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

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THE HINGE OF FATE The door of fate is heavy As it swings hard and fast. The noise it makes cannot compare To what happens if you dare To venture long in earth ' s own tomb . The door of fate so heavy. The hinges rust Such noise does make, When some small hand Makes the mistake .... A scream, a yell, The fingers grab But it ' s not there The handle slips, Then silence reigns. The doors have won, Freedom lost. They ' ve been conquered, No more glee, They ' ve been conquered For eternity. Susan Severson In the year 1999 there was a man named Orville Finn. Orville had extremely big ears. Orville ' s mother was embarassed to take him out without his bonnet. When Orville got older and went to school, all the children would laugh at him be- cause his ears were so big. When Orville grew up he was embarassed to go to work. Orville went to an ear doctor to see if he could make his ears smaller. But the doctor made his ears twice as large. Orville felt very discouraged and unhappy. One morning, Orville woke up and heard strange sounds. Everyone thought that Orville was just hearing things. He finally invited a scientist over to see if the sounds meant any- thing. The scientist said that it was Martian language and that Orville could hear millions of miles away. The scientist translated the Mar- tian language and said that the Martians wanted to attack us. When the Martians did try to attack us, we drove them off. Orville became famous and everyone wanted to have big ears like Orville. Rocky Wirtz

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Sixth Grade FRONT ROW: Anne Leimert, John Ayer, Genevieve Cremin, Marianne Ware, Nancy Green, David Bergman, David Dobkin, William Stern, Katheryn Dole, Eliza Millard. SECOND ROW: James Restin, Rocky Wirtz, Thomas Boal, Ellen Benson, Catherine Welch, Mark Milliken, Ann Howard, Peter Jefferson, Alison Hurd, James Flynn. THIRD ROW: Crispin Colvin, Susan Severson, Mark Preece, Gideon Searle, David Severson, Charles Lyon, William Wilson, Sharon Siskin, Spencer Pun- nett, Barrett Hills, Eunice Jackson. [ 28 ]

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THE DANGERS OF CHEMISTY A green little chemist, On a green little day, Mixed some green little chemicals, In a green little way. The green little grasses, Now tenderly wave, O ' er the green little chemist ' s, Green little grave. David Bragman There is a baby-blue, roaring car with shimmering sides and disk-like hub caps. I can see stream-line bikes that swiftly glide on the smooth street. There is a flag with shiny blood red, peace white, and bluebird blue. There are many brick-red bikes park- ed by the side of a jail. The Father of wind is so calmly blowing, like a dove. The leaves are yellow from being scarred by the terror of falling. I see a green roof, green as the grass. I see a black roof, that is black as death. There is a squirrel on a bike, pretending he ' s riding it. I see a can on a telephone pole, looking so stern and still, with much power in it. There is a root of a tree, like a hand stretching out for life. I can see a telephone pole looking like a cross for a dead giant. There is a tree looking like a cactus in the west. It is a beautiful picture, made to describe. Peter Jefferson THE DRAGON SHIP (Inspired by studying the Vikings in school) No more does she sail over sea and wave, That valiant ship and her crew so brave, No more does her colorful banner wave, No more does the cry of the foreman ring: Hey! Heave away! Heave away! Her dragon prow, so graceful and proud Now lies at the bottom of the sea. Her gilded sides, now rotten and worn, Were strong and robust, until that storm. Hey! Heave away! Heave away! That storm was the father of all, we learn. It shook the ship from stem to stern, And she sank to her final resting place At the bottom of the deep blue sea. Hey! Heave away! Heave away! And still the haunting cries come back: Hey! Heave away! Heave away! Eunice Jackson [ 30 ]