Summit Country Day School - Rostrum Yearbook (Cincinnati, OH)

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X SIIIYICRINCQ liXl'l'lRIlfNlll'. There is one day ol my lile I certainly should not like to live over again, and that is the day my lour Iriencls and I decided to walk across a lrofen pond. The day was quite brisk. and cold enough to translorm the bird-baths, ponds, and water in dogs' dishes into shimmering plates ol glass. Small amounts ol snow patched the emerald green grass, although most ol this cotton-like beauty had been destroyed by the sun. Our ioylul clique was strolling along, talking about the latest Bobby Darin record, when Betsy discovered a quaint lrofen pond. Lookin she said, Let's slide. lt looks strong enough to hold us. So over to the ice we ran. All ol us stepped very timiclly at leirst but concluding the ice was sturdy we boldly glided to the center and began a lively game ol tag, VVe heard a sudden crack. As we ran lrantically lor the shore, our heavy steps caused the ice lo explode into a million and one pieces. VVe Iound ourselves neck-deep in icy water with gloves and scarves lloating in every direction. Alter slowly maneuvering a cold twenty leet, we began trudging to the nearest house with our lips moving up and down even though we weren't speaking. XfVe Iinally reached VVinkie's house. You may be sure that we welcomed a cup ol hot cocoa as we huddled around the big lurnace in the basement. In an hour, when we were warmed and our clothes a sife smaller but dry, we went home to tell and retell the Irightening but also amusing experience to everyone. This terrifying episode ol early alternoon, now that we were warm and sale, seemed very comical. Hf'fIf1If'I' Iieffcll, 7 lcirs 'llhe joy. the happiness ol lille is made up 1 ol the little happenings every day, not iust ol' the good things that seldom occur. In my lile I look lorwarcl to many little things, such as my oneeyear-old sister's hug and my Iour-year-olcl brother's never-ending plea lor more paper to draw on. All one really needs to do is to take a good look at his lile. 1 .Ks one does so, he realizes that there are many small but very nice things occurring every day lor him. Illzlrv Ice lflum, 7 MY IJUCQ IUXIDI BIRIJ My dog Lady Bird was given to me dur- ing the last presidential campaign. She is a beautilul Cocker with an unusually sweet disposition. Living, however, in an almost I . I 1 . ' fy- 4 - ft A. , complctc ly Rcpublican lltlfgllll nh I md, lady Bird seemed doomed to certain unpopularity. To make matters worse, every time she saw the Broadview Drive Republicans she ran to them, barking vigorously. Things reached a climax when election day came. She and I accompanied my mother to the election booth, where we :announced that Lady Bird had come to vote lor Mr, Johnson. Now that the Democrats have been accepted, Lady Bird is also becoming more popular. In Iact. she has lour new Iriencls already. Nuncy SIFIIIIIII, 6 'I WO-NIIIYIT Ili Blil,l.S Between classes there are two minutes in which noise, conlusion, and bewilclerment are mixed to create an uproar. At the sound ol the lirst bell. desks open and the chatter begins. Girls search in their desks. pulling out pens. papers. purses, and lznnor Iic'1f1'ezus to lind their assignments. Others run to their lockers. throwing in their gym clothes and grabbing their arithmetic books. not lor- getting to slam the locker doors. One minute to go! The girls at their desks are now in a lrenfy. History books and spellers are thrown ruthlessly to the lloor in a desperate search lor notebooks. Forty-live seconds! All assign- ments ancl books have been louncl. The big problem now is getting the books and papers not to be used back in the desks. Thirty seconclsl The things on the lloor are in the desks. No, they won't lit. Twenty seconds! Another attempt has been made. not perliect, but it will have to do. Ten seconds to get to math! The Fourth Standard is at the door. Ifive seconds! I dart across the hall and into my seat. Ifour seconds lelt to talk! But the second bell rings belore I can say two words. llanting. we begin the Sign ol' the Cross. ylrznel 13111111.11 l,li I 'S Il,XX'li NIl'SIlLY X'Vhc-n we were in the second standard, many ol us Iookecl lorward to the next year. lor we could then start music lessons. Ol course we all wanted to entertain our teach- ers, parents, and Iriencls by playing in con- certs and distributions. Xyhat are distribu- tions? Distributions are days when the pri- mary ancl the lower schools receive their honors and report cards. XX'e who were in the third standard lelt important because. as we were the only class taking piano les- sons, we had all the entertaining to do. Il we worked hard and gave our teachers good lessons, we were called lor High Honors in music. .Xs the end ol the year came near- er, we had a recital lor our parents, and each ol us played the selection she had pre- 1 pared. iIl11rgz1i'r'I IIIcl,n11r11i. W

