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

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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.

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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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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.