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

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16 THE MIRROR 1923 to 1921 A bright smooth road is your path to be, This, on your hand I can plainly see. But a road, no matter however good. Will have a few ruts—at least it should. For smooth sailing is tiresome, boresome, and blue. Where a knock on the back is good for you. So tighten your belt and take our good heed; “Good luck to you, Seniors, and our God Speed Free Verse Oh, Elting is a dude. At dressing he’s a bear; But when it comes to athletics we fear he is not there; Oh, Shaw is Elt- ing’s Buddie dear, can always find him in a crowd. Just look for those old socks of his; They are so doggon loud. Van Kirk is—well, a dude himself. “Van Garter,” says Madame. At this our hero gets quite peeved and claims his name is Van. Oh, Squirrel, he climbed a tree one day, out hunting for a nut. He looked into the looking-glass and said, “Oh, gee! what luck” A funny, screaming, comical, roaring, laugh¬ ing boy who fills the school with mirth and fun, is Curt, our life and joy. Oh, Henry is some boy, we’ll say; at studies he is good. But when he gets around some girls you’d think his head was wood. Butler, Pep, Bob, and Ray also shine in mirth and play. But space and time are scarce and dear. The author ends his story here. Who’s Who in Cakes Spice Cake—Pep Williams; Sponge Cake, K. Adams; Dev¬ il’s Cake, Curtis Dawes; Angel Cake, Betty Miller; Nut Cake, Squirrel Ashcraft; Marble Cake, Ray Hardenbergh; Wed¬ ding Cake, Oh, we’d hate to say; Loaf Cakes, Elly McEwen and K. Adams; Pound Cake, John Shaw; Short Cake, Van Kirk; Date Cake, Rush Butler; Sunshine Cake, Libby Clore.

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18 THE MIRROR A Typical Freshman Meeting Characters: Entire Freshman Class. Place: West 3. Time: The Present. Setting: Class is seated in and on chairs. B. Ripley standing at Miss C ' s desk. B. Ripley:—The meeting will please come to order. Small Voice—Yes, indeed. M. Ott:—Oh, Bee, tell them about your new idear. Class:—Idear! Idear! B. Ripley:—The meeting will please come to order. B. Groves:—Well, what’s your wonderful idea? B. Ripley:—For you to draw cartoons for the Year Book. B. Groves:—Good night! L. Massey:—We want other things. H. Anderson:—Naturally, and why can’t Mary Ott write something? (These remarks followed by a storm of others.) M. Thomas:—Sh-h-h ! B. Ripley:—Will the meeting please come to order. Percy, have you any idea? Percy:—No-o-o. (Grins from Holly.) M. Janney (To H. Hardenbergh) :—And wasn’t her dress adorable? M. Thomas:—Oh, Helen and Midge, can’t you stop dis¬ cussing clothes for a few minutes? J. McEwen:—I have a contribution: Her eyes were like the sunshine; Her tears were like the rain. She stole my soul; she stole my heart; She stole my watch and chain. B. Ripley:—Charles, what have you to say? C. Klotz (looking bored) :—Nothing—I guess. (Meanwhile the room roars with conversation.) B. Ripley (pounding on the table) :—We aren’t accom¬ plishing anything. Voice (in an undertone) :—I’ll say we aren’t. B. Ripley:—When shall we meet again to discuss the year book? Percy:—Three weeks from today. M. Ott:—Well, let’s hold a meeting a week from to¬ morrow.