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problems, are ol no consequence to the rest ol the world. And all men are in this identi- cal position. For, just as I am to mysell, so is every man to himsell. lo.sc'j1!11'zlc' lylmg, '63 IDIi.X'l'H lX'hat would you do il you had but one day to complete all your lile's dreams and to linish out the time which Cod gave you lor earning everlasting happiness in heaven? lfVhonr would you talk to, where would you go, what would you say? lVhom would you have by your side as you said your last dying words? .X lriend, a lover, your husband, wile. parents, children: or would you preler to die alorre with only God and your memories? This is a very exciting thought: enyisioning everything you would try to cram into a terrilying span ol' twenty-llour hours. There would be rending sorrow lor leaving loved ones, sorrow lor the wrongs you had com- mitted, and sorrow lor the multitude ol new thoughts, opportunities, and adventures which you would never experience or accom- plish. Maybe you would leel a compelling desire to stop the hands ol' death as it clutched relentlessly at the roots ol' your lile: an agonizing leeling ol the endlessness ol' the death pangs gnawing at your soul. You would watch thc- fading ol' your own world as you gasped lor your last breath and the 1 Irrst trmrcl trembling of darkness as you slipped into the stillness ol death. Flnflic' Foley. '63 R1Q.X1.IZ.X'I'ION X little learning is a dangerous thing. How olten I heard you say that, Dad, when I was clownheartecl and discouraged! Now the house seems like a vacuunr since that terrible acciclent took you away lrom lylother and me. The snow is swirling around the house and the lire is crackling in the lire- place. How empty the house seems without you, Dad! I want to go on sitting here lor- ever, ignoring problems, thinking ol nothing that will take my heart away from the peace I long lor. Then I remember that within the next three days I shall have to take my College Board examinations, IVhat do I care about college? Wlhat good will it do me? I have always been in my corner ol the world and want to stay there. Suddenly. I hear your voice. I hear it whisper in the snow and sing through the lire. A little learning is a dangerous thing. I know now what you want me to do. Yes, I shall study, study hard, but all the while I shall be happy, happy because I shall be doing what you want me to do. Mary Knife, '6-1 IU ICRR IS lll'NI.XX, IU FORCQIYIQ IJ'IVINli ll we are normal human beings, we have made our share ol mistakes. On a test in school we are very likely to lorget the correct use ol I and me, just as at home it is possible that we put too much llour into the cake batter. Yet, we can console ourselves by recalling that experience is olten the greatest teacher. XVe must be more than just normal human beings, however, to lorgiye the errors ol' others, especially when they concern us. lVhen Iesus Christ was on earth, He lorgaye all that was done to Him. Even dying on the cross. He lorgave those who had put Him there. Nye can see that it is only normal to nrake a rmstake, but to lorgiye the mistakes ol others is a divine and supernatural thing. tllcoy tllttrrie, 'ol llIliRli'.S NIIISIK1 IN ll HI: NIR Ihere's Music in the Air in the Summit Music Department lrom 8:00 a.rn. until -lzfltt p.m. During the clay a steady stream ol students climbs the stairs to the music rooms. .Ks we pass through this department. we can see the lrrst year pupil patiently practising his scales or a third grader trying Ulll her' new piece, Hoe Cake Schulllef' Gradually, as the older girls come lor their lessons. Bach and Clferny are heard. An eighth grader is seen going over a hard turn in the sonatit which she will play lor her Certilicate. Girls ol' the Upper School will be studying lor their gold or silver medals. The teachers are ever trying to help their students progress by encouraging them. .-Xlthough music may be EIEVQ, hard work, the Summit pupil lincls that it is a uselul accomplishment ol which she can be proud. llilillllfl illcclmllr, N IHIQ XX'll.lJlfI.UXX'lill God planted in the woodlands a tiny seed XVhich struggled through the rich brown earth To lilt its head to the golden sunlight. It blossomed lorth into a lragratrt llower, Living lor God alone amidst the grass. It willed, and its lile ol praise was past. Hriclgel Iirwerl, A' .X Sli.XSHliI.l. lt rs washed ashore -b the porcelain magic ol the Water. Its candy pink ear echoing the haunting depths ol the sea. C,'nrnl1'11c' Hc'c'!.'in, .S

