK'S Juvenile Bootery QUALITY FOOTVVEAR Smart New Spring Patterns For Street or Dress Wear Phone GArHe1d 9771 1856 West Bancroft St. at Upton Ave COMPLIMENTS OF W. W. KNIGHT MR. AND MRS. ERWIN EFFLER Compliments of MARILYN'S KITCHEN WALL MlLLER'S VOGUE Jefferson at Huron Campus Classics for Junior Models 9 to 18 Compliments of A FRIEND Compliments of MAUMEE LUMBER 84 SUPPLY CO. Conant at Clinton Street Phone W3-3111 Maumee, Ohio Compliments ot MARTHA and LYNN Compliments of DAVIDSON BROS. MARKET 109 W. Wayne Street Maumee, Ohio ALWAYS TRUE Compliments and Best Wishes of the L. H. LANCASHIRE Inurance Agency Compliments of J. L. B. BENTLEY Compliments of BETTY Compliments of A FRIEND 107 COMPLIMENTS OF J. E. MARTIN Compliments of INWOOD FLOWERS The most eligible objects in the world are always welcome in the most particular of places. COLONIAL FLOWER SHOP Phone W3-3271 Maumee, Ohio PAUL A. LOESSER Pharmacist THE STORE THAT SATISFIES Toledo, Ohio MAin 9717 Cor. Monroe and Lawrence Compliments of R UTH D. H. BUCKHOUT 303 Richardson Bldg. ARCHITECT 108 COMPLIMENTS OF OWENS-ILLINOIS GLASS CO Toledo, Ohio 09 Real Estate Compliments of THE CARL C. TEIPEL CO. THE CONLON BUS CO. Insurance Compliments of C0111P1imeUtS Of THE MAUMEE VALLEY THE CLASS OF '45 CAMERA CLUB Low in funds but great in spirit. GRANILINO MEATS, INC. Meats of Quality Phone MAin 8269 Lee A. Schneider 502 Tecumseh President At Collingwood COMPLIMENTS OF E LLEN Yes, We Have Fine Baked Goods DIETRlCH'S BAKERY GArIield 1631 908 West Delaware Toledo, Ohio GARTHA V. FULLER Compliments of 353 West Bancroft VV- Decorating Budget Prices Phone ADams 3266 ADams 3267 110 0 T 94 m E 5. :r eu Q. if on NEW 5 I 9-5 21 Madzlson Ave. QM M - nurse EM : E Plzone Main52 Ol 5 BELL GBECKWITH xx ei, AX ' 41 - - , : 'Y Qsmmnvfqlwmnff COMMODORE Toledo's finest atmos- phere for banquets, dances, and school functions. formal or informal. t PERRY'HOTEL Complinients of THE BURDE MARKET W. Bancroft at Old Orchard Forest 3636-3637 Fine Groceries and Meats Fruits and Vegetables 5 Deliveries Daily E. H. ADKINS i 111 For Low Cost Transportation White and Indiana Buses and Horse Cars C. L. HASKIN CO. 2139 Madison Avenue ADamS 1248 COMPLIMENTS OF CLARE HOFFMAN 243 Michigan Street Toledo, Ohio We Fill Your Neighbors' Prescriptions Do We Fill Yours? NEAL'S DRUG STORE 2596 Broadway THE OHIO BEAUTY SHOP Permanent Waving Beauty Service In All Its Branches Phone MAin 2413 Cornelia H. Cisler 509 Ohio Bldg. Compliments of THE CARRANOR HUNT AND POLO CLUB Compliments of PUHL'S HARDWARE Nlaumee, Ohio Compliments of CLOSE MOTOR SALES Pontiac Dealers furniture merchants interior designers furniture manufacturers Bennett's INCORPORATED Madison at Eighteenth paintings etchings lamps objects of art Compliments of THE LOESCH MOTOR CO. Maumee, Ohio KAZMAIER MARKET Allen and Robert Kazmaier Quality and Fancy Groceries Featuring Fresh Frosted Foods Perrysburg, Ohio Phone '54-4532 Compliments of LESLIE E. GERKE Distributor Toledo Times Morning and Sunday Phone .I0rdan 4736 Ask For JERSEY GOLD BREAD JEWELRY OF ASSURED QUALITY BROER-FREEMAN Registered Jeweler American Gem Society Certified Gemologists Jefferson at Erie CHINA GLASS SILVER DIAMONDS WATCHES ART WARES BAGS STATIONERY LEHNER BROS. STANDARD OIL CO. Dixie Highway and Eagle Point Road Gfgcery Compliments of ROGER BROTHERS Rossford, Ohio FOULKE 8. FOULKE 6 East 53rd Street New York DAYTIME AND EVENING GOWNS Sportswear, Lingerie, Negligees and Hats THE ROSEBUD BEAUTY FERDINAND R01-H SHOPPE FINE FURS 1601 Broadway Toledo, Ohio 232 N. Erie Street Compliments of RIVER HILLS FARMS Compliments of West River Road GRACE Perrysburg, Ohio 114 CLASS OF 1941 ESTELLE FLOWER SHOP We Telegraph Flowers BUICK DAVIS MOTOR SALES CO. Monroe at 13th Street Service-Satisfaction 737 W. Central GArfield 3074 Toledo, Ohio If no answer then call GArfield 0443 mavf WRITING PAPERS ARE A SOCIAL NECESSITY We have all the popular makes in white and new delicate shades in the correct sizes. Stamped with monogram or initial, a box of stationery malces an excellent gift. The Franlclin Printing 8s Engraving Co. 226-236 Huron St., Toledo, Ohio 115 Compliments of THE PORT LAWRENCE TITLE AND TRUST CO. 618 Madison Avenue Toledo, Ohio DIETHELM BROS., INC. Prescription Druggists Madison Ave., Cor. 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