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

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THE MIRROR Us Sophomores When we come back tuh skule las ' fall, And parked our hats in Dunlap Hall, Tuh us the biggest kick of all Was bein ' Sophomores. We hada fight wit might an ' main A little reputation for tuh gain, An ' then that rep tuh maintain For us Sophomores. The fust thing was a football game That brung tuh the class some well earned fame An told the skule about de name Of us Sophomores. Den along come de Vaudeville And we really handed dem a thrill Cause our acks filled mosta de bill. Boy, Us Sophomores! An ' de dramer claimed us too, dey say, Because George Washington ' s Birthday Was made famous with a play By us Sophmores. De Soph Hop was de bestest dance Since first de skule began to prance, An ' de others didn ' t have a chance Wid us Sophmores. As a class we was a grate success An ' dat was due, we must confess Tuh de brains an ' looks an ' strength, no less Of us Sophmores. Twenty-five 19 3 2

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THE MIRROR I was greatly surprised to find a large group of girls down there, but there they were, having a bridge party. They were all bound in chains, but a little thing like that can ' t hinder Miss Bell, nor Miss Zeiss, nor Miss Harding, nor Bice. It also appeared that Kay Bulger, Debby Leonard, Betty Booth, and Evie Schumann were quite at home in chains. My guide then showed me Jimmy Giles and Jon Strong, baking over a fire which Colton Daughaday was stoking. Hot stuff! I called out to him, but I ducked, and it missed. Then, to my great surprise, a large basket plunked into a space before us, and we got into it. I don ' t know how we got into the sky, but we did. Up and up we went, at such a terrific speed that I sneezed and saw the world spread out like a map be- low me. After going up steadily for several hours, we reached some pearly gates. We stopped, and I clambered out onto a cloud. When I looked around, Mr. Corkran had disappeared, so I walked up to the pearly gates. Saint Steven Paul unlocked the gates for me. He explained that it was really Peter ' s job, but it was his day off, and he was taking his place. Inside I found Mr. Taylor wandering about dreamily. He told me that he had recently been elected president of the Angel ' s Society for Looking into the Hard-Times Situation . I congratulated him, which made him so happy that he smiled all over and recited a formula. Then I saw a sign which invited me to enter the Harvey Huston saloon, so I did. At one end of the saloon, Miss Crilly, Miss Burley, and Miss Stern were sitting strumming their harps, with heavenly looks on their sweet faces. Miss Bartelme waited on the tables and did very well. Upon leaving the saloon I saw a huge newspaper building across the street. I found that it belonged to Roger Ballard, Tom Jones, and Barton Bosworth, who published the flourish- ing newspaper, Heaven Eyes , which had as a slogan, Heaven onlv Knows. These boys! After that, such strange things happen ed that you wouldn ' t believe me if I told you what they were, and ink costs too much to waste these days. Twenty-four 19 3 2

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THE MIRROR Twenty-six 19 3 2