Stadium High School - Tahoma Yearbook (Tacoma, WA)

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THE TAHOMA Qt lllisit in QU12 mnnits STOOD in a forest one bright afternoon I When the trees were beginning to whisper of June, Young leaves to the breath of the wind rustled soft, From the tops of the giant limbs swaying aloft. Some chirping brown sparrows here Huttered about, And from the deep shade of the thicket peeped out On the paths of the forest to take a survey Of the heartless intruder who stared in the way. There bloomed at my feet some fragrant wild Howers That seemed to peep cautiously out from their bowers Among the tall grasses, and wild ferns, and moss, Which the flickering sunbeams were playing across I heard a sharp crackle and upward Ilglanced, To see a brown squirrel that gracefully danced With a nut in his paws till a suitable seat He espied, and then shyly proceeded to eat. O June, with your youth and your beauty so grand Let me feel your brave spiritlin heart and in handg Let me join in your jollity, cull your wild flowers, And breathe in the light of your infinite hours. -Ruth Williams 'IZZ'

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D TI-IE. TAI-IOMA I3 You have been sick a very long time, Eve, he said. A very long time. I She laughed defiantly. I'll be all right to-morrow. I canit bear to waste ra day in bed-life is so short! But when the morrow came Eve was tired. Now that her atten- tion was called to the cough, she noticed how it racked and' sickened her, and her body ached with a dull, heavy ache. The doctor was all smiles. Just a little while longer, he said. There were times in the weeks that followed when the gray clouds came, but the eyes of the God of Promise glittered always when she sought them, and she waited for to-morrow. It was golden June outside. They put Eve upon the porch where the air was full of the sweet scent of growing things and she could hear the light foot falls on tl1e pavement below. The people laughed happily and did not know she was there. The world was brimming over with life, and the gladness of it hurt her. V It will be all right to-morrow, she smiled. But something was not right, and one morrow found Eve where the God of Promise had leit her suddenly. But she lay very still, for Eve, and seemed not to care. And that night in the big Auditorium. there was light and music and Bowers. And there were a hundred gods present, their eyes aglitter and their faces glowing with the promise of the life that was to come. One god was absent. -Vivian Barber '11 ..-e ' uv '!.- '- , ',- Y' ', I li 15' 51, E-15:-,yy 'l '- ' 'X

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THE TAHOMA i5 Out of the ark Cl-Trom an old English legendj , ER mother, worn-out, her mouth drooping steadily, slept in a corner. She sat huddled in a heap, herwhite 5 .A H A head nodding grotesquely over her knees. Exhaus- qll I tion had drained from her the last sap of vitality. 1 .7 But the widow oi the bedside where her dead child Q 1 Q lay swaddled in a sheet, only laughed mirthlessly 0 and listened. A gale was sweeping the Channel. HI lost my man in the sea, she said monotonously. My babe is dead. Be still. Xwhat more can you do to me? The candle glared and gutteredg on the wall the leaping iirelight Hung huge, fantastic shadows, The widow knelt, and to prevent them dropping open, she tied over the baby's jaws a linen kerchief. She opened the window at the top so that the soul might pass. It is time to sing the Passing Songfi she said. Her voice was flat and harsh with grief, like the whistling of the wind. It broke over the words: ' Mary take you now, You that suckled at my heart, Mary sooth your crib tonight - But when it came to the place where she must say to the soul De- part, her lips would not form the words. She bowed in dumb agony over the cot, and the dead, sweet face stared into hers, and the rain- drops pounded on the window. Out of the dark, above the plunge and thunder of the wind-hacked waves, came a wail like a soul in pain. The widow gazed out through the splashed window, but the glass was blinded by the rain. Did you hear nothing, mother? . Hush, daughter! It isthe child that waits to pass. The widow's eyes were big and eerieg they peered out of her white, weary face like sunken shadows. She sighed, and shook her head. NOP she said, perhaps it is a lamb in the Wind. For why should my babe cry out that was christened, innocent, and clean of sin P