Fairmont High School - Maple Leaves Yearbook (Fairmont, WV)

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WE? swam MADL LEAVE Problem--Construct an angle equal to 100 degrees F. of heat in the Biology room. To do so, get the perpendicular bisector of a grain of corn. Problem-Given: Two intersecting armsg prove that the locus of all points equi- distant from them is two intersecting hearts. Problem-Prove that Beryl Straight is equal to Mulford Collins. Assume that he is 5 , 4 , or 2. Problem--Any human figure may be forcibly removed from room 11 into the hall with no visible change of form. Problem-If two eyes of the same person cross, the lines of vision are intersecting at some point such as nose. Problem-If you believe all this, prove that Mr. Kahn does. REEL II Aunt Lina's Sunshine THE wintry blast went whistling shrilly by, nearly freezing everyone. The snow came down upon mother earth, long before the set of sun. Old King Mercury had really crept up to a higll and honored seat, There he sat in all his glory laughing at those below in the street: But people in the falling snow were not so happy nor so gay, The snow had kissed them far too fondly on that dreary, snowy day. Among the weary little children forced to earn their daily bread, Was one, a brave knight or hero whose parents it is told were dead. This small boy lived with his maiden aunt in quarters both trim and neat: Here they lived in simplicity trying to make their life complete. The aunt had done for the orphan boy all in her humble power: lVhile the boy to her in turn had been a joy and sunshine each hour. Hc was called Aunt Lina's Sunshine, by herself and even many more, From his sweet, childlike devotion and, too, his earnest childish loreg His little head devised quaint schemes which helped her in many a way, And tho' other boys were always playing he was seldom seen to play. He went forth as usual tonight with a heart so brave and bold, To perform his daily duties, trying to think is was not cold. Alas! his clothing was far too thin to keep out those chilling blasts, And he clung to his great bundle, like the sails do cling to their masts. How he eyed the lighted houses with all their comforts and their joys, Longed to be by some cozy fire-side, just Aunt Lina and her boyg VVished old man Winter would take himself far away forevermore, Yes, to some land at least quite as distant as Iceland's farthest shore. Thus on, till he thought by some fire he was warming his numbed hands, While off in the distance came such sweet music as from an angel band. Then where can my Aunt Lina be? Oh! I wish she too were here, I should be so happy, happy, if she could only be near. He had battled the storm bravely, on that wild and tedious night, All his strength had been exhausted in that ceaseless, toilsome fight. A gentleman across the street saw the lad stagger and fall, And quickly came to the boy's aid, but it was heaven's own call. He was called beyond that city whose streets were filled with snow, To that heavenly nursery where all little children go. Far away from those cold winters, in a sphere superbly fine, Dwells that noble little hero called yet Aunt Lina's Sunshine. TERESSA RAssA'r'r1, '24 Page One Hundred Fourteen

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BAADL LEAVE a single graceful bound. Yvonne took one step forward, with outflung arms, and then, as the violiniplayed the last low, thrilling. note of Traumerei, she turned and fled into the chapel, where the dawn found her, a rosary twined in her fingers, her face uplifted and serene. Night fell on the convent garden again, tranquil and moonlit. Again the violin and the harp blended in sweet accord, to make Traumerei a radiant, dancing spirit. Again Yvonne met Armand, this time under a trellis of sweetheart roses, and in just an hour, by the beat of their hearts, he was gone. The second night the moon was almost full. Tiny wisps of cloud were shadowed in swift racing succession over the stately stone chapel and the fragrant garden. Their tryst was short, but Armand's step was buoyant, and l1is head held high as he walked away from the convent garden. The next day Yvonne was preoccupied as she worked in and out around the convent. As she weeded each bed of bright pansies or delicate narcissus, she caressed their cool stems as if she were forming an impression of them which was to last a long time. She went about her work with round, grave eyes, as if to remember every detail of the place she had called home the greater part of her life. At morning prayers her eyes wandered around the familiar room, the altar with its candles and shrines, the vaulted ceiling with its rafters, and the mosaics in the tile floors. There was the star pattern she had reproduced in embroidery on a white veil. She turned to an eastern window. The sunlight was streaming through its stained glass in a tender primrose yellow, and in the blue just like my princess morning glory she reflected soberly. But now a smile overcame the sober look in her eyes, and broke out in dimples at the corners of her lovely mouth. The rest of the day passed like a dream, and at Twilight, Sister Yvonne went to the mother Superior, and in her quaint way, bade her good-by. Mother Superior, supposing that she was going for a walk in the garden, said good-by in a matter- of-fact voice. Yvonne gave her a look of finality, and turning went into the garden. Again, just as Yvonne met Armand, the violin and harp began Traumerei, but this time it was more delicately played, and of more gossamer-like quality than ever before. All through the sweet June night they talked and sighed, as is the way with young lovers, and when the stars paled, Yvonne looked around her with clear, sweet eyes. Then, hand in hand, they made their way down to the sandy beach and to the Hirondelle, the graceful little yacht, painted the color of a pink sea shell, with sails like the golden clouds and blue sky of sunrise. And, as Aurora appeared, triumphant over night, and flung her glorious banners in the blue, blue sky, to be reflected in the blue, blue sea, the Hirondelle sailed gracefully into the portals of the dawn. GERTRUDE E. SMITH, '24, THOSE LITERARY BLUES The writing of this scenario was a partnership affair, and it is a melodrama well worth your while. Watch the paper for notice of its arrival. Admission: 25c for children, 450 for grown-ups. No chronic complainers allowed. REEL I Geometry? Problem-If Pearl, Valda, and Alma are an eternal triangle, prove that Misses Scott and Boyd are parallel lions. Problem-What is the locus of all points equidistant from a geometric under- standing? Answer-A circle. They never get anywhere. L -LL.-A.g.-f ffl ' . . Ig ,Z p Page One Hundred Thirteen

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