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

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nicest, Spank added generously. Talk about muscles! Yes, yes, I interrupted. But tell me, have you heard from Peggy Boyd? Spankie sighed. When she got hitched, we lost one of the best shaggers in the troop. I gasped You mean she married what ' s — his — name? Yep, she answered, she did. Lack of time forced me to leave the Mac- farland troupe, and as I approached the exit, I noticed Mac McCaleb sitting on a soap box. He wore a pink turtle-necked sweater, and furiously puffed a black cigar. Mac ' s our bouncer, Spankie explained. Cute, isn ' t he? It makes us girls feel so safe to have him around! I gulped and rushed outside. Further on, I was stopped by a familiar name on a clothing store: Howard ' s Hand- some Haberdashery. John, himself, was giving a little man a salestalk in the door- way, and I strained my ears in his direction. My dear chap, John explained, snap- ping his bow tie. No one is wearing white shirts; it ' s not done. We have a stunning flowered shirt ensemble with a chartreuse background, and if worn with our imported violet socks — The little man shuddered and ran off muttering; John flicked one padded shoulder and entered his store. Passing a record shop, I observed a minor riot taking place. A policeman was battling with his victim, and I recognized them as Dick Hart and Pete Kuh. Pete was trying to escape with a record, while Dick, dapper in a policeman ' s uniform, attempted to hand- cuff him. Please, just one more record, sobbed Peter. I ' ve got 99,999, and this one would put me on a round-numbered basis. C ' mon, Dick — for old times sake! No! panted Dick. I haven ' t used my shiney new handcuffs for ages. I exited, realizing how fickle was friend- ship. Around the corner stood a flagpole at least sixty feet high, with a melancholy fig- ure perched on top. Heavens, who ' s that? I questioned an onlooker. Someone named McCluskey, I was told. He claims life is but a farce, and he ' s staying up there until he can think of a really good reason to come down. So far, he ' s done nothing but toss peanut shells on the people below. I dodged a volley myself and traveled on. Suddenly, with a loud blast, a long green car drew up beside me. It was Loey and Anne, and after greeting them, I asked what they were doing. Loey was aghast. What! she cried, throwing away a banana peel and starting on an almond Hershey. Haven ' t you seen Anne on Broadway? No, I gulped. Is she an actress? Anne blushed modestly, just missing a telegraph pole, while Loey explained, She ' s the greatest living actress today. I ' m here to watch her diet — you know what food can do! Want a Life Saver? she questioned. No, said I, pitying Anne ' s hungry ex- pression. That afternoon Anne and Loey took me to a concert given by Helen and Mary Adams, back from their European tour. Mary had acquired a foreign accent and smoked Tur- kish cigarettes in a long jeweled holder, while Helen sported a devastating Lelong gown and six diamond bracelets. They sang beautifully, and were accompanied by those amazing artists, Harriet Case and Merritt Starr. Afterwards, Harriet and Merritt invited us out to their rose-covered cottage in Win- netka, but unfortunately my time was too limited. Back on the street, I saw a brass band ap- proaching, evidently heralding a tall man rolling along on a ball. It was Roger Fisher, and he carried a sign announcing: Around the World on a Ball — Non Stop Flight. Roger looked quite strained, and had a dif- ficult struggle in balancing and driving off souvenir hunters. Wearily I went into a drug store for norish- ment, and while downing a coke, I noticed a most peculiar contraption on the counter. That ' s called ' Wieboldt ' s Folly ' , the clerk explained. The inventor forgot to explain what it was, but it must be good. That guy ' s an electrical wizard. Where ' s Wieboldt now? I queried. He ' s on an Hawaiian expedition, but you know how much he ' ll accomplish with all those hulas around! The man winked know- ingly. Hmm, I always thought Jim was the monk type, I murmured as I left the store. A movie next door drew my eye, and I bought a ticket, for relaxation from my lively afternoon. A newsreel flashed on, and re- vealed Eleanor Daughaday. This fearless woman has done much for the African Flat- foots, the announcer ' s voice began. Here she is shown converting the savages to red coats, just like her own, when a young girl in America. The savages were shown clasp- ing the coats tightly to their brown bodies, while Eleanor, in a white helmet, smiled in gleeful pleasure. When I came out, I noticed an engaging figure flipping pancakes in a store window across the street. Yes, it was Bill Davies, (Continued on page 68)

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Third flow— R. Stafford, W. Howe, W. Hughes, A. Langtry, T. Daughaday, G. Eldredge, H. Bartholomay, J. Miller, T. Stern, A. Walsh, D. Flannery, S. Warner, R. Blackburn. Second Row — L. Brashears, F. Davis,, S. Warner, V. Deane, M. Hoyt, B. Wakeley, B. Shire, C. Boyd, E. Coolidge, J. Goodman, J. Adams, N. Graff, T. Keator. First flow — P. Finney, B. Dick, S. Bensinger, M. Ballard, N. Loomis, M. Morse, P. Goodrich, E. Kuh. SOPHOMORES I ' ve thought of many things to tell About our Sophomore class, And have to mention just a few So much has come to pass. The faculty has striven hard To fill our minds with knowledge, In hopes that we will make them proud Of work we do in college. Our boys were good at football; The girls at hockey, too; The Sophomores playing basketball Could show you what to do. We helped along the Vaudeville With Kaplan and Winnie-The-Pooh While Gondoliers produced some stars With voices clear and true. We had good sports for parents; - They turned out ' most en masse, To show us what we look like, Now we ' re a Sophomore class. We seemed to cause them worry ' Bout cars and dates and thin gs, But hope we have convinced them We ' re normal human beings. We ' ve had our cares and troubles And also pranks and fun, But think we ' re pretty clever When all is said and done.