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

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» 1 9 MIRROR 3 CLASS OFFICERS Robert Graves, L. Damman Presidents Motto: Vincit qui sc Vicit MIKE ADO ABOUT NOTHING or THE EXAMS ( )F TITIPU ACT I Overture — Study Hall sounds and Dunlap noises of Junior origin. ( Curtain ) The Scene is laid in Dunlap before Exams. Enter a lot of Juniors, all called by odd Japanese names such as Ju-Ju, which there isn ' t room here to print. Chorus — If you want to know who we are We ' re the Juniors at North Shore. Solo — A hopeless Junior I, a thing of flunks and failures. Another — Flere ' s a pretty mess In a week or less I shall have the bitter knowledge That I cannot go to college. Witness my distress ! Enter Mrs. Gundlach followed by Mr. Smith and Mr. Taylor. 20

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19— MIRROR 30 Mrs. Gundlach— Our great P. D. Smith, virtuous man, When he to rule our school began Resolved to try a plan whereby Young men might learn some Latin So he decreed — Mr. Smith— From every boy and girl obedience I expect, I ' m the principal of this school — Mr. Taylor— And I ' m his Math, teacher-elect A more humane Math teacher never did in North Shore exist. To nobody ' s second I ' m certainly reckoned A true philanthropist. It is my very humane endeavor to make to some extent Each asinine brain a perfect mine of brilliancy and wit. Chorus — And in this test We ' ll do our best Exactly as he says. Exeunt all but Juniors. Enter Mmc. Stoughton Solo by same — Young man despair, likewise go to For CherTommy you cannot do You ' re beaucoup Fou, I ' m sorry for you You very imperfect tranlationer. Junior Solo — And I have loafed for a year or nearly To learn that that poem, which I don ' t remember This day to Miss Gilbert must be recited. Another Solo — At a desk in a school room a suff ' ring youth squirmed Murmuring Dolor, doloris, doloro, My lad, that ' s not right, his stern teacher affirmed, It goes ' Dolor, doloris, clolori ' . Is it weakness of intellect, sonny, she cried, Or sufficient attention which you ' ve not applied? With a shake of his head he despairingly cried — Oh, Dolor, doloris, doloro. He tugged at hi s hair to think better, I trow Gasping Dolor, doloris, doloro, And a cold perspiration bespangled his brow Oh Dolor, doloris, doloro. He sputtered and coughed as he stammered the phrase, Then he stared from his feet to the book in a daze And a twittering remark his companions did raise Whispering Dolor, doloris, doloro. Now I ' m sure that that youth flunked his next term exam Writing Dolor, doloris, doloro. And it must have been useless for him just to cram Learning Dolor, doloris, dolori, For when the time came to proclaim all he knew The hounded refrain he in vain tried to sue, 21