Hathaway Brown School - Specularia Yearbook (Cleveland, OH)

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Needless to say, Mr. S-tone continued, we can have no dog here, and we have turned it over to the proper people. Jimmy, we're sure you can see that a dog is very dirty and can only bring you harm. That's all. You may go now. Remember it is all for your own good, and we don't like to see anything hinder your recent improvement. jimmy's feet turned slowly and carried him out of the room, where the two adults were smiling with satisfaction at a task well done. He could see nothing as he slowly and awkwardly limped up the stairs. His dog - his own puppy-gone --gone forever. Reaching his room, he threw himself on his bed, and the helpless boy, alone in the large stone orphange, sobbed quietly into his pillow. Barham Bates, Class of '45 ,Solifzzde The fragrant needlefbed, Piled deep beneath my feet by years of wind, ,Shuffled and rustled through the tall, silent trees. I stopped. And through a window in the forest gloom, The low, still moon shone brightly, her splendor Holding me in willing slavery. Upon a mossy log, Green with ages past, I sat in silent awe. ' As in a dream, I reached my hand to touch the moon. Her round, metallic brilliance was smooth Beneath my finger tips. All nature closed around me. Below me lay the tranquil lake, shimmering and silvery With myriads of ever moving diamonds Spread out on slender shreds of moonlit gauze. Moved by the balmy wind, the small pine trees Nodded, bowed, and whispered like slender maidens. The stars, caught in lacy branches, flickered there, Elfin lanterns hung to light the sky. Across the bay the lonely loon shattered the silence With his shrill and wailing cry. And there, beneath the hush of starlit night, I looked upon the countenance of God. Charlotte M efnk, Class of '45

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doors to play baseball or some other equally active game, jimmy joyfully went with the others, and with the puppy, who had faithfully awaited him, he watched the game with his face lit by an -eager flush of excitement. Near the end of recess, a small girl walked shyly toward him and began to pet the dogand play with him gently. I-le's awfully cute, isn't he? the girl said timidly as she looked up. Where'd you get him? 'Tve hadhim since yesterday, was the answer. He's my dog. As he said this the bell rang out, calling them back into the school building. jimmy, pausing just long enough to say goodfbye to thepuppy, walked into the school side by side with the girl. A Arithmetic was his next subject-a subject in which he had never done well because somehow he had always felt frightened when called on, as if everyone would, laugh when he gave a wrong answer. As they opened their books and the teacher began to call for the answers to the problems, Jimmy no longer, felt afraid. Now he had some friends, and they would not laugh. That night as the evening sun with its crimson fingers colored the large building in varying shades and hues before the dark night could destroy its handiwork, Jimmy, in quiet happiness, was finishing supper with the rest of the children. Upon leaving the dining room, he was met by one of the older boys, who told him that the superintendent wished to see him in his room in a halffhour. While the young boy wondered what this message could mean, the superintendent sat at his desk, conferring with a large, matronly woman who assisted him in the management of the orphanage. He certainly has shown a definite improvement in the last few days, Mr. Stone, remarked the woman. He seems to be talking more to the others, and Miss Clark, his teacher-she has always paid close attention to our children, you know-just phoned that he has been doing conf siderably better in schoolf, 'LWe are to be congratulated, I believe, replied the other. 0ur plans have worked splendidly, and I am sure he will soon add much more to our life here. lt is only unfortunate that .... The conversation was here interrupted by a knock on the door, and jimmy entered. Did you want to see me, Mr. Stone? he asked with less fear in his voice than usual. 'LYes, jimmy, replied the superintendent. To the small boy he seemed tall and strong, but not likable. We have been very much pleased to see that you are making friends here, but one thing has troubled us. The gardener has reported that a young dog has been disturbing him and that it seems to be with you often. ls this true? Yes, said Jimmy, with a sudden sense of fear and sickness rising in his stomach. You see .... 'i

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The Will To ive. p THE BELLS had screamed their warning cries. The roaring engines turned over slowly once or twice and then were quiet. The huge ship lay silently waiting, waiting in the thick, foggy night, waiting while some' where out there in the black, black water, a submarine, like a lone wolf strayed from its pack, watched her with evil eyes: Far, below the decks in the sweltering engine room we stood, listening for some sound to break the awful silence. Saying not a word, moving not a muscle, we waited. Each heart beat wildly, each grimy face was white with panic. I could feel the sleek, black enemy coming closer, closer, closer, watching us all the time with wicked eyes. Then suddenly there was a violent explosion! Shrieks of agony and terror pierced the din! Blue, white, and yellow flames flashed around me. I grabbed for something to hold on to, but was thrown to the deck. My arm was crushed beneath me. Like a dry twig the bone snapped, and I felt agonizing pain shoot through my body like a bolt of lightning. With a thundering crack the huge pipe above me crashed to the deck. Then an immense wave of water leapt onto me like a hungry tiger set loose from its cage. Wildly I struggled to get loose from the pipe. The water was choking me. I could not breathe! With all my strength I tore myself free, ripping the flesh off my ankle down to the bone. I fought to the surface and gasped for air. The icy water bit my raw leg. I had to get to the ladder somehow. I had to get out! Another wave beat me against the wall. It crushed my broken arm. I bit my lip to bear the pain. I clutched a railing with my good arm as the furious waves swept me by. I was weak and was in excruciating agony. But nothing mattered except that ladder. I must get to it. The waves tried to pull me loose from my grip. My head was spinning. I dragged myself along the railing toward the ladder. Then suddenly I felt a clammy hand dragging on my leg. I saw a man, one of my friends, one of my own friends. I could hardly recognize him, for the side of his face had been blown off! He moaned, and I grabbed for him, but his fingers relaxed. Giving one last groan of agony, he sank into the black water. Panicfstrickeln, I reached for him. But it was too late, he was gone. I could not think, I could not control my will. In my brain swirled the confused sight of blinding flames, gigantic waves, my friend with only half a face, but above all the ladder., In that narrow iron structure lay all hope of life for me. I know not how nor when, but finally I found myself before it, clutching it with my hand. Ch! to get out of that hell of pain and icy water! I dragged myself up, up until at last I came to the hatch. If I could only get it open! I leaned my weight against it. With all the