Castlemont High School - Falcon Yearbook (Oakland, CA)

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dtbe falcon Think Iill go home and try and read some of his books before dinner. They are hard to understand, but some day they will mean a lot to me. O O 9 Years later, seated in an important office, this boy, now a man, answered the telephone ringing on his desk. llHello. Yes, yes. A cut finger? Thatls too bad. Pretty serious, eh? Well, put a little iodine on it and 1,11 come by in about twenty minutes. All right-finef, He stood up and went to the window, which offered him a view of New York City at its busiest hour. He didnlt see, however, the high buildings, or hear the sounds of cars and trains, for he was thinking of a day long, long ago, when he, a lad of twelve or so, had dreamed of becoming a doctorelike his Dad. He had followed his dream all through school, taking every medical course he could manage. His practice at first had been small, but steadily it had increased with peopleis knowledge of his dependability. Now he stood one of the heads of his professionea man admired, respected and happy. The Quest By JAMES LOREALL Oh, God, for those you love and bless Why all this search for happiness With all the color in the skies, Why all the longing in the eyes Of those I pass? Is it a thing that humankind Must all look for and never find? 01' do we hold within our hands And in the things each understands The ending to our quest? Forty-four

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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

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Etna falcon F orty-fiue Night Clouds By MILLICENT SKINNER All through the night The clouds scurried, Seeking only to avoid The moon, Which pierced, with its cold Beams, their Frail transparency; Seeking only to press themselves Into the blackness of the sky; But it, with sable Contemptuousness, Pitilessly revealed Their thin, pale bodies; And the wind Tore loose Their slight grasp, And vivisected them. And they cried aloud To God for mercy, And He stilled the winds. In the morning I found them Huddled behind an eastern hill. Dismal, desolate, disconsolate, Quietly whimpering, Seeking only to comfort one another, Little knowing that even this Brief respite Would soon be denied them By the relentless rising Of the sun.