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

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24 THE MIRROR The First Ten Minutes of Any Noon Scratching of pens, turning of leaves. (Miss H. Cornell) This study hall isn ' t as good as usual; it must be on ac- count of the Seventh and Eighth Grades. Silence . . The Belli A rush and a scuffle of feet. Oh, you angel, come an do my Geometry for me! Did you get the sev- enth? She gave us such long lessons, it ' s terrible. Hey, little one, are you going to Condish? Oh, he ' s simply darling! ' Heck! the powder is so white its show- ing on my nose. Mrs. Childs enters and silence ensues. Couples single off and leave for Knollslea. Heard at Knollslea) Oh, close that door! I ' m simply frozen! Yes, close it or get out. She is so cute in it. You ought to see it. You up there, don ' t let her gip in, she ' s only a Freshman. Please let me stay here, because Mr. Holmes will make me go to the end of the line if I don ' t. Oh, Rugolph, pugh! I hate him. Johnnie Walker is much cuter. Goody! We have chocolate bars today! And I ' m trying to get thin! There ' s voting in the Gym today — don ' t forget. Don ' t vote for her; she ' s a Klepto. All my books are gone, but wait until tonight, for the end of some Skull and Bones member. Revenge is sweet. And so it goes each day. Sayings for the Sophomores In came Mrs. Fezziwig with one vast substantial smile. M. Atkin. He does it with a better grace. E. Anderson Oh saw ye the lass with the bonnie blue e ' en, She ' s the loveliest lassie that trips on the green. H. Shimmin Give me my hollow tree, A crust of bread and liberty. A. Grotenhuis I loaf and invite mv soul. F. Walling An upright judge, a learned judge. L. Williams I ' spect I growed, don ' t think nobody never made me. M. Miller I love tranquil solitude, and such society As is quiet, wise and good. T. Griswold I have other fish to fry. P. Fuller. I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world. B. Groves ' Tut, tut, child, ' said the Duchess, ' Everything ' s got a moral, if only you can find it. ' R. Copeland Over the hills and far away. R. Coffin. A rake among scholars, and a scholar among rakes. F. Dean A good book is the best of friends The same today and forever. V. Wallace He never flunked, he never lied. I reckon he never knowed how. C. Butler Work first, then rest. A. Wilson My heart is fixed. F. Fowle The very pink of perfection. P. Paine As merry as the day is long. C. Eddy. She ' s pretty to walk with And witty to talk with And pleasant, too, to think on. M. Spencer. Nothing is given so profusely as advice. E. Lamson ' ' Sport, that wrinkled Care derides. M. Anderson There ' s a good time coming, boys! A good time coming! A. Boal

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THE MIRROR 23 And Ash and Cameron thought he stood, The Sophomores in shine or rain Came Walling through the Mary wood, And Phoebe as its Paine. One-two-three four! And out the door His Panny Boal went Miller snack; He left it dead it lived no more ; He came Margotting back. And hast thou slain the Sophomores? Come to my Mark, my Hindu boy! O groty day, hoorah, hoorah, He Gingered in his joy. ' Twas Crilly and the Copey Coves Did Frank and Fowle all day ; All Shimmy were the Barbara Groves, And the Pridmores at play. Is Has Makes Adores Frequents % Lam son nice a crush baskets Johnnie Walker The Sweet Shop B. Groves athletic a cute smile a good forward washing her hair French Du Breuil ' s B. Paine getting- thin a complexion worth having ' em laugh The Art Room M. Atkin chubby blue eyes faces her chameleon Rudolph ' s Grocery R. Copeland always borrowing a tongue a noise arguing Community House M. Spencer always writing a giggle us love her dancing Gym after 5 o ' clock M. Miller a peach curly hair friends her radio out doors F. Walling a nuisance brains a rumpus her brothers Spruce Street V. Wallace a good sport a merry laugh good grades books Indian Hill Road H. Shimmin pretty blue eyes eyes Ashton Street car P. Fuller full of fun bobbed hair poetry her poodle movies A. Wilson darling smart clothes us happy it the theater R. Coffin funny a tendency to be late us grin exams The University Club

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THE MIRROR 25 Vj «LA6 - 0 ? r i The Tenth Grade are acting out Julius Caesar in class and just as the 1 :05 bell rings the lines are heard: Oh, look, Titinius, look, the villains fly! Groty: What ' s the score? Grobies: 13 to 13 Groty: In whose favor?