North Shore Country Day School - Mirror Yearbook (Winnetka, IL)

Text from Pages 1 - 24 of the 1920 volume:

NORTH SHORE COUNTRY DAY SCHOOL LEAVES FROM 1920 N. S. C. D. S. PRINTED AND PUBLISHED at the SCHOOL PRINT SHOP by George Stevenson and Robert Clark Mr. Perry Dunlap Smith Headmaster SCHOOL COLORS As every school wants to have its own colors, the mat¬ ter of selecting the colors for the North Shore Country Day School was given to the whole school. Different colors were suggested and voted upon, Pur¬ ple and White receiving the most votes, hence they are the colors of the school. SCHOOL SONGS To the Tunc of “The Orange and the Black” Wake the echoes, wake the echoes Along the old North Shore; Wcki make them ring a rally As we sing as ne’er before. Chorus: Here’s to North Shore, dear old North Shore, She always stands for right. And we will stand forever For the purple and the white. Each year adds to our numbers; Each year shall swell our throng; Each year increase the tribute That to North Shore doth belong. Chorus. To the Tune of “My Spanish Guitar” Oh, we are the students of North Shore Our name it will travel afar, Rah! Rah! We ’re proud of our faculty corps, Our aim is to be above par. Rah! Rah! Chorus: North Shore School! North Shore School! Ring out ye bells, for North Shore, our School! For North Shore, our School! North Shore School! North Shore School! Ring out ye bells! For our Ncrth Shore Country Day School. Rah! Rah! We want to excell in our book lore, Wc want to excell in our sport. Rah! Rah! But always in making our score, “Fair Play” is the thing wc exhort. Rah! Rah! Chorus. CLASS WILL We, the members of the Class of 1920 of the North Shore Country Day School, being of sound mind and clear understanding, do hereby dispose of our worldly belonging as follows: Our sense to the Juniors. Our organization to the Sophomores. Our harmony to the Freshmen. Our diminishing ability to K. Mordock. Bette her size to Dot Gaertner and her disposition to M. Fulton. “Liz” her laugh to George Stevenson and her love of fun to Carolyn Case. Mary her depth to Betty Miller and her sense of humor to Mr. Willis. UPPER SCHOOL Senior Class A Nightmare of Names Last night I dreamed a fearful dream About our Senior Class. 1 thought I saw them all “grown-up,” And out in the world, alas! Small Bette owned a blackSmith shop Built on the edge of a Wood. The muscles swelled on her brawny arms As in the heat of the forge she stood. Her Smith, a Haven for thirsty folk, Held, T whisper it low, Age-old Sherry and mellow ale, A scandalous thing, you Knowe. As I regarded this queer sight, ‘ heard a bumping noise. A wagon, and a Limping horse, All filled with girls and boys, Was conr ' ng towards the blackSmith shop. T strained my eyes to see. The driver was our old friend “Liz,” Out with her family. Oh, dear, while driving through the Sands The horse did lose a shoe. Please put a second-hand one on, The Price is large for new. ” “My husband keeps the money box And hides away the Kee; He gives us Nicholls by the week, But only twenty-three. ” “I have no decent clothes at all. I Ware my Child’s hat. I can not pay the Baker’s bill, What do you think of that?” While Long 1 stood agazing thus I felt my Boddie shake. A heavy hand did clutch my wrist And made my fingers ache. “We have you now,” cried out a voice. “You’ve given us a Chase; You’ll be deported Wednesday noon After we try your Case.” “You learned your socialistic traits From Mr. Dunbar’s ‘Ec.’ ou preached in every public Hall. I’d like to wring your neck.” His bony fingers clutched my throat, 1 gave a mighty scream, Then all went dark and T awoke And found it all a dream. Relief and thankfulness untold To have the vision go. They say that dreams are opposites. Ye Gods! Let’s all hope so. —M Hall Junior Class The Junior Class is a mighty bunch, A class that ' s never slow. For it’s a class of the North Shore School, A school that’s great, you know. The youngest of the class is Chris And she’s an argumentative miss. George’s humor you’d not know Because he never lets it show. Bob’s named “Sabri,” it is true; Is best for business, through and through. Of Kays we have abundance fine, For two are in this class of nine. Our Dot is tall, and slender, too, AVe like her well, and so do you. The others of our little class Help much to make all dull days pass. They are (for six from nine leaves three) Hallett, Lib, and C. Bulkley. Freshman Class Symbols of Spring Hark! t’ s the song of the bluebird you hear, And the