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MY HOBBY Clan you guess what my hobby is? livery- thing I collect is small ancl each object is very clillerent lrom the other. I collect charms! I'hey are lrom clillerent places ancl almost every one remincls me ol a happy ex- perience. One is a little silver lish. livery time I look at it, it remincls me ol the many times Ilaclcly takes me lishing on the river. Another is a little jet airplane which remincls me ol the time I went to Clalilornia. One is a little report carcl ancl it makes me think ol the clay I get my report carcl lrom school. There is a lighter in my collection, too. which makes me think ol my mother. The charm I like best is a little green lantern. It shines in the clark like a little sun. Collecting charms is an interesting hobby. clon'l vou think so? Ypllllliflill fllrlsgeits, S GOI? IS IQINIJ Cocl is very kincl ancl goocl, so He gave me a gilt. The gilt is sanctilying grace. It is the best gilt that He coulcl give. Gocl gives me many other gilts, such as my mincl which helps me think how great .Iesus is, Then there are the sun, the moon, ancl everything in the worlcl that Cocl gives me. .Xren't you glacl Gocl is so goocl? I am. lam' rllftcl.: 'I IIHIQ SYMPHONY Toclay, November 2, Illtill, I went to my lirst symphony concert. lt was also the lirst lor the lourth stanclarcl. XVe hacl lots ol lun watching the musicians playing their instru- ments. My lavorite instrument was the vio- lin. IVe hacl to climb three llights ol stairs. There were golclen chancleliers above us on the ceiling. Belore I knew it, we were sing- ing the Star Spanglecl l'illllIlCl'H ancl the con- cert was over. Symphony music' is my lavorite kincl ol music. Cynilliu Take. 4 'lllli RIVER On the way to school each morning our car passes along the green banks ol the Ohio River. .Xt clillerent seasons ol the year it changes almost like a living thing lrom a muclcly, murky stream to a swilt powerlul river. In the spring the snow in the mountains melts ancl pours clown the creeks ancl brooks to the mighty river. The heavy spring rains help to increase the tempo ol the thousancls ol tons ol water surging clown the river. In this macl rush the river rises higher ancl higher ancl, like an angry olcl man who goc-s into a rage, uproots anything in its path. Logs, boats, ancl sometimes even complete houses go rumbling clown the river in a whirling, twirling rush ol gray-streakecl waves. In the lall the river has harclly a ripple on its great silver surlace. It is like the queen ol a rich, prosperous country clressecl in all her clanling linery, In lact, so clanling is Queen River that on a bright clay one can harclly look her in the eye. She is a gem ol nature. In the winter the river is a clull gray, with ice sometimes lorming along its banks. Then it is like a mighty bear in hibernation. The river is always changing. She is Mother Natures magician, calm one clay, violent ancl stormy the next. Peter Hroenlml, N 1 NI.XROONI',lDl One evening last stnmner my cousin ancl I cleciclecl to take a short spin in our cruiser. Ily the time we hacl checkecl all ol our equip- ment ancl reluelecl, it was almost seven o'clock. I took the helm ancl heaclecl lor a small islancl oll the coast. .Xs we lelt the bay. my cousin remarkecl that the water was calmer than he hacl ever seen it bc-lore. He was soon to eat his worclsf' XtVhen we arrivecl at the islancl, we cle- ciclecl to anchor the boat ancl explore the shores lor a while. Alter being on the beach lor only lilteen minutes, we knew our mis- take. The water hacl become so rough that we coulcl not possibly return home in our small cralt. The only thing to clo was to 1 1 issue an S.O.S. over the short wave set, It seemecl like an eternity belore anyone even answerecl us. Ifinally, a ham raclio operator hearcl our laint clistress signal ancl saicl that he woulcl notily the Coast Guarcl, He promisecl to have them sencl a boat imme- cliately. This shoulcl reach us within the hour. .Xlter Iour hours we still saw no sign ol the rescue cralt. XVe began to woncler il the man hacl notiliecl the Cloast Guarcl at all, ancl to make matters worse, our transmitter was now out ol orcler. lflle hacl nearly given up hope when my cousin spottecl the lights ol a boat. Alter being maroonecl on an islancl lor over Iour hours, we were relievecl, you can well imagine, when we were taken aboarcl the other cralt. lnuzes Cenizzwr, A' .XII IIININ IDl'fI.ICLIsI IIS To me autumn is the most beautilul time ol the year. I can imagine nothing better than the yellow ancl crimson colorecl hillsicles ancl the multi-colorecl llocks ol bircls llying overheacl. But my lavorite autumn clelight is burning leaves. I awoke early on a morn- ing meant only lor October ancl alter a hearty breaklast startecl the rewarcling task ol raking leaves. Our tree. a maple, seemecl to have shecl enough leaves to keep me in a clelirium lor clays. Happily I startecl to rake