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

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jSbi: A low gentle voice — dear woman ' s chiefest charm. — V. Honnold. Sits he in his study nook With his elbow on a book. — J. Merrill. This is a flower who smiles on everyone. — W. McKeown. A man that fortune buffets and rewards. — P. Beardslee. Ever by quiet step and smile is known. — K. Street. We miss thy quick light step, thy glance of glee. — J. Armstrong. For every inch that is not fool is rogue. — V. Ruffner. Fate tried to conceal him by naming him Smith. — H. Smith. Slight assurance shown by looks. — Shirley McKay. As mild and gentle as a cradle babe. — S. Miller. Give thy thoughts no tongue. — J. Churchill. Come, give us a taste of your quality. — J. Adair. As merry as the day is long. — F. Riddle. It matters not what you are thought to be but what you are. — M. Lynde. Everyone excels in something at which another fails. — F. Alschuler. The head is stately, calm and wise, And bears a princely part, While down below in secret lies A warm, impulsive heart. — E. Sherman. IDLES OF A CLASS I. Latin the deep, Latin the hard to grasp, Latin the favorite of the College Boards, To you we bend a shaking knee indeed, From you we turn with sighs of real relief, See It ' s not your maddening moods we fear, oh muse, Lanncelot Subjunctives are the least of our dismay, and Elaine It ' s not your sullen syntax we despise — That can ' t be helped, we understand your way. It ' s your persistent pulling at our sleeves Your constant calling at us when asleep, Your never-ending need for careful-er work, It ' s all those things that give us fearful dreams. II. From noiseless books and dreams of brilliance dreamt In classes where we find ourselves so dumb, We turn with happier mien and nimbler stride To deeds of arms and legs performed within The gym, where all things noisy soon resort, See the And where our weary minds may vacant be. Holy Grail We may not shine in Alter omnibus Our savoir faire may not be comme il faut But when it comes to hurling basketballs, Or skinning shins with hockey sticks so neat, I ' m sure you couldn ' t find a better class. We ' re satisfied that we ' d be hard to beat. Page Zl

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THA GRATE CLASS UV (With Apologies to Snow Shoe Al) 192 It is well nown around thees parts that tha Junyer class is a good wun becus ther r so meny famus pepul in it. Tha fakulty new just as soon as they seen said class cumin up that it wood be a good wun. Tha Athletic Directer sed he wuz shure he woodn ' t haf to wurry cuz when it cum to materiul this class wuz a volcano uv energy. He wuz shure rite becus if yew look around yew will see junyers on all the teams including the famus All Stars basketball team and children I now yew won ' t be surprised wen I tell yew that tha Junyers r tha best players. The aforesaid menshuned class is wun uv tha biggist what ever comenced from tha loer school and 1 might add tha best. When ever tha musik teacher wants sum singers she just hollers fer one of tha grate class of nineteen-twenty-ate. Mister Smith says we ain ' t what we might be but I sez weel get ther befor weer seenyers if it takes ten years. Now children I can see yure two slepy too sit up much longer so run along to bed and I hope yure as well pleased with tha junyer class as we are. APPLIED QUOTATIONS MULTITUDINES Brevity is the soul of wit. — Joy Fairman. The boy awoke as from a dream And thoughtful looked around. — Francis Lackner. Men are not measured by inches. — B. Cunningham. Miss Susan Brown is a dashing girl As ever revolved in a waltz ' s whirl. — P. Guthrie. In maiden meditation, fancy free. — J. Street. We grant although he has much wit, He is very shy of using it. — Ted Bersbach. I ' m not always witty myself, but the cause that wit is in other men. Porter. Thy modesty is a candle to thy merit. — D. Ferry. A solemn youth with sober phiz Who eats his grub and minds his biz. — J. Putnam. A bold, bad man. — B. Fowle. It ' s such a very serious thing to be a funny man. — Bud Groves. I know it is a sin for me to sit and grin. — E. Cushman. Upon her head deliberation sits. — H. Moore. -Hugh Page 21

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