Arsenal Technical High School - Arsenal Cannon Yearbook (Indianapolis, IN)

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lfatifet pay lf' 'll' AS DESCRIBED TO v1oLRr BY HER PARENTS Tl l6l1C'2 During the regime of the last Czar of Russia, the market day fell on Sunday. Every Sunday the peasants left their farms and work to go to the city. On this day, the business people set out their wares to sell to the frivolous peasants. The peasant girls having sold their lin- ens, butter, and eggs to the townspeople, went on a shopping tour. First, they went to the jew- elry stands where they decorated themselves with cheap but colorful jewelry, and then they turned to the Ferris Wheel. This Ferris Wheel was similar to the ones we know. It was made from rough hewn logs, with open seats. The wheel was set in motion by two men pulling on ropes. The wheel went faster and faster, and often the peasants found themselves hanging with their heads down. After a certain number of turns the wheel was stopped and ready for a new load of passengers, who were plentiful. Of course, after a wild ride such as this, the people were quite ready for a cooling drink. This drink was made of sweetened ice water with a little strawberry or orange flavoring. When mealtime came, the prosperous peas- ants dined in state in a restaurant. The poorer peasants bought some sugar and bread for their lunch. Setting their food on the top of a kerosene barrel in front of a store, they would proceed to dip their bread in the sugar and eat it. Later in the day, everyone, young and old, rich and poor, gathered in the streets for danc- ing and singing. Thus ended a market day in Old Russia. VIOLET GURVITZ .fhadoufa They stole their way along the stair These shadows, who were creeping there. If I moved swiftly, so did they. And when I tried some other way, They followed me Where'er I Went As if upon some errand bent. But when I reached the bottom step, The sunlight through the Window met And greeted me with friendly cheer, And made those shadows disappear. MARGERY HASBROOK X A startled brilliance in the nearby grass Quiets to let me pass, And loath to miss that splendid thing, I pause-a scintillating wing, A scuttling tail of flame glided through the weeds, Scattering the ripened seeds. And through the thinning stems I see him there: A glory on the air, A bright metallic sheen of colored light, Blinding my sight- Scarlet and purple, crimson, gold, and blue, The tall grasses part to let him through, That crested knight, that luster-feathered king. And I am left, remembering An unforgettable thing. My mind still stained with beauty, past and done, As eyes hold light from looking at the sun. MARY HAYNES He paul knelf of pan KReply to Sandburg's Iazz F antasia l Swelling, seething, surging song of jazzy bands, Crawl back into your wretched wormy hole. Destroy not my peace and quietness, Nor distort my lovely spiritual dreams. You irk my soul, you filthy product Of drunken, rnaddened, senseless structures Of cells and molecules-you wretch- You labyrinth of noises from the kitchen. When did man let you in? Yes, when? Give me the divine music that flowed From the harpsichord of Bach, The serenades of Hungary and Spain, And the romances of Tristan and Carmen. Play for me, deathless sounds of the Ninth, Until I am as deaf as your master. Lull me on in romantic dreams, Dear prodigy of Salzburg and Vienna, Let me hear again strains from The Marriage of Figaro and The Magic Flute. Oh, Pan, thy name hath been scorned! ALBERT IORDAN SMITH

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pered that Happy was either trying to hide a man or shield him from the law. A criminal, per- hapsl Soon the whole town was buzzing with excitement. Happy must be harboring a crim- inall Now, in the meantime, the kind old Happy had noticed the sudden change in the citizens of Rossville, and he was as much baffled at them as they were at him. It surely isn't anything l've ever said to them that would make them feel offended, for they are my friends. Why should they shun me and be so frightened when I bring them the mail each day? They actually run away from me as if I were a thief. I wonder if it is because of him. He stopped a minute and then continued, No, they surely haven't seen him yet, for he has never ventured out of my house during the day. I wish I could tell them, but I promised him I wouldn't until he had a chance to write to his gang. He told me faithfully that it just wouldn't do to let the town know that he is here, or else they might go so far as to tear the very clothing off his back. How I wish this was all overl It is getting more dangerous and worse every day. One day the post-office attendants were sur- prised and astonished to hear Happy proclaim in a clear voice as he entered the building, Folks, l'm leaving the mail service today for good. There was a general commotion through the crowd that had rather timidly collected in front of the post office. Even Clansey, the old police- man, was ready for an arrest if Happy tried to make a false move. It seemed impossible that Happy was leaving the mail service after thirty- two years of steady working. They couldn't be- lieve itl They didn't know whether to be sorry or glad. Then, for one split second, everyone stood quiet. If Happy was leaving the mail service, it could mean only one thing. Happy was also go- ing to leave towng not only that, but with a crim- inal, too. The people of Rossville looked at one another, then back at Happy. Each of them had the same question in mind, but none of them dared to voice it. Then, through the crowd came the voice of Silas Marker, the storekeeper. Do ye mean that you're leaving the post office for good? he asked in a threatening voice. Why, yes, answered Happy simply. For some time I have wanted to tell you that-, he got no further, for again came the angry voice of Silas Markeri We all know why you are leaving. You needn't make up any excuse. We all know that you have been harboring a criminal from the police in your home. We've known it all along, but we ain't going to stand for it. The jail is still a mighty good place for people like you and your friends. The crowd all nodded in assent, watching and waiting anxiously for the reply that Happy would give to that. The bewildered Happy stood there for a second, his eyes searching the crowd for an understanding. Then the full meaning of it all dawned on him, and instead of begging for mercy, as some of the people thought he might, he began to laugh. At first it was kind of a chuckle, then a roar. The citizens of Rossville looked at one another in amazement. They couldn't understand what possibly could be funny at such a time. They looked at each other, then back at Happy. Happy looked at them all and laughed all the harder at their bewilder- ment. Oh, friends, he said, when he had caught his breath again, you are all so wrong. So very wrong. If you had only let me explain, this never would have happened. You see, I really have had a mysterious guest at my cottage for some time. I have wanted to tell you, but I promised him I wouldn't 'til he could be prepared. You see, my mysterious guest was not a notorious criminal, but my son, come home again. This morning he boarded a train for Hollywood where I am to meet him later before We start to see the world. He has made a place for himself in the world, and you may be surprised when I tell you that my son didn't get on the train this morning as Arther Dale Ir., but as a person alto- gether new and different to Rossville, yet famil- iar too. My son is none other than Howard Tay- lor, the movie star. To-morrow I shall say good-bye to you. Arther was sorry he did not see you. And he told me to tell you that when he is no longer famous, then he and I both will come back to Rossville where we really belong and live the remainder of our lives. But please forgive me if I have been rude to you, he finished, looking down into the surprised faces of his old friends. You see, being the father of a sought-after movie star is dangerous business. Happy smiled down at the little children be- side him-such innocent, sweet, simple children who still didn't understand what it was all about. Then, putting his hands down deep into his pockets, he said with almost a break in his voice, for he really hated to leave his kind friends after' so many years, Now, you very little ones, what would you say if I should find some candy for you way down deep in my pockets? IOHN E. THOMAS nw 6