Greenwood School - Tree Yearbook (Ruxton, MD)

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IMPRESSIONS THEARRIVAL A hill-great white pillars at the top- the rest only a dim shape shrouded in gray f rain. A long curving driveway, wet and align j slippery like a snake, and ending in a court- X 4 Q yard, curtained on each side by the rain. ' The school housefand a large bell black Qlff. against green ivy. Black cars-people slush- f ing around with black galoshes and unbrel- X' ,x:33Nv las-black, rather like a funeral. The ring of the doorbell resounded within the house and with a creak and a shudder as if reluctant to let us in, the door opened. A huge hall with a curving staircase at one side. The 63 F 5. f Q 51 l ' 'mf , ' 3- 5' ., sig? 'N'.fN.qDjQ, ,J.X'f.NJ4'f'N-N KX: vi- stairs Bobby had told me about- most Sf J . . N g f beautiful staircase in Maryland. JX, X g! Won't you wait in the coffee-room, N X.lQf S' please? Miss Elcock will be right with Q. you. The butler vanished into the next NJN fb Lfxs room. He limped slightly. We sat down. N N The chairs were the kind that one sinks into A f g r .Xl and then has difficulty in getting out of. A 'N '. 7 wood Hre blazed in a small open hearth and i small china animals filled the bookcase next to it. Mother was pulling off her gloves- the black ones that I had wanted. The warmth of the small panelled room began to penetrate. It reminded me in some way of home and suddenly I felt better. I had begun my four years of boardingschool. Juliette Combs THE DAY MUST DAWN It's dark. Everything's dark. Pale moon-glow drifts through the open door, admitting at the same time waves of icy wind. You cautiously extend the left foot only to withdraw it rapidly to its former position. Ice seems to coat the sheets. The weight of four blankets, doubled, and a comforter make turning over impossible. After several unsuccessful attempts, you decide it isn't really worth the struggle after all, so you simply lie there and grimly endure the searing pain creeping up your right arm. At this point begins the usual wrangling. ' Did the bell ring? a hoarse and smothered voice manages. Umm-mm ftranslated from the Five-room lingo into the King's good English this means- It certainly did. Seven and a half minutes ago. j Mentally you calculate. Eight minutes of complete relaxation left. If julie would stop twisting her pillow, maybe you could concentrate on that tall dark guy who kissed you on a white cow no less than fice minutes ago. Two pillows have formed mountains against your head. Burying deeper into the dark warmth, you are fully aware of the frigid world without. Scrawny and tangled branches make a waving cobweb on the rug, reminding you that you're going to darn near freeze when you go to the gate after breakfast. The inevitable moment has finally arrived. With a reluctant heave you throw back the covers. A chill tingles through your whole body. Of course there is always the possibility that the bathroom might be warmer, but since it never is, you simply resign yourself to the fact that you'll be cold until the second period at least. Margaret VanderBogart