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

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iM I H K t K mmm asfn iar-i We then went to our seats for roll-call. When we turned around again, we were just in time to see Sir Walter ' s long tail go whisking around one corner of the -lockers. He had wormed his way thru the pliable bars of the bird-cage. When the various Freshmen saw this most ungentlemanly acceptance of our kind hospitality, there was a loud succession of shrieks, and in a trice, several excited young ladies stood on several available chairs. As it was in Alee Ann ' s basement that Sir Walter had stumbled into the trap, it was Al ' s duty to retain him. We moved the lockers while she, on her knees, supplied with paper, effectively blocked all egress from the lockers. Sir Walter w as soon captured and restored to his original home. But alas for our hopes. He was consigned by a well-meaning teacher to Mr. Shaw and his death-house, haunted by the ghosts of former students dragged to their doom by the thoughts of the coming Saturday and Sunday Blue-slips. But do not be disturbed, dear readers, Sir Walter ' s spirit very gently, without any pain, left this world for the next. For the benefit of future visitors, Sir Walter ' s remains now repose serenely in a round glass jar on the shelf of the Science Laboratory. EXPLORING A CONSERVATORY As a visitor to this city, I thought that I must take in the fine conservatory called N. S. C. D. S. twenty-niners. As I walked into the vestibule I was greeted by a very tall spineless cactus. Why, this recalled to my memory my old school chum — W. P. Sullivan; his bark was always bigger than his bite. When I arrived at the interior, I found a group of dancing, prancing posies and from the centers of two were the faces of John Elting and K. C. McKeown. Proceeding further, I came upon some large stal- wart sunflowers. John Porter was playfully behind one of these and he greeted me with an ear-to-ear grin. Walking on further I discovered some Black-eyed Susans. Al Alschuler and R. Mandeville were arguing in their midst. H. War- ren and N. Johnston were playfully tickling themselves in a patch of violets. I then came upon some very sprightly flowers in which I recognized Harry Wells and Hughsie Dallas. I saw the thick frown of R. Sellerv gazing upon me from a bed of tulips, this was most extraordinary. Then after a little more walking, I came upon a bed of very humorous flowers called Tears. From these I was met by the broad grins of H. Woodward and our friend H. Hoskin who has more humor per pound than any other twenty-niner. R. Mandeville was peering from the Black-eyed Susans. S. Booth was sleeping in a bunch of ferns. Then — all of a sudden I woke up, but I noticed in my brain the bugs bothering a tall plant which I recognized as Mr. Williams and one most pestiferous was P. Mag- nuson. Then C. D. wanted to paint my picture so I went. It surely was a nice snooze. Twenty-seven

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Motto — Essayoxs ' OFFICERS President Herbert Woodward Vice-President Emma Woolfolk Secretary-Treasurer Alice Beardslee HOW SIR WALTER CAME AND WENT Sir Walter appeared one morning, in the outward form of a newspaper pack- age carried very tenderly between Emma and Alee Ann. When the package was divested of its wraps, it was found to be a wire cage containing a rather lean, sleek-looking rat: Sir Walter. There was little resemblance in the features of the original Sir Walter and his namesake. For while the original had rather a florid countenance with eyes deeply set beneath a jutting forehead, his namesake had a distinctly long and narrow, sharp-looking face with twinkling black eyes. They looked rather like black shoe-buttons. Perhaps the cause lor giving our mascot such a distinguished name was that he had such a knowing, wise little look. More probably the reason was because Emma had such an affection for the Scotch, for Sir Walter was named when he arrived. While he was installed on a chair and various inquisitive lower-class visitors were admitted, Al hunted around for a more commodious home for Sir Walter. She returned with an old bird-cage and Sir Walter was safely installed in his new residence. Twenty-six Tsrnz-nzz zz: MR lllllli.lllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllhllllllllllllllllllllllllllllMIBIIIHIIIIIB

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MIRROR ONE ACT PLAY Time — Between Setting— 2A. 5:00 and 8:40. The room is peacefully silent and the sunlight reigns supreme. (8:05) (8:10) Enter V. Lamson carrying pile of books. I didn ' t do a bit of studying last night she announces to the plants. She sits down and tackles her Math. Enter B. Burlingham. Hello Gin! Studying! What ' s happened? (8:11) The sound of flying feet echoes down the hall. Enter the Twins — Ruth leading. She dashes to the Morning Exercise List and hastily scribbles her initials, then sinks exhausted into a chair faintly murmuring, My Cow! (8:15) Gin gives up her Math, as hopeless and retires to the hall to exchange confidences with Ann A. Others enter by ones, twos and threes. (8:25) The sound of boisterous voices is heard from the outside door and Betty and Bunny enter. Bunny (gazing around) — Is Lucy here yet? Betty — Here she comes now! Lucy! Do you know he walked home with me last night! I was so thrilled — Lucy — Yes, he told me he was going to — They too retire to the hall. (8:30) Enter Miss von Hofsten — and 8:30 bell rings. Virginia M. starts to call the roll. One or two answer, the rest continue conversing. Miss von Hofsten, do youknow — Lucy, Betty, and Bunny are still out in the hall, but they ' re not absent says Virginia. Mark them absent, is the crisp response. (8:34) Enter Liz proudly baring a yellow slip which proclaims her tardiness — inexcusable! (8:35) Miss von Hofsten — Now Evey! Your lunch check hasn ' t been handed in yet so you ' ll have to go on bread and milk. Evey— Oh, gosh! I told Pop to send a check but I guess he forgot. All is quiet for a moment. Then simultaneously Alee Ann and Welthyan begin to sing — I want to walk where you walk — (etc.) Then Ham pipes up — You would, it ' s just your type! This sets everyone at their ease and conversation flows smoothly. Betty, will you stop? I ' m mad at you! says Florie. Then Jane cuts in— Oh, Ginnie! Do you know what (loud whis- pers) — isn ' t that keen! Miss von Hofsten — Girls — girls — will you please come to order — the bell is going to ring! Curtain. Twenty-eight ailllMlMWIiililllllllH iiimiiaiiiiiegg