North Avenue Presbyterian School - Napsonian Yearbook (Atlanta, GA)

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M- A -be-eff!! A ttxi Faaulzjf Ylelzizguefzqf Report I Miss Askew: For always being at school, line 31.00. Mrs. Moore: 4For asking unreasonable questions, 80.28. Miss Hatcher: For teaching students to prove something out of noth- ing, 80.66. ' Miss Ware: For timidity in chapel, 82.00. 'Miss Floding: For her love of fresh air, 80.0224 Miss Roberts: For teaching girls to cut up goods to sew them together ' again, 80.90. V Miss Rivers: For that soft gloom of her' room, 30.65. Miss Ogden: For extravagant use of red pencil on English exams, 51.33 1-3. Miss Rosa: For not- giving all students something to eat when hungry, 33.00. --EVELYN GILBREATH, '28. 0 .Mui YJ. S. Infeparabley Penelope Brown and the Honor Roll. Miss Askew and her little note-book. Helen Jackson and her powers of conversation. Miss Hatcher and her brown bag. Mary and Nancy. Evelyn Guthman and her pocketbook. Miss Ogden and her pretty frat pin. Lalla and her curls. Louie Sykes and her curiosity. Thelma Firestone and her T. H. S. football. Laura and Ani. Miss Ware and that N. A. P. S, Senior ring. Annie Boyce Fletcher and her chewing gum. Lillian Conine and her sense of humor. Cora Carter and her pencil box. Ann Faulkner and Forgiveness ' Miss Roberts and something to play with. -NETTA RUSSELL, '28. f x 1 M 59 f ,V t ' fry AMX .Ss-be f ' if 7X1 - ,:f FN' 1 ' ' 6 56:2 ., L E ' f s xl it K 1 7 F5 412 f ' .L 2 1 , 12 A ,1: si HK. 1 'N 5' . U1 l? i X, . Q fr .' ...V V 6, Page Sixty-two

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-we me l C. 5 kwin t ev On that woeful day at Naps. The Freshman wears a crimson stocking: She is-indeed it is most shocking! With fear and awe to and fro rocking- Initiation week ,at Naps. This scene before us passes on And in its place another one .... The school is voting-it's such fun- Oh, now the Gold ticket has won- Student Election Day at Naps. The interclass teams come into view And on the court each girl plays true, But the whistle blows, the game is thru'! Soph'mores win the shield at Naps. The mirror darkens, but now we see Scenes of happy revelry: The parties we went to merrily Pirate's Chest, and Perroquet de Paris Those party days at Naps. Now in the mirror all is bright Cecilians have charge of the night Their play we see to our delight- Mama's Affair at Naps. Now we see in suits of white, Playing by their will and might, Our Varsity on the court this night, They play true-it is a noble sight- Our Varsity squad at Naps. Although we win, then lose a game, To us it always is the same, We want to win, but defeat's no shame To our team at Naps. As we look into the mirror clear We see again all the past year, The happy times to us so dear, Now the sweetest night of all the year A We see again at Naps- Girls all clad in purest white They stand before us a happy sight For this is Graduation Night- That night of nights at Naps. In the mirror's glassy face, We, like bold seers, in the space See the year as a happy race: Of even one grief we've lost the trace In those bygone days at Naps. We think of happy times and sigh As we know that now they lie Mem'ries in our hearts, but not to die- Oh, happy days at Naps. -ELIZABETH HOWARD, '29. f -A B. 5 X. ' AI Q55 Y ' ,ff y - gg ,,et e t Q, JV, 'E F X ,- iQ V gy Page Sixty-one

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C- -J SX .1 K 4' T good Tunes at -Nap! VARSITY The team's the thing- They neither dance nor sing- They aim for the goal and the ball drops through. Then there's not a girl who's a Napsite true Who has a heart that's the least bit blue. CLANNAPS Oh, how the toes go tap, tap, tap When the Clannaps play. Oh, how Miss Wikle goes rap, rap, rap When the Clannaps play. Oh, how Miss Askew goes clap, clap, clap When the Clannaps play. CECILIANS Now for the Cecilians I am afraid to write, 'Cause I'm liable not to be just right. The plays they give are never too light But they seem to us just out of sight. PI SIGMA KAPPA The Pi Sigma Kappas Are the highbrows and highhatters. In this hall of fame We all want our name, But alas! Alack! Adieu! The names in this are very few. -MARGARET MORGAN, '30. The Day fehre ydfdflbll CDO WE NEED TO SAY, A PARoDY?7 It was the day before vacation And all through the school I Not a creature had studied 5 the teachers were cool 5 The blackboards were scoured by the janitor with care In hopes that nobody would make a mark there. The bell rang and lo! all the school emptied soon, The girls left laughing, saying, That bell's a boon. - -BETTY PAINTER, '27, A9 5 't Xu 'yy of , f s , 1 - :- 'X X wt. I n , . xi YN Page Sixty-three