Greenwood School - Tree Yearbook (Ruxton, MD)

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lllfli fllllll and pleasant Ethan Was changed by the tragedies of life into an ambitionless, em- bittered and broken man, I look into the future with some trepidation and Wonder exactly What fate may have in store for me.-M. Yearley, '37 Bird Alone by Sean O'Failain. The story is musical, falling into print as a song from an Irish harp. There is strife and hate, but above all rises a love of the soil and of God .... 0'Failain tells us that what one is going to find in life one must eventually find alone. Through love We gain strength-not peace of heart.-M. E. Campbell, '38 The Bridal Wreath by Sigrid Undset. Glimpses of northern lights and wild countries .... the land in Winter with its ice and snow, bitter blasts and biting cold ,... then spring rolling down the hillsides .... Summer and autumn done with such free- ness in pastel shades that you again find yourself dreaming about a land holding thousands of daughters like and unlike Kristin.--B. Requardt, '38 Cecil Lewis. For readers who have never flown, this Sagittarius Rising by autobiographical narrative may be enjoyed for its incidents, its style, and its contri- bution to the history of our times. For those who look back to the hangars looming darkly in the early morning light, to dawn patrols, and sudden dog fights , it is a story that must quicken pulses and kindle memories.--P. Bayne, '38 Shadows on the Roch by Willa Cather. This book is one that should be read by everyone Who has been to Quebec or has any idea of ever going there .... Not for one minute does Willa Cather lose the atmosphere of the story, the feeling of fighting for a living, of finding pleasure in small things, and of clinging to a deep religious faith.-N. Bickelhaupt, 739 X J wif' , K f' . X X' A is? if 6.544- L Page F ifty

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l , lHfli UlHff HUFFLE, scuff, bang! More enraptured members of Greenwood's student body de- , A - I- V lighted with the novelty of popping in and out of all ,I the new doors. The discovery that one could stroll ,jf -wllllllxll I I ii gp through that hitherto blank wall of the gym had f 4 beendthe incentive to a series of excited exploration i.tlsw,.,!, ,yi 1 , expe itions. ntu' 1. N 4 , i First, numerous small closet doors were flung .,f'1 A,IJ! Li 1 ' iid open, exposing reclining hockey sticks. T-hen the ,gi llllli ig l ' tour surged on gazing with pop-eyed intensity im A r, -ll through the portals of the new music department, 1-Wiefig 5 gt wherein stood shiny pianos. These, when operated, r eefe a 1. a gg fliiifd tljlihilfibzbgoigiiriiilg file ffaiifiliilfiiictli A ,',,-if.: - v . ,iiiiii tramping human hoofs, Greenwood rushed onward, drama room bound. There closet doors were opened by groups of thumbs and forefingers Qin case anything was Wetj, and a few lonely Roman garbs were whisked forth. From there the excursion charged with lowered heads and fiery eyes toward the new library. Hoards of noses were flattened against the thick glass, while . . .1 glistening orbs peered in at the shelves of books and magazines, and at several si ent, bespectacled students pursuing the fields of knowledge a little uneasily in their new surroundings. Last came the frenzied entrance through the door of Miss Elcock's new domicile. Examinations of this residence were accompanied by incoherent murmurings of delighted appraisal and squeals of surprise. But now as the year draws to a close it seems quite long ago when newness lay behind those doors. We can hardly remember the days when the wall of the gym was inaccessible, or when the library wasn't an accepted matter of course. As we glance through those small closet doors beside the gym, we observe that in addition to the battered hockey sticks there are. basketballs, badminton racquets, Page Fifty-two