Greenwood School - Tree Yearbook (Ruxton, MD)

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..L. 'V ge QQ:-1 J,.L... l l T .Iii P J V. ' 11. .A Q l 6151- ll .di 2,6 ?. .il ...L- dr' , , HE felt unbelievably happy and important as she sat in the back seat of the speeding car. She was comfortably squeezed between Mother and Father, and her small le s stuck out in front of her. She azed with distinct pleasure at her new white shoes, and her eyes trav- elled past the woolly leggings up to the little gray muff. Such a dear little muH7l She hugged it closely and heaved a tiny sigh of utter con- tentment. It was thrilling, this first trip to church. She thought dreamily of ECCLESIASTICAL ERROR -, Tr, N la TFL?-J--Li? 0 A . lg. f ll N il: TF A , ,T- aa- - -T I U - l ,I SE gb T if Q T I-sfx'J'T l l X . on . af QQ fd 'fJ ll u... Q E W ,L NK rt or v i-'Ira .-2192: , , 4 ,,n - N. Af- - 'Lgmleix IJ- fixftq 3215 .T'Q 4. Q-,SQVTK 39,302 :' Ng.--f .Q 0 x, ' I ww. what ,Mother had said before they left. She must be a good girl and kneel down when Mothei' knelt, and she mustn't whisper even a word. Church was a great, solemn, beautiful place and they were going there to worship. Oh, yes! This was Thanksgiving Day! Now what blessings could she remember? There was the doll's house Uncle .lack had given her last Christmas, and the doll's family that lived in it. Then there was the big story book with the wonderful pictures. And oh, she almost forgot, Fluff, the angora kitten. She had wanted to take Fluff along, but Mother had said no. There was a tremendous jerk as the car stopped in front of the cathedral. She fell forward and would have landed on the floor, but Father caught her just in time. They walked up the big flight of stone steps. She held lVlother's hand rather tightly as they entered the enormous door. Never, in all her life, had she seen such a huge opening. It looked like the gaping mouth of some ferocious wild animal, and here she was, walking into it. A nice smiling man met them, and when she looked up at him he gave her a kindly wink. The sound of their feet on the stone floor sent a hundred little echoes scurrying through the air. He led them down the long aisle and stopped before a pew in the very front row. Father gave her a little push, so she walked in. It was rather difficult clambering on to the bench. VVhy did people make things so high? It was very silly of them. Page Thirty-sewn

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,- V .' f, , -' This book plate was designed by lVIary-Elizabeth Campbell especially to be put in the books given to the school by the Alumnae Association. YVe wish to express our gratitude to the alumnae for the numerous books they have given us, the first of which was a beautiful edition of the collected poems of Rupert Brooke. Pave Tllirfy-six O V

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With a final bounce she settled herself' and looked around. It was so beautiful she had to gasp. There were burning candles all around. She had never known that white could be such a heavenly color. It seemed to glow and shine and welcome her. Above, in a stained glass window, were two lovely angels, one dressed in red, the other in blue. She tried to make up her mind which she liked better. The blue angel had a mysterious smile, but the red angel had flowing black hair just like Mother,s. She was sure that her own special guardian angel had that same kind of hair. Suddenly she heard the most awful crash! It kept growing louder and louder! She had never heard such a terrible roar! Then she thought of the big door through which they had come in. It had been just like a lion,s mouth. Yes, yes, this was some Herce animal they had disturbed, and he was going to eat them up! Oh, this was a terrifying place! That frightening roar, why didn't it stop? Her lower lip trembled, and tears started rolling down the chubby cheeks. She was crying, sobbing in wild panic. She clutched Father frantically. Why didn't someone do something? Father looked down at her, leaned across to give Mother a hurried nudge, and lifted her in his arms. Mother gathered up her coat and they left that dreadful, dreadful place. They were driving home in the car again, and she was still in F ather's arms. I really don' t think they should play the organ so loudly, he said. It was rather a surprise, agreed Mother. She wasn't quite sure what they meant. She was still shaking from the terrible experi- ence. She looked at Mother, and then at Father. They didn,t seem the least bit fright- ened. She felt Father's big strong arms holding her tightly. The lower lip stopped trembling, the stream of tears slackened their mad pace, and the little heart stopped its wild fluttering as Father held her close. She shut her eyes and leaned against him. Oh, the wonderful comfort of Father's strength. All her terror left her, and she knew that every- thing was all right. I F. JONES, ,37 ,' ..',. .':.. - ' Page Thirty -eight