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

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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,

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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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8 THE MIRROR Peaked by a rounded, glittering dome. The mistress of the place now came, A dainty and alluring dame. Her clothes were silk from top to toe, Her eyes were kept demurely low. But, even changed from days of yore When she was at our fair North Shore I recognized Kay Bulkley, though. This picture passed. I saw a sign Which glittered bright like claret wine. It said, “Best food we will provide If ye will deign to step inside.” Within, a man in chef’s attire Stood holding weenies on a wire. ’Twas Roger Sherman without doubt. Unrecognizable, so stout. Another picture came, and I Saw many people passing by. Another lady passed on through, Cassandra whispered, “Look! ’Tis you.” And I was awestruck then to see How very thin I seemed to be. But then Cassandra took my hand And touched me with her Starry wand. And pushed me gently, as she said, “Adieu.” And I woke up in bed! Forever North Shore Tune: “Netherlands Folk Song” North Shore we are singing; her praises are ringing; Our loyalty to her will last evermore. Far tho’ we may roam, our thoughts will turn back home, Our hearts will cry the same: Forever North Shore. North Shore we are praising; her name we are raising; Our loyalty to her will last evermore. Our friendships are binding; joy we all are finding; In cheering far and wide; Forever North Shore. North Shore! North Shore!