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

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19— MIRROR — 30 Chorus — Sit with visage pale Leaning on your desk Wond ' ring if we ' ll fail. Too afraid to ask ! Solo— Enter Mrs. Childs. Ah ! Pray make no mistakes, as you do in class, Be very wide awake, and you ' ll all pass Chorus — Let us try to write some French Though the hours are surely creeping. The bell rings, the suspended atmosphere is dispersed and the students Chorus — begin to talk among themselves. See how the profs their marks allot For A is passing, B is not, Though B is brighter, I daresay — Solo — The exams that we take in the spring tra-la Have a great deal to do with our fate. Another Solo — At a desk in old North Shore a Jun-i-or sat, Singing Amo, oh amas, oh amat. And I said to him, Little boy, why must you sit? Singing, Amo, of amas, oh amat. It is weakness of intellect, boy friend, he cried. Solo (addressed to Mrs. Childs) — Do you fancy that I ' ve labored long enough? Information I ' m requesting on a subject most distressing. Is three hours spent on Latin long enough? Chorus (leaving) — With joyous shout and ringing cheer — And that ' s what we mean when we say or we sing, Oh ! bother, exams that we take in the spring — ( Fast Curtain ) Solo in front of curtain instead of encore due to the fact that the cast has gone home immediately after the production. When I walk about the campus and I take a look around I ' ve got a little list, I ' ve got a little list Of pupils of the school, and teachers too, I ' ve found Who never would be missed, who never would be missed. There ' s the boy who throws the spitballs when you ' re running study hall Then asks you foolish questions that you do not know at all. All teachers who arrange it so you feel just like an ass By saying please go on from there when you ' re whispering in class, And friends who take wet towels and flip you with a twist, They ' d none of them be missed. They ' d none of them be missed. The prof who tells you coolly that your answer is the bunk, I ' ve got him on the list, I ' ve got him on the list. And those who make up college boards so everyone will flunk, Thev never would be missed, they never would be missed. All profs who give long lessons that it ' s better not to shirk. Then returning from vacation say Let ' s get down to work. The kids who throw ban ana peels on our gymnasium floor, The Seniors who at sandwich time take second and cry No more! The desperate dux of lunch line who expells you with his fist, I don ' t think he ' d be missed. I ' m sure he ' d not be missed. 23

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19 — MIRROR — 30 Jt had fled from his brain in the heat of the stew, He wrote Dolor, doloris, doloro. All trump upstairs to exams, visibly dejected by the anticipation of the coming event. ( Curtain) ACT II Overture — Really very nice, hut drowned out by more noises of unmistakable origin. Scene — Study Hall before Exams. A group of Juniors is revealed sitting at the tables, getting ready for the exams. Enter Mr. Jones. Chorus — Behold the chief examinationer. A personage of awesome rank and title, A dignified and potent teacher Whose functions are particularly vital. Mr. Jones — As every term it happens that some victims must be found, I ' ve got a little list, I ' ve got a little list Of study hall offenders who I wish were underground And who never would be missed — Enter a few more Junior girls — late, as usual. Chorus — Comes a train of little ladies Hoping for at least a C. Each a little bit afraid is Wondr ' ing what her marks can be. Three little maids to school we come, In all our lessons we are dumb. Filled to the brim with lots of fun, Three little maids from school — To Mr. Jones — So please you, sir, we much regret if we haive failed — Enter Miss Gilbert followed by a lone and pleading Junior. Miss Gilbert- No, in spite of all rogation Such a theme I ' ll not discuss. And on no consideration Will I lightly pass you thus. The Junior — My brain it teems with English themes Both good and new, just made for you. Chorus (Waiting for exams) — With aspect stern and gloomy stride We sit to learn how you decide. , Don ' t hesitate to tell the tale, A dreadful fate awaits us if we fail. Mr. Jones — On these subjects you ' re all of you Dumb, dumb, dumb. Your answers though mam- Are not worth a penny, I think you had better sue — Cumb, cumb, cumb And be J uniors again in the fall.

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