Hathaway Brown School - Specularia Yearbook (Cleveland, OH)

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i 'Z- '-4 Edgy- Bw-K .Q .1- fn QQ. -15 K' ffl? A in theq,Brooklyn Navy Yard. ln turn l visited Nefches, a tanker, the Henderson, a transport, and even a submarine, the S-28. Each was a complete living unit for the crew. All modern conveniences were at their disposal. Every ship was designed to fulfill her job and fitted into the mosaic pattern of the United States Fleet. A . One result of these varied experiences and associations has been the acquiring of a general knowledge. I have formed my own opinions of 'each section of the country in which I have lived. Though my formal education has been frequently interrupted, l have learned many lessons which visual education teaches. Learning hath gained most by those books which the printers have lost. The long absences from my father and friends taught me early that the good things of life are not permanent, and l have learned to accept the inevitable willingly. As a result of this peripatetic past, I am no longer contented with the tranquil existence of a landflubber, but long for the stimulating life of the Navy. Where is the sea -I languish here! Where is my own blue sea? With all barks of fleet career And flags and breezes free! M ary J 0 Swomston, Class of '46 The joy of Spring The joy of spring is in the air. Along with sounds of laughter gay Hear children's voices everywhere! There's rollerfskating on the square On every bright and sunny day. The joy of spring is in the air. The tiny tots climb in the pear. The small toy boats sail in the bay. ' Hear children's voices everywhere. A baseball game just over there With shouts and cheers is in full sway. T The joy of spring is in the air. And on the sidewalk squat a pair, For it is marbles that they play. Hear children's voices everywhere! ' Oh! See that child jump like a hare, For hopscotch is the game for May. The joy of spring is in the air. Hear children's voices everywhere! Marry Louise Newell, Class of '47 ,f 'HQ ,gli ., ,M

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JW New I miss the fuoiee of wtwes- the jirst That woke my childish gleeg The measured ehimeg the lfhtmdefr burst. Where is my 0 pen blue sea? FELICIA HEMANS Y LOCKING back over my life I can see how the Navy has influf enced it. The Navy's lore, the Navy's ships, and the Navy's men have all played their parts. The Navy's lore seeped through me as I listened to my father talking to his fellow officers and Annapolis classmates. I remained undisturbed and inconspicuous through many lengthy discussions because I was thought too insignificant to understand. There I absorbed much of the traditional salty vocabulary, and I learned that their creed was: Let him who knows not how to pray go to sea. Their topics were realistic! These same men also respected certain superstitions of the sailors. They firmly believed that red skies at night are pure good luck, but the same skies in the morning are sinister. Becausekof these charmfbound sailors, I was not allowed to go on the Kezweahlv maiden rung females on a first run are said to ujinx the ship. I met the Navy's men first on the cruiser Raleigh. There one Christ' mas Day an old chief petty officer, dressed as Santa Claus, landed on the water in a sea plane, minus his reindeer and sleigh, and was piped over the side to distribute his packages. The men always love traditional things of home and each year strap a Christmas tree to the mast. They celebrate Thanksgiving and Navy Day with the same vigor. I saw the midshipmen being trained to command the ships while I lived at Annapolis. In Norfolk I saw the same officers train others for war. The individualism of each was eliminated, as the men were molded into a mass fighting unit. They marched, and slept, and worked, and ate together. They were interchangeable in their jobs to insure a perfect product of unity. I was mostimpressed by the ships of the Navy. My first voyage was from I-Ionolulu to -San Diego. In San Diego I can remember sitting high on the edge of the Pacific while the entire fleet passed intriumphal review below me. The second time I was in SanfDiego, I visited the Vallejo Navy Yard, where the ships of the fleet originate. In long .lines they stood, ranged in order from a laid keel to a seaworthy ship. As one vessel slid into the water, completed, another took her, place.. It was a maritimeassembly line. I fully learned to appreciate the sturdy structure ofthe ships when I explored the Kaweah from stem to stern while she was under construction

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Bdflifllfk Carrie ufdvenfure HE NIGHT was growing deeper, and the windflashed trees clutched wildly at his rainfsodden clothing as Sir Theron rode resolutely into the pernicious forest. A strange mist was rising from the marshy floor, bringing with it the stench of dead things, and the shivering horse paused in his hesitant gait from time to time as if sensing evils his master could not. The young knight fought off an almost overpowering fear and wearif ness as he gently urged his steed onward through fields of demons, leering from behind each distorted wyvernflike tree. Finally the eerie call of a wolffdog and a glimpse of a gray, forbidding citadel warned him that he was approaching his destination, Basilisk Castle. Cnce at the brink of the murky moat, he sent forth a call which echoed back from the grim walls, and a sudden longing shot through him to see the shining battlements of Camelot stretched out in a golden sun. No sooner had he announced his arrival than the drawbridge slowly lowered, and, as he crossed into the shadowy courtyard, the hollow beat of his horse's hoofs resounded from rampart to rampart, taking the aspect of ghostly, mocking laughter. i Then, after dismounting, he was led through a labyrinth of narrow corridors by a dry, wizened old man, carrying aloft a gnarled pine torch which sent shadows leaping and dancing along the walls, from whose crannies, it seemed, peered a multitude of hostile eyes. At length, a massive oaken door swung open, betraying a huge, gloomy room lighted by a single taper atop a majestic, carved desk, behind which sat Lord Marhans, master of Basilick Castle, a suave, dark man, almost as gaunt as the growling dogfcreature groveling at his feet. The lord rose, casting a weird shadow against the crimson arras, as his wellfkept hands toyed with the jewelfstudded hilt of his sword. Then he spoke in a haughty, scornful tone. So, at last we meet again, my nephew. What noble mission brings my dear, dead sister's son to my humble abode? Perhaps there is some service I can do you, he smirked, making a sweeping bow. But then, noticing the servant lurking near the threshold, he harshly ordered the cowering servile being back to his scullery, and the man fled as if lashed. The lad squared his shoulders, shook a lock of flaxen hair from his pale brow, and replied meekly, yet staunchly, You do me honor, Sir Uncle, but I fear my duty is an unpleasant one, for I was dispatched here by King Arthur to prove my worth as a knightnof the Round Table by ridding his realm of the evil which has been practiced in this castle. He has received word that you have held many wealthy land owners prisoner and tortured them until they turned over their estates to you. If you do not leave this country at once, I shall be forced to expel you. I ' T I