Cleveland High School - Beacon Yearbook (St Louis, MO)

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IN THE GOOD OLD WINTERTIME HEN winter comes, it brings in its train a number of sports which assure it a welcome from many people who otherwise would be resentful of ice and snow. Much as the boys and girls may regret the passing of tennis and track, and much as the football players bewail the loss of the cool, crisp, autumnal days and the bounding pigskin, still they must admit that pastimes of winter have their fascinations. The rivers and lakes and streams, erstwhile the haunts of swimmers and boatmen, now are covered with glistening ice, over which is heard the click of speeding skates and the merry, lilting laughter of the skaters. Skis are brought forth from dusky closets so that their hardy owners can again defy the laws of gravity and shame the swooping eagle. And who that has ever experienced the thrill of tobogganing can forget it? The long, narrow, curving slide, the breath-taking speed, the roar of the wind and the white glitter of the snow — these are worth living for! Then, too. for the more timid soul, there is the sleigh-ride, with its jingles and creaks and jolly songs. And we must not forget the inevitable snowball fight, in which, what with the flying missiles, the shouts of the splattered warriors, the shrill cries of the fallen, and the brutal, merciless face-washings, all the thrills of combat are experienced. Those who love hiking are never sorry that winter has come. Then it is that all nature is transformed into a veritable fairyland. There is an un- earthly beauty about the woods in winter that is indescribable. The icicles fringing the stark branches, and the ice-bound, silent brook, the white, gleam- ing fields broken by dark, snow-burdened fences, the lowering gray of the winter sky and the uncanny stillness that pervades the land. — who would prefer the prettiness of summer to the sombre loveliness of scenes such as these? And so, when winter reluctantly leaves us, there are those who for these reasons do not begrudge it a parting sigh as they lay away their skates and skis and sleds and boots until it shall again greet us with its cloudy breath and challenge us with its frigid, frowning face. William Reiley. d im Page Thirteen

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ICE SKATING d np] s Girls ' Tandem. Fairgrounds Park OSY-CHEEKED youths glide over the ice in ecstasy. The wind bellowing fiercely about them hurls snowflakes against their beaming faces. The stinging sensation of the snow is soon for- gotten amidst the laughter and good cheer of the merry crowd. The clicking of skates on the hard, firm ice can be heard above the din. Every now and then dashing figures clad in bright woolens dart in and out among the multitude. Others appear pathetically helpless as they try to stay upright and occasionally a panic-stricken skater, feeling the sensation of falling, grabs someone else and down both go together. A large bonfire blazing brightly against the dark, leaden sky attracts many skaters. Large logs are heaped upon the glowing embers, until soon the crackling and spitting partially drown out the talk. The air is filled with a delicious odor of pine and cedar. Distant hills form a faint horizon so that the radiant moon appears even more enchanting as it rises from behind the hills. Snow-laden clouds often obscure the entire surface of the moon, leaving the fire as the only source of light. Even the genial warmth of the fire cannot long entice the skaters from the joys of smooth, gliding motion over the crystal ice. and soon they are off again, singly or in pairs, to resume their skating. Grace Brigham. 1 1 Page Filtcen