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

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Through the trees outside the window the setting sun disappeared over the shabby grass hill. Inside the house the fireplace soothed the quiet room. The gay pictures stood out from the dull blue gray wall. The quilted rug messed with magazines covered the bare brown floor. The little table with the clean ashtray stood by the big dulled orange colored chair. In the bare corner the wood- en varnished chair stood with the gay flowers on the mantle overhead. The shiny bronze and irons in the black fireplace had no more wood to burn. The white plaster designed the fireplace. Nick Johnson The trees on the lawn are as black as soot. Some have leaves as yellow as gold fluttering in the fierce driv- ing wind. Leaves are tumbling to the ground every second. Squirrels scam- per excitedly across the lawn look- ing desperately for food. A dog as white as cotton romps contently into a clump of bushes. Horrified chip- monks scatter from their hide-away in disorder as the huge dog lumbers in and invades their privacy. A snazzy red corvette speeds by furiously and the leaves scatter pell- mell over the lawn. Above a jet plane whizzes through the grey clouds. The cold breeze hints the arrival of winter. Squirrels construct their nest in un- occuppied trees and ignore the occup- pied trees. Birds soar through the ocean of air. The barren trees display that summer is rapidly fading away. Bob Stibolt 29

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Eighth Grade FRONT ROW: Ruth Mayer, Diane Flint, Sue Wells, Laurie Litten, Polly Ross, Gwen Miller, Helen Brown, Art Jessen, Betsy Perkins, Phyllis Becker, Choumy Mac-Arthur, Suki Lipman, Lisa Young SECOND ROW: Ruth Burnell, Steve Geering, Craig Johnson, Jenny Donahue, Michelle Kovvalik, Mila Watkins, George Booz, Jeff Hoffman, Pegge Carton, David Schweppe, Bob Cody, Martin Springer, Don Whiteman, BALCONY: Mary Garvin, Chris Reinhold, Laurie Schmitt, Dean Turner, T. Q. White, Joe Wilkinson, Geff Kenly, Chas Durham, Jim Leslie, Ed Gordon, Fred Alsberg, Huntley Gill, Ken Paul ABSENT: Clancy Philipsborn 28

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All is calm; a serenity cold and chilling. Yesterday ' s leaves have long flamed colors Of scarlet and yellow and wandered Slowly to the ground leaving the trees They once clothed so beautifully bare And naked with stark, gaunt limbs or arms Reaching mournfully for the bluish-black Harvast sky. Life is a thing of the past; the Whole world seems cold and forbidding. The scene is a scene of eternity; the glowering Sky has cupped the Earth since the morn of Time And the trees; knarled and mishapen, seem to have Lined forever. A chill, icy wind breezes through The woods, a silent reminder of the frosty winter ahead. Every bush and tree casts a ghostly shadow through The forest, and one ' s thoyghts turn to the eerie tales Of horrible creatures who wander and roam the wilds At night and have done so since the world began. No living being can long endure being alone on a Night such as this; even the smallest animal of the Woodland seeks others of his own kind. I in turn feel a long for fire and floor, so now I Forsake the cheerless depths of the forest for the Warmth and cheerfulness of men. Spencer Punnett A crisp Monday morning was the best day to have the wash brought in. This was the day three hundred pound Jim wobbled down the street along side a crickety old wagon filled with the Sunder- land ' s laundry and Rascal ' s long awaited piece of peppermint candy. Rascal, by some such sense, was able to sense Fatso ' s arrival to the split second. I personally don ' t think it was because he smelled the candy or Jim from five blocks down the street, but I think by some extra sense he instinctly knew it. Probably Rascal has an acute sense of hearing. When Jim arrived, he carefully watched Ras- cal devour the dainty piece of red and white strip- ed candy as though never knowing how to eat peppermint candy, he was learning for the first time. Jim ' s mother, the North ' s washerwoman, had taught Jim how to make candy when he was small, causing both of them to be extremely fat. Every week Jim would up a batch of peppermint candy, just for Rascal, bring over the choicest piece for Rascal, and then finish up the remaining canes and drops of candy afterwards. Kathie Rorowitz 30