Roycemore School - Griffin Yearbook (Evanston, IL)

Text from Pages 1 - 108 of the 1941 volume:

X THE GRIFFIN Roycemore School Evanston, Illinois 19.4.1 Volume XXIV 5 5+ at VL appreciation of her years of untiring devotion and interest that have implanted in all Roycemore girls a loyalty to our School, we, the Class of l94l dedicate this volume of The Griyin to our beloved Miss REBECCA Asniw. Have you ever thought of what it would be like if suddenly you were deprived of your steam-heated home, of electricity, comfortable transportation, radios, automobiles, and tele- phones? These things have all been developed within the last fifty years. My speech is not about the mechanical achievements of our twentieth century, but about someone we know who has seen these changes take place. Every interesting story must have a central figure around which it revolves, and I'll begin my tale back in the 1880's and carry it down to the present day. My heroine spent her early childhood in Wisconsin and Iowa. When she was seven, her courageous and pioneering parents moved their little family to South Dakota. They expected a certain amount of hardships and came prepared to face them, but they never anticipated the terrific storms that began in mid-October. There are tales of ,busy happy days when the children learned to ride the Indian ponies, feed the stock, walk five miles to the country school, and then retum home to help with the domestic tasks and even assist in gathering and twisting the tall field grass which was carefully stored away in the barn to be used as fuel when the winter's supply ran low. Night time was exciting, because after the dishes were put away, and the school tasks completed, the three little girls would huddle cozily in the large feather bed, while their mother sewed by a small kerosene lamp, and their father read aloud to them tales from Scott and Dickens. Character traits are developed early in our lives, and a trait that our heroine has retained, even to this present-day, is a reserved shyness. In childhood this was a great handicap, for her tears fiowed readily, but as she grew older this habit was corrected, though the shyness still persisted. Perhaps this very trait en- deared her to an aunt and uncle who lived in St. Paul, for when she was sixteen, they noticed that her interests were directed along educational lines, and urged her to attend State Teachers' College at Winona, Minne- sota. Here her work was of such high stand- ing that she was chosen valedictorian of her class. Her first position was at Little Falls, Minne- sota. This was a gay, happy period in her life. She was well liked by the young men and women of the town. She took her teach- ing seriously, preparing carefully for all her classes. Her ability was recognized, for the following year, at the age of twenty, she was appointed principal of the St. Cloud High School. We next find our heroine attending Ober- lin College in Ohio, and tales of young men serenading her, and singing Nut Brown Maiden, add excitement to her scholarly pursuits. The adventures of travel lured her and she spent the following year in France, living with a French family, studying at the Sorbonne, and gradually acquiring her ex- cellent pronunciation and understanding of French. Back at Oberlin her work in art and French history was accepted toward her de- gree. With this background, she was offered a splendid position at Mt. Vernon Seminary and remained there for many years teaching art. The taste of European life inspired her to repeat her travels, and every summer for many years she either took a group of students or accompanied her aunt and uncle to the continent. Her record of twenty-four cross- ings is an enviable one! Some of the places that this pioneer girl from the plains of South Dakota visited are the Italian lake country, Spain, the Dalmatian coast, Germany, and Belgium, where she acquired valuable mate- rial toward her master's degree in art. She lingered in England and Ireland, and stories have come to me that she kissed the Blarney Stone! After a number of years at Mt. Vernon, an exciting offer to become associate principal of a newly organized mid-western school for girls and a chance for promotion, influenced her to leave Mt. Vernon and affiliate herself with Roycemore. Miss Julia Henry was prin- cipal, and Miss Susan White head of the lower school. To this group the new associate prin- cipal was a distinct asset. Upon Miss Henry's death in 1924, this reserved, capable person stepped into the position she now holds. We, her students, realize the countless in- tangible things that she has given us: her understanding of nature, art, history, and the Bibleg her appreciation of music and drama: her skillful management of our school through times of war and depression, and her love and sympathy for human nature. As an outward sign of our love and gratitude, we set aside today to honor you-Miss Ashley. -Constance Klaner, XII Form I , Y ' Z . - M. vi I ,.... 'Q w xa. , , . ' 1xa..1-fx W' A 4, . . ,-f vi ,6, 's , 1,1 A04 ' ,, 9? 4--.. -..,., A 'Jw 'X 1 emnugv f I .fy xy . .41 2.3 1 f fb Vw 4 Editor-in-Chief .. Associate Editor . Business Manager Senior Editor . . . Assistant Business Literature ...... Photographs .... Feature Section . Activities ..... Athletics . . . Dramatics ..... Art and Design . Snapshots ...... Gir1iiHEiin1 Board Manager . . . Senior Advertising Solicitor . . . Junior Advertising Solicitor .... A Martha Harbrecht Judith Gillfillan Elizabeth Austin Jane Allan Loeb Jeanne Gousha Marjorie Amos Jean Sullivan Shirley Mellor Aveline Bowman Dale Bogert janet Ingram Peggy Magie jCarolinc Ericson lVirginia Mowry Courtney Cook 5 Carolyn Conley lAnne Tilden age 8 ROYCEMORE GRIFFIN .l l Faculty MIss REBECCA SHERMAN MRs. KEITH PRESTON ......... MIss MARY E. BARCLAY .... MIss ANNE HOLMES . . . MIss LOUISE HAGERTY MRs. LAWRENCE S. WRIGHT .... MIss ELIZABETH JEAN Cox .... MIss DOROTHY CAHILL ...... MRS.JOHN G. MCALLISTER .... MIss MARION MCKENZIE .... MISS KATHARINE L. PARKS .... MRs. DOROTHY HINMAN HINII . MRs. DONNELL C. HowE .... MRs. NoRMAN A. LANG ...... MIss ELIZABETH K. WILLIAMSON . . . MIss FLORENCE NUSSBAUM .... MIss MILDRED HOLT ..... MIss LULU LANGSTON .... MIss EMMA HOLMES ..... MRS. SPENCER D. SMITH .... MLLE. MARGUERITE CAzEs . . . MRs. G. LEONARD SULLY . . . MIss MARIE HJERMSTAD .. . MIss NATALIE ROCKMAN . . . MISS ELINOR RICE .... MISS MADI BACoN . . . MRs. P. B. KOHLSAAT . . MIss FRANCEs BADGER . . . MIss ALMA BIRMINGHAM . . . MISS BARBARA AUSTIN . . . . . . . . MIss MILDREII SPRAGUE .... MIss EDITH LAPHAM ...... MIss MADELEINE H. EYLAND . . . MIss CLARIssA SMITH ...... C1iDQl .D SPRING . 1941 ASHLEY . . . ...................... Principal . .......... Associate Principal, Latin . . . . .Associate Principal, Lower School . . . . .Associate Principal, Primary School ................Latin .. . .English . . . .English . .. .French . . . . .French ........History . . . . .Mathematics . . . .Algebra, Latin ........Science ........Science ..........EighthForm . . . .Seventh Form .Fifth and Sixth Forms .........Second Form . . ...... First Form . . . . . . . . .Kindergarten . . . .Lower School and Primary French . . . .Lower School and Primary French . . . . .Physical Training . . . . .Physical Training ............Drama . . . .Music ....Mu.sic .....Art ......Piano .............Librarian . . . . .Secretary and Bookkeeper .............Secretary Director of Lunchroom . . . . . . . . .School Nurse page 9 Senior Prophecy Suddenly one day out of the blue An inspiration came, You may not want to listen But you'll hear it all the same: When Midge left Roycemore's hallowed halls She went to Russia's party brawls. She said she made herself that promise When first she heard of Norman Thomas. Mary Anderson went to sea With tackle and tarpaulin, She said she surely hoped that she Would catch a great Blue Marlin. In the soothing quiet of genteel halls Our Libby sits at ease. With dainty flowered needlework She says she aims to please. Sally spends all day at home Over the frying pan. She says she's proud of her husband 'Cause he's such a Andy -man. Above the clicking eastanets And greasy gamblers making bets, The rhumba dancer, 'mid the gale Of wide skirts, swings-and-there is Dale! Avie's got a true life work, Naught but perfection will please her. Because she's writing, in Latin, of course, The Life and Loves of Caesar. Betsy's our first ladyg She married Willkie's song She got her experience making Our Student Government run. Courtney's face on bill-boards now Is able to be seen. She's working hard for Lucky Strike, The Nation's Cigarette Queen. page I0 Nancy Drake's the quiet one- She never giggles, doesn't rung lt's not because she's on the fence: She believes in Passive Resistance. Poor Caroline Ericson! She saw So many photos she became A candid-camera addict whose Startling pictures gained her fame. Prim Darlene Foley order keeps, She stays alert and cool. One must, you know, she said to us When one runs a girl's school. Poor Martha Harbrecht! One could weep' She never had her fling: A fussy, tea-drinking Old Maid, Disturbed by everything. Liz Ferguson opened up a shop Intending to specialize- It's called Betty's Beauty Shoppe- Specialty: Hair Dyes. The hockey-balls are flying 'round, 'Butt janet Ingram does not stir. Intrepid janet gives no ground: Athletic Director. Her dreamy eyes and rosebud lips Are often to be seen, For Cary johnson is a Star Upon the silver screen. Marg E. johnston got tamed down, She grows Delphiniums out of town On her little country farm Where she can't do any harm. Connie sleeps through every meeting Of the Senate, which she rules. She always knows what's happening: Good training of our Roycemore Schools ROYCEMORE GRIFFIN just a gay butterfly, Nothin' is doin', Let's guess who this may be- . Nancy McKewen. joy is Rivera's scholar Painting murals for a dollar. Though her prices aren't for surplus, Her murals have a Social Purpose. When you unfold the Morning News, Look to the funnies first, and choose The best-drawn one, and now you see That it is done by Peg Magie! Shirley Mellor's kindly wit Relieved her of her worries, She's writing little sunny books And also, Children's Stories. Molly with her Southern drawl Keeps on saying, Oh, you-all, Right back whence she came, no doubt, Totin' a gun around-about. janet dyed her red hair black, just so she can say, I'm janetska Richardsonovitch Of the Roosian Ballet. Comrade Ryan throws a bomb With the greatest of aplomb. For she's an Anarchist now, Likes to help in any row. Guess what! In 1955 Our Arlee Rue, no other, Became a shining symbol: America's Ideal Mother! Helen teaches in a lab. From her pupils she exacts All the answers,-'cause she knows All the Scientific Facts. joan likes the South American Way, Because she likes to dance and play. She also likes to play and sing. Shh! joany's got a wedding ring. Sully's gone to Hollywood Because her figure,s so darn good. When asked how she became so slinky Sully said, My diet's dinky. Teasley's in her element, Leads the lads with gracious hand- She's wife of Princeton's President, In Tigertown, University Land. Virginia's supple fingers O'er the keys do trill. She's with a hot blues orchestra, Giving jazz a thrill. My inspiration stopped here, And so I never knew just what the future holds for me, And, luckily, neither will you. CJiZSiD SPRING - 1941 page ll Class Will We, the Class of 1941, having spent the four best years of our lives in hard labor for our Alma Mater and thereby having earned our freedom, wish to leave the fruits of our toil and our last worldly remains to the fol- lowing: To the incoming wolverines we leave the west windows of the Senior Study. To the aptest of Roycemore athletes we leave our pyramids and the hop-scotch in our assembly, and to the delicate-a comfortable couch. To the Juniors we reluctantly leave Senior Speeches, Scholastic Aptitudes, and College Boardsg to the incoming Freshmen a copy of the Student Government constitution and a warning on the evils of Upper School. Gush-A Connie Klaner leaves The Life and Loves of E. S. P. to Wayne Nash. Sally Bogan wills her school-clay glamour to Shirley Fitzgerald. joan Stover and janet Ingram leave the library in peace to Margaret jo Laird and Jeanette Kempf. Arlee leaves her fingernails to Ricie with two packages of emery boards in case any modifications are necessary. Teasley leaves her halo to Roumelle Stine. Avie Bowman leaves her double talk to the Sophomores. Libby Austin and jane Loeb leave their Kleenex to any fellow-sufferers. And now the Seniors leave. 9 5' exam, 'as..mLn,o1.-.f.-vv..5xa.,.x, e,,.,,1-.tax l-'BBQ llualin, 'Tron-sure: aut S150-l.A' 'RQ vtl.lI.4.u.f!-fain. page I2 ROYCE M ORE GRIFFIN SIENIIURS CCS?YD mary .xgnafem on Marjorie .Am Q-s. 6ZzaAefA .Jdu,5LLirL W Q Wxwggf Www K .sim Law .xduegne Kaufman georgia, .lui gogerf Gm any HOME RN Courlfneg C204 garogne gicaon Wane? .EPGLZ ,ii gAZdL0tA ,CL2I'gll,50l'L Q 1 X O msg? E X XQXQYN N' xl qlfxfifibsg ,. , XA . , wg ZPLFLG ,Z By KM! QM , ,lg-gf ,, ,K V jdnfet GNL jngfam Wafflm J4!afLml,f KHFOAIEB y 04115011- argaref jokrwfon Af--' Jan? .fdffdllf Joeg Cond fance Na Rm We NN W6ll'LCy WCLWBM ,gziriy Weffor yo, mme 'f-lun 'QP'-Hb mm WCM! ,wiwwmgm pqanef HCAEPLL .zdrge lgue Skerriff WW, W, f ff f .144 en Snmeruifi -. fxkxlii - Sill 5 - e Q29 . , Q Nigfixgx Sx5xWSaYi?:3Q N X X xx QNX 5x3 X mx L QQ E QQRXSSSN Q. X N.. X . -5 1.2 x , 'Xf 4 N315 ,X .gm-,mm . .gf f, WSW- 0012 t0l!2l' 5 fm 5 : Q? egg 52553 rf '52, an' - ug X W ,rm ' fgefwgq ,Q :- 3. I ead eg yeah .S7llL!AUdl'l, irginia, enger il. 'U x W .72 x A 'K Eleventh Form First Semester President .............. . . .Jeanne Gousha Vice-President, Secretary . . . . .Babs Thomas Treasurer ......,..... . . . Judy Gilllillan Representative Weona Armstrong Peggy Bradley Carolyn Conley Shirley Dean Berenice Fleisehmann Judy Gillhllan -Ieanne Goushzi Joan Harris Barbara Ives Therese Jordan Marcia Kuhnen . . .Anne Tilden Janet Linthicum janet Morrissey Virginia Mowry Frances Patton Shirley .lean Robinson Babs Thomas Serond Semester Babs Thomas Peggy Bradley Shirley Robinson Billie Mlilliamson Anne Tilden Corinne Veale Peggy YNickman Pearl Anne Yvieboldt Billie Mfilliamson a e ROYCEINIORE GRIFFIN 9 A K... -w 2 QL 'SC' ,- Q - -4 - is . Tenth Form First .Semester President ,.........,.,. .... S hirley Fitzgerald Vice-President. Secretary . . . .... Virginia Russell Treasurer ............ .... E lizabeth Dilling Representative . . . .... -Ioan Moore .Iosephine Alther Sue Buckley Diane Chamherlaine Virginia Daniels Elizabeth Dilling Molly Dowse svkim: - 194 1 .Xnainary Evans Shirley Fitzgerald Patsy Harbrecht Patricia Holloway julie Lane Dorothy MacArthur jacqueline McCurdy .Ioan Moore Nancy Mueller VVayne Nash Nancy Nock .Indy Peake 410' Second Semester julie Lane Virginia Russell Elizabeth Dilling Judy Peake Geraldine Tabin Anne Tippens Marcia Mae Wynkoop Julie Zisehke Sue Potts Virginia Russell age mu it Ninth Form President ........ . ......, Vice-President, Secretary .... Treasurer ............. Representative ........,. .... Mary Black Barbara Dennis Bobsy Bogan Joan Burgess Patricia Coombs page 32 Suzanne Edwards Bobsie Frost Louise Grulee Eloise Hughes First Semester janet Wagner Mary Black Bobsie Frost Suzanne Edwards Jeanette Kempf Margaret Jo Laird India Parkhill Martha Pirie Nancy Pirie Second Semester Louise Grulee Bobsy Bogan Barbara Dennis Jeanette Kempf Mary Lou Ruxton Edith Seaman Roumelle Stine Janet Wagner ROYCEMORE GRIFFIN ACTIVITIES CCSSYYD Student Government Board The Student Government Board, elected by the Commonwealth and repre- senting the entire high school student body, plans several activities as well as regulates the discipline of the school. Two of the main activities of the Board are the newspaper, with an editor on the Student Govemment Board, and an editor elected by the Commonwealth, contributed to by all the students, and the Commonwealth Prom, given in February and organized by the Board. Town meetings are held to discuss amendments to the constitution, which was written in 1915, and to propose new activities and recommendations of the Board to the student body. STUDENT GOVERNMENT OFFICERS 1940-1941 President .................................................. Betsy Brown Vice-President . . . .... Babs Thomas Secretary .,.. .... I lane Loeb Treasurer , . . .... Sue Buckley page ROYCEMORE GRIFFIN Athletic Board Jtoqtofitogti President ....... . . . Connie Klaner Vice-President ,... .... N Iudy Gillfillan Secretary ...... .... D ale Bogert Treasttrer ........ .... P eggy M agie Head of Hockey .... .... B abs Thomas Head of Basketball ..,. ...I I eanne Gousha Head of Baseball .... .... S hirley Fitzgerald Head of Track .... ..., N ancy Mueller Head of Health .....,......... . . . Shirley Robinson Head of Miscellaneous Activities .... .... K Ianet Linthicum Student Government Representative. . . . . . joy lNIcPherrin SPRINQQ . 1941 paw, 35 ' by ' .Abi iwgmg t A H, M 4 gm +4 S ..s Y. , .4.w v W X.. Gaia H.. A ,A-,xr - fm ,ix -wi 1 .1-af his. M' Q! XM? rf .4-gp. -9 Wu 73 III Zfijif 'lil I A A ffflf . .pf A Q 9 Q X, .N X , f X A.-if ' A EM: vu ,X ' 'NH X fr- ! in R ,LS Tx -A fxa..:..pf - gg- 'xg 1 . YK . we 'M-Q Aiwa if ' ' ,..a.a,..x 'S'f -x.,gY,E'f wQSf' - B ..8N' fN'm I f Q-fe.. 1w S'-im , M. A' y !,, 5,j 5 dw ' Q xx I M. ,AWS HOCKEY SCORES INTERSCHOLASTIC Roycemore vs. North Shore Country Day School First Team ........................................... 4-0 fNorth Shore, Second Team . . ..... 3-0 fNorth Shorej Third Team . . . ..... 3-0 fNorth Shorej Fourth Team . . .............. ..... 3 -2 fkoycemorej CLASS TEAMS First Place-Sophomores Third Place-Juniors Second Place-Seniors Fourth Place-Freshmen BASKETBALL SCORES INTERSCHOLASTIC Roycemore vs. Girls' Latin School of Chicago First Team ........................................... 22-7 fGir1s' Latiny Second Team . . . ................ .... 3 l-12 fGirls' Latinj Cmss T.1aAMs First Team Tournament Second Team Tournament First Place-Seniors First Place-Sophomores Second Place-Sophomores Second Place-juniors Third Place-juniors Third Place-Seniors Fourth Place-Freshmen BASKETBALL SQUAD First Team Second Team Bogan, Captain Austin Thomas, Captain Nock johnson Buckley Ingram Gousha Johnston McPherrin Drake Fitzgerald Klaner Brown Holloway Moore Bowman Ferguson Chamberlaine Patton Mueller Brown First Place Second Place Third Place Seniors Walter Huth Kirtland Ballinger B. Magie Harrison Allen Winston SPRING - 1 g41 juniors Ferguson Stockton Klaner Austin Bowman Drake Anderson Webb TRACK REPORT FOR THE SPRING OF 1940 flileventh Form: 183 points 2.Ninth Form: 183 points . . . . . .Tenth Form: 176 points Twelfth Form: 166 points Sophomores Kuhnen Linthicum Veale Thomas Morrissey Price Fleischmann Conley Freshmen Buckley Mueller Chamberlaine Peake Tabin Moore Nock Fitzgerald page 37 Primary and Lower School Palio 11941.11 JUDGES Miss Donna Niles . . . .......... Northwestern University Miss Alice DeBower . . . ..... Evanston Township High School Miss Frances Lethlean ...................... Central High School, Glencoe The American Hag carried by Betsy Brown, President of Roycernore Com- monwealth. The Palio Banner carried by Eloise Hughes, Louise Grulee, and Nancy Pirie, officers of the Freshman class, winners of the Palio in 1940. Miss Natalie Rockman, Director of Physical Education in the Primary and Lower Schools. PRIMARY SCHOOL PLACES Posture: Third Form Daily Work: Fourth Form LOWER SCHOOL PLACES Posture Palio lst Place .......... Anne Haskell lst Place ............. Seventh Form 2nd Place .......... Ann Blunt 2nd Place .... ..... E ighth Form 3rd Place .,... ...Estelle Blunt 3rd Place .... ..... F ifth Form 4th Place .......... Susan Schreiner 4th Place .... ..... S ixth Form Upper School Palio JUDGES Miss Helen C. james . Director, Warwick Woods Camp Miss Iris Boulton . . .New Trier Township High School Mrs. Floyd Thornan .Former Instructor in Physical Education, Roycemore School The American Flag carried by Betsy Brown, President of Roycemore Com- monwealth. The Palio Banner carried by Nancy Delaney, Bennette Freeman, and Dorothy Amend, members of the class of 1940, winners of the Palio in 1940. Marie Hjermstad, Director PLACES Posture Palio lst Place ........ Shirley Fitzgerald lst Place .... ........ Se niors 2nd Place ......., Margaret Johnston 2nd Place .... ..... S ophomores 3rd Place ........ jean Sullivan 3rd Place .... ..... J uniors 4th Place ........ Suzanne Edwards 4th Place .... ..... F reshmen page ROYCEMORE GRIFFIN Masque and Dirk Board PRESIDENT .... ........ . .JANET INGRAM HEAD OF SECRETARY .... ....... B ETSY BROWN HEAD OF STAGE ............. JOAN STOVER LIGHTS ......... MARJORIE AMOS TREASURER ............ CAROLINE JOHNSON HEAD OF PROPERTIES .... SHIRLEY MELLOR HEAD OF PUBLlClTY ..,.... JEAN SULLIVAN HEAD OF MAKE-UI' ..... ELIZABETH AUSTIN HEAD OF COSTUMES ...,.. JOY MCPHERRIN DIRECTOR ...,......... MISS ELINOR RICE MEMBERS Alther Conley Grulee Laird Russell B. Bogan Dilling M. Harbrecht Lane Sherritt S. Bogan Drake P. Harbrecht McCurdy Tabin Bogert Edwards Ives McKewen Thomas Bowman Evans Johnston Moore Tilden Bradley Fitzgerald Jordan Mueller Veale Buckley Fleischmann Kempf Nash Wagner Chamberlaine Foley Klaner Nock Wynekoop Peake Zischke SPRING - lQ4l page 39 Berkeley Square by JOHN BALDERSTON The Characters in Order of Their Appearance: Wilkins, the maid ..,.,,..................................... jean Sullivan Tom, the Pettigrew son .........................,,........., Shirley Mellor Kate, the eldest daughter .......... ..... M arjorie Amos Lady Anne Pettigrew, the mother .... ..... j anet Ingram Mr. Throstle, Helen's suitor .......... ...... ' Teasley VVebb Helen, the youngest daughter ........... .... C aroline Johnson The American Ambassador to England .... ..... L ibby Austin Mrs. Barwick, the housekeeper ........... .... j oy McPhe1-rin Peter Standish, of the 20th Century .... ...... U Ioan Stover Marjorie Franl, his fiancee ....,..... ........ D arlene Foley Major Clinton, of the 18th Century . . . .... Martha Harbrecht Miss Barrymore, a friend of Kate's .... ....... N ancy Drake The Duchess of Devonshire ..,,..... ..... . Xrlee Rue Shcrritt Lord Stanley ......,........,..... . . .,......,.... Margaret Johnston H.R.H. The Duke of Cumberland .......................... Aveline Bowman Ladies and Gentlemen of the Ball Sally Bogan Courtney Cook Constance Klaner Molly Nickell Dale Bogert Caroline Ericson Nancy McKewen janet Richardson page 4 0 ROYCENIORE GRIFFIN A class has probably never waited with greater eagerness for the announcement of its senior play than the class of '41. For three years, drama had been one of our major interests fit even went back to the seventh form for some of usjg as a group we had tried our hands at all of the jobs-staging, lighting, costuming, make-up, and acting. We had worked hard and we wanted a good show. Our play Berkeley Square, based on the unusual theory that time is relative and that, therefore, life can be trans- posed from one period to another, either forward or backward, met all our demands: a large cast, beautiful costumes, unusual and diflicult technical effects, and an attractive set. The play required careful interpretation, but under Miss Rice's direction, which was an exceptional example of her sensitive conception of a play, the seniors gave a convincing performance. The cast was well chosen and the girls went into rehearsals with a serious- ness that surprised all. At the end of five weeks of concentrated hard work they presented their masterpiece to a filled house. They deserved the applause they received but very properly in- sisted that fully half the praise should go to the crews, without whose efficient functioning the play could not have been pro- duced. There are dozens of incidents we rememberg some funny, some sad, and looking back at it now we feel that we had a wonderful time doing our show. We had the best crews a senior play has ever had, and the most understanding group of teachers and parents that could be wished for. CJSQQ-ii? sP1uNG 1941 age 41 The Gllee Club Board .I anet Richardson President ............................................... Vice-President, Secretary .. Treasurer ............ Mistress of the Robes Librarian .......... Sopranos Aveline Bowman Joan Harris janet Richardson Shirley Fitzgerald Josephine Alther Geraldine Tabin Shirley Robinson Nancy Nock Elizabeth Dilling MEMBERS Second Sopranos Corinne Veale Teasley Webb Babs Thomas Margaret Jo Laird Ann Williamson Virginia Mowry Therese jordan Virginia Wenger , . . .Aveline Bowman . . .Courtney Cook . , .Therese Jordan . . .Ann Williamson First Altos Margaret Johnston Anne Tilden Patricia Holloway Anamary Evans Second Altos Courtney Cook julie Lane Mary Lou Ruxton Peggy Magie page ROYCEMORE GRIFFIN The Gllee Club A well organized glee club provides each individual with the opportunity for the enjoyment of group singing and fosters friendships among its members through the medium of a common interest. Every person feels the need of some outside interest or activity which encourages good use of leisure time. Glee Club serves this purpose and in addition provides education in choral literature. It develops the ability to read at sight and quickens the perception of good tone and pitch. There is also the satisfaction of citizenship to each individual in the ability to hold her own part well and in so doing create a perfect performance. SPRING' 1941 page 43 President . . . Vice-President Secretary . . . Treasurer . . Bogan Bradley Red Feather Club COUNCIL 1940-1941 McPherrin Drake Webb Sullivan . Sally Bogan Peggy Bradley Nancy Drake Joy McPherrin Magie The Red Feather Club is operating this year under a new constitution which provides for a governing council made up of the oflicers and one council mem- ber for every ten girls in the club. The purpose of the club is to promote good fellowship among members of the different classes and to develop a deeper interest in outdoor activity. There are afternoon hikes in the spring and fall, and two trips to the dunes. page ROYCEMORE GRIFFIN Peggy M agie .... Janet Linthicum Anne Tippens . . Peggy Magie Janet Richardson joy McPherrin Art Club OFFICERS MEMBERS Janet Linthicum Virginia Mowry Virginia Russell President Vice-President, Secretary Treasurer Anne Tippens -Iulie Zischke Pat Coombs SPRING' lQ41 a F J UNE AMIE DEVOUEE par Margaret Johnston Ma meilleure amie est une jeune lille tres gentille. Elle a de grands yeux bleus. Ses cheveux sont noirs et longsg elle est tres belle. Elle aime nager, comme moi, et nous nous amusons a faire beaucoup de sports au grand air. Elle est toujours gaie et nous rions beau- coup. Elle est tres intelligente et nous parlons A longs propos des sujets serieux. Nous pen- sons presque les memes choses mais quelque- fois 1'une de nous ne croit pas ce que l'autre croit. Dans ce cas nous discutons longtemps et enlin nous tombons d'accord. Elle a tres bon caractere: c'est pourquoi je 1'aime. Elle est tres honnete et elle fait ce que sa mere lui dit. Mais elle n'est pas tres genereuse. Elle aime mieux accepter les cadeaux que de les donner. Mais ce defaut est petit aupres de ses bonnes qualites et je l'aime malgre ce defaut. UN AVERTISSEMENT Au premier etage de l'ecole il y a une chambre ou les eleves dejeunent. Dans un coin de cette chambre il y a une caisse ou on tient la glace. Faites attention! N'en approchez pas! Beaucoup d'entre vous songeront sans doute que la glace ne peut pas faire mal. La glace ne peut pas vous mordre, bien entendu, mais d'autre part vous pouvez la mordre. Cela, c'est le commencement de tous les soucis. Lorsque vous prenez la premiere bouchee, vous etes encore tres mince, mais comme la portion de glace diminue vous, entre temps, devenez de plus en plus grosse. Vos vetements ne vont plus bieng la porte est trop petite pour la franchirg vous n'avez plus l'air chic. Le resultat est triste. Quand au cours de la vie vous recontrez cette tentation, soyez sage! La glace rfamene rien de bony, -Gerry Tabin, X Form UN JOUR A L'ECOLE Un jour je suis arrivee tl l'ecole Et de peur j'etais presque folle, Car mes devoirs rfetaient pas fails, Et le maitre grande quand il est fdche. Et quand est arrive ce maitre, faurais voulu dispaitre. Un jour pareil je n'ai jamais passe Et je pense qu'zi Vavenir fetudiemi. -Louise Grulee, IX Form ,9age46 ROYCEMORE GRIFFIN PORTRAIT DE MURIEL par Virginia Wenger Ma meilleure amie s'appelle Muriel. Je la connais depuis dix ans. Quand j'habitais Chicago avant de venir a Evanston, elle y habitait aussi, pres de moi. Elle est un peu plus agee que moi, mais depuis que nous nous sommes vues pour la premiere fois, nous sommes amies. Quand nous etions petites enfants nous jouions beaucoup ensemble. Elle a les cheveux bruns et les yeux bruns et nous nous ressemblons beaucoup. Elle n'est ni chic ni belle mais elle est tres gentille et tres douce. Elle sera un jour une tres bonne femme et je le dis en toute sincerite. Elle sait bien faire les choses dans la maison qui feront plaisir un jour a son mari. Un peu avant que je sois venue a Evanston, elle est allee a Wilmette. Aujourd'hui elle va it l'universite, mais quand elle est chez elle je la vois souvent. Elle aime jouer au tennis et au golf, mais elle est tres serieuse. Elle va travailler cet ete si elle peut. Il ne faut pas qu'elle travaille, mais elle veut faire l'experience. Elle aime la musique, pas d'en jouer, mais d'en entendre. Vous pouvez voir, peut-etre, que nous avons un peu les memes gouts, les memes idees. LES DANGERS DE LA T. S. F. Il y avait une fois une jeune fille qui demeurait dans la ville d'Evanston. Chaque jour elle allait a l'ecole de Roycemore. Elle aimait beaucoup son ecole, mais ses etudes etaient tres difliciles pour elle. Elle n'aimait pas etudier, mais elle etudiait pendant presque deux heures chaque soir. Elle ne pouvait pas ecouter la radio en etudiant, mais un soir qu'elle etudiait pour un examen, elle entendit la radio dans la chambre de son frere. Elle devint si interessee a ce programme de la radio, qu'elle oublia ses lecons. A dix heures, elle se coucha, avec tres peu de ses lecons etudiees. Quand elle se reveilla, elle avait tres sommeil. Quand elle vint a l'ecole, elle aurait a re-etudier vite. Apres avoir fait son test, elle sut qu'elle n'avait pas bien fait. Quand on rendit les papiers, sa note etait exactement soixante-dix. Elle fut si contente d'avoir passe qu'elle promit de ne jamais plus ecouter la radio en etudiant. -Eloise Hughes, IX Form PELE-MELE Nous allons en classe de Latin, Etudions le vocabulaire, Mais quand la cloche sonne 11 neuf heures C'est en francais qu'il faul le faire. C'est tres dijicile cl separer Tous les mots de chaque langue etrangere. A Vavenir nous choisirons ce Que nous aimons le mieux, fespere. SPRING - 1941 -julie Lane, X Form page 47 Senior Speeches Marjorie Amos . . . Mary Anderson .. Elizabeth Austin . Sally Bogan .... Dale Bogert .... Aveline Bowman . Betsy Brown ..... Courtney Cook .. Nancy Drake ..... Caroline Ericson Elizabeth Ferguson Darlene Foley .. . Martha Harbrecht janet Ingram .... Caroline johnson .... Margaret Johnston Constance Klaner . jane Loeb ....... Peggy Magic .... Nancy McKewen . joy McPherrin . . . Shirley Mellor .... Molly Nickell . .. janet Richardson .... Nancy Ryan ..... Arlee Rue Sherritt Helen Somerville . -Ioan Stover .... Jean Sullivan .... Teasley Webb Virginia Wenger . ..................................TheChicagoCommons ...............Television . . . . . . . . . .Political Parties ...Hibbing Iron Ore Mines . . . . . .Beaufort, S. Carolina .............Chicago Civic Opera . .... Human Engineering Laboratory ...................ASCAP-BMI .Indian Situation--U. S. ..............Pliofilm . . . . .Polaroid . . . . .Fantasia . . . .Newspapers ..........Helen Hayes Federal Theater Project . . . . . .Electoral College . . . . .Miss Ashley's Life ..........Chemu.rgy . . . .Federal Art Project . . . . .Cody, Wyoming ...........Modern Art . .Orphans of the Storm ............Monticello ...........Cartoons . . . .New Orleans' Trip . . . . .Grand Coulee Dam . . . . .jaspar National Park 'SID . . . .Limestone Caverns . . . . . . .The Cradle . . . .Ha1lowe'en . . . .Mozart page 4 8 ROYCEMORE GRIFFIN Same Level But Mother, I really think it would be better if I just . . . Now dear, pleasel All you need is to get started. just meet a few nice boys at first, and gradually build up some nice acquaint- ances from there. I'm sure that at the tea dance for young people this afternoon you'll have a wonderful time. All right, Mother, answered Barbara with resignation, adding to herself, Only I hope to gosh that none of my girl friends will be there. I won't recognize them very far off since Mother took my glasses away. Oh, heck! Why . . What is that, dear? Oh...uh...nothing...uh...just reciting a French poem to myself. Poor Barbara, barely a Freshman, shy, of medium height, with dark hair and braces and a mother full of social ambition for her daughter, as most loving mothers are, was sick and tired of dancing school. She was on her way to the Country Club to a tea dance for her group and the older boys and girls. She would have preferred to stay home and read a book, or to practice, rather than to go to this shindig. Even if she did know someone or meet a new boy, she would never in the world know what to talk about. Oh, yes, Mother had given her pointers about her conversation such as, Talk about skiing or skating or something that he might be interested in, but for heaven's sake, don't talk about the weather. QWell, it wasn't her fault that all she could think of at these crucial moments was the weatherlj Get him talking about himself, there's nothing a boy likes more. QThe most boring conversations she had encountered had resulted when she tried to Put this advice to use.j Well, she would have to stick it out since Mother was determined. All the way out to the Club she fussed with her fingernails, combed her hair and twisted a lace handkerchief. She became even more panic-stricken when she saw the beautiful fur coats on the dressing-room racks and heard page 50 sophisticated voices coming from the inner recesses of the dressing-room, where the oc- cupants were primping with experience. She walked in to dab on a bit of lipstick and then wipe most of it off again QMother's ruley, and walked out. Those girls weren't much older than sheg yet they weren't scared. She walked nervously to where her Mother was standing, talking with judge somebody and his wife. They said hello, and shook her hand and left. Barbara and her Mother stood by the punch table talking. Pretty soon the Judge's wife came back with a nice-looking boy in tow and after introducing him to Bar- bara, baldly said, Why don't you two dance? A low All right from Barbarag and a lower Okay from the boy. A few turns around the dance floor in silence, except for an Excuse me when a toe was stepped on, and the boy was called to the telephone by a friend, or was it that his mother wanted him? She went back to her mother, and pretty soon the judge's wife came back with another boy and sent them off to dance again. This boy, too, excused himself after a while and left. Barbara, thoroughly disgusted with boys and social life, walked around the edge of the dance floor and opened the rattling doors to the inside badminton court as quietly as she could. It was dark in there: nobody would see a tear or ask what was wrong. Thinking very desolate thoughts about being unpopular and shy all her life, she walked across the chilly expanse of the court. When her eyes got used to the darkness of the room, she dis- cerned a figure sprawled on the floor. As she got nearer she recognized the figure to be that of the boy next door. He was plucking the feathers out of a badminton bird, and he looked peeved about something, too. Hello, she said, sitting down across from him, do you feel the way I do? Aw, I'm sick and tired of women. I never know what to say to the silly goofs. They're always jabbering about dresses or other boys ROYCEMORE GRIFFIN and dances, and all I can think of to talk about is the weather. Barbara, alert to the despair of the boy, said to comfort him, Why don't you start talking about skiing if they ski or skating if they skate? Talk about something they're interested in. This she said as though she had just thought of it as a solution. They sat there for a long while giving each other advice, comparing notes, and laughing. Suddenly the boy sat up and said, Say, do you ski or skate? Why, yes, answered Barbara. Uh, would you like to uh-dance, maybe? Sure. - I -Shzrley Fitzgerald, X Form HATTIE Seven-thirty! Thump! Thump! Thump! Up the stairs trudges our once buxom colored mammy, Hattie Talbert. Get up, you! she says in her soft, southern voice, slams the door, and trods down stairs. Soon smells of bacon come from the kitchen, mingled with Hattie's soft religious singing. When you come down to breakfast, you are greeted either with a cheery Good morning, or with just a plain frown, depending upon Hattie's mood. She hands you the paper, and takes back half of it for herself, and there you sit, while she stands, reading the morning news. If she is in one of her good moods, she will unlock the door and wish you good luck on the test you are to have that day: but if she has a head- ache, the sooner you get out of the house the better. In the afternoon, when you get home from school, she is either cleaning upstairs or shell- ing peas. If she is upstairs, she has a cloth tied around her coal-black, kinky hair, which is now turning gray around the temples. She will probably be singing something sad, be- cause of the death of one of her numerous relatives among whom the mortality rate seems to be very high. After dinner Hattie SPRING - 194 1 is usually happy because her dinners are very good, but if they turn out wrong she sobs while she clears the table. Soon she recovers, and slowly but surely washes the dishes and puts them away. Then thump! thump! thump! Hattie is on her way to bed to listen to the Moody Bible Program g but she will prob- ably fall asleep in the midst of it. -Louise Grulee, IX Form WINTER AFTERNOON The low fire burning in the Hreplace gave off soft hissing noises. Outside, the wind whistled as it sent little drifts of snow scoot- ing along the window sills. A small dark- haired boy of about seven kneeled on the cushioned window seat and with his forefinger traced pictures on the frosty glass. Every once in a while he looked eagerly up the street for a figure which should come walking along any moment now. The drawing of the pictures Went on for a little while longer and then suddenly stopped as the little boy sought some better means of passing the time. He picked up a book of poems called Now We Are Six, by A. A. Milne, which he had received on his last birthday, when he was six. He climbed back onto the window seat and settled himself so that he might see anyone coming down the street. Then he turned to his favorite poem, which was about some bears, and began to read out loud in a rather sing-song voice. His hands gripped the book tightly, and his every word was said distinctly. As he read on, his voice became higher and higher in pitch, as little boys' voices do when they are making a very great effort. The fire burned low on the hearth, and the room became darker in the late afternoon light, but the reading went steadily on, in the tight little sing-song voice. Suddenly the doorbell rang. The book fell to the floor, and two little feet tore to the hall. He flung the door open. It was she! . . . Why, he had forgotten that he was waiting for Mother! -Suzanne Edwards, IX Form Page 51 Page 52 ELYSIUM Who roam those honored halls of fame In silent reverie? Think they of ancient times and days- The battles fought, the shouts of praise When Greece was young? Grave Solon and wise Clisthenes, Councelors benign, Gave the laws by time proved best. Walk they there among the blest? In honored halls? Blind Homer, though his eyes were closed, Sazv beauty from within, And from his pen flowed immortal song- On plains of Troy the battles long, O'er the Aegean Sea. Under him of the Golden Age long past, Athens to glory rose- The Acropolis shines on the towering hillg Great argosies her harbor ill, The envy of the world. Surely these men are honored there, Their laurels ever green, For they knew fame as well as strife, They sang their song and lived their life When Greece was young. -Iudy Peake, X Form THE SNOWFLAKES Falling from the heavens, Gliding through the nightg Dancing with the moonbeamsg Silver, mixed with white. Not a breeze to blow them, Silence, not a sound, Falling ever downward, Till they reach the ground. The world in the morning Wakes from the long night's sleep And finds the ground is covered With snowdrifts, two feet deep. -janet Wagner, IX Form ROYCEMORE GRIFFIN Swift River It was terribly hot in Moose Jaw, Saskat- chewan. The land was dry and sandy, and cattle crowded the snow-fences along the rail- road to get the breeze of the train's motion and the moisture of the steam. Ranchers came to the snow-fences, too. Dry, bewild- ered as their cattle, hopeless, they wandered into Moose Jaw to compare their hard luck with that of their neighbors. Last year the crops had been so good, cattle so fat, and prices so low that they had made barely enough profit to carry them through the win- ter. Now, with no backlog, they faced drought. The thermometer hit one hundred regularly that year. The heat lasted through bright, hot nights and flaming, sandy days. The main street of town, Assiniboine street, could be seen only through a filter of dust. Dusty clouds from the street choked waggon- ers and their horses. Grit was in the lines of their faces, and dust was on their clothes, dulling the denim blue, tan, and faded red clothes peculiar to Saskatchewan. When the river had gone down in the heat of early summer, the ranchers had worried, and prayed for rain to swell it again and irrigate their land. Later, as the river parched to a stream and cattle began to die of thirst, the ranchers grew desperate, then listless as the rain failed to come, the river bed baked to mud, and the dust set in. Now, with no prospect of irri- gation, they were faced with loss of their crops and all the other losses which that involved: saddled with debt, they faced a winter with- out money to pay for necessities. A rancher answered a traveller's question with a twisted smile Saskatchewan? Why, that means swift river. Swift River! How cool and wild the name sounded, and how different it was from its name. To any traveller passing through Moose jaw, however, romance settled thick as the dust on the blistered wood store fronts on Assiniboine street. The silent ranchers, dressed in the traditional denims, wliipcords, and boots of the westerners, grouped around the bulletin by the town hall, the buckboards rattling to town in clouds of dust, the horses huddled in the scanty shade of the false fronts, too hot even to bickerg the visible desert heat of the town-all might have been a back- ground shot in a horse opera. The people who faced the drought had the grim courage and strength of the old pioneers, and the romance, too. The sounds of the clanking harness and hollow thumps of the horse pull- ing a rattling buckboard through the dusty street, the whistles and sputters of the horses drinking greedily at the trough, the whir of tires on the road as a car passed, the angry bur of the insects roasting in the sun, the drag of boots and spurs on the wooden boards, a yell echoing in the cooler station were muffled so that they merely supplied the mur- mur to liven the western scene. -Marjorie Amos, XII Form QwQL' lQ SPRING - 1941 page 53 SAINT ANN D'AURAY Early in the morning peasants were coming into this small provincial town. They were dressed in unique costumes that had been handed down for centuries. The women wore beautiful lace caps, the design of which sig- nified the town from which they came. Some had on heavily embroidered aprons. The dresses were mostly of heavy black silk and velvet with high ruflled collars. The little girls who clicked along beside them in their wooden sabots were dressed in the same tra- ditional costumes. The men had on big round hats with streamers down the back, artists' smocks, and full cut trousers. The whole town had an air of festivity. Soon the elaborate service began in the Ca- thedral, preceded by a procession headed by priests in magnificent vestments of embroi- dered silk and heavy brocade, and attendants carrying the gold-embellished church flags. Colorful as this part of the Fete was, it was not as inspiring as the night's festivities. One did not realize the size of the gathering until one saw the hundreds of candles slowly glid- ing around. The great sacred stairs were il- luminated brightly with tall candles. Peo- ple were slowly going up and down the stairs on their knees saying a prayer on each step. There was another great procession but this one looked more like a cavalcade of candles rather than of men. The air was filled with the slow, weird chant to Saint Ann D'Auray. Towering over a small pool were Saint Ann and her guardian angels. Their faces took on weird and beautiful shapes as the candles which surrounded them flickered. The sick were bathing in these healing and sacred waters. This devout praying and worship to God continued for many hours. More and more people were seen on the stairs that seemed to reach to heaven. Saint Ann appeared more life-like than ever. The angels seemed to flut- ter around her and still that same weird, rhythmic chant to Saint Ann D'Auray floated through the air. -Helen Somerville, XII Form page 54 SAVED! jan thought about last night, when the family sat warming about the fire, while Mr. Carson retold his stirring tale of how he had been deserted on a desolate island, without any means of surviving. That happened forty years ago, and Jan was, as any adventure- loving boy would be, utterly disgusted that he didn't live when a man had the oppor- tunity for real adventure. Little did he imag- ine that eighteen hours after, he would be, himself, completely isolated on a small island, but there he stood. An island without a shrub, or a tree, almost without life at all. Worrying about his position, he decided that the situation could have been worse, for he had provisions, the sandwich which was left from lunch, and digging into his pocket he assured himself that the five cents were still there. He wouldn't have been at all unfortunate, if the wind didn't cut his ears, if the sky didn't look so fierce, if the hole in his worn shoe had been mended, if the waves of the lake didn't beat against the ice with a weird frightening sound. All odds were against him. jan pulled out the squashed sandwich, and hop- ing to forget the bitter cold, chewed rhythmi- cally with the waves. It would have been per- fect if he had thought of the fun he would have later, relating this exciting incident to the gang: but no, I suppose his misery prevented thinking of any kind. One toe after the other became numb: he was no longer sure that he had a nose. If someone had been looking out of the windows of the apartment building across the street, he would have seen the half-frozen boy, pacing back and forth, trying to keep some life within his body. His collar was pulled up over his ears, and his old stocking cap was pulled down over his face. He was wearing a heavy blue-checked jacket that made him resemble a northern explorer. Peering out of his collar, he caught sight