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

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18 THE MIRROR And in West 8 they ' re saying: I ' m going to get a bright orange one. I love colored handkerchiefs. . Say, did you know who Mary Miller is coming with? Well, Bennie, you didn ' t save a seat for me. I ' m going to wear a salmon pink. Oh, yes, I know that one. It ' s cute Has anybody done their Latin? Somebody ' s got to tell me how to do this sentence. Neither could I. (Chorus) : Nevertheless it is not only for the sake of that one but — I ' m going to get a new tan skirt with brown stripes like my coat. Yes, Elinor ' s here; she ' s gone to see Mr. Holmes about the Lost and Found. Miss Taylor, I simply can ' t make this balance come out. I ' m sure the Office has made a mistake. Let ' s call her Iddy. Hello, Iddy! Sure, I ' d rather be skinny any day. Whenever I refuse a potato Mother says it ' s no time to reduce. Same here, and it ' s always when the carrots come around Girls, it ' s our morning to put up the flag. Libby, how do you say ' does not doubt that the con- spirators should be punished by ' ? (Bell rings and Midge dashes in) Am I late? What books will we need for English? Things That All Juniors Should Know What the second bell means. How to charm and convince Mr. Riddle. How to fill the Lost and Found. How to hold their own in Lunch Line. How to understand Larry. Just how much to talk during Fire Drill. What the tip of Miss Babcock ' s baton looks like. How to squelch the Sophomores. How to write spring poems. How to get the last word with Johnnie. How to set a shining example to the children. How to ignore sarcasm. What the Study Hall Suggestions say. How to hang on to their Alaska bars. That the school simply couldn ' t get along without the illustrious class of ' 24. Queer ! As queer as Bennie without a curl Would be our Holy without a girl. Lou without her dog would be as odd as Marcy as thin as a log. Johnnie without a tie would be as deplorable as Mary telling a lie. Deborah without her band would be as unlikely as Elinor getting canned. Midge with immaculate hair would be as queer as Percy with animated air. Larry not as wise as an owl would be as uncalled for As Maggie with a perpetual scowl. Not to have Miss Taylor for a teacher would be as weird As Libby without a distinguishing feature. As for M. Carmen, she is new; I can ' t think of her queer as And neither can Lou.

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THE MIRROR 17 for Marcel Wave. We will leave unmentioned Larry Burr, and will omit his character- istics, which are procrastination, exaggeration, hallucination, and exasperation. Since the end of childhood he has spent his days and nights by means of studying history. In spite of the fact, namely that he has been studying it during so short a time by how little, he is proficient. Who is yon pathetic and abject creature caressing Pep, her dog? Mark the joy in the windows of his soul! There is as much faithfulness in this same dumb creature as causes him to follow her even to — school ! Like unto the famous Mary and her little lamb! Concerning her upon whom I have discoursed this long time, I might add the insignificant fact that her name is Louise Dash Sherman. As to the power and fame and glory and wit of Elinor Tomlinson, I will say that they have never been equaled by no one. The fame of her editorship of this section has made her enough well known to all of you that there is nothing of need to me for saying more. The plan of life of Mary Kathrine Ott (to be said with peculiar emphasis on the Kathrine) has been carefully laid out from childhood, enlightened here and there by embellishments. We will omit her bad qualities and will not mention that she has no good ones. Benjamin Harriet Leonard, the immortal gods have bestowed upon you more accomplishments than others have read about, more talents than others have ever silently dared to hope for, and of these the most beloved to your friends is — your bus ! May this be characteristic of your for perpetuity ! By the not far distant carriage for infants Aunt Lysbeth Boyden stands in silent martyrdom. Note with what pecu- liar and petulant motion she shakes the carriage hence and whence ! Competing with the little song birds from morning till night is Marjorie Janney. The one reason why she stops at night is because by that time the birds are hoarse and discouraged. The people in this vicinity have come to regard Deborah Bent not as sent from the West but as dropped down from the heavens, because of h ' er angelic nature ; while for the quality of being easy-going is English Walling known to us. As I see the eyes and ears of all of you turned against me, I will bring to a close this so long oration, after mentioning Johnnie McEwen, in whom there is a great ability of rebutting arguments and concerning whom we know that Gnaius Cassius Goldsmith wrote these most famous lines: For e ' en though vanquished he could argue still. How the Dawn Breaks in K 5 Holden enters the room with both arms laden with books. Drops them into desk and pries lid loose when he tries to shut it. Oh well, I should worry! Only six weeks more. Chong is seen entering the room, stops and takes his books from Billy, who is seen carrying them for him. Say, Swede, what do we have for math? I don ' t know; I spent three hours on English — let ' s play catch. All is quiet except for Percy Davis who drops in and goes to work. The bell rings and the entire crew tumbles in, Soup entering last with Ashcraft, both wearing their hats. Soup comes to rest on the radiator whence Larry and Pep try to dispose of him. Mr. Price is seen advancing and the whole gang breaks into its morning hymn with a volume that shakes the building and starts Mr. Jones from his lair. Mr. Price appears at the door and gradually things quiet down. When peace is restored and Mr. Jones ' foot- steps can be heard returning to his room, Mr. Price says, Please give me your at- tention for a moment. Larry, have you brought your money for your luncheons? A silent shake of the head is the only answer.

