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

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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

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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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. xfigf A EI1J5UIIiHttQ GZ. Q .Qld Cgfunting We entered the store bravely. Oh, what lovely refrigeratorsll' we exclaimed. After admiring them we advanced to one of the salesmen. Could you tell us whether the advertising manager is in or not? we inquired. No, he answered, he will not be in until three o'clock. Du Well, do you do any advertising in school annuals. we again queried, seeking some pleasant opening for the conversation. Alas, we were doomed to disappointment. Um,,' he replied, we never do that type of advertisingf' That was queer, we thoughtg there was the firm's name in our last year,s Annual. NVe said thank you, however, and hurried out the door. After walking a long time and going into different places where wc were always disappointed even though we admired everything from permanent waves to bath tubs, we entered a building and without admiring a thing, walked up to the information desk. Who should sit there but our late Art teacher, now Mrs. Jones! We had a little chat which was mostly about pictures and the intricacies of ad hunting. Then she told us the Advertising Managers oflice was on the second floor, and, promising to let her know the results, we got into the elevator. The Manager and his secretary were in the room. Advancing to the desk, one of us stated, We are from the North Avenue Presbyterian School and-. Well, Hrst of all, I'll tell you your story, the Manager volunteered kindly. We paused and he began, You are from the North Avenue Presbyterian School and you are in great need of Ads for your Annual. Yes, we chorused eagerly-with large hope! XVell, I have turned down I don't know how many girls. QOur faces fell at that.j Have you an Annual with you? We hastily handed one to him. Do you girls patronize your advertisers? Again we chorused Yes, and at this point two of his friends came in. He told them the proposition and asked should he buy an eighth of a page. They were on OU1' side and said, Yes. We were waiting fearfully now his decision. I'll take an eighth of a page, but our fl1'1'1'1,S name must not be mentioned any- where in your annual. Put in our space In loving memory of S7.50. BEVERLY PEEPLES, '33. Q A 5 hoo ,Z ' Q I 2 Q Q7 QD 6 UU D A C3 CJ .exe 1.-go. s Page 9 9