of his bus coming up Michigan Avenue. It stopped at the small traffic island marked Division St., and the strength of the wind pushed Jan into its warmth .... He was saved! -Gerry Tabin, Tenth Form ROYCEMORE GRIFFIN Mardi Gras Mme. Bernard was a Frenchwoman with a perfectly shaped oval face and black hair pulled into a knot at the back. She owned an antique shop on the second floor of an old building in the French Quarter of New Or- leans. On two sides, the room overlooked narrow paved streetsg on the third, it peered into a small green court with a defunct foun- tain in the center. I went up there one day to get some old china. Mme. Bernard specialized in complete sets, which the other shops never seemed to be able to accumulate. It was late afternoon when the cab stopped at the door of her building. Got your costume yet? asked the cabby. Big parade tonight. Mardi Gras, y'know. I nodded sadly and slipped out. I had sprained my ankle the week before, and the doctor forbade any strenuous walk- ing. I climbed Mme. Bernard's rickety stairs and felt sorry for myself. There were other customers in the room when I entered, so I looked at old mahogany chests and china poodles that had graced Creole homes a hundred years ago. When at last Mme. Bemard was free, she came to me, smiling. She spoke very little English, but from her expressive gestures and mobile face I could understand her as well as if she had spoken in my native tongue. I finally decided on the set I wanted, and began to talk with Mme. Bernard: I mean, not just asking the price of this or that, but really carrying on a conversation. And an interesting conversation it was. Mme. Bernard was lonely and loved to talk, and from what she said, it appeared that everybody who was anybody had bought antiques from her. We spoke until about a quarter of seven-I, talk- ing very bad French and waving my hands, and Mme. Bernard talking very bad English and lovely French, and waving her hands. We heard bursts of revelry on the street be- low, but I didn't look then because Mme. Bernard said the real fun would be later. I asked her to eat with me, and we had supper at a tiny restaurant where very good French food was served, and where she was well known. SPRING ' 1941 We went back to the shop later. Mme. Bernard had a cubicle of a room off to one side, but she used the shop as a living room. She made herself comfortable on one of the chairs that she hoped she would sell, and mo- tioned me to an overstuffed sofa. Ive, or rather Mme. Bernard, spoke again, until about nine-thirty. Then we heard shouts and singing from a distance. The parade! said Mme. Bernard. lt comes! It was still warm, so we opened the long French window and stood out on the little iron-lace balcony, moving Mme. Bernard's poinsettias and geraniums to one side. The street was dark because the lights were only at the corners, and anyway, one was broken. A company of men came first, shouting and singing and carrying torches, reminding me of a medieval festival. They were all in cos- tume, and masked. When they got to our corner, they began a snake dance, weaving back and forth across the street, each with his torch and each singing at the top of his voice. After them came a crowd of miscel- laneous people, men and women, young and old. They, too, joined in the snake dance, but half-way down the street it broke up and a general shouting crowd formed, all going somewhere but not sure where it was. They kept coming and coming till the street was choked with people, all merry, all shouting, all in costume. There were devils and Harle- quins, Columbines and wash-women: long ghostly figures on stilts crowded against the wall, blue and green and red and yellow, all mixed and twirlingg and there were torches and paste jewels, and masks of every descrip- tion. And through it all a noise of people making merry rose to the night sky, punc- tuated by a particularly loud shout, or a cry of laughter. The gaudy splendor and noise of it made my head spin. I looked at Mme. Bernard. Her face was indistinct, a perfect oval of shadow against the darkness of our balcony. But I could see her eyes and teeth gleam when she moved her head. Then the floats came. Brilliant against the dark crowd and streets lit by torches, they papa 55 came on. Moving platforms heaped with lights and flowers and merry revellers SCHI- tered over their surfaces, seven or eight of them came by. Mme. Bernard gripped my arm. King Rexl she shouted, though her shout was lost in the crowd and sounded like a whisper. His tour around ze ceety before he meet wiz King Felix. Towering above the other floats and the crowd came a massive platform, filled with glittering attendants and ladies-in-waiting. And on the very top, in a burst of splendor, sat King Rex. He was every inch a king. Long yellow curls came to his shoulders, and he wore a crimson-and-ermine cape. He had on a golden waistcoat and purple breeches, and huge buckles glittered on his shoes. He was bowing his yellow head left and right, not too much, though, because he wore a page 56 gorgeous crown, scintillating with jewels and red velvet. He caught sight of us in the shadow of our balcony and raised his royal sceptre in greeting. Mme. Bernard leaned forward and clapped at him, shouting, Vive le roi! Vive le roi! King Rex laughed and the float moved ponderously on. After he left, the streets seemed strangely dark. There were just as many people as before, and they all had torches and gaudy masks and costumes, but somehow they lacked the splendor and brilliance that had come with King Rex. They were just medieval revellers on a Christmas card and no more. We went back into Mme. Bernard's room, and she sank exhausted on her chair. I real- ized that she had been as worked up as any of the people in the crowded streets below and was relaxing only now. Oh, Mardi Gras! she said, It is grand! -jane Allan Loeb, XII Form ROYCELIORE GRIFFIN Moonlight Sonata ll and llll I stood at the open window drinking in the quiet beauty of the warm summer night. The sky was soltg no star shone outstandinglyg there was only a perfect blending of light and darkness. A faint cool breeze puffed at the curtains and brushed my hair from my face. From a distance I heard the mild cher-up of a frog beating out the rhythm in nature's symphony of night. The crickets and grass- hoppers chorused in a string obbligato and the whippoorwill carried the mournful beauty of the woodwind solo. All was in harmony: even the shrill whistle of a far-off train blend- ed somehow into nature's pattern. My thoughts, desultory in the peace of my surroundings, wandered to the whistle. Its repeated sounds sent a tremor of delicious wonderment up my spine. Every intonation meant distance, space, speed, and accom- plishment. Where was it leading, the train- to what wonderful mission, what errand of destiny or, perhaps, mercy? For one fleeting moment I saw a string of lights fiashing by. Long after they had passed, two solitary red balls hung as if suspended in space where the train was disappearing. Then all was darkness again. How wonderful to think of a train, guardian of many, controller of their immediate destiny, riding calmly on sleek railsl It was so sure, so controlled and confident, like an important man, rarely stopping, and then only to start up again. Within its walls people, no one person or thing, but just people, went about their con- ventions of living. How little they realized the power of their conveyor! Each person was differentg each was there for a separate purposeg but like animals they were together for mutual benefit under a single leader. 1 pondered on this principle of human psy- chology and thought of their leader. Who was he but the engineer? I envied him then, speeding through the darkness, every nerve keyed to its highest pitch, his spirit elated in this paradox of freedom and responsibility. What was he thinking, I wondered. If only I knew .... Pete McCall hunched forward in the cabin of northbound local 760 and extracted a red SPRING - 194 1 kerchief from his hip pocket with which he mopped the grimy sweat off his forehead, swearing vociferously as he did so. He thought he'd never escape from the intolerable heat of his cabin and the grinding and screeching of his engine as she puffed along. Every day the same din, the same heat, and he stood itl The combination jarred his frayed nerves to a state near insensibility. He tried to hang his head out the open window, but all he met was soot and dust, hot and stinging on his already red face. Oh, God! he thought, What I wouldn't give for a big cold glass of beer! 760 was on her homeward run between Chicago and Milwaukee. Pete's hand grasped the throttle, already pushed to the limit, vi- ciously trying for more speed though he knew she was doing her best. Grimly he sought consolation in the thought of the two miser- able fire-stokers working laboriously behind him. Poor devils, they knew of hell's fires long before their time. Pete's thoughts traveled backwards then to his cargo. There was a good shipment of mail tonight, plus a stable- car of some fancy showman, and eight full passenger cars. Good load! He knew every load had to be good now that the tourist season was in full swing or he couldn't afford to send his boy Jimmy to high school. How Pete did want him to go, to get an education and a chance to do something beside push and pull an engine throttle. Wearily he re- membered the tired faces of his passengers as they boarded the train. City heat wilted everybody. On the whole, Pete thought, his passengers were a motley crowd, just a medi- ocre bunch headed for a weekend of fun and rest-and drinking, too, from the looks of some of them. Oh, hell, who am I to be choosey, he reasoned, as long as they all pay fare? Thus 760's engineer passed the evening seeking consolation where he could, abandon- ing it cold-bloodedly when he found only melancholy and sordidness in his lot. When in the small hours of the morning he finally had put his engine to bed, a task involving page 57 no mean amount of work for a weary man, Pete scufiled across the sooty yards to his dingy third-floor apartment. He was too tired to notice the coolness of the early morning, could think only of how he hated to sleep in the heat of the day and then rise, not at all rested, only to resume his daily trek. His only spark of comfort was that tomorrow was july third and he would have a full load. -Elizabeth Austin, XII Form OVER THE BAR The waves were high, and the water was a cold blue-green. A fog was coming in from the west, and already the sun had been blocked out. A storm was coming. We stood on the rocks, my brother and I, and counted the boats as they came over the bar. We knew the names of these schooners by heart, and we waved to each as they disappeared under the bridge. The captains waved back. They were all glad to be back in the harbor, even though some had undoubtedly lost their catch. If you have ever been near the sea, you know the feeling of vast loneliness that a storm brings. Some call it the calm before the storm, but the wise fisherman says that old Neptune is spreading his net-silent-like, so's he can catch more fish for Davy's locker. As jim and I stood there counting the boats, each of us was wondering if they would all be back in time. So far this year the little town of Depoe Bay had been in- ordinately lucky, for only one schooner had been lost and it was now midwinter. But it might be in this very storm that Neptune would get his best catch. You can never tell with the sea. Jimmy interrupted my thoughts by asking if the Robert H. was in. It's usually late, I said. Nor the Pauline B., he said, continuing his thoughts. There she comes, I cried. Only the Robert H., now. She'll be corn- ing in soon. Come on, Mother is calling us. age 58 He turned, and I followed him up the little ladder that led to our cottage on the cliff. From our front windows we often watched the waves crashing against the rocks, and they looked so much like those described in Steven- son's story that we had named our clill 'Suicide Rock.' As we ascended, I looked around, down to the cold water and the sharp rocks below. They would manage to help many sailors to Davy's locker tonight. Jim, too, had looked around, and I noticed that he was watching a tiny speck against the horizon. I believe it's the Robert After watch- ing it a moment longer he said, I know it is. Go on up. That's the last one, and Mother has supper ready. As he started again, I looked back. The Robert H. was coming over the bar. Old Neptune would be disappointed, but for the time little Depoe Bay had avoided tragedy. -julie Zischke, X Form HOPE The wind unleashed ripped through the stricken trees, Motionless the sulking clouds hung lowg No warmth a frozen, lifeless world could ease, All was dead without beauty's glow. In dark despair my spirit found no trace Of singing joy that I once knew, Till one sunbeam came winging through void space To shine, and hope sprang up anew. Evening came in silent meditationg Stray winds caressed the burning sky Whose colors glowed its fiery exultation, Then graying faded in the west to die. Yet even in the blackest floods of night Engulfing day to extinguish its bright flame, Showers of stars pour forth their shining light To write in darkness hope's enduring name. -Martha Harbrecht, XII Form ROYCEMORE GRIFFIN Deep Sea Fishing To many people deep sea fishing is just one big upset stomach. Sitting on a chair fastened to a cork surrounded by waves that first come up to meet you and then leave you suspended in mid-air-and on top of this, trying to hang on to a bouncing fishing pole-is no fun. In fact, it is more than no fun: it is the closest thing to Hades. Your stomach is trying to ride away with the waves, while Satan in the form of a fish pole is breaking your back and twisting your arms. The captain and any passengers are always beaming and cheer- ful, and they try thoughtfully to raise your spirits. The more they cheer the more you feel like crawling into a hole and dying in a very unostentatious manner. But there is noth- ing to do except close your eyes and attempt to forget the horizon-now here, now there. In case of emergency there is, of course, a bucket nearby. To make this unhappy pic- ture complete, there is in the party a robust fellow who strides up and down the deck, paces on the cat-walk Qthis makes the heart join the stomach in its escapadesj, reels his bait in and out, and gaily throws his cigar- ette-butts to the barracuda. There is one such man in every crowd, and he is responsible for more depressed feelings than almost any- one else. Mean as you feel, however, there is noth- ing like a good big fish to-Oh! Oh! What is that that cuts through the water? Speak- ing of the devil . . . wham! he strikes. You are suddenly knocked into action. He jumps. You don't know or care where your stomach is. It is a real marlin! If only that line holds! What a thought: it must hold! More slack, but don't let him run. A real blue marlin! Oh, boy, oh, boy! What were those words about an aching back? Ha! Ha! That was just a slight massage. A little assistance? Yes, but oh, no, no, you'll bring him in yourself, thank you. Out he goes. In he comes. Out he goes again. Such excitement! If only he would get tired! Up and down, in and out, there's no place like the Gulf Stream. Ah! we're slowing down a bit. Oops, wrong again! All this goes on for ages. You hand SPRING - 194 1 the pole to the first mate and stagger to your feet. After he and the fish have worn each other out, you go back for the kill. With the help of all hands and a knock on the head your precious blue marlin is hauled aboard. You are congratulated all around. The captain runs up the little flag denoting that a saillish has been caught and turns the boat toward home. There is nothing quite like Pier 4 in