Castlemont High School - Falcon Yearbook (Oakland, CA)

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mje falcon Building Castles By LOUISE MURRISH ITH HIS straw hat pulled down over his face and his fishing rod tossed carelessly to one side, he lay upon the haystack, dreaming. Some day, he thought lazily, he would be a sailor. Ships and the sea had always held a fascination for him, and the thrill for adventure ever filled his soul. A sailor, maybe even a captain. He preferred the latter; it offered more daring possibilities. The drone of an airplane overhead caused him to remove the hat from his eyes and gaze upward. A look of envy came upon his face and his dreams became centered upon the glories of being an aviator. To ily, to do stunts in the air, to be famous, all of these presented themselves with the thoughts of the plane. He dreamed on and on, the sun went down behind the hills, and the moon rose later to find him asleep. 909 Many years later he returned to the same spot. His hair was mixed slightly with gray; upon his face was a tired, discouraged expression, but his eyes were still dreamy. He sat down to rest for a moment and the surroundings recalled to him that day so many years ago when he had lain upon a haystack dreaming. His face grew hard as he thought of how those dreams had turned out a failure in every case. Never had one been realized. Flying, sailing, each had failed. Many other plans he had entered upon with fiery enthusiasm only to tire of them when the glamor wore off. He was old. He was tired. He had failed. He had built his castles high and fair, They were but castles in the air. . 9 9 Another lad of about the same age as the dreaming boy was walking briskly down the road, whistling merrily. He paused at the sight of a stream of cool, clear water and sat down. In so doing he cut his finger upon a sharp rock. It was not a serious cut, but he said to himself, llBetter put some iodine on it when I get home. Thafs what Dad would do. Then, still talking to himself, he added: ltDad makes a great doctor. I wish I could he like him. Maybe some day I will. Forty-three