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

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AIMS There are some who work for honor, Some who work for fame, Some for recognition, Some for just a name, Some for endless glory, Some for just the game, But after all, what would life be If one didn't have an aim? No doubt these things are wonderful And ind attainments too, But do they all bring happiness? This they cannot do! A little word of kindness to someone who is sad, A little gift of sacrifice to make somebody glad, A little bit of sunshine when it ceases to prevail- It's really more important to see the Holy Grail. --Juanita Anderson, junior METAMORPHOSIS Yellow fields of corn waved in the summer breeze, horses idly switched at the buzzing flies, and the big shaggy dog panted under the somber shade of a huge oak. Chickens wandered where currants hung, plump and juicy, sheltered from the scorching sun, but scuttled away as a shadow fell over them, clucking softly, but resumed their industri- ous air upon seeing that it was only the farmer's son, Tod, trying, with the dignity of his three years, to explore the world which stretched away so invitingly before him. Past the stables and the immortal hayloftg past the apple trees, heavy with their green fruit, so tempting but disappointing when, deceived, you sink your teeth into the hard, bitter flesh, past the gardens he wandered, paused for a moment to sample the straw- berries--luscious sweet garnets, set in emerald leaves and opalescent shadows set with pearly flowers. Through the grass up to his waist he pushed his way, Waving trium- phantly a magic wand-a silken tassel of buffalo grass. Up the pasture he trudged, pausing at berry bushes or to pat the sheep dog who dashed at gophers that looked like sticks, or sticks that looked like gophers. Soon dusk came, and the hired man found him sleeping blissfully under an old oak, a moss-covered old rock for a pillow. A smile crinkled at his twinkling eyes and thin pale lips as he carried the little lad, sleeping peacefully, back home. Clad in a trim suit, a tall, rather heavy-set man stood in the farmyard. The oak was much the same, a little more grizzled, perhaps, but the old, shaggy shepherd dog was gone, and in its place swaggered a cat, aloofly regarding the intruders with an air of suspicion. The apple tree bent its gnarled limbs under the weight of its years, not apples -for but a few wrinkled, worm-eaten fruits remained. Slowly his gaze swept past the old barn, and rested on the yellow corn fields, as unchanged as if it had been only yesterday that he had wandered on this old farm. Turning, he spoke to the old lady next to him. Yes, motherf' he spoke with the self-assurance of a successful business man, you ought to sell the old place and come to live in the city with me. No use being senti- mental--farming doesn't pay any more and this land is just worthless junk. No sensi- ble person would give that for it, and he snapped his fingers with a regal gesture, sweeping away the panorama before him with the almighty dollar. The old oak leaned over and whispered to the apple tree, or perhaps it was only the summer wind rustling their leaves. -Mary Diemer, junior ADVANTAGES OF AN ASSIGNMENT BOOK The advantages of an assignment book cannot be over-rated. On what else would a bored student improve her art ability? With an intelligent and interested expression on her enlightened face, she can be busily taking down notes in shorthand that strangely QContinued on Page SQD Twenly-two

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Sophomores SOPHOMORE CLASS ACTIVITIES Class spirit! Cooperation! Willingness to Work! Call it anything you want to but this yearls sophomore class has it. We've all worked together and enjoyed it. The first thing we tackled was the Hallowelen party which we helped the freshmen give. It was quite an elegant coming-out party with Mr.', Mary Plaisted and Mrs. Mary Francis McDonell Sophomore introducing Miss Joan Bourque Freshman. Out-of- date formals, added to good food and dancing furnished plenty of entertainment. Our next bright idea was selling small china dogs. They sold so fast we didn't even have a chance to name each. Still our energetic class wanted more to keep them busy so we decided to give a Charity Tea Dance, We called it Charity,' because refreshments and decorations were donated by members of the class and part of our proceeds went toward the Christmas party at Howell House. And everyone said it was a novel idea- evcn a good idea-and a grand dance. Again we wanted somtehing to do and then we decided to open a Curio Shop to sell our dogs and any other curios we could find. We closed it with an auction sale which was just heaps of fun. In addition to all this, every member contributed something to school activities. Our president, Mary Plaisted, won second place in the Riding Exhibition and was named on the second honorary basketball team. Gladys Hunt, our vice-president, sang a lovely solo at our Hallowe,en party. Lois Atwood was elected president of Glee Club and bowl- ing manager for G. A. A. Virginia Harvell honored us by being chosen as Starrett's most beautiful girl. She, Gladys Hunt and Jean Canavan represented us on the Luncheon Committee. Sheila Sultan's main interest, apart from caring for our finances, has been tennis as evidenced by her being elected tennis manager by G. A. A. Corinne Grawoig served us very ably as our secretary. Geraldine Field, Mary Plaisted, and Mary Francis McDonell were always on hand with some grand art work whenever we needed posters. As for good workers, we couldn't ask for any better than Erla Stewart, Jeanne Sherwood, Virginia Millard or Doris DeWitt. Our special interest, the Traffic Committee, ably headed by Maybelle Buckley, with the help of Nancy jean Malmfeldt and Mary Francis McDonell, certainly kept our halls clear. With all this energy is it any wonder that the sophomores came through with flying colors and all ready to tackle their junior year? Tzumfy-lb rec