Miami at four o'clock when the fishing boats come in escorted by pelicans and sea-gulls. People come both to look and to buy. The annual big fish contest is on, and photographers and newspapermen are waiting for the prize- winner to come in. Your boat arrives. At the sight of a sailfish flag everyone crowds around to see the catch. After much grunting and groaning your pride and joy is laid out on the wharf. The crowd just stares for a mo- ment: then speculation begins. The photog- raphers snap a few pictures, but all the boats are not in, so nothing is definite. You go up and down the dock nervously looking at each new catch. There are several marlins, but not very big ones. There is an announcement that all the boats are in. Everyone gathers around a big blackboard, where the size and weight of the fish caught on previous days are chalked up. The eliminating process be- gins. Yours is right up there with the best of them. Will it win that 3500 prize or won't it? The judges finally make their decision. Goose- flesh has been running up and down your spine the whole time. After much figuring and cogitating, the winner is announced. Your beautiful blue marlin has won first prize as the year's biggest. All the agony of those first hours of waiting are gone, and all anxiety about whether or not your fish would win the grand prize disappears as the press comes racing over and asks you to pose for pictures and redescribe the struggles in- volved in landing this monster. At length you break away and start back to your hotel with happy thoughts in your head, five hundred dollars in your pocket, and an appetite that calls for a celebration. -Carolyn Conley, XI Form age 59 THE VEGETABLE GARDEN Mr. and Mrs. Brown lived on the ground floor of an apartment in Suburbia, Some- where-in-England. IfVhen France fell, all the residents of the ground floor, namely Nos. l, 3, 5, 7 and 9 agreed that the lawn surround- ing the apartments must be dug up, and vegetables, et cetera, must be grown in the manner approved by Those in Authority. The only objection was, Who was going to do the digging? When approached by Mr. Brown, Nos. 1, 3, 5, 7, and 9 all agreed on the neces- sity of growing vegetables, et cetera, but as they either had rheumatism, or lumbago, or neuritis, or a bad heart, or It was Against Doctor's Orders, none of them could possibly dig. Mr. Brown had tried all day that Saturday, without success, to engage an odd-job man to do the digging for them, and now he was going to implore Nos. 1, 3, 5, 7, and 9 to set to, and make the lawn suitable for grow- ing vegetables, et cetera. Cautiously, Mr. Brown knocked on the door of No. 1, the Oldest Resident. No. 1 poked his head round the door and, seeing Mr. Brown, said testily, Well, what do you want this time? I...we..er..thatis..I'vecometo talk about our growing vegetables, et cetera. said Mr. Brown. I haven't been able to en- gage a man, and I wondered if you could di . . . MEP yelled the Oldest Resident, growing purple in the face at the very thought of handling a spade, Certainly not, and that's final, and he slammed the door. The same thing happened at No. 3, only he used slightly stronger language, and again at No. 5, and No. 7, and also at No. 9. At last Mr. Brown returned to his wife, feeling rather depressed, after being abused for about an hour, and being told exactly what manner of a busy-body, fifth-columnist, and radical he was, etc., etc., etc. Mr. and Mrs. Brown were awakened in the small hours of the morning by the siren. As they made their way to the basement, there was a tremendous explosion, and plaster rained from the ceiling. Hitler had dug up the lawn. -Barbara Dennis, IX Form page 60 THE SKATER I was far from energetic that night, and I decided that skating would be the best thing I could do to arouse any spark of enthusiasm. I went to the club and reluctantly ventured into the skating house. Everyone was hustling and bustling aboutg there was constant buzz- ing and confusion. The shelter was just a small, square cabin, similar to those built during the colonial period. The stove in the center was the main attraction that night, as the temperature was well below freezing. Lin- ing the edge of the cabin were benches and chairs which, to my annoyance, were com- pletely filled when I entered. I waited patient- ly and had plenty of time to observe the dif- ferent types of people who had ventured out of their warm homes on such a bitter cold night. First, there was a girl in a skating costume, with her skirts short enough to attract the attention of the boys who had piled in. Then, there were two younger girls, undoubtedly beginners, who had maneuvered as close to there were two younger girls, undoubtedly the males as they possibly could. They were giggling, laughing, and making side remarks, so as to appear cute and snappy, I imagine. Last, but not least, there was my type: the quiet, determined kind. My spirits were much enlivened by this gay, noisy group of peopleg and, in spite of my previous experience in trying fancy steps, and falling flat, I had once again the illusion of being able to glide smoothly over the ice. I left the skating house, made my way cau- tiously to the pond, stepped gracefully onto the ice-when whoopsl-Bottoms up, again. -Diane Chamberlaine, X Form ROYCEBIORE GRIFFIN Cross Currents The brilliant sunlight fell on the twinkling water of the lake and the canal below the bridge, brightening up an already bright and interesting scene-or at least that is what one of two companions standing on the bridge thought. These two were watching, as many people were, the arrival at St. Joe of the Roosevelt, a small steamer whose route ex- tends across Lake Michigan from Chicago to St. joe and back. Yes, the boat was quite splendid, almost like an ocean liner, but smaller, of course. It was clean and shiny with little black fun- nels and its name in large red letters on the side. A large, colorful crowd of people with beaming, cheerful faces moved slowly onto the dock. How they must have enjoyed those wonderful twenty-four hours! Another group eager with anticipation pushed against the olf-going people in their effort to get on and inspect the beautiful boat and to start their trip right away. Imagine being able to feel the motion of the boat under your feet while the moon and stars and cool breezes greet you at night, and during the day the glowing sun in a clear broad sky shines on you and is reflected from the rippling water below so brightly that you can hardly see it! The peak of the trip, of course, would be experi- encing the excitement of being in Chicago, a strange monster of a city, very different from St. Joe. How I envy the people getting on that boat! The girl glanced at her young friend beside her, who, however, did not seem to be en- grossed in the scene at all. Her face was scarlet and shining from the blistering sun. She felt hot and uncomfortable all over as the flies swarmed about, and she felt the hot impact of people as they joggled against her in an effort to see the object stationed at the dock with its garish colors of red, white, and black. The colors of the boat combined with the various hues of the people wandering about seemed almost as blinding as the sun itself. The people, sweltering, with coats clutched in their arms, were fatigued by the heat. Below the filthy wharves and docks equally dirty little boys were fishing in the muddy canal, causing the odor of Hsh to mix with the already musty hot odor prevailing everywhere. My, but the flies were a bother! I certainly won't envy those people when they are on that boat, baking in the sun. Why are we standing here? She nudged her friend, breaking her reverie, and hastily pulled her away from the railing. Slowly they disappeared into the crowd. -janet Richardson, XII Form Uilici smuNc - 1941 page 61 The Ural Country The pounding of my heart became syn- chronous with the steady beat of the train wheels as we neared the border. Already I seemed to feel homesickness, which was ex- tremely strange since I was traveling toward my home and not away from it. Perhaps the melancholy effect that this vast land had once had upon me was coming back again. I could see from my window that the plains had become a brownish silver with the first frost of winter, and the few trees that stood alone here and there took on an aspect of frozen bareness, products of this cold gray climate. To the east the mountains could be seen standing rugged and bleak watching the world around them defiantly. As I looked at them my heart swelled with pride. Those mountains, my mountains! They were not only a symbol of my country and of my life, but they were a real symbol of mel When I looked at them I seemed to feel strength and power crush the fear I had known. I was proud of these mountains, proud of my peo- ple, and most of all proud of my country. I was thankful that God had given me such a land as Russia to call my home no matter how hard the living, how cold the cities, nor how bad the people. I had spent my child- hood here, and so, my life! fAt least the only life that I wished to rememberj I may have had little to eat and less to keep me warm, but I had lived. I shivered when I thought of the bitter- ness of the winters in Petersburg. I had known aching cold and hunger, yet I had never been without spirit. I had never been without joy in my heart because I loved Petersburg. Magic city, Petersburg, with its Winter Palace and St. Paul's Prison. I sighed as I thought of the many times I had stood in front of the gates of that old palace and played my poor fiddle with cold, cramped age 62 fingers for a few pennies. But no matter how wretched the people were there, how gray and sad the buildings, nor how dirty the streets, I loved Petersburg then and I love it now! When the thaw would finally come in late spring my spirits would rise because the melted snow and ice rushing down the Neva River were a sure sign that summer was com- ing and summer meant warmth and joy-and gypsies! Those enchanting gypsies in their gaudy clothes and abundant jewelry seemed to bring new life to the frozen city and every- one awoke with laughter and gaiety. We used to follow them everywhere, carried away by their strange appearance and truly Russian music. Although the hot streets would burn our bare feet and our clothes would sweat with heat, we would chase them singing and dancing, never noticing the discomfort be- cause our hearts would be filled with a uni- versal love for everyone, and our joyousness over-brimmed our beings. Once in a while I would run away with the gypsies to the great forests far north of the city. Then I was sublimely happyl It was when living with these mysterious people, playing and singing with them, that I first learned of all the beauties that my country really did possess. It was on a sojourn with these gypsies that I first saw those rolling plains and yellow and green meadows, and from that time on I have never ceased loving them. The trees in their midsummer magnificence became very dear to me, and the wild flowers and Russian thistle were an everlasting feast for my eyes that had never seen grace or beauty. Likewise the nights in the air with the silvery stars would content me with the world, for I felt surely that if everything were as splendidly beautiful and strong as my country, the world must naturally be a sym- phony of deep beauty to live in. -Therese jordan, XI Form ROYCEMORE GRIFFIN Chicago As the car turns from the drive along the lake to lose itself in the endless stream of traihc that pours into the midst of grey build- ings, my first impression of Chicago is always one of confusion. The continuous noisy rush of drivers and pedestrians to go somewhere in a hurry, the mingled sounds of horns, powerful bus-motors, a policeman's whistle, and the earsplitting din of the L as its dirt- spattered coaches rattle by all contribute to the harsh voice of the big city. The cold stone buildings, unfeeling harborers of hum- drum business, that all seem cut from the same pattern, rise from dirty sidewalks to shut out sun and air. Gaudy shop windows shriek their goods with eye-splitting colors: cheap restaurants display uninviting food un- der the guise of home cooked meals. Signs are plastered on every available space and glare with u n n e r v i n g directness: EAT, BEE R, TWENTY GORGEOUS GIRLS. Even the imposing fronts of the large hotels and department stores are hard and dirty. The people hurry along, each person in his self-centered way oblivious of others. Their clothes and laces are ordinary. The swagger- ing men, the stooped ones, the commonly pretty girls, the dumpy middle-aged women, the rich and the poor, the happy and the heart-broken, the glamourous and the slat- SPRING - 1941 ternly-all together are merely part of a great moving mass of humanity. Yet if you look at each face carefully they are not alike. A twinkle sparkles in the eye of the stooped man: the beautifully dressed woman has a haunting, sad quality in her face: the swaggering man cannot hide his sardonic mouth and the hard glint in his eyes. Each person has a character, life, and back- ground of his own: each has his enemies and friends. Some of their lives are closely linked: some may brush one another as they pass never to meet again. Schemes, desires, ambi- tions, and factors that one day may change a nation lurk behind their masklike faces. The haggard, thin-lipped young man may some day thrill the world with music or may- be shock it with a cruelly executed crime. The cold, solid buildings contain people working towards dilferent ends. Their very solidness is the product of the striving and planning of men who wanted to bring peo- ple from the dirty streets to work closer to the sky. Their coldness seems to personify the ruthless strength of the city. Even the dirt of the surroundings has a certain glamour when connected with the wear that a city has endured. The clamor and tawdriness lend color and motion to the city that give it a recklessly indomitable air. Chicago stands a typical American institution-the big city. -Martha Harbrecht, XII Form page 63 YOICKS! GONE AWAY! Before I joined the hunt, I was under the impression that it was a dignified and aristo- cratic organization. After my entrance, how- ever, I began to think of the whole thing as slightly ridiculous. After all, there are no foxes affiliated with our particular hunt, and the sight of twenty-live or more grown people pretending so expensively is quite silly, to me, at least. I guess that is because I am too young to be a social climber or an escap- ist. Most people who hunt are either escapists, social climbers, or horse-fanciers. The only ones who are really sincere are the horse- fanciers, and they often feel out the place. Also, the Middle West is really no locality in which to even pretend to hunt. The hunt, traditions and all, must be transported from England or Virginia, and is not suited to our climate or country, and most certainly not to the inhabitants of the Middle West. After all this I hate to admit that I love the hunt, misplaced traditions and all, and I wouldn't resign for anything. However, I am young, silly, and crazy about horses, so I do have an excuse even though it is a trifle feeble' -fudith Gilhllan, XI Form THE LAKE The first time she went there, it had been a lovely blue and gold day in August. The leaves hadn't started to turn yet, and the fringed gentians were just beginning to open. The whole stretch of marsh-land to the lake had been dotted with them. The pitcher- plants were everywhere too, and the wild cranberry. It had been hot as she tramped along, although the water was cold. She had sunk up to her knees in one particularly marshy spot. As she had come closer to the lake, however, she had put her jacket back on, because the wind there had been decidedly chilly. She