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

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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.

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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

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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.