Greenwood School - Tree Yearbook (Ruxton, MD)

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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

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THE WHAIJER LGUD footsteps and a hardy hail. I knew before the door was flung open that my whaler friend had come home. He was a jolly, kindhearted soul whose rugged, goodnatured face was lined with wrinkles worn there by many stormy voyages. His old pipe, stuck in a rather hard mouth, was sending forth horribly smelly smoke which seemed-for he was always enveloped in it--to be a part of him. His clothes were shabby and had been roughly mended and reeked with that whale smell which never left him. His boots, shabby as they were, still held their own. His yellow oilskins were worn in a careless, rakish manner. Stalking into my shack with his rolling seaman's gait, he bent his huge frame over my fire and held his red, weather-cracked hands to its warmth. What a welcome sight he was to an old man, and how I looked forward to an evening of stirring tales strongly flavored with salt and whale oil. B. CAss1LLY, ,4O OMNIPOTENCE HE roar of the sea was ominous and threatening. The waves mercilessly un- furled themselves, slashing and whipping the barren rocks with a spiteful, fiendish delight. The sky was overcast and heavy with a torrent that would not fall. The scowling heavens seemed to hold the shower a prisoner. The rain drops struggled valiantly in the relentless hand of the firmament, but their liberty was unattainable. Once in a while a tiny drizzle wrenched itself free, yet it was only a pitiful, little mist that plainly showed how crushed and terrified it had been by the stern gaoler. A group of gulls swooped low and dove mysteriously into the tossing billows. They were as one with the atmosphere, spectral, supernatural, and unfathomable. The largest gave vent to a plaintive wail. In reply to the summons the others changed their course, and the phantom-like band was lost in the dim beyond. A somber twi- light began to descend, and Night sent forth a messanger to tell of her approach. The baby star appeared for a moment. Suddenly he saw the turbulent and tempestu- ous world into which he had strayed. His twinkle dimmed, and sobbing in fright he retreated unceremoni- ously into his motherls arms. The waves took up their diabolical play with new vigor. The omnipotent sky veiled its massive brow be- hind the darkness, and the 'heart of the foaming, mighty sea throbbed angrily on. F. JONES, 337 Page Forty