had seen a large blue heron rise from the rushes. Now it was november. The short grass that had covered the marshes in August was orange-brown. The trees had lost most of their leaves and looked stark and cold, although here and there a gold leaf hung defiantly against the grey sky. As she walked along, she could hear the crackle of thin new ice under her heavy boots. She could feel her nose turning red and cold, and she shivered, because the wind from the lake was so pene- trating. As she left, her last memory was the roar of the lake and the squawk of a seagul that sailed above her, white against the dark- ening sky. --jane Loeb, XII Form A million things unknown to man Haunt the dead of night. Things unseen, unfelt, Unheard of in the light. It is not evil or the dead, No, none of these Lfearg But it is some great Presence Which is both dread and dear. Perhaps the day will come, When I shall have no fear. When I may walk in darkness And see before me clear. page 64 Then I shall stand in darkness And pray to God above, And feel a Presence near me, And comprehend His love. -julie Zischke, X Form ROYCEMORE GRIFFIN Clliiurclhgoeirs and Uitheirwiise Let us put ourselves in the last row of the twelve o'clock mass at our neighboring church. Of course, we have come to pray- everyone goes to church to pray, but there could be little harm in glancing about be- tween prayers to see if our next-door neighbor has come and also to see if Sally has on that atrocious hat that everyone has been talking about. VVC find that we are not the only spec- tators although the church is crammed full with churchly people. There seems to be an air of gaiety, color, and glamour. The noon- day sun is streaming in through the windows, the choir is sending forth glorious music, the flowers on the altar are in full bloom, the priest has on a rose robe trimmed in gold, and the congregation is a still more colorful spec- tacle. There are many flower gardens perched on the heads of the female members, not to mention the orchids dripping off the shoulders of the younger members of theis same sex, for we must remember that this is the morning after the night before, and we can't expect a girl to let her flowers just lie in the ice-box. There are fewer men in the church and their mental side seems to be teeing oil on the four- teenth green. After mass is over this bright congregation rush out to gather in front of the church to compare notes on what they have observed during the mass. just for the sake of contrast let us occupy sPiuNc - 1 94 1 the same seats the following morning. It is earlier-six o'clock, to be exact. At present we are the only ones in the church. The sun is not yet out and the whole church seems to be covered by a gloomy haze. The flowers on the altar that were so gloriously in bloom yesterday are not yet awakeg they are now merely little buds looking very sad. Twelve nuns enter silently in their black robes, and as they quietly kneel to pray they seem to have a sanctified air about them which makes us almost afraid to breathe. Within the next few minutes the congregation take their places-all ten of them, made up of four men, two women, a young boy and girl. There are no orchids or flowery hats this morning, just plain felt hats worn not for their beauty but for respect. We find that we are the only mere spectators present, for those few present are too deep in prayer to notice who else has come to church. The priest enters in his black robe, for this is a mass in memory of someone who has died. The organ begins its mournful hymn and we find ourselves so moved by this sad but somehow beautiful mood that we forget to be spectators and be- come a part of this mood. When the mass is over several remain for further prayer, and as we go out we do not End a gathered mob, but just one or two saying good-morning and then going on their way. -jean Sullivan, XII Form page 65 Maids Several years ago the maid that we had had for ten years left us to get married. Be- fore the time when she left, I was barely con- scious of the fact that maids are, ten times out of one, more trouble than they are worth. In the following year mother changed maids on an average of once every six weeks. During this year we had practically every type of maid there is. An elderly woman, who was at least fifty and insisted that she was thirty, thought that my sister and I should have cod liver oil and Viosterol in our orange juice for breakfast. In her words we were undernourished and puny. Bobsy and I rebelled inwardly against this care, but we didn't say very much until the maid bought some woolen under- wear for us to wear, while mother was away. When mother came back, the maid left. The next girl, named Frances, had bright red hair and a temper that matched her hair. She wasn't the motherly type, and really didn't care whether we ate or not while mother was away. She made our lunch to take to school every day, but the lunch never varied. It always consisted of two peanut butter sandwiches and an apple. However, she was ingenious when anyone wanted stew or hash. She could make hash out of any- thing, and she usually did. Finally, the whole family decided that this maid would never do, and again we were without a girl. Then there was Mable, who was very neat, efficient, and amiable. She put up wonder- ful lunches, and always had little surprises tucked into the lunch boxes. The whole family was pleased at last. Daddy loved steaks, therefore Mable prepared especially good steaks. Bobsy was fond of home-made ice cream, and Mable made wonderful ice cream. However, we soon learned that some- thing was wrong with our prize, Mable. She no longer tucked little surprises into our lunches: and much to daddy's dismay, the steaks were burned. Soon we learned what had happened to Mable. Mable was in love! For a while we changed maids every two weeks, and then Lillian came. Lillian was a large girl, but very eilicient and quiet. All went well for a while, and once again the family settled back to enjoy life. However, fate was still against us. One night we had guests for dinner. Daddy's chair was very close to the buffet. Lillian wiggled and squirmed through with the plate of vegetables directly above daddy's head. Then she said in a loud, deep voice, You know, Mr. Bogan, I'm not very small, but I've sent for a diet that is supposed to be amazing. I'll give you a copy of it, too, Mrs. Bogan, and we can both become sweet and girlish again. By the end of the speech everyone at the table was embarrassed beyond words, and Bobsy was laughing outright. Mother is still wondering what happened to Lillian, for the next day she was still talking. In a few days Lillian was gone. Now, we have a very good, competent maid whom we have had for a year. The family is pleased, and we are all living a life of ease once again. How long will this peaceful life last? -Sally Bogan, XII Form Q J Page 66 ROYCEMORE GRIFFIN LOWER SCCHOUL OSQIYD President .... Vice-Presidents Secretary .... Treasurer . . . .joan Ann Becker Ann Blunt ,Iohanna Burr Clair Curtis Katharine Dawes SPRING - 1941 Eighth Form First Semffstrfr . . . Marcia Sullivan . . . .Sally Snyder . . . . . .Marilyn Dean Marilyn Dean Barbara Dennis Vera Esler Dorothy Hartlett Anne Haskell Barbara Dennis, Patricia Kerr Janis Hays Mary Kay Hough Patricia Kerr Susan Schreiner Evaro Sherritt Serond Semester Patricia Kerr Sally Snyder Janis Hays joan Ann Berkel- Sally Snyder Helen Spooner Winifred Stene Marcia Sullivan Page 69 President ,.... Vice-Presidents Secretary ..,.. Treasurer . . . Thelma Barnes Susie Evans Carol Falley joan Fitzgerald age 70 A Seventh Perm First Semester Gertrude Munns Carol Falley, Jeanne Hansmann -Ioan Fitzgerald Georgene Noek Jeanne Hansmann Eva Myra Larson Christie Lasater Henrietta Lizars Second Semester Carol Falley Georgene Noek Gertrude Munns Mary Sutter Gertrude Munns Georgene Nock Phoebe Steger Mary Sutter ROYCEMORF I RII YIN IP-.X I SPRING President ...... Vice-President . . . Secretary ....... Treasurer ........ Polly Anderson Suzanne Ellis Maryella Garner President .....,. Vice-President . . . Secretary ......, Treasurer ...... Gingy Allen Alice Ayars '1941 Sixth Form First Semester Polly Anderson Mary jane Steele Patricia Meyers Ardis Kuhnen t ' N Second Semester Maryella Garner Alida Sherman Rachel Grier Patricia Meyers Rachel Grier Alida Sherman Ardis Kuhnen Suzanne Shrader Patricia Meyers Mary -lane Steele Fifth Form First Semester .Olivelynn Gail .Gingy Allen . Estelle Blunt .Florissa De Vries Second Semester Estelle Blunt Florissa De Vries Ellin Wynne Alice Ayars Estelle Blunt Olivelynn Gail Florissa De Vries Ellin YVynne age 71 Fnurth Form Presndent ....., ....,................ , .... . Vnre-President ...... . . . . . , . . . . Helen Aitchison Nancilou Davis Pollyanne Bryant Ellen De Moe Tlhunrdl Form President .,.... V ice-President . . 4 Barbara Banghart joan De Vries Daria Brown Nancy Hansen page 72 Dale Hansmann 4- . . . ,Ellen De Moe . . . . .Carey Roloson Carey Roloson . . . .Joan De Vries . . . .Judy Tibberrs Helen Sherman Judy Tibbetts ROYCENIORE GRIFFIN I- g I SPRING ' President ......... Vi ce-President ...,.... Carolyn Aitchison President ...... Vice-President ....,.. Carrol Anderson Joann Buckley Frances Galbraith joy Garner 15141 Second Form Harlene Plotkin Adriaen Van Vactor ll-inirsfft Form Ruth Crawford Lynn Hansen june Padley Kindergarten Richard Lang jean McFadden . .Adriaen Van Vactor . .Harlene Plotkin Maryl Lee Whipple . .Carrol Anderson . .Ruth Crawford Buster Stamp Camma Ward Julia jane Snow Billy Yvard fag e73 Color I wonder if very many people stop to think and wonder about color. I suppose there are many who do, and I am one of them. Wouldn't it be terrible if there weren't any color? Why, what could we see that was beautiful? Flowers would certainly not be so lovely to look at as they are if they weren't dressed in pinks, blues, lavenders, yellows, and so many other shades that you couldn't have imagined their ever existing. Pretend, now, that we are walking in the woods on a balmy spring day, when the air seems to be filled with a velvety mist. The first thing we see is color-the color of the new little green buds, and the light, refresh- ing green of the young grass. Then our eye soon falls upon a beautiful apple tree in full bloom. It reminds us a little of a baby whose cheeks are flushed with pink. Now as we walk along the little path taking in all the unexpected flashes of color, we suddenly glance up at the sky. Why, it is not reall you exclaim. What is not real? I ask. The color of that glorious sky. It looks as if some huge giant artist had taken his brush, dripping with heavenly blue paint, and painted up there, leaving big white fluffy spaces for clouds. Everything around us is bright and flickery, all from the sun. The sun's color is hard to explain. It's just bright light that makes everything look happy, especially when it skips about the tree's branches. We have been walking quite a while now, not missing one dainty new color of spring, when suddenly a change seems to come over everything, making trees look as though they bore tiny golden coins, not buds, and making the clouds above look like transparent, bulg- ing bags of gold. All at once we come to a clearing. Standing high on a hill we are held spell-bound. Splashed across the sky are colors that take our very breath away! The sun, now a reddish-orange ball, is send- ing off beautiful colored rays: gold, and pink, and blue that softly diminishes into a laven- der, and orange streaking out across the sky all around us. The sight is so thrilling that we can't take our eyes away from it. We are looking at a mass of vivid colors, colors so bright and rich that we would like to swoop out with our arms and gather the whole wonderful sight to us and have it be ours to look at and enjoy forever. -Susan Schreiner, VIII Form THINGS I LOVE I love horses in the field as they graze on the green grass. I love wind because it can be free and fierce or it can be quiet and soothing. I love walks in the woods in spring when the leaves are coming out and the new grass is growing. Then, if I walk, I can smell the blooming of flowers, the fresh green smell of the spring. I can hear the singing of birds as they build their nests in the trees. I love the snow in the winter, swirling, drift- ing, piling snow. page 74 I love the way the manes and tails of horses blow in the breeze. I love the liberty of a tree as it sways gently in the breeze and then bends almost to the ground when the wind demands. I love the gentle, soft, white clouds as they go by, changing in form, now a lamp, now a face, now a dragon. All these I love because they are freeg free to bend and to fly and to grow, free from houses, rooms, and schools, free to live as they choose. -,loan Becker, VIII Form ROYCEMORE GRIFFIN Bald Head Cliilllf The state of Maine has a very rocky coast. There are many rocks on our beach but my favorite haunt is three miles north of York Harbor. The place of which I am speaking is a rocky point on the open sea. At the end of this point a cliff rises majestically one hundred feet above the waves foaming at its base. This is old Bald Head. At the foot of this cliff are jagged rocks, many of which are mostly under water unless the tide is out. They are great fun to climb at low tide. One day, a year ago last summer, my cousin, my sister, and I decided to explore some of the caverns that tunnel beneath the rocks at the base of the cliff. We found many interesting articles in the caverns, two of which astonished us. One was a stick of dynamite, the other was a lobster pot sup- porting a gigantic boulder, under which we had been exploring. We never realized the flimsy little apparatus was protecting our lives. We saw a speck of light about forty feet above our heads, while we were in the caves, and decided to climb up to it. When we THE FIRST STAR A tiny pinpoint of light Appears in the pearl-gray sky, Before the pale moon rises And the other stars on high Come out to join their comrade. How lonely now she seems So high above this earth of ours, Aloft in the land of dreams, More lovely alone in the clouds Than all the milky way. I'll make my wish on this hrst star, It may come true some day. -Anne Haskell, VIII Form SPRING - 1941 emerged from the opening, we found our- selves half way up the cliff and to our horror we saw only a few juts of rock protruding from the stone wall that stretched up as far as we could see above our heads. Then we discovered another side of the cliff to our left, and clinging desperately to any hold we could find, we made our way toward this side. It had more ledges to stand on and was easier to climb. How we ever reached the top or why we ever attempted it in the first place, I shall never know. Old Bald Head will stand like the marvel of nature that she is in the future genera- tions. I love this cliff more than words can say because it is like a landmark of time to me. The waves beat against its side and the wind howls around it, but like anything fine, built on a strong foundation, neither weather nor time can mar it. Others will scale its heights and explore its caves, but I wonder how many will love it as I do. Bald Head will stand looking out over the ocean into the mists at the sea forever. -Anne Haskell, VIII Form SKY PEOPLE Sun is the undaunted knight Who rides the sky with Day, And, fearless, clothed in garments gold, Is ever on his way. The moon is a lovely lady Who journeys abroad with Night, In a hopeless but never ending quest Of Sun and his shimmering light. The stars are the little lanterns That come on, one by one, To guide the lovely Lady Moon In her nightly search of the sun. -Helen Spooner, VIII Form page 75 First Christmas One dark night of long ago In the land of neither ice nor snow, There shone a great light from a star, Guiding three