Summit School - Flame Yearbook (St Paul, MN)

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BARBARA ANNE WELCH or what her heart thinks her tongue speaks. FELICITY ANN VAUGHAN The fruit that can fall without shaking indeed is too mellow for me. JOAN BERTHA WOOLDRIDGE A little nonsense now and then is relished by the best of men.

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French project. Young ladies, every one. FOR POSTE RITY by Kerstin Pedersen ln kindergarten there were George and Vix, Who made an airplane out of blocks and sticks. As first graders, Miss Cottingham taught us to read, And we hung by our knees with great vigor indeed. The next year we received lots of applause For our brilliant portrayal of Indian squaws. ln third grade we each made a chart of the weather, And recited our tables of nines all together. Remember Miss Piper on Hallowe'en day, When she dressed up as Robin Hood and gave a play? ln the fifth grade we studied the Middle Ages, Our medieval puppet shows were all the rages. The year after that, the fad was playing jacks And collecting our trading cards, of which we had stacks. When they put us in uniforms, my oh my, We were known as the terrors of junior high. Di tells a Greek myth. ln eighth grade we struggled with home economics, But our cooking was too much for even our stomachs. Remember the fun during Freshman Week, Our convict suits, and the scars on our cheek? The next year Our Town was to be a hit, And to boot, Tibet to be titled Tidbit. As juniors our bird skit won us fame, And Coops was the star of Joan of Lorraine. When our class could finally change its hue, Our blazers turned from red to blue, Although we were strong and none dared fight us, We had our plague of Senioritis. Now that twelve whole years have passed, And we know that this year was our last, We'd like to offer some sage advice To those who would reach senior heights: When they tell you to hang by your knees from the trees, Do what they tell you, don't do what you please. Cheering for something. tag? . 24 -