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

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6 THE MIRROR Motto Esse quam videri Colors Purple and Gold By their ring ye shall know them! Last Bequest We, the Senior Class of 1921 of the North Shore Country Day School, having reached a certain degree of sanity through the great efforts of our beloved faculty, upon leaving this Institution of Learning, do ordain and estal lish this to be our last will and testament. We bequeath to: The Kindergarten, our college aspirations— Ihe Eighth Grade, our deep wells of knowledge— The Freshmen, our dignity— 1 he Sophomores, our common sense— The Juniors, our responsibilities— The Office, our humor— Miss Hazel, our new jazz steps. We further make the following personal bequests: K. Bulkley—her dimples to Joan. Chris—her walk to Willoughby. Lib—her curls to Barbara Groves. K. Mordoick—her size to B. Ripley. Bob—his eyelashes to Mabel. Rodge—his slouch to Mr. Swanson.

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the mirror Roger Fowler Sherman— Known as ‘‘Rodge or “Mon¬ key favorite occupation, pool; ambition, to get out of school; greatest failing, fall¬ ing; virtue, good nature: characteristic possession, a corduroy vest; chief expres¬ sion, “Ask Les ’ Katherine Anna Bulkley— Known as “Kay ’ or “Kat favorite occupation, Elsie; ambition, to read 32 books before June; greatest failing, asking questions; virtue, per¬ severance; characteristic pos¬ session, Rigaud; chief expres¬ sion, “Lord help the dumb!’ ' Christine Elise Baumann— Known as “Chris;” favorite occupation, the Studebaker; ambition, to convince Mr. Swanson in geometry; great¬ est failing, arguing; virtue ability to keep a secret; char acteristic possession, hairpins; chief expression, “Holy Mack- eral.”

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THE MIRROR A Visit to the Moon On a starry, moonlight night When the heavens twinkled bright In the summer month of June I was carried to the moon. “Ask, oh Daughter of North Shore, What the future holds in store. What the Senior Class has done In the year of Thirty-one,” Cassandra spoke. A picture tall Appeared upon the silvery wall. Over it a mist dropped low; Cassandra muttered words and lo! The mist was gone, and- in its place A living picture filled the space. A man of strength, and very tall. Was standing in the spacious hall. He bowed and smiled to all the throng Who hailed him with a shout and song. As Bob Clark, boxer best of all! The picture changed. I saw a street All trampled down by little feet. A lady stood, and rang a gong To call the pupils in a throng To studies, in a western school, To learn to read the Golden Rule. T he pupils passed in single file Before the teacher, with a smile, And said, “Good morning. Teacher dear,” “G’day, Miss Jackson, we’re all here.” Again the picture changed. I saw A stately court-room of the law. ’Twas filled with flowers and curtains fair. And on the bench, presiding there, A woman judge held honored sway. And Christine Baumann ruled the day. The mist dropped low, and when it cleared An Eastern mansion then appeared, A sumptuous and luxurious home,