wise men from afar In search of a Child who was born the King, To give Him gifts and His praises sing. The star stopped over a stable below Where the Christ Child lay in a manger low His mother, fair Mary, and joseph were there, Watching the ogering of gifts so rare From the three wise men who, we are told, Gave gifts of frankincense, myrrh, and gold Then came shepherds from hillsides steep, Where they had been sleeping while watching their sheep Until they were wakened by a dazzling light, And an angel who told them of the glorious night That our Lord was born, and so each brought Sheepskins and lambs and gifts handwrought. And now we celebrate in December Christmas Day to help us remember That which happened so long ago In the land of neither ice nor snow. -Marcia Sullivan, VIII Form ON THE SHORE It is always fun to go down by the sea shore and stand on the lonely beach and lis- ten to the waves hit the rocks as they rush upon the sand. You can hear the soft spray from the foaming waves as it hits the rocks on the shore. The white foam makes a gurgling sound as it reaches the shore and then, with the tide, goes back into the dark- ened sea. Countless numbers of gulls fill the sky with downy whiteness as they swoop upon their prey, the luckless fish below. Some- times towards evening, on the shore, there is a solitary fisherman with his rope-coiled net. He patiently waits for it to bring him a netful of wriggling and slippery fish from the sea below. Then as the sun slowly sinks into the sad, lamenting sea, the light fails and darkness veils the earth from view. -Phoebe Steger, VII Form AUTUMN FROM THE HILL From the hilltop I can see The lake, the town, the sky. The wood's huge spread Is flaming red, And lazy clouds float by. Waves are high upon the lake, They are all white with foam. Upon the shore They pound and roar, And make me want to roam. page 76 People in the town are gay. Big bonfires line the street: The gray smoke curlsg In wind it swirls About the people's feet. Autumn from this little hill Shows up in every way. Its colors bright Are such a sight That I came here to play. -Ann Blunt, VIII Form ROYCEMORE GRIFFIN Thanksgiving Thanksgiving morning was cold and brisk, but cloudy and threatening. I was eager to be off to Aunt Mary's and Aunt Allie's home in Elroy, Wisconsin. We were going by car through Madison and Baraboo. I could pic- ture in my mind's eye the kitchen, with its black, polished, old-fashioned wood stove, the floor covered with rag rugs, and the oilcloth- covered table. I could also picture the lean-to with its immense wood-box chock-full of wood! I knew that my first job would be to get some relishes out of the cellar. That meant lifting up the trap-door and walking carefully down the narrow stairs to a stone- walled room smelling sweetly of apples and other fruits. The walls would be lined with shelves loaded with canned fruits and vege- tables. Aunt Mary would be making pie crusts and Aunt Allie would be making the stufling for the turkey. Uncle George might be whittling or going for more wood to keep the fire roaring. The large dining-room would be all in readiness for the dinner. SNOVVFLAKES Whenever a snowflake leaves the sky, It turns and turns to say Good-bye! Good-bye, dear clouds so cold and gray. ' Then lightly travels on its way. And when a snowflake finds a tree, Good-day, it says, Good-day to thee! Thou art so bare and lonely, dear, I'll rest and call my comrades here. But when a snowflake brave and meek Light's on a rosy maiden's cheek, It starts, How warm and soft the day! 'Tis summer. -and melts away. -Alida Sherman, VI Form SPRING - lQ4l With these pleasant thoughts in mind I climbed into the car with the rest of the family. Our trip was very pleasant until we got to Madison, when it began to snow. As we got farther and farther north, the snow turned into a blizzard. W'e had left Baraboo and were on a country road, which was hard to see because of the blinding snow. Suddenly we skidded and we felt ourselves going into a snow bank. The engine stalled and Daddy and I had to go for help. This meant going to Ablemen's, which was fortunately only a half-mile distant. As we plunged along 1 felt sad wondering whether we would ever get to Aunt Mary's and Aunt Allie's home. Within an hour, though, we were on our way to Elroy again. The rest of our trip was not hard going and as we turned the corner, we could see the lights of the house. My, what a relieved and happy feeling I experienced when I stepped into the cozy kitchen with all its warm odors greeting usl -Winifred Stene, VIII Form AUTU MY FANTASY From the lofty branches Stretching overhead, Come floating many-colored leaves, Golden brown and fiaming red. The soft wind blows them hitherg They dance amid the air, One by one they fall in heaps And sleep without a care. Soon they're burned by hre In raging torrents high, As the lonely trees above Bid a farewell sigh. -Gertrude Munns, VII Form page 77 A VISIT TO THE UPPER SCHOOL SCIENCE ROOM In january the Sixth Form was studying about the moon's phases and shapes in their Social Studies class with Miss Barclay. She took the class over to the Upper School sci- ence room. There Mrs. Lang told us many things about the moon, sun, and earth. We all took our scratch pads and wrote notes on her lecture. She told us that the sun stands still and that the earth and stars go around it. The earth, turning around on its axis once, makes our day. The earth is always slanting. It never stands straight. Mrs. Lang said that the earth, going around the sun once, makes a year. When I came out of that room I felt as if I had learned a great deal. -Maryella 'Garne-r, VI Form CHRISTMAS Merry bells are ringing. Happy voices are singing. In the hay a baby lay On that happy Christmas day. In the church the organ's playing. All the girls and boys are praying As we look up at the altar On this happy Christmas day. -Suzanne Ellis, VI Form SN OW THE FAIRY MAN Under a mushroom sat a little fairy man. He had a little coat on of lightish colored tan. Every time he laughed he shook and shook and shook. He also had some glasses that he used for writing books. And then a flash of yellow and then a flash of green- He had seen me in the bushes, so he slipped away unseen. -Rachel Grier, VI Form Snow is a gflugy white blanket Helping the flowers keep warm, But the rays of the sun of summer Will frighten away the storm. The tiny buds of the Crocus And the jonquils show their heads Through the blanket of white that covers Their warm, moist, earthy beds. -Ardis Kuhnen, VI Form age 78 ROYCENIORE GRIFFIN , A THE FIRE One morning as I was coming to school I saw some smoke near the Technology Build- ing which is being built on the Northwestern Campus. When we drove in front of it we saw that it was on fire. When I got to school everybody was very excited and we asked Miss Holt to take the Fifth and Sixth Forms to see the fire and she said she would. When we got there it was blazing very high and we saw one man was up on a piece of iron work and Ere was underneath him. By that time some firemen were there and were doing their best to put the fire out, but it didn't look as if they were making much progress. It seemed too bad to see a new building being burned. When I came home from school mother said that she saw the fire department come out from Chicago. It was the biggest fire I have ever seen. -Alice M. Ayars, V Form SNOW The snow is coming down. It settles round about the town. It alights on hill and dale And on ships that have set sail. We see it coming to the ground. It takes a lot to make a pound. I like to play out in the snow. Then snowballs I can throw. -Florissa De Vries, V Form MY ELEPHANT In art I had a good time. I made an elephant out of wood. First I made a picture of it. Then I traced it onto wood. I started to saw it. After I finished sawing, I sand- papered it. Then I painted it. That's how I made it. I'm going to make an imaginary story about my animal. One night I went to bed. In the middle of the night I was awakened by a sudden Bang outside of my door. I jumped out of bed and opened my door. There stood my animal. He had come alive! Then I said, Say, how did you get so big? The elephant said, Te-r-r-r-rump, te-r-r-r-rump, which I think meant, Oh, I just grew. I was so surprised that I jumped up and down and woke Mother and Dad. They said that I could take a ride on him. I said, Oh, goody! and I jumped upon his back. Then I told him to go downstairs. Thump, thump down the stairs and out the door. I turned him up the street. After a while we were out in the country. There we met a circus. We stopped there and a man said, May I buy that elephant? and I said, Yes, and he was sold! -Ellen De Moe, IV Form SPRING Winters days will soon be going, Spring's winds will soon be blowing. Birds will sing, Bells will ring. All the world will greet the Spring. -Pollyanne Bryant, IV Form MY FAVORITE CARDINAL This morning as I arose from bed, Out the window I saw a flash of red. On a branch of a tall dark pine, Sat a cardinal, a favorite of mine. After a while he began to sing. Then he showed his bright red wing. He flew like a flame, far away, But he will come back another day. -Estelle Blunt, V Form SPRING - 1 941 page 79 CHRISTMAS The leaves are gone. The snow is deep, deep. I love to make a castle in the snow so deep. Christmas is almost here, Christmas, Christmas! I love it the most of all the year. -Maryl Lee Whipple, II Form THE SNOW The snow is falling down, down, down, Covering roofs so bare and brown, Floating slowly without a sound, Covering over cold bare ground. -judy Tibbitts, III Form BRIGHT LEAVES The leaves are yellow, red, and brown, Flying, whirling through the air, Gay leaves flying everywhere. The trees all wear a flaming crown Of leaves, yellow, red, and brown. -Helen Sherman, III Form HALLOWEEN A witch comesflying down on Hallowe'en. The black cats are out in the night. The hump on the cat's back is very big. The jack-0'-lanterns stare at you. Big bats are out in the night. -Harlene Plotkin, II Form CHRISTMAS Christmas, Christmas is a jolly day, Christmas, Christmas is a time so gay, l love its snow, its shine and glow, Christmas, Christmas, I love you so. Adriaen Van Vactor, II Form page 80 A WALK We went to buy a pumpkin for a jack-ol lantern. We went to one store and we couldn't find a nice pumpkin. We went to another store. There we found a nice pump- kin. It was such a lovely day we took a long mme' -Adriaen Van Vactor, II Form RIDING Riding in a sleigh, Down the hill we go Hear the bells ringing, Hear the children singing, Riding through the snow. -Ginger Aitchison, Il Form OUR LIBRARY We have a library in our room. In our library we read quietly. We have lots of interesting books. We take turns being the librarian. The'name of our library is Roycemore Library' -The Kindergarten OUR TURTLES Joann brought three turtles to school one day. We liked them very much and we made a poem about them. Then we sang it. Here is our song about the turtles. Three turtles, three turtles, They live in our dish. They're green as the grass And they swim like a hsh. -I Form ROYCEMORE GRIFFIN FEATURE CJYQQ-ZX? ff' -fi-.f'e.,f.ezf1sQa...Q -:A ' ' P 1- ' F ' T -ff ,KV , 1 T -F ' 'V ' px. f t '. Q S ' f x .f 1 i Examination for Roycemore 1. tap Cb? CCD Cdl II. ur. qap tbl KC? SPRING' Faculty If Mary has an apple and if johnny has an apple, and if each one Wants to divide his apple into fourteen equal parts, how many seeds will be found in the resulting apple sauce? If A pays 202, interest on 1520 and B pays 5072, on 350, what is the name of the bank that they keep their money in? If Peggy and Billy together have 315.25 and candy costs 31.00 a pound, how many pieces can they buy at a penny down and five days to pay for the candy? If Virginia bakes a dozen cookies in 20 minutes and if Louise bakes a dozen cookies in 20 minutes, and if they both bake raisin cookies, what is the ratio of cookies in relation to the number of hours and of raisins? Write a brief summary of the En- cyclopedia Britannica in fifty words or less, illustrating the main theme of the book and mentioning im- portant specific details fsuggested time: 20 minutesy. lfVho published the Aeneid and why? Who was Aenea's second wife and what was the name of Aeneas's fifth cousin's oldest brother? What was his relation to Aeneas's second wife, and what relation was Aeneas to his sister's mother? Is a Harpy a musical instrument? Explain in one thousand words or more. l94l Cdl Iv. gap Cb? CCD Cdl CCD ffl v. gap Cb? ici td? v1. qap tb? Who were the Greeks and what re- lation did they have to Achilles's heel? Trace the evolution of man in sixty words or less. Does Hedy Lamarr have anything in common with Cleopatra of Egypt? If so, what? Write all the provisions of the Con- stitution fsuggested time: 20 min- utesj . What was the ratio of gold to silver in the year 1900 and how old is Henry Ford? What was the social life of the cave man in relation to that of Royce- more girl? What relation was Paul Revere to Paul Jones? Parlez-vous francais? Pourquoi? Translate and answer. List your complete French vocabu- lary. Count up to l,000,000,000,000,000 in French. YVrite a two thousand word theme on the French language. Compose a melody in the meter of Frenesi and write your own words with every tenth Word rhyming with CKhaPPy,.I! Mfhat would be the technical name for a jam session? -Shirley Mellor, XII Form page 83 page Application for Admission to loe College 1 l. Name ffamiliarj Qformalj ffamilyj 2. Address fplease print illegibly backwardsj 5. Age Probable date of graduation 4. Please give average grades for sixth grade made by the following? Maternal great-great uncle Paternal fourth cousin once removed 5. Check the following subjects which you are taking this year. If you are tak- ing more than two, state the reasons. a. Crossword puzzles and how to e. Callisthenics and advanced first draw squares aid b. Modern exclamations fnothing f. Chemurgy, or the practical uses profanej of chewing gum c. Latin and why it's a dead g. language Qothers not mentioned abovej d. How to do others before they do you 6. Check and explain the following remarks which you have heard applied to yourself. She's in the groove ........ Wheeeee ........ She's a hopeless case ........ She'll go a long way ........ Why doesn't some- body tell her.. . . . 7. Personal habits: check yes or no. Do you clean your saddle shoes regularly? Do you doodle? Do you take your shoes off at the movies? Are you bored now? 8. Write a short summary of your life, and the reasons why you wish to attend joe College. Include in this a definite statement concerning why is life and your relation to it. -janet Ingram and Betsy Brown 'N. B. If they failed to reach sixth grade give average mark of last grade attended. 84 ROYCEMORE GRIFFIN A PERFECT DAY FOR THE VIUNIORS 8:25-Frantic study of left-over Latin vocab. 8:30-Madi and Little Joe. 8:38- The seniors may go quickly, now. Groanl 51 whole minutes of French! 9:10-Bradley- Isn't it 9:30, yet? 9:45-Hjermie- Where are all your tap shoes? 10:05-Gousha- Let's do it over just once, Hjermie, real fast! 10:07-Juniors- We'1l be late to class, Hjermie, so we'd better go right now. 10:20-Gillfillan and Armstrong- Sorry we're late, Miss Hagerty, but we were in gym and-- 11:15-juniors- Was there really a class meeting, Babsie? 