Shimer College - Acropolis Yearbook (Mount Carroll, IL)

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THE RECORD 23. Margaret Plummer . . . Peg . . . And one was a saucy little red-head. 24. Virginia Rison . . . 'fFlash . . . All great women are dying . . . I don't feel so well myself. 25. Grace Rogers . . . Gracie . . . Brains, boats, and bottom fioor Hathaway. 26. Rita. Trace . , . Ritz . . . Diet table and nocturnal habits. 27. Ellen Waller . . . f'Ellie , . . Snoozie, whatsis you mean, zowiel 28. Silvia Wassermzin . . . Siphie . . . the current Baby Snooks. 30. Mary Woolsey . . . Woolie . . . greeting the world with a smile. 31. .lean Youkey . . . Youkey . . . Sometimes I sit and think and sometimes I just sit. PASTORAL The clouds ham: blue on the hill-tops Where clover piled pink swells to sky The fields and the beeches are swaying. The wind blows the cloverin the files. And look! The calves are playful. Their hides are rich in the sun. And I would leap like the foolish calves, Sway as the beech by the stile. Swellas the full-ripe clover. And drink 'till I'm drunk of the day. Lomm Dsnsmorm DEATH Death is a garden blooming with moonflowers. After mad. hot colors of day, The dark comes, And then Slowly the fragile, white. winglike petals open, Perfect, complete With the beauty that blooms Breathing serenity In the cool of the garden of death. Lorum Dm-zsmons HEPATICAS I saw their light blue chalices Thrust carelessly into n howl. I'd come to rind a book or two And chanced on things to stir my soul. I thought, 'Why yes, it's Spring once more.' I had forgot the echoes of another duy Through open windows vagrant dreams Drifted in on the breath of May. A kinglet on a swaying reed. Willows bending in the rain. The marsh frog's throbbing minor chunk . My childhood flooded back again. I saw the mossy streams and lanes Of youth's first soaring careless hours. And lost in dreams, I thought perhaps I'd pick again those tiny flowers. ADELAIDE SHRADER AND SO THEY GO Men break quickly. After long years of toil They suddenly crack- Surface erosion. NVomen break slowly- From the inside. They crumble quietly Until there is nothing left. Prrizrcs Cnouen

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THE RECORD THUS YE SHALL KNOW THEM SKIN IORS Ann Abell . . . Annie-puss . . . a gracious class president. Mary Birkett . . . Boik . . . a gentle ruler. Nancy Blount . . . Nan , . . always a fine companion. Marion Christensen Constance Clough . Patrice Clough . . Lo1'na Densmore . Marjorie Dunkel . . . 'tChris . . . Still Water runs deep. . 'fHenry . . . the memorable, drunken Branwell. Columbus . . . an individual thinker. . Lornie . . . a versatile idealist. . Dunk'l . . . the one behind all this, the Editor. . HFish . . . wantta buy a Recording '? Ellen Francke . . . talented fingers. .Jeanne Greison . . . ask her anything about International Affairs. Eloise Kivlan . . . Pat . . . Irish vivaciousness. Mildred Mercer . . . a lovely, mellow voice and a musical mind that composed Marjorie Fishbein . 'fSpri11g Rain for us. Maxine Miller . . . 'tMax . . . a golden-haired pianist. Jeanette Moore . . . patient and fruitful hours in the art studio. Mary Katherine Nelson . . . Mary K . . . Shimer's comedienne. Ruth Patterson . . . L'Pinky . . . a picture of a perfect lady. Virginia Quade . . . Virg . . , a lively blonde with a ready smile. Ann Roche . . . Ratzyl' . . . the spirit of the A. A. Joyce Sanders . . . Joycie . . . with a diamond as big as that! Phyllis Schaut . . , a pair of sparkling dark eyes. Mary Stang . . . the kind of intellectual that we all like. Maxine Stansenback . . . could I interest you in a Record Ad? Henrietta Weih , . . Henri'l . . . the comforter in the infirm. Jean Bohen . . . Jayl' . . . a paradox of a devlish grin with angelic eyes. May-Jean Gridley . . . a glamorous gi1'l with a beautiful horse. Mary Lerch . . . Shimer's Eleanor Holm. Virginia Peery . . . Ginger . . . the personification of her nickname. Jeanne Sundine . . . t'Sunny . . . who would like to ride with me? Hazel Thomas . . . Tommy and her little lambs. Mildred Witl'1a1't . . SOPHOMORES Irene Arehbold . . sleep and a sleep. LuAnn Bloomberg . . game. Betty Boucher . . . ' . sincere and loyal cooperation. 'K Archy KK Lu!! 'Butchn Unni Boye . . , Unni Girl Doris Brison . . . Baby Doe . Shirley Bruns . . . Bruno Mary Bullis . . . L'Mibs . Babette Friedman . . . Bobby'y . . . Life is just a bowl of cherries, Mildred Garrity . . .UGarrityll . . Roberta I-Iight . . . Sluts Jayne Howard . . . t'Pudles Mary Hyatt . . . Mike . forever. Bebe Iannelli . . . Marion Johnson . Roberta Keck . . Mary Kellogg . . . Gloria Koenigstein . classes. Josephine Logan . Winifred Kreitzer . Virginia Moyer . . Ma1'ion McCarthy Barbara Pace . . . Bebe . ' iilggvn Bobby . . My life is just a Watch or vision Between a . When generous hearts are trump she'll win the . I can't do a thing with my hair. . As she was yesterday and always will be. . . . Why should the devil have all the fun? . . Men may come and men may go but I go on . Jim shoes , by the northwest side . Kel . . . Huh'? . . Petel' . . . When I have nothing better to do I go to . Jay . . . quick and changing moods. . . Winnie . . . comic tap dancer. . 'Ginieu . . . For once in my life I am speechless. . . Mac . . . I said unto myself Hall men are liars . Bobbie . . . Hidden pepper.

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THE RECORD RECESS The night is over. and I not ready for the day Stand here watching the eastern sky flood gray gold tinged. Spreading flames. the clouds, rush and cover all the morning light. Day comes bringing a rush of thoughts Seering the inflames mind. Dawn is all too brief a thing to compensate for day. Loruu Dmrsmoms DENOUEMENT I dreamed that you returned last night to me, And whispered. Dear, our lovely yesterdays Remain a haunting joyous memory . . , As hand in hand we ran and laughed at rain, Or dug our toes in hot dry sand. or cried To see the vast night stagger back at dawn, Or lingered musing ox er pages dried And worn by time. Then suddenly I felt Your tears fall on my face. When I awoke I touched my lips. Your tears had turned to ice. Pnrucs CLOUGH IEAPESTRY OF MEMORIES Time moves gently, Like a tired old man. Careful not to break the precious thread of the past. Slowly it weaves our yesterdays Into a somber tapestry Oi the tears and hopes That are gone. Tenderly time dims its work lvitli a purple mist, Slowly pushing hack the past. A tapestry of memories to keep out The cold of long tomorrows. PATRICE CLOUGH WHEN DUSK COMES There is a longing, longing in my heart, Yearning too deep for idle. falling tears. Loneliness comes as dusk's soft counterpart. Sadly I seek. yet know not what I seek. Beauty, elusive, urgent pulls at me. Gently warm winds and shadows touch my cheek. lVhat clo I seek as evening's black robes sweep Silently brushing back the lust of day? Blindly I search and finding not. I weep. PATRICE CLOUGH