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

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, .. .W ..-.. ,ww ,. -f-: 'rff:'1W1 fW 'n 'F M A I . 'TW f K , ,w w . .NjPSONIAN Things That Naps and Napsites C0uldn't Do Without 2. The office telephone. 3. 'The bulletin board. 4. The chapel window sills. 5. lllrs. lWoore's story of the non-progressive frog. 6. Ad campaigns. 7. Somebody else's gym suit. 8. The top of yours and everybody else's lockers. 9. Miss Ellis' helpful discussion of Panama. 10. The Math assignment board. l ll. S. P.'s smiling face in chapel. 12. Miss Pharr's original way of seating the Sophomore Class. 13. The attractive way Miss Hatcher keeps up with the Math Homework 14. Chapel's back row. 1. llliss Askew's little black book. 15. Ice Cream on Zero days. . JANE JACKSON, '35. Jn Aa' .Another dd Campaign, And out into the world you trudge: People think you are a pain From their work they do not budge. An hour or so you sit and wait 4 The advertising man to see, But all you have's a tete a tete With everybody else but he. But rather than to push you out As many other folks have done He signs the blank-You give a shout! Well-at least you've gotten one. MARY CARY MAYNARD, '33. - IQLQ Page R i 0

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. APSONIAN afze Uv Tryon! Br, Br, Br, Br, with a whistling, whizzing sound a big red alarm clock went off early one breezy and snappy morning in Feb- ruary. A big bump in the middle of a big white bed began to groan and wiggle to- ward the top of the bed. A hand reached out and with an impatient jerk cut off the now slowly dying alarm. Then the big bump began to descend toward the lower regions of the bed. There was silence. The shrill voice of little Sis came from below. Jane, Jane jones, if you don't get up right this second, I'm gonna tell mama. This dire threat had absolutely no effect on Jane until a sweet voice came. Jane, dear, don't they have the try-outs today? With one leap Jane was out of bed, dressing and mut- tering savagely to herself: f'It's just a little dog, sir, such a little fellow- jane rushed two steps at a time down the stairs. Jane, came a quiet voice, and just how many times shall I have to tell you that to come down those stairs in that undignified way is very unlady-like. But he's just a little dog, sir, such-er- oh, yes, I'll remember and now let's see- for he's just . . . With a patient resigned expression Mr. jones gave himself to his morning paper, his everlasting haven in times of family warfare as well as in peace. Jane arrived at school in a savage mood and was not to be trified with by her fel- low sufferers' cheerful manners- Oh dear, jane, I've forgotten everything I ever knew, and you will, too. You just wait. With barely a glance at these insignificant worms, Jane continued down the hall, muttering and making frantic passes in the air. For the first three periods jane managed to maintain her sanity, but by Latin time she was past all hope of ever being sane again. In the midst of rosy day dreams, a golden haze completely enfolded her to arouse her. jane, what were the Gauls planning to take with them? 'fjust a tiny dog, sir. ' A burst of laughter aroused her, but only for a time. All through the day this phrase ran through her poor mind, and she saw herself with all the Cecilians begging, yes, begging, her to honor their club by her membership. About two o'clock Jane's courage began to wane and by two-ten she was a crushed, bewildered and pathetic person. Jane Jones will now give Fifii, and with a casual, All right, jane, she was left to face the mighty-the Cecilians. All poor jane could see was a blur of faces and of jaws working rapidly up and down. How she ever lived through it Jane never knew, but live she did and finally arrived home in a state of mind difficult to describe. All night jane tossed and turned and found thousands of little dogs, returning them to fussy old gentlemen, with these words, It's just a little dog, sir, such . . . Chapel time at last, and with a heart of fear and doubt and feet of ice, Jane ar- rived, and fell into the first chair her poor haunted eyes alighted on. Announcement followed announcement and then at last her fate was to be decided. A short pause, then, Susie Smith -a wild hullabalu of sounds and much applause and this repeated itself four times. The president of the club spoke- These are the new Cecilians, and now, Miss Askew. Poor Jane clenched her hands and whis- pered to herself, I've just gotta be a sport and smile. I've just gotta. And Jane jones is the next-member of the Cecilians of N. A. P. S. Can that be Miss Askew speaking? Is that really she? Is she dreaming? Willing hands pushed her toward the stage-she is really and truly that much-envied and wonderful per- through which she heard faint little sounds son-A Cecilian! all about some battle or other. These failed JEAN RAY, '35. fum Page 8 0

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q APSONIAN Last Request of a Naps girl When I die bury me deep, Lay my Algebra at my feet,' Place my English on my chest, Tell Miss Pharr I did my best. Put my Latin at my head,' Ask Mrs. Moore why I'm dead. Put an NO. K. under my chin,' Tell .lane I'lI not do it again. I forgive Miss Rivers for keeping me in- I know she's worried till she's thin. Tell Miss Askew good-bye for me- This is my last and only plea. RKIARY MACKII.LOP, '35. '33 Seniors Nobody seems to love us, everything we do is wrong, Nearly all we've done this year was win that old Sing-Song. I don't know what's the matter, for there really is some good In nearly all the Seniors, but we're just misunderstood. When we really try to do a thing, we usually see it thru, But it's not the individual, it's what we -all can do. The teachers think we're lazy, for lots of times they say, 'There's good material in your class-why throw it all away? We cause a lot of trouble when we're not in Study Halls And I guess we really should be there in case- Your mother calls. Then there are some who leave the school yard when they know they shouldifi, But if they knew the trouble caused why then-I'm sure they would'nt, And some of us just cannot get to school for chapel time CAlas, of all the faults, this is, the worst of minej l'Ve're working hard fthe most of usb to win that old Class Cup. What disgrace if this year's class should have to give it up! VIRGINIA BRADSHAVV, '33. toys Page 82