Summit School - Flame Yearbook (St Paul, MN)

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A Statement by the Father This face is joan's. This golden hair Is kept by artifice so fair. These cheeks are Joan'sg their sun and roses Cooked by Science, one supposes. Smooth lips are joan's when daubed each day With something called CH-fb au Lzzzf. But art and swab and daub alone Shall not reveal mysterious joan. Barbara Washburn Wood ik joan Ellen Trenerry Once I thought that the roof of my garage was the sky's limit. Now, of course, I'm wise beyond my years . . . my success could reign in any field. Then someone said that the roof of the garage was still my limit. It will all change next year, however, according to Dr. Spock.

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Betsy Ann Smith The following is the introduction to a speech I made in tenth grade. I selected it because it is an excellent example of my true personality Q if one can call it a personalityj. In the past few years, many people have come up to me and said, Stees, why are you so crazy? What am I supposed to say if I don't even know the answer myself? So, at this mo- ment, I would like to tell you about myself. Now don't get me wrong-I'm not going to go into the obvious facts of how ugly, stupid and uncoordinated I am. Instead, by means of relating several childhood experiences, I will enable you to gain a more fruitful and more knowledgeable understanding of me. However I'm afraid that, after reading this, people will come up to me and say, Stees, that is so typical. The question is-do I thank them or belt 'em one? 22 And she thought to herself, 'Why do I have to stand on this stupid pedestal every day of my life? If the manager of the assembly plant had breathed life into me, I could be one of them this very minute. If they would let me have every piece of clothing I have ever worn in this store, why, I'll bet I could oneg ogheg worlds ten best-dlesg.. womgn. Those stupid humans down there-always gazing up at me and looking for something in my glass eyes, or else touching my dresses and looking at my price tags. How I hate the way they stand and watch when the floor manager changes my clothes! If I were human, I'd show them. I'd show them .... Virginia Leigh Stees

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