Central High School - Red and Black Yearbook (St Louis, MO)

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he Ship By Ilrrrmm Salinger I often wish to be a ship With sails that gleam in the shining sun And flap and tug as my course I run- As over the waters I slip. .- As gliding over the waters blue I feel my sharp prow cut them through, And ever astern great bubbles make To swell and burst in my churning wake. And all through the day .and all through the night The seas stretch on and out of sight. Often I dream some night to be A ship that sails on a wintry sea- A boat the whitefcaps beat about As the whistling wind puffs my top- sail out. And off in the dark the breakers sound, But in the cabin it's cozy and warm, As peering through my portholes round, I see the lightning and the storm. I

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l f -M e strive t f , -2- f 'Q A ' .Z -5 'W WW' 1 fan 1? THE RED .'. AND BLACK I suppose that meant they got mar- -Kindly oblige, and please ried, ventured Prudence, adding as an make them call me Georgina. afterthought, Will you lend us the book 1? Jemima proudly answered in the affirma- tive, and the triumvirate disbanded for lunch. Late in the afternoon they met again, and after a bit of parlance decided to play Princess Adelaide . They dispersed to get the required articles. Jemima had three .strips of muslin, Prudence three pencils and pieces of paper, and Virginia had procured three small stones. The articles were divided, and they sat down, tailor-fashion, slyly peeking over each other's shoulders to see what the others were writing. Why, Virginia Lewis, l'm ashamed. What do you think Virginia wants? exclaimed Jemima heat- edly. To Prudence's inquiry with the utmost of scorn, UA Yours respectively, Jemima Georgina Cordelia Lee Stone, Box 14. Belding Road, Stoneville, N. H. The three girls folded their papers, tied them up with a stone in the muslin, and after some discussion, decided to throw their good wishes over the Stone's garden wall, provided no one was in the garden. Prudence was promptly boosted up to survey the beautiful gardens on the other side. She glanced around, and at the vine- elad summer house. No one was in sight and even the old manse looked as it all had fled. Satisfied with the results ot' the survey, she reached the ground again, and the three solemnly walked about twenty feet from the wall with slow, deliberate steps, contem- plating their t'uture actions. Hflood F a ir y, grant my Jemima vehemently declared mam.,,w,.a,Q,R:mfmmwww PE . , r 9. ,V beau! Did you ever hear of the like 'Z Theyire no good, are they, Pm? No, replied Prudence somewhat weakly. All the satisfaction that the world- ly Virginia could give was with the final ' 4 l -don 't-care. ' ' Jemima then glanced at Pru's paper, but observed no amorous inclination there, for Prudence longed for a birthday party. Turning to her own, she read from the thumb-soiled scrap of paper: 'tDear Good Fairy: Seems funny to me that with all the Stones in New Hampshire, l don't even have a cousin. wish, quoth Prudence as her missive tlew over. She stood breathlessly as Virginia 's love message tol- lowed, lt was Jemima 's turn. She-glanced at the stone, then at the wall, and with a hopeful face watched the white knot speed through the air. Their hearts beat- ing like trip-hammers, they stood silently facing the wall, and with petrified Faces watched a man gradually appear above it. lt was Mr. J ack. They dashed off in three directions, the villain following one of them-Jemima. NVl1en he caught her, way down the road, her heart melted completely, and she actu- ally smiled at him. She apologized For her Hawful actions. tContinued on page 91D Fifteen

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