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

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A PLEASANT DREAM Eight forty -five and I was late. I wondered what would be my fate. Breathless I waited, but all in vain. You ' ve hurried son, now that ' s a shame. Sit down and rest, the teacher said. Too much exertion and you ' ll be dead. Then to Latin on I went Wondering what the heck he meant. With fear, I planned to do my best On that awful Latin test. No test today, the teacher said. Laugh or play or home to bed. Forget your work and have some fun. Go out into the pleasant sun. Study hall was scheduled next. Into it I went perplexed. The student ' s were running all around. I joined in all the fun I found. We yelled and laughed and pushed and hit. The teacher came — we feared a fit. Instead, he said, Don ' t let me disturb — Your fun I do not want to curb. Hurry up or you ' ll be late! Breakfast served and we won ' t wait. I sat right up and scratched my head. Could I be still at home in bed And was all this a pleasant dream? It was — rather unreal it did seem.

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REVIEW The Sophomore Class, of which I am one, Finds growing up to be quite fun. During the course of the passing year We ' ve learned to overcome each fear. We started out most worriedly, As Sophomores are supposed to be, Going through a certain stage, we learned, Which is difficult for all concerned. But has this suppressed us? Golly, no! Ours is a class of get-up-and-go. We gave a Morning Ex on The ' hamburglars ' and ice r crem ' . And speaking of eats, those sandwiches which Some certain parties gave a pitch Up to the ceiling, so blue and sunny, Some people did not consider funny. Tripping hither, tripping thither , Iolanthe found us in a dither. But the Sophomore Dance revived us all. And then exams, our sad down-fall. In a very short time our class will pass Into Eleventh, alack, alas. For Tenth Grade has been lots of fun, And I know we ' ll be sorrv when it ' s all done.

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