Jefferson High School - Nautilus Yearbook (Lafayette, IN)

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CC Y . - ,, EE M mm m . , one DQGCIIIUS lf! I I F1 l 'I A M S ll ay ong 93 1 1 if - The air of May was clear and sweet, i I The stars of May were gold, My song into the glorious night A lyric beauty told. , s 'a i The skies of May were cool and dark, , ,, The hills were softly green, in I I knelt and offered up my soul 93 Q As a gift to the Beauty Queen. l' A The breath of May was incense rare, A Far wafted on the breezeg Commingling odors from each flower In perfumed harmonies. I found so much of loneliness It caused the tears to start, Nor knew I why, unless it was I The beauty in my heart. -CHRISTINE E. MARXSON, ,28. i S S E fm - E PAGE 126

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W Brie oaocrizoe Seeking Perfection There is an old story of India that in the beginning all was perfect and all moved in harmonious euphony, until a string in the divine harp snapped, then a meteor flashed, the thunder pealed, and confusion and disorder reigned undisputed. Then from chaos love sprang, setting the disorder to rights and once more clothing the earth in beauty,-but the gods looked and hid their faces and wept: something was lost, something indiscernible and intangible, and they sought and still are seeking. Time has passed since Hrst that story was told. Centuries have gath- ered their children about them and have followed untold centuries, to be buried in oblivion, to moulder in the great tomb of time forever,- but still we seek. The day,s work has been long, nineteen hours have passed since morn- ing came, and looking back they seem as vague and long as the lingering centuries. It has seemed long,--it must have been ages since morning when I arrived at school, and oh, it must have been still longer since I ascended the stairs, ran for three flights and arrived breathless at a classroom door. It wasn't long after that with a rude, No, no, no, oh no, I don't want to live foreverf' I fled down the stairs and seated myself to study. Then I thought of her to whom I had been speaking. She was pretty, so pretty, I thought, as I opened my chemistry. She was good, better than I could ever beg and I loved her, more than anyone else on earth, but--she didn't understand either,-she couldn't understand, then no one could, and I gave up in desperation. A tinkling of a bell, a slamming of books, and a banging of seats brought me quickly to my senses, and I jumped up. I remember nothing further. Already that is buried in the past, but from it sprang like a spectre from the tomb the odd, dull dissatisfaction which lingered with me tonight. During the day I had done my work passably well, I had exaggerated, as was my usual custom, I had been rude as usual, but I hadn't done anything very bad. Wfhy did I seek and long for more? In the morning I had sought comprehension, now I was seeking something even more vainly. Ever since the fall of man he has sought vainly for something, for his lost perfection. Even as I laid my work away, so the untold dead have laid theirs away, sometimes complete, sometimes unfinished, and some- times done but passably well. Are they satisfied, or do they turn and look back wistfully, seeking for that they sought all their lives, some- thing indiscernible and intangible, do they find it thus, I wonder? Only the stars know and only in the deepest hour of midnight do they smile and whisper among themselves, Vain is this seeking. Unbroken perfection is over all. ' -MIRIAM BECK. r i I X PAGE 125

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