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THE MIRROR 19 The Discovery of America (as it might have been) In the Year of Our Lord, 1922, Gentle Listener, the Good ship Junior Maria set sail from that most illustrious of ports, North Shore Country Day School. In sooth, it was commanded by none other than that much eulogized and esteemed commander, Johnopher McColumbus. As you all know, this remarkable specimen of the nefarious species of sea dog was of medium height and had a great abundance of certain choice bits of wit. Let us look below decks. Besides this swagger commander were what might and might not be called the most worthy of inspired humans. Here below are seen numerous objects commanded by the chief petty officer, Sir Lemuel Borr. This darling of our eyes, adorned with large spectacles, goose-steps proudly around the female relatives of the crew who had insisted on coming on the voyage. Look, I pray you, to your right. Here rest your eyes and feast them on Madame Carmen, trilling exquisite snatches of torturing melody. Pipe down, yells the cook from the galley and the red face of Miss Maggie Brown emerges. Are you speaking to me? howls Harriet Leonard from where she is scrubbing the deck. Do be still, drawls the girl with the Southern accent, Midge, who is dilligently powdering her nose. My heavens, this is the last straw, chirrups Marcell collapsing and being dumped overboard by Libby Boyden and Iddy Ott. The villians! The nasty things! This from the redoubtable Lou. Lou, what language! exclaims the prim Elinor. Now glance toward the corner and perceive our Swedish deckhand. Wait a moment. Let me think! yells he. After the moment is up our hero says to the girls: Watch me, dives in, and rescufs Marcell. Cm cu brat it r i N ov let us turn fror-i this dis- torted scene to the course of events. From the top of the mast is heard the cry, We ' re shipping water in the hold ! and down to the deck falls Captain McColumbus with a resounding thud. You dabils, you, exclaims he, referring to heaven knows what. Then he reassembles the wreckage of himself and lumbers below. Let us follow him. On the arrival of our Captain, Chief Petty Officer Borr is still doing the goose-step in front of the doting females. On seeing the Captain: Good God, says he. Can it be you, sir? No one else, rascal, veils the enraged captain soak- ing a belaying pin at poor officer Borr. Avast there, the ship is sinking! When our Swedish deckhand hears this a gleam of intelligence floats over his beaming counte- nance. You must be mistooken, sir, says he. It was only dot bail of vater vot I clipped ofer. At this critical juncture a violent thud is felt throughout the ship. Good God, shouts the Captain McColumbus, now we are done! and he rushed on deck to say his prayers. Meanwhile the Swedish sailor yells, Amerigo! Amerigo! Ve has discovered Amerigo! But they hadn ' t. Oh death, where is thy sting! It was the final exams which occasioned the jolt. The Juniors ' Favorite Occupation — Getting ready for college boards. Favorite Poem — Sing Cucu. Favorite Classes — Lunch period and Music. Favorite Meal — Sandwiches at recess. Worst Failing — Leaving the flag up. Greatest Relief — That they aren ' t Sophs.