11:55 12:20 12:35 1:15 1:29 1:31 2:15 2:50 3:00 -Tilden, Armstrong and Gillfillan- Can we go now, Mrs. Lang? -Thomas- Keep quiet, you kids, or I'll have to report you! -Thomas- Wickman, stop eating! -Mrs. Wright- If those seniors don't stop terrorizing us I'll have to hang a shade on that doorl -The Same- My, but I'm hungry. -Betsy Brown ffrom Historyj - I beat you again. I'm First in line! -Unfortunate Study Hall Supervisor- Let's settle down now, and get to work. And will the juniors please stop wriggling! WEONA! -The Same- Now I don't want to see any desk tops: it isn't 3:00 yet. -Morrissey, Conley, Veale, Johnston, and a number of unknown Sopho- mores- Are you going home now, Pearl Anne? -Therese jordan, XI Form LITTLE WHITE LIES I studied till twelve last night and then mother made me go to bed. u u I wouldn't mind if she had said it to my face. She has a grudge against me. I know the answer, but I just can't think of it. Of course, I understand the problem: I just can't work it. I'd love to go but . . . Who? Me? Certainly I can keep a secret. -Martha Harbrecht, XII Form FAMOUS LAST WORDS It comes from the Latin. If there aren't any more of you interested, we just can't have a team. No, I don't understand, Miss Parks. You kids don't have any class spirit! H rr This morning we have a senior speech. Passez les devoirs, s'il vous plaitf' We're not trying to frighten you, but your exam . . . ra lt There are two roadsters parked across the street. I can't come to rehearsal today, Ricie. The assignment is prose lesson fifteen. -Marjorie Amos, XII Form SPRING' 1941 pa e 85 ? School Statistics for the Year togtoftoatt CHARM ...... PERSONALITY .... GLAMOUR .... POISE ........... SENSE OF HUMOR .... BEST DRESSED .... BEST STUDENT. . . BEST BLUEEER ..... BEST SINGER ..... BEST DANGER. . . BEST EATER ..... BEST ATI-ILETE. . BEST ACTRESS. . . MOST STUDIOUS. . BIGGEST GOSSIP. . . ......... Seniors .... . Freshman Senior junior Sophomore . . . . .johnsOn, Webb. . . ....Brown.... .....Magie.... .....Cook..... ....Klaner..... .....Foley..... . . . . .Austin, Harbrecht ........ . . . . .Austin, Stover. . . . .....Bowman......... ....Austin.... .....johnston......... .....JohnstOn......... ....Stover.... .....BOgert.... IN WORST WITH FACULTY. . .Sherritt. . . . . DIGNITY ............ ......Amos.... .... Bradley ......... Fitzgerald, Chamberlaine ....... Coombs Tilden .... .... R ussell . . . ....Grulee .Juniors ......... Alther .... ..... P arkhill .WiebOldt ....... Alther .... .... E dwards Tilden .......... Russell .... .... B urgess Wickman ....... Alther .... .... S tine Gillfillan ........ Tabin .... .... R uxton Ives ............. Peake ..... .... N . Pirie Mowry, jordan. .Dilling .... .... L aird Armstrong ...... Peake ..... .... F rost Thomas, Linthicum ...... Nash ..... .... L aird Thomas ........ Holloway ..... .... M . Pirie .Jordan .... .... L ane ....... .... B ogan Thomas ......... T abin ........ .... D ennis ....Veale..... Armstrong Conley .......... Sophomores ......... Hughes Holloway ....... ,... S eaman Favorities for toatoatoatt Senior junior BAND .... .... G lenn Miller ...... Tommy Dorsey .... RECORD .... .... T hese Things You These Things You Left Me Left Me ........ AUTOMOBILE ........ Buick ....... ..... B uick ............. COLLEGE fWOMEN'S, . Vassar ..... .... S mith ............ COLLEGE fMEN'S, .... All ............... Dartmouth ....... ACTOR .............. ACTRESS ..... PLAY .... MOVIE ..... SPORT ..... page 86 Laurence Olivier. . .James Stewart. . .Vivien Leigh ...... B ette Davis ....... Berkeley Square .... T here Shall Be NO Night .......... Philadelphia Story. .Hell's Angels ..... . Swimming ......... Tennis, Swimming. Russell, MacArthur. .Dennis Sophomore Freshman Tommy Dorsey. .Glenn Miller Volga Boatmen. .Concerto for Clarinet Mercury ........ Packard .Wellesley ....... Sweet Briar . Dartmouth ...... Dartmouth Laurence Olivierjames Stewart .Bette Davis ..... Bette Davis Life With Father .Life With Father Tobacco Road. . .Flight Command Horseback-riding .Swimming ROYCEMORE GRIFFIN Chroimicleiof the Year September 25: Student body gets weighed by Hjermie. Sherritt underestimates her weight by twenty pounds. October 15: Dr. Stock suddenly attracts Roycemore. We wonder why! October 22: School iinds out the identity of Yehudi at Gay Nineties Party. Little did the faculty realize that they were harboring a non-existent in their midst! October 25: End of first month. Miss Lap- ham starts Get-Rich-Quick Club for faculty by selling stock in Fine Tele- phone Company. October 27: Tryouts for Senior Play: Ricey endures superhuman acting efforts for three days. November 4: Outstanding athletes find them- selves on the fourth team. November 6: Wayne ferrets out subject of Klaner's forthcoming Senior Speech. Ef- fect was not to be believed. And it wasn't either. November 20: Thanksgiving vacation begins. Seniors go to work. November 25: Vacation ends. Austin plays doctor to the Seniors with honey, lemon, and Kleenex. December 5: Dress rehearsal. Sully shows her true character. December 20: Christmas Program. Girls leave en masse, glowing with anticipation. January 6: Girls return en mess. January 9: Two Seniors exhibit sisterly love in a clinch. A broken nose and a gashed cheek result. January 25: Exams! We didn't want to go to college anyhow! February l: Student Government reveals identity: gives students a trip to Florida. SPRING ' 1941 February 21: Freshman gets by with impos- sible: chews gum in Roycemore Student Government meeting. February 28: Tilly and Judy ward off icy blasts of Roycemore's halls with red flannels. March 1: Hjermie forms pyramids in gym class. March 4: Zorro comes to Varsity. March 5: Zorro comes to Roycemore via Freshmen. March 6: School finds out what is in Royce- more Spaghetti. March 7: Local hospitals full of patients. March 21: Sophomore style show: rest of school hopeful about the Prom. March 25: Seniors get sample Scholastic Aptitude Test blanks. March 26: Seniors blank. March 28 fShouldn't this read March l5P -Ed.j: Griffin Board deadline. April 1: School one big joke. It says here. April 3: Connie gives Senior Speech: Wayne still can't believe it. Griffin Board pre- pares to meet deadline. April 4: Palio. Everyone's nervous system shot. Winners ecstatic. VACATION! April 14: We return. Healthy? RestedP May 10: Exams approach. School begins to study. May 22: Exams. 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Sports Things 333 PARK AVENUE Daytime Clothes GLENCOE, ILLINOIS Costume Accessories TEL. GLENCOE 1500 WINNETKA, ILLINOIS The Compliments of B O 0 k B O X The North Shore's T Personal Book Shop with MASQUE 8. DIRK Cm BOOKS ' CARDS Free Delivery 519 Davis Street Uni 5305 EVANSTON page ROYCEMORE GRIFFIN 'MIGHT MAB SENT IN MIND, IS FULL IN HEART EIGHT STUDENT THE EEESHMEN GOVERNMENT '-IS A FRIEND IN DEED 9 Page 95 Names and Addresses of the Faculty MIsS REBECCA SHERMAN ASHLEY The Orrington . . MISS BARBARA AUSTIN 3 Briar Lane . . . MISS NIADI BACON 653 Elm Street . MISS FRANCES BADGER 18 East Pearson Street . MISS MARY E. BARCLAY Greenwood Inn . . . . MISS ALMA BIRMINGHAM 800 South Halsted Street . MISS DOROTHY CAHILL 1755 East 55th Street . MISS JEAN Cox 531 Grove Street .... MISS MADELEINE H. EYLAND 2738 Lincoln Street . . . MISS LOUISE HAGERTY ll11GrantStreet . . MRS. DOROTHY H. I-IINII 1307 Maple Avenue . MISS MARIE H JERMSTAD Greenwood lnn . . . MISS ANNE HoLMEs 1906 Lincoln Street . MISS EMMA HOLMES 1906 Lincoln Street . MISS MlI,DRED HOLT 2020 Sherman Avenue . MRS. PHILEMON B. KCI-ILSAAT 1405 Judson Avenue . . . 1lQL1l.Of1lQ41.1l Evanston Glencoe Winnetka Chicago Evanston Chicago Chicago Evanston Evanston Evanston Evanston Evanston Evanston Evanston Evanston Evanston MRS. NORMAN A. LANG 206 Catalpa Place . MISS LULU LANGSTCN 2206 Sherman Avenue . MISS EDITH LAPHAM 309 Davis Street . . MRS. JOHN G. NICALLISTER 1225 Hinman Avenue . MISS MARION MCKENZIE 2209 Ridge Avenue . MISS FLORENCE NUSSBAUM 1039 Hollywood Avenue . MISS KATHARINE PARKS 1939 Orrington Avenue . MRS. KEITH PRESTON 729 Emerson Street . MISS ELINOR RICE 2207 Maple Avenue . MISS NATALIE ROCKMAN 7724 Eastlake Terrace . MISS CLARISSA SMITH 2249 Sherman Avenue . MRS. SPENCER D. SMITH Wilmette Evanston Evanston Evanston Evanston Chicago Evanston Evanston Evanston Chicago Evanston 918 Linden Avenue . . Hubbard Woods MISS MILDRED SPRAGUE 2208 Sherman Avenue . MRS. G. LEONARD SULLY 2l23yZ Ridge Avenue . . MISS ELIZABETH K. WILLIAMSON 1922 Orrington Avenue . . . MRS. LAWVRENCE S. WRIGHT 2207 Maple Avenue . . Evanston Evanston Evanston Evanston age Q6 RCYCEMORE GRIFFIN Royce-monte Students, I9.qtofI9.q1.I CAROLYN AITCHISON 595 Lincoln Avenue HELEN AITCHISON 595 Lincoln Avenue VIRGINIA ALLEN 1100 Ramona Road JOSEPHINE ALTHER 2714 Sheridan Road MAR JORIE AMos 831 Ashland Avenue CARROL ANDERSON 2420 Orrington Avenue . MARY ANDERSON 2427 Central Park Avenue . POLLY ANDERSON 2427 Central Park Avenue . WEoNA ARMSTRONG 539 Forest Avenue . ELIZABETH AUSTIN 3 Briar Lane . . ALICE AYARS 1130 Sheridan Road BARBARA BANGIIART 8430 Kostner Avenue TI-IELMA BARNES 320 Greenwood Boulevard . JOAN ANN BECKER 2743 Illinois Road . ANN BLUNT 33 Locust Road . . ESTELLE BLUNT 33 Locust Road. . . Bonsv BOGAN 733 Milburn Street . SALLY BOGAN 733 Milburn Street . DALE BoGI-:RT 663 Walden Road . AVELINE BOWMAN Glencoe Glencoe Wilmette Evanston Wilrnette Evans ton Evanston Evanston Evanston Glencoe Evanston . Skokie Evanston Wilmette Winnetka Winnetka Evanston Evanston Winnetka 2219 Orrington Avenue . Evanston SPRING - 1941 PEGGY BRADLEY 425 Grove Street . . BETSY BROWN 1459 Asbury Avenue DARIA BROWN 810 Forest Avenue . POLLYANNE BRYANT The Georgian . -ICANN BUCKLEY 1500 Asbury Avenue SUSANNE BUCKLEY 1500 Asbury Avenue JOAN BURGESS . Evanston . . Evanston . . Wilmette . Evanston . . Evanston . . Evanston 153 Sheridan Road . Hubbard Woods JOHANNA BURR 408 Greenwood Boulevard . Evanston DIANE CI-IAMBERLAINE 92 Kedzie Street . . CAROLYN CONLEY 2543 N. Deere Park Dr. COURTNEY Cook 150 Meadow Lane . PATRICIA CooMBs 554 Sheridan Square NANCY CowELL 2439 jackson Avenue RUTH CRAWFORD 1111 Maple Avenue . CLAIR CURTIS 245 Linden Street . VIRGINIA DANIELS 1018 Sheridan Road NANCILOU DAvIs 404 Church Street . KATHARINE DAwEs 1034 Westmoor Road MARILYN DEAN . . Evanston Highland Park . Winnetka . . Evanston . . Evanston . . Evanston . Winnetka . . Evanston . Evanston . . Winnetka 706 Braeside Road . Highland Park page 97 I SHIRLEY DEAN 706 Braeside Road . Highland Park ELLEN DE MOE 585 Ingleside Place . BARBARA DENNIS 2717 Lincoln Street . FLORISSA DE VRIES 725 Colfax Street . JoAN DE VRIES 725 Colfax Street . ELIZABETH DII.LING 545 Essex Road . MoLLY DowsE 500 Cherry Street . NANCY DRAKE 812 Leyden Lane . SUZANNE EDWARDS . Evanston . . Evanston . Evanston . Evanston Kenilworth Winnetka Wilmette 2323 Orrington Avenue . Evanston SUZANNE ELLIS 2878 Sheridan Place CAROLINE ERIcsoN St. Mary's Road . . . VERA ESLER 1270 Asbury Avenue ANAMARY EvANs 2006 Sheridan Road SUsIE EVANS 2006 Sheridan Road CAROL FALLEY 147 Dempster Street ELIZABETH FERGUSON 1306 Rosalie Street . JOAN FITZGERALD 730 Sheridan Road SHIRLEY FITZGERALD 730 Sheridan Road BERENICE FLEISCHMANN 226 Essex Road . DARLENE FOLEY . . Evanston Libertyville Winnetka Evanston . . Evanston . . Evanston . Evanston Winnetka Winnetka Kenilworth 1519 Hinman Avenue . . Evanston BoEsIE FROST The Orrington . . Evanston OLIVELYNN GAIL 2215 Orrington Avenue FRANCES GALBRAITH 2518 Ridge Avenue . . JOY GARNER 804 Prospect Avenue . . MARYELLA GARNER 804 Prospect Avenue . . JUDITH GlLIlFII.LAN 432 lvashington Avenue JEANNE GOUSHA 1519 Hinman Avenue . RACHEL GRIER 1714 Asbury Avenue . LOUISE GRULEE 2703 Colfax Street . LYNN HANSEN 1322 Lake Street . . NANCY HANSEN 1322 Lake Street . . DALE HANSMANN 1220 Maple Avenue . JEANNE HANSMANN 1220 Maple Avenue . MARTHA LoU1sE HARBREGHT 2729 Sheridan Road . PATRICIA ANN I-IARERECHT 2729 Sheridan Road . JOAN HARRIS 801 Hinman Avenue . DOROTHY HARTLETT Box 575 .... ANNE HASKELL 2643 Orrington Avenue JANIS HAYS 321 Kedzie Street . PATTY HOLLOWAY 414 Church Street . MARY KAY HoUGH 812 Lloyd Place .... ELOISE HUGHES 744 Prospect Avenue . . Evanston Evanston Winnetka Winnetka Glencoe Evanston Evanston Evanston Evanston Evanston Wilmette Wilmette Evanston Evanston Evanston Glenview Evanston Evanston Evanston Winnetka Winnetka page ROYCEINIORE GRIFFIN JANET INGRAM The Orrington . . Evanston BARBARA IvEs 210 Laurel Avenue . Highland Park CAROLINE JOHNSON 158 Melrose Avenue . . Kenilworth MARGARET JOHNSTON 505 Waverly Road . Highland Park THERESE JORDAN 125 Abingdon Avenue . Kenilworth JEANETTE KEMPF 2500 McDaniel Avenue PATRICIA KERR 2645 Orrington Avenue CONSTANCE KLANER 365 Green Bay Road ARDIS KUHNEN 1048 Forest Avenue . . MARGARET Jo LAIRD 1513 Forest Avenue . . -JULIE LANE 730 Noyes Street . . RICHARD LANG 206 Catalpa Place . . EvA MYRA LARsoN 431 Ridge Avenue . . CHRISTIE LASATER 740 Sheridan Road . . JANET LINTHICUM 617 Haven Street . HENRIETTA LIZARS North Shore Hotel . . JANE ALLAN LOEB 621 Waverly Road DOROTHY MACARTHUR 425 Sunset Lane . . JACQUELINE MCCURDY 1430 Chicago Avenue . JEAN MCFADDEN 708 Michigan Avenue . NANCY MCKEWEN 267 Ridge Avenue . . Evanston Evanston Glencoe Evanston Evanston Evanston Wilmette Evanston Winnetka Evanston Evanston . 'Highland Park Glencoe Evanston Evanston Winnetka JOY MCPHERRIN 1501 Hinman Avenue PEGGY MAGIE 2815 Blackhawk Road . SHIRLEY MELLOR 1094 Pine Street . PATRICIA MEYERS 120 Euclid Avenue . JOAN MOORE 1314 Judson Avenue JANET MORRISSEY 903 S. Green Bay Rd. . VIRGINIA MOWRY 901 Forest Avenue . NANCY MUELLER 1625 Jarvis Avenue . GERTRUDE MUNNS 617 Noyes Street . . WAYNE NASH 1107 Ramona Road MOLLY NICKELL 1322 Davis Street . GEORGENE NOCK 635 Milburn Street . NANCY NOCK 635 Milburn Street . JUNE PADLEY 225 Hamilton Street INDIA PARKHILL 1031 Sheridan Road FRANCES PATTON 1800 Asbury Avenue JUDITH PEAKE 1426 Chicago Avenue MARTHA PIRIE 1190 Westmoor Road . . NANCY PIRIE 1190 Westmoor Road HARLENE PLOTKIN 7729 Eastlake Terrace SUZANNE Porrs 1241 Hinman Avenue . . . Evanston . Wilmette . Winnetka . Glencoe . . Evanston Highland Park . . Evanston . Chicago . Evanston . . Wilmette . Evanston . . Evanston . . Evanston . . Evanston . . Evanston . . Evanston . . Evanston Winnetka . . Winnetka . . Chicago . Evanston SPRING' 1941 page 99 JANET RICHARDSON 781 Clinton Place . . SHIRLEY JEAN ROBINSON 827 Lincoln Street . . CAREY ROLOSON 76 Locust Road . . GINNY RUSSELL 625 Noyes Street . . . MARY LoU RUXTON 1246 Hinman Avenue . NAN RYAN 1316 Maple Avenue . SUSAN SGI-IREINER 337 Sheridan Road . EDITH SEAMAN 2222 Orrington Avenue ALIDA SHERMAN 565 Arbor Vitae Road HELEN SHERMAN 565 Arbor Vitae Road ARLEI-: RUE SHERRITI' 151 Sheridan Road . EVARO JEAN SHERRITI' 151 Sheridan Road . SUZANNE SHRADER 319 Sheridan Road . JULIA JANE SNow 1320 Ashland Avenue . SALLY SNYDER 834 Judson Avenue . . HELEN SOMERVILLE 1023 Michigan Avenue HELEN SPOONER 435 Grove Street . BUSTER STAMP 225 Hamilton Street . MARY JANE STEELE 2440 Orrington Avenue PHOEBE STEGER The Oak Crest . . WINIFRED STENE 1307 Albion Avenue . ROUMELLE STINE 2040 Hawthorne Lane . JOAN STOVER Evanston Evanston Winnetka Evans ton Evanston Evanston Winnetka Evanston Winnetka Winnetka Winnetka Winnetka Winnetka Wilmette Evanston Evanston Glencoe Evanston Evanston Evanston Chicago Evanston 25 Lake Place . . . Highland Park Page 100 JEAN SULLIVAN 155 Chestnut Street . MARCIA SULLIVAN 2620 Lincoln Street . . MARY SUTTER 1038 Sheridan Road . GERALDINE TABIN 427 Ridge Avenue . . BABS THOMAS 1635 Hinman Avenue . JUDY TIBBETFS 315 Davis Street . . ANNE TILIJEN 2431 Pioneer Road . . ANNE TIPPENS 985 Sheridan Road . AIJRIAEN VAN VAcroR 1019 Hinman Avenue . CORINNE VEALE 2440 Lincolnwood Drive JANET WAGNER 2756 Euclid Park Place BILLY WARD 2541 Elm Avenue . . CAMMA WARD 2541 Elm Avenue . . TEASLEY WEBB 925 Michigan Avenue . VIRGINIA LEE WENGER 2207 Maple Avenue . MARYL LEE WHIPPLE 552 Michigan Avenue . PEGGY YVICKMAN 16 Canterbury Court . PEARL ANNE WIEBOLIJT Winnetka Evanston Evanston Evanston Evanston Evanston Evanston Winnetka Evanston Evanston Evanston Evanston Evanston Evanston Evanston Evanston Wilmette 700 McDanie1s Ave. . Highland Park ANN WILLIAMSON 1230 Spruce Street. . . Winnetka MARCIA WYNKOOP 238 YVoodlawn Ave. . Hubbard Wds. ELLIN WYNNE 548 Michigan Avenue . . Evanston JULIE ZISCHKE 299 Moraine Road . Highland Park ROYCEMORE GRIFFIN