buzz of the bumble bees; T’is the daffodils nodding their heads you see, And the tender green leaves on the trees. There are crocuses budding on right and on left, And the sap is beginning to flow, As the warm balmy breezes come up from the south, The buttercups dance to and fro. The bobolink’s chirping his merry tune, Over brooks that babble and sing. All the earth is transformed with the beauty of God, And th : s heaven on earth is called Spring. This poem, written by Judith Boddie, was declared the prize poem on Alay Day. LOWER SCHOOL “A Trip to the Farm” One day last fall, the first grade went to a farm. We rode m automobiles and went west of our school till we came to the farm. w The « we sa ™ h° u w the fa ™er got ready for the win- ter. The corn had been gathered and stored in big cribs beCn pUt lat0 the h ay-mows. We climbed up mto the hay-mow and jumped on the hay. That was lots of tun. We saw the ploughs and harrows and the winter 8 ™ Imp ement s m a shanty, put away for the The turkeys and the pigs and the cows were all get- ting fattened for the winter. n, 1 ) V Ti br °i , ' ?Pht SOrm ‘ of the eorn stalks hack with us for our thanksgiving exercises. Wo were glad to see how the farmer prepared for the u inter Now we are planting a garden of our own to heln get ready for next winter. We hope to have corn and pumpkins next fall. —First Grade. Poems f love to hear a bluebird sing In the warm days of spring. 1 love to see the sky so blue When the flowers are wet with dew. —Henrietta Pirrung. woke up in the morning, 1 heard a bluebird sing. I loved to hear him trilling, I knew that it was spring. —Anna Howe. I looked out of my window one day, 1 heard a bluebird singing his lay. The bluebird was happy and gay And this was far away. —Marjorie Friedmann. Second Grade. HOW WE FOUND GLACIAL STONES One sunshiny day, we went to the lake to get some stones from the beach. Frederic Helmholz found a big stone in a bank of soft clay. The clay was left there by a great glacier that covered Canada and the northern part of the United States thousands of years ago. When we went back to school, the boys took turns carrying the stone. It weighs 20% pounds. It is granite. Another day, we went to John Elting’s yard to see a glacial stone. It is granite and has a great deal of quartz in it. It is about a yard high and about two feet thick. A few weeks after Frederic found the stone, Hughes Dallas found another glacial stone right outside of Eliot Hall. It weighs almost thirty-one pounds. We knew that it was a glacial stone because it has deep and long scratches and is polished so smoothly. We are going to give Hughes’ and Frederic’s stones to the school. —Third Grade. A TRIP TO THE CHICAGO HISTORICAL SOCIETY We would like to tell you about one of the interesting trips that we took this year. A few weeks ago we went to the Chicago Historical Society and saw many relics, models, pictures and maps. There are many Indian arrow-heads and Indian ceremonial robes. We saw a collection of Revolutionary War relics. In a room up¬ stairs there is a model of a pioneer’s cabin. You would enjoy seeing the model of the first Fort Dearborn and the b’ttle block house made from the wood of the second Fort Dearborn. There is a case on the first floor that has in it a beaded purse that belonged to Mark Beau- bien’s wife, a trunk covered with deerskin that belonged to Mrs. Heald, and Captain Wells’ own sword and toma¬ hawk. We saw many Illinois relics, too. Some day, we would like to visit the Historical Society again to see the CivT War relics, the Abraham Lincoln collection, and the Chicago fire relics. —Fourth Grade. POEMS The Spring has come And hearts rejoice, To hear the bluebird’s trill. The flowers open their sleepy eyes And the daffodil spreads her yellow frill, For Spring has come again. The bees are humming around the hive And many a song is sung, The oriole swings in her leafy nest, For the world is at its best. —Doris Ferry. Fifth Grade. SIXTH GRADE to the tune of “My Spanish Guitar.” The Sixth Grade wrote the words for the school song EIGHTH GRADE Ah! we all know t’is Spring; And summer is near The birds singing clear, Oh! surely it is Spring! Cold, bleak winter has gone; The babbling of brooks In cool, shaded nooks, Welcomes us with a song. Fleecy white clouds hang above; Tim soft breath of May Makes the whole world play And think of our Heaven above. This poem was written by Mary Louise Fenton, and was given by the May Queen as her speech of welcome on May Day.