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

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THE MIRROR And in spite of laughs and teasing We ' ve enjoyed it very much. The opposition we stand is great But we face it with a smile, And hope the good points of our pets Will be realized after while. A — stands for Al, who now goes to dances He bores most of us boys, but the girls he entrances. B — stands for Bud, the great man with a shop, Two bits when he ' s grown he ' ll be swinging a mop. C — stands for Cox, the cyclist bold, Who ' s never at school on account of a cold. D — stands for Don, the bass with a voice, Mr. Duff had to take him — he had no choice. E — stands for Ed Bagley, of big game fame, He shot two racoons which turned out to be tame. F — stands for Freddie, the guy with the ducks, If Joe Penner were here he ' d probably say Quack. G — stands for Gillie, that round little top, He sang in the opera but he weren ' t so hot. H — stands for Houghteling, our New Deal man, In all the elections he ' s an also Ran . J — stands for Jackie, with a face so red, ' Tis said by many he ' s touched in the head. K — stands for someone, we really can ' t tell, He might be in heaven or may be in L — stands for Larry, the child with the line, He thinks he ' s good, but we think he ' s slime. M — stands for Mechem, the big burly brute, He ' s afraid of the girls, but they think he ' s cute. P — stands for Page, our quiet little chap, When he grows up he ' ll get boistrous — perhaps. R — stands for Robert, who does such great harm, But whatever he does he don ' t give a darn. S — stands for Smith, of dudes he ' s the boss At dances he prances about like a hoss. T — stands for Tom, the Mirror Board mug, If this doesn ' t get in we ' ll think he ' s a lug. W — stands for Washburnes, the nuts of our classes, Some say they ' re smart but teachers say asses. R-F M — stands for Millet, the last of our clan, He acts like a baby, but looks like a man. At parties and dinners they say he ' s so gay, But nuts to him is all we can say. 1935 Page27

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THE MIRROR CLASS OFFICERS Tom Eliot President Don Stern Treasurer OUR PET TROUBLES We find we ' re not so popular, — Or maybe it ' s not us! But anyway the High School Has made an awful fuss. The noises they are horried, The smells, they say, are worse. In spite of all our explanations All they do is curse. The feeble squeaks our animals make Certainly can ' t compare With the bellows and battles the boys create That often rend the air. The odors which sometimes fill the halls Originate down in the Lab, But the animal smells are nature ' s fault, And really aren ' t so bad. It ' s quite surprising what we ' ve learned Of heredity, feeding, and such, Page 26. 1935

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THE MIRROR CLASS OFFICERS President Roger Butz Treasurer Larry Howe THE PERILS OF THE SANDWICH LINE (From a Freshman ' s Point of View) It was nearing ten forty-five when at the sound of the bell thousands upon thousands of seething Homo-Sapiens would pour forth from every door, nook and cranny, and with the skill that comes only after days of practice, make a dash for the Senior ' s room where the sandwich line starts. Strange visitors had better take heed from this article and glance at their watches, if they possess such, so that they will know at what time to leave the building rather than die a horrible death at the hands, or should we say the feet, of the thundering Herd. In case you don ' t know what the sandwich line is, it ' s where the Seniors, fortified behind their lock- ers, hand out the daily sandwiches. This sounds to one unknowing in the ways of Seniors, like a delightfully communistic idea, but my de-ah frens! it is far from such Usually a large proportion of the Freshmen, whose turn always comes last, go away with the pangs of hunger gnawing at their vitals, their appetites unappeased, as the Seniors take seconds or even thirds, and shout, No more. The sandwich line is literally lousy with graft and corruption. And all the poor Freshmen, who are so mistreated at the extra large hands of the Seniors, the large hands of the Juniors, the middlesized hands of the Sophomores, can say is that, There ' ll come a day. Page 28 . 1935