Starrett School for Girls - Starette Yearbook (Chicago, IL)

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Freshmen Alzrom, flu' lI,dlL'II of a muy Jay S fm IISOVX MRS, MINNIIA. M. BURT, Clam Sjlozzmr Miss FR,xNc11zs HUl I4', sm-ml SPOIISOI' Miss EVHLYN Kl'lN'1PI'fli, Comm. Sjmnxor Oj'ivc'1'x DORA JANE KAMPS l'ri'xiif1'ul Dura jane, our prcsidcnt, Thc Frcsl1mcn's guiding star. Qlxpnblc .ls lc.1dci', l And bound to lcgul U9 far. MARY PLAlsT1iD Vin'-I'r'1'5'iil1'rll Our next in rank, vicc-prcsidsnt, In social work licr time lms spent: And we .irc rcndy in QI band, To givu this lirrlu girl .1 lmml. LUELLA MQCALLA Sui'willvjy-Tn'11x111'i'r Our secretary, so dcmurc, ls tried .md true, and quick and sure. licvidcs her other work, slxc rcndx The minutes of our prcvious deeds. lam' Cirulziwi ,if I .55 'liumifj' X im

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The bow and arrow as our symbol, we celebrated that most renowned of arrow- shooters, Cupid, on bis day, the fourteenth of February, by entertaining the entire school at a peppy Valentine Tea Dance in Smith Hall. Lois Johnson entertained with a tap dance, which was enthusiastically applauded. Refreshments and decorations were in keeping with the day. So as the second year of Starrett citizenship draws to a close, we solemnly say: S Is for Sagittarius, archer with might. O Is for orbit he takes in his flight. P Is for Pegasus whom he would ride. H Is for heaven, where Sophomores reside. O Is the wise owl who looks out from the skies. M Is for marks such as Sophomores realize. O Is the outlook we've had through the years. R Is the reason for shedding our tears. E Is the effort made by the whole class. S Is for Starrett which none can surpass. JUNIOR CLASS ACTIVITIES fContinued from Page 23.1 they see the beautiful Tropical Ballroom of the Medinah Athletic Club, they see their school-mates dressed in many beautiful evening gowns, dancing to the tunes of an excellent orchestra. Can this be true? Starrett's first Prom out. It was made pos- sible, this enjoyable evening, by the combined efforts of the Junior, Senior and College Classes and was unanimously proclaimed Starrett,s most successful Prom. And so the Juniors watched their bright rocket falter and fall to the ground. They searched in vain for the empty cylinder as a tangible reminder of the year's pleasures. Although the Juniors were unsuccessful in their quest, they hold deep in their hearts, fond memories of their happiest high school year. 'THE VOICE OF THE ROCKS fContinued from Page 24.j And as lovers they sit at my feet As they tell of their love, and castles they'll build As they plan their future to meet. The valleys, once desert, have blossomed with fruit And flowers grow everywhere, Men now are playing in the sands by the shore With hardly a thought or care. They sayI am gray, that I'm grizzled and old, Tzoenly-Eiglzt And point to the trees on my side, How little they know that Fm younger than they, And I'll be young long after they've died. For the thousands of years that I've stood on this shore Is but a moment to spend, When I view thc vast scope of eternity's span, Which has neither beginning nor end. Eloise Morse

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FATEPP A thin, tired-looking girl of about eight, with a drawn look around her little mouth and eyes, stood on a busy corner in the large city of New York. Papers! papers! extra paper!! she cried. A man came by and roughly pushed her aside, thus causing her to fall, hitting her head on the walk. He went busily on his way, while her tiny form lay on the sidewalk in the shelter of the newsstand, unnoticed. Finally the stooped figure of an old man, with white hair peeping from beneath a worn and dirty cap, tottered slowly past and stopped, turned around and came back. He knelt stiffly down, and with much effort picked the little limp form up in his arms, and after unsuccessfully inquiring as to who she was or where she lived, he decided to take her to his home. By the time he had hailed a cab, she had opened her eyes and asked in a quivering voice, Where am I? Who are you? It,s all right little one, I'm taking you some place where you won't be kicked around like a stray dog--and just call me Tom. At this assurance, she closed her weary eyes and lay in perfect content. When she opened them again, it was quite dark and she was in a soft bed. At first she was frightened and started to cry, but soon the tempting odor of frying bacon and eggs soothed her excited nerves and aroused her curiosity. Softly she crept over to the door and opened it. Her bare feet ran lightly along the hall until she came to a door where light was streaming through the cracks. Two men were talking, first in subdued voices, then in high, loud and gruif tones. She crouched down in the corner and listened. No more buts and ifs, Red. I tell you I'm through! She recognized the voice of her rescuer. Well, I tell you you ain't! Foist, you ain't got no good reason for quittin' meg second, you know I can't do the designs for th' bills. Red, you're a lot younger than I am. I owe you a lot for saving my life three years ago, and besides, you're the making of a really fine fellow. One of my reasons is that if I leave you'll have to go straight for awhile at least and perhaps get in some- thing honest. Profit by my experiences and believe me when I say this counterfeiting racket doesn't pay! My second reason is that little girl I picked up. I'm not raising her to be a crook, she's too much like a tot I once knew. I've taken her and she's my responsibility. Now if that's not enoughi- 1Come on out to my old shack in the mountains with the little girl fproviding she has no parentsj and me. just think? Squeak, boom, the door swung open and his responsibility tumbled in on the floor! Sorry, sir, but I-you, augh-, here she stopped and cried as only an over-wrought eight-year-old can. Never mind, little one, everythingis all right. Come and sit on old Tom's lap and I'll fix you something nice to eat. She quickly scampered to his lap and eyeing the food hungrily said, You know, you're just like the Man my mama always told me about. She used to talk to Him when He wasn't even in the room, and tell him to please send daddy home. He gave kids eats and made them glad, too. Bless you, little one, I only wish I were! For the next fifteen minutes Tom was so absorbed in Little One, and Little One was so absorbed in Tom, that when Red left he went unnoticed. Red had come back and was standing in the doorway, nervously fumbling with his cap. Little One looked up from her food and with her eyes suill fastened on Red walked over to him. He turned quickly away. Daddy? Daddy? It is daddy! I know! Don't leave me, daddy! Please!! she tearfully cried, grabbing his hand imploringly. Red seemed to be fighting with himself, started to push her away, then seemed to weaken. He turned like a flash, knelt, and jerking her to him almost smothered her in his arms. Tears were streaming down his face as he said in a choked voice, My little kid! Babv girl! You ain't forgot me all QConti'nued on Page 44.2 Thirty