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

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X f . is f X Q Q , gm , 9 ig! , ami fx tank , ' ik K, at i t E p f x 3 p ai, A ,, 3 e sr THE STAR-ETTE STAFF - 1932-33 SPONSORS MRS. ELIZABETH BURT SMITH, Miss HELEN MADDocK, Miss MURIEL PHu.LiPs Staff Stenographer: Miss JANE MCMAHON CFrom lcff to righfj Annette Lenz . . . . . . ......... ..... E ditor-in-Chief Jane Bates .... ..... B usiness Manager Jane Bransky ..,. .... A dvertising Manager Anita Grosse .... ....,.. L iterary Editor Robin Douglas .... .....,.....,... A rt Editor Eleanor Greenburg . . . ..., Feature and Humor Editor Lenorc Levitch . . . ....,.... Athletics Editor Anne Trinder .... .... M usic and Drama Editor Madeline Potts ....,.............,.. Classes and Faculty Editor Janet Klein. . .Organizations, Clubs, Council, Committees, and Alumnae Editor Marian Huff .... ..... K odak and Photographic Editor The Senior Class of 1933 has been faced this year with an unusually difficult problem, that of raising sufficient funds to finance the publication of this year-book. Beset with the difficulty of fewer subscriptions and less advertising, the Staff organized a plan whereby each class and club financed its own page and cut in the annual by separate endeavors. Every organization responded in a splendid way, and the book was assured. Because of this plan, it seemed more of an all-school project than ever, and the work of each group is very much appreciated by the Star-Ette Staff. The sponsors for this publication are: Business and Compilation, Mrs. Smith, Literary, Mfiss Maddockg and Art, Miss Phillips. The book this year used the motif of dogs throughout for the art work. It was dedi- cated to the Faculty, who assisted unusually well in the production of the year-book. Thirlfcn

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The The The The The The The The The The The The The The The The The The The The The The The The The The The The The The A TRIBUTE TO' A FRIEND Once through the calm and still of starry night On Wings of slow, sustained, and silent flight Unto my ears there came as from afar The distant noise of someone in a plight. It filled me with a morbid, horrid chill For all around was far too ghastly still, And I had hoped and longed for someone near, My heart, at that sad time, to lightly cheer. And so, my dog, I had to think of you, And happy days that we together knew. How fast the race We ran from school to homeg The apple orchard's red and tempting fruit, Your weekly bath which you would fain dispute, All these were memory's pleasant, hidden store, Such joyous times we had in times before. And now I look at you upon the floor, My dog, you'll say with me until my end, 'Cause you're a dog-And that's a man's best friend. SENIOR VOTE one that is wittiest, ..... .... one that is prettiest, ....... one that is unusually tall. . . one that is daintiest, ..... one that is quaintest, ...,.... one ever ready to serve all. . . . one with most taste, , ......,, one never in haste, ........,,... most graceful dancer on the floor. . one we love best, ......,...... leader of the rest, .......,...,. most ambitious to ever learn more. . . . maiden quite demure, , .,..,,. . . girl always sure, .,.,..,...,,.. one with most pride in her Work. . most studious one, ....... ,,.... . , . most devoted to fun, .,...... one never known to shirk. . , . most talented in art, .... .... kindest of heart, ...,......,... athlete who excells all the rest. . . . one never mad, .......,,..,.. one ever glad, .....,.,..... one whose Writings are best. . . . pianist of parts, ........... breaker of hearts, ,......,.... poet who appeals most to us.. . . cutest as a rule, ....,..... . most loyal to school, ,..,,.. one with personality plus. . , Twelve -Annette Lenz, Senior . . . . .Jean Russell, Azalea Wiggins . . . . .Janet Klein, Lois Johnson . . . .Annette Lenz, Shirley Berry . , . .Lois Johnson, Azalea Wiggins . . . .Lois Johnson, Dorothy Doyle . , . . .Janet Klein, Anne Trinder . . .Shirley Berry, Beverly Bramson . , . .Madeline Potts, Lois Johnson , . .Evelyn Collins, Jean Russell .......,.,..,,.JanetKlein . . . .Janet Klein, Robin Douglas ....,.,,,,...,.IdaI-Iolland . . . , .Anne Trinder, Lois Johnson ...,.,...,,.......JaneBransky . ,Anita Grosse, Eleanor Greenburg . . . , . , .Ida Holland, Anita Grosse Eleanor Greenburg, Louise Hinman ,.......,....,.....IdaHolland 1 , ...,,....,... Robin Douglas . . . .Anita Grosse, Jean Michelson . . . ,Robin Douglas, Marian Huif . . , .Jean Michelson, Jane Bates . . . .jane Bates, Dorothy Doyle . . . .Janet Klein, Lenore Levitch , . . .Marian Huff, Azalea Wiggins . . . .Evelyn Collins, Janet Klein . , . . .Jean Russell, Anita Grosse ,.........,..Evelyn Collins . . . . .Janet Klein, Ida Holland . . ,Jane Bransky, Janet Klein

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NIGHT Night is deep- None of its mystery solved by human minds. People wonder about it But learn nothing! Some study stars, but they hold the secret of night closer. Night is strong, At times frightening, other times sooth- ing- Night is deep. --Jean Russell, Senior MEDITATION Life is strange, Unfathomable. Sometimes happy, Sometimes sad. A few thrive under it While others wilt and die- Who can solve this mystery of life? -Jean Russell, Senior HOPE The little yellow dog curled up in the big, red chair gazed dreamily at the fire. Everything was so good-he had a perfectly delicious bone hidden safely in his little bed and he was warm and sleepy-life was good. I -am sorry, John, but we cannot have that cur here in this house another night. Mrs. Williams has a new wolfhound. I will not stand the mortification another mo- ment. A muffled protest from the husband followed. In a short time the dog saw instead of the fire, a cold, dark world. He came back to the door and whined hopefully. No response-no sound. A half hour passed and his eyes gradually lost their hopeful expression. Slowly he trotted out to the street. If he only had his bone, it would be all right, but no bone and no family was hard-very hard. The lights in the houses shone forth invitingly but were as inaccessible as his lost bone. Winding his way through the now deserted streets, he was aware of a damp cold that seemed to fit in with his spirits. A man rounded the corner. He looked at the little dog, and as their glances met, there was a firm bond between them-both deserted and alone -the man passed on. Suddenly something made the lamp lights grow dim and artificial. It was a white ball hanging low, just above the buildings. It was cold looking-the dog hurried on a bit faster but it followed him. He ran along without aim but with that indestructable faith that dumb animals possess. Soon his home and his family would come. His simple little puppy mind half expected the warm ire and the red chair to appear right after the next corner. It did'n't though, but he was greeted instead by a husky Hello there, doggy ole fellow. The merry inebriate almost stepped on him. What was this silvery thing in front of him? It was a long strip of water glistening because of the white ball in the sky. It was so cold looking. There seemed to be no way of going farther. His ridiculous yellow tail drooped ever so slightly and his dark little form was etched clearly against the brightening sky-there was hope in his eyes. -Azalea Wiggins, Senior Fourleen