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

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28 THE MIRROR Future Freshman Occupations A. Rogers — Owner of an old curiosity shop, dealing especially in guns, swords, spears, etc. F. Armstrong and P. Bouscaren — Chief detectives of Armstrong and Bouscaren Pri- vate Detective Agency. L. Blatchford — Commander of U. S. S. Al. H. Nunn and W. Littell — Active owners of Stupendous Rivoli Ballroom. W. McEwen — Operator of McEwen Research Laboratories. B. Cooley — Holder of trans-continental mortocycle speed record. J. Merrill — President of the United Automobile Sales Corporation. J. Wallace — Manager of Chicago White Sox. F. Scott — Head of Scott Dry Goods Department Store. J. Ott — Factory superintendent of International Radio and Mechanical Corporation. P. Moore — Owner of land on which many famous Chicago buildings stand. •T. Boal — President of the famous 5 and 10c Stores. T. Coyne — Chief Art and Comic Editor Chicago Tribune. Female Freshmen sarah Mills Jeanne Street Louise Conway Emily Pope Winifred McKeown Doris Ferry Helen Bell - Betty Durham Eleanor Cushman Betty Parker Lois Truesdale Louise Badgerow Eleanor Sherman Grace Orell Emily Fentress Jane Kirk Frances Alschuler long skirts weekly marcell primness actress curls mamma ' s angel child pet eraser painted balls braids always blushing daily crush boj ' s Kitten on the Keys confectionery carefree sweet smile shingles Fresh Advice to Juniors on Becoming Seniors 1. Hold on to your dignity. Don ' t giggle. 2. Don ' t have crushes yourself, but 3. Always smile on your little Freshman crushees. It makes them happy and — 4. Save them at least one of your sandwiches. 5. Get a car. You ' re sure to be popular then. 6. Learn the Senior smile. You ' ll need it when you ' re late to class. 7. Learn some of their marvelous excuses for unprepared assignments. 8. Be original. Let every man surpass his neighbor. 9. Be thinking all year about the Mirror. 10. Don ' t have any particular peculiarity that can be published.

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THE MIRROR 27 The Ballad of a Funny Freshman There was a funny Freshman, Whjj went to Country Day, She didn ' t care to study, She ' d rather go and play. She liked all pretty dresses, Gay shoes and stockings too. She loved to go to dances And went to quite a few. She had a hundred crushes, One for each pressing day; She very seldom worried, For she was always gay. But suddenly exam times came With thrills and heart throbs few, For sobs and tears soon followed them When she flunked all but two. That girl became a Senior, Though how I cannot say, For all she used to like to do Was go outdoors and play. Civics Nightmare It was the night before the Exams, and my mind was mostly a muddle or what the cooks might call Hungarian Goulash. Everything was so mixed up that I had the honorable Mr. Tufts sitting in a dug-out in the cave days and Miss Taylor writing hieroglyphics on the cave walls. Mr. Riddle was just coming home with a newly invented fish hook, and Mr. Jones was doing the hula-hula around the camp- fire because he had finally worked out his theory that the world was eight-sided. I was convinced that the something was wrong, but I knew not what. Was the comma in the wrong place? Oh dear, my mind was still wandering. I was think- ing of the English Exam ! Then I looked at my notebook. Algebra, Latin, French, and other papers stared me in the face. Oh — I was certainly suffering. Mr. E. H. Smith was giving prac- tical lessons in bookkeeping, and, lo and behold, Mr. Bolinger was making the first fire out of sofa pillows and tissue paper. Mr. Price was asking very queerly, but suddenly I realized that he was not jumping off the top limb of a tree to kill himself, but was trying to make his arms carry him through the air like a bird or an aeroplane. How very scientific this type of cave man must have been, I thought. But my expectations of a wonderful new race were limited and cut short when I real- ized that, like all dreams, this one had an end, and also that predicative nominatives, verbs, and polynomials were as important to the examiners as cave men were to the Real Business of Living.

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THE MIRROR 29 Familiar Quotations from the Class of 1927 Armstrong - What the heck, guy! Blatchford - That happened once on Al ' s ship. Boal - A 111 Cl VVlllH-JO. Bouscaren Aw shut up! Cooley Don ' t get hard. Coyne I don ' t care. 1 11 do it in class. ' Littell - - - ' ' Gosh, that was hard. McEwen May I put that on the board? Moore - Isn ' t that a coincidence? Merrill - - - I knew that yesterday. Nunn - Yeaa — but it ' s all wrong. Ott - - - - I ' m sorry I can ' t take play today. Rogers - ' ' Aww, I don ' t know. Scott - If not, why not? Wallace Oh, I left that at home today. In the Library An Old Fashioned Girl - Jeanne Street Jane Eyre ------- Louise Conway Lorna Doone ------ Bettv Durham Rowena— Ivanhoe ----- Sarah Mills Amy — Little Women - - Janet Kirk Joe — Little Women ----- Eleanor Cushman Jane Bennett — Pride and Prejudice Betty Parker Puck — Midsummer Night ' s Dream Emily Pope Joan — Black Arrow ----- Louise Badgerow Helen — Scottish Chiefs - - - - Helen Bell Alice in Wonderland - Winifred McKeown Babbie — Babs ------ Emily Fentress Nell — Old Curiosity Shop Eleanor Sherman Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm - Lois Truesdale Judy — Daddy Long Legs Frances Alschuler Anne of Green Gables - Grace Orrell Sara Crewe ------ Doris Ferry Recess in the Ninth Grade Boys ' Room The bell rings for recess, and almost immediately the Ninth Grade Boys ' room is filled with a noisy crowd. There is a wild rush for the chairs in the front row. No less than three unfortunate individuals are seen in the floor where they have landed after sitting down where there failed to be a chair. Mr. Smith enters the room holding a tray high over his head. He carefully scrutinizes three small piles of sandwiches that are seen on it and remarks that there are enough for about one apiece. As he walks ' down the line with the delicious morsels of food, Tom Boal is caught trying to smuggle off two. When there are still lour boys to be fed, the sand- wiches give out, and angry cries are heard from the disappointed gentlemen. In the back of the room a hungry horde is gathering around those who had brains enough to bring food from home. Suddenly the bell for lining up is heard, and it is not long before the room is deserted, looking as though a small cyclone had struck it.