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

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CLASS OFFICERS John Porter, Norman Johnson Hiram Hoskins, Wilfred Barton Alice Ann Clark President J ' ue-President Secretary 23

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THE CLASS WILL We, the Senior Class of the North Shore Country Day School, being in sound mind and body, do hereby make the following bequests as a class: — To the Juniors — Our general outlook as Seniors, (such as it is), and a profound hope that they may live up to our reputation, (to be ascertained at a later date). To the Sophomores — Our good judgment in knowing our places in football, (25-0), and hockey. To the Freshmen — Our general decorum and dignity in all matters relating to school life. In addition, we make the following personal bequests: — Eleanor — Her sudden outburst to Lucy Trumbull; Joy — Her savoir-faire to Muriel Pitcher; Doris — Her neatness to Gould Davies; Jane C. — Her histrionic talent to Elizabeth Sutherland; Winnie — Her golden locks to Teddy Gerhard; Meg — Her vivacity to Patty Jenkins; Jane A. — Her athletic ability to Eleanor Cheney; Virginia H. — Her soft voice to Bud North; Florence — Her fight to Honore White; Susan — Her simplicity to Barbara Bersbach; Pardee — His ability to argue to Sherman Booth; Bill Fowle — His sweater to Norman Johnson; John — His sophistication to Ives Waldo; Billy C. — His good nature to Bruce Benson; Francis L. — His advertising ability to Bill Sullivan; Ted — His attitude to John Porter; Harry — His height to Knight Aldrich; Bud Groves — His speed to Charles Preston; Frances — Her hauteur to Susan Badgerow; Hattie — Her basketball trunks to Hattie Fentress; Ginny R. — Her pep to Mr. Holley; Grant — His eloquence to Fish Howe Dated this eighth day of June, Nineteen Hundred and Twenty Eight, A.D. Signed ,.£»£■ . ' ' I re fats - (rm o-£ h 5, 1

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THE CLASS ROOM AT NOON (A la Shakespeare ' s King Henry the Fifth) Curtain opens. Enter Lord Booth and the Duke Duke— Lord Booth, where went thou yester e ' en? With some Damosel from the Court of France, I trow. L. Booth— Yarlet, tis not so. (He rushes forward and the Duke grabs his neck cloth.) Thou diest, Varlet! Low scoundrel! (He exterminates that nobleman and is engaged in wiping up the grease spots when Sir Wells and Sir Alschuler enter fighting. Stage directions — Alarums) Sir Wells— May God cast his blessing on thee. Sir Al, for I would fain break thy crown. Sir Al — Thou lout! (They clash again. Six chairs and as many tables fall. Enter Sir Norman.) Sir Norman — Peace, gentles, I must e ' en do the Latin or Dame Childs will be in high dudgeon. Sir Wells— Get thee hence, Sir Norman. To arms, scurrilous Knave. Call me rotund, wilt thou? (They clash again. Flourish of trumpets. Enter King John and train.) King John — Peace, gentle Knights! We fain would have a meeting. Lord Von Amnion — What on, my Liege? King John — Nay, I know not. But there shall be one, for naught love I better than a meeting. Lord Von A. — So be it, Your Majesty, but let us not forbid the sport of Chalk- flingin for I love it full well. (The wailing of a lost soul is heard. Enter Bishop Hoskin plajnng trombone.) Sir Norman — My good Sir Bishop, how say ' st thou because in the tongue men call Latin? B. Hoskin — Again? O Lord, ' tis more than I can bear! (Passes out. Exeunt Sir Waldo and Sir ells, the strong men of the court, with the body. Enter Lord Sullivan and Mid-Knight McKeown singing Lord Sullivan ' s latest song, Egad, ' tis more Red than Red and E ' en Hotter than Hot. Sennet. Enter Master Barton.) M. Barton — My Lords, hast anyone seen mine Latin book? Chorus — Nay! (Barton ' s remark has been censored. Earl Davies approaches declaiming. Stage directions — do what you like.) Earl Davies — Gentles, three score and ten years ago our fath ers welcomed Columbus on this continent after Christ was born across the sea. (At this the entire court j umps out the window pausing in mid-air to si ng Searc h throughout the Panorama. 24