Piedmont High School - Tris Yearbook (Piedmont, WV)

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IRHS u 19262-H baping Guuhhpe We always have some feeling of dread when we say parting words to our friends and there is even some disagreeable trait in watching others go through the ceremony. , We have dozens of ways of saying good-bye: There is the heavy, heart- rending farewell uttered between sobs that somehow stirs in us some inner emotion. The son leaving the farm says farewell or good-bye, never Au re- voir. His leave may be long and the parting words said really are serious But here is the flapper getting on the train. She jumps aboard, blows a light kiss to whom she is leaving and her high-pitched voice throws back her Ta-ta, old chapf' and no tears take place. We Watch two college young men, one boarding the train, the other standing on the platform. There is usually a handshake, determined by the station .of the young men, or, in other words, whether they are in for foot- ball or Shakespeare. After this scