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

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A EIPSEUIHUQ Cghoughts of a ,Sewing eibfacltine in Cfilriclay Cgfome EC. Glass Friday at last! My but this week has been a long one. It seems ages since last Friday when all those girls went home and gave my poor legs Fl chance to rest. But just two more periods and it'1l all be over. Here they come now. just listen to that jabber- I bid the table irst, Mildred . . . That's my seat over there by the window, Marjorief, Miss Roberts, I forgot my pattern, whnt'll I do? . Betty, stop trying to show off those new scissors . me Here's one of your legs over here, Sarah . . . Can't you find anything to sing besides 'If I Could be with you,' ,Iane?D Has anybody seen the Georgia this week? I hear it's pretty good Gracious, there's the first bell, and I haven't even begun to start! 'iThat's our thing you cnn't have picoted, Frances. 1' XVatch out, Dot. You'll stretch your neck if you nren't careful fr Oh, Miss Roberts-I mean Mrs. Peek-please come show me how to thread this bobbin, I never can do it right . . . Did you like that dress she had on .it the dance last night?,' . . Hurry up with the mlchine, Audrey-I've got to sew up my sides . . fe How much more time have we got, somebody? Five minutes-oh, gosh, and I've still got my neck to bind-Miss Roberts, can we take our sewing home over the week-end?', . . . Somebody take my basket over to Senior Hall for me. I've got n last classy . I'l1 come back and shut up the machine, Miss Roberts, before I leave . So long. Whew! I'm sure glad that's over. Those girls talk more and say less than any- body I know of. Oh, well-I know she'll forget to put my top down anyway, so I suppose I'11 go on to sleep and trust to luck I don't freeze during the night. JANE CRENSHAW, '31. 0:0 e- Q00 -a fm 'QDQSFQ 45230 , iss-E00 Page fb T

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eo fwifiiniwf CGjl'L8 Infernal Curse Cloeksl eloeks! Yes, I hear yon lieking lhere. Also hear thai awful lzlareg Wonlal you like fo fake the air? Oh, keep if up-I a'on'f care. The guy who nzazle up eloeks is lllllllbj Bef HE t'lItl'lI,f Crain ,fil one. Bnf if thai guy shonlrl go io heaven, I HOPE he has .fo rise af seven. CELESTE SMITH, 33. 0:0 CCs5l1ot Clliscerning Eye I harln'f sfnzliezl, She seenzefl fo know, She lookeil at nze, Asked, Is if so? I lookea' af her, Sairl, I ilon'f know. She look np her book- I got a zero! CELESTE SMITH, '33. 0 ooo Ghemistry We hear a yell Oh, wha! a zness, Anil no sneeess, Wifh all Olll' foiling here! We only pop and have io Inop The les! fnhes io the rear. We make a gas Aml have io pass Right qnickly from the rooin. Beeanse the sing Will poison ns Anal fha! zvonln' he our a'oon1. Anil go pell-nlell Some through fhe u'inIlou's lhere, Beeanxe we know If we tl0lI,l' go, We u'on'f he here fo care. Mos! frying of elasses, Worse as time paxsex, Saizl Teaeher in Ilexpairg Only a znan Can help me sfana' Them-ufifhonf greying my hair. JENNIE CHALIPION, '31, Q A 5 .V Qfff -0 Q an gba QC-QD .fg-S, 252. L3 - x Page 96

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X500 f we Hnzalnifw What Unholy Czfhree efffinutes We sit on the edge of our seats, anxiously awaiting the farniliar tinkle of the bell. Shrilly it rings out, and then the stampede begins. Push, push, oh, will I ever reach number 96! Tramping of feet seems to halt my progress toward my locker. Books are all scattered up and down the hall to stumble over. The water fountain line is just too long to wait on. Oh my, what will Mrs. Moore say? I c:1n't ind my prose in this rush. Oh, do pardon me, Miss Tate, I did not for one moment mean to knock you asidef, XVho spilled .this ink, Mnrly? Celeste, you're too small to be seeng did I hurt you much? My feet are just like black and blue nubs, too. No, Mary Cary, you can't borrow my gym suitg it's too small. Finally we reach our lockers. Frances, please shut your doorg I can,t get in my locker. Who has my pencil? Yes, you can have my Compact, but put it back where you found it.', Oh, Peggy, can't you manage to get your gum into the trashbnsket? I've stepped on it again. Well, all right, 'WCCSLl,, sign me up for the library. I'l1 be there if I can squeeze my way to the door. MARGARET LEE COLBERT, '33. 0:0 Interim I xii arm' sif, Iuxf ffvizzkiug. I nzmfc' up my lllillul Tim! some Jay l'J ILYIX xrlzfillzclzfzll Anil cz'olz'r rl biz' of Vcrxc Tlmf was 1'0t'ki11g zuiilv Dr'z'ixi1'r' fl70IlgZ7fX amf zviffy Sll,j'iIIXX- All afwzff low! lxif ami' xii- Ycf- ' Am! my juzprr lim lvlarzk Bvfort' mc' xfill- I Ftllllf svrm fo l'0IIiIH'L' 11j1 Clr'z'Cr rbynzes- Bm' ibn! zlorxzff IIIFIZII I razmof low'- MARY HUTCHINSON, '31, A A CQ R522 was -4 Q U QD QQ tm Q0 Q Q CL sci'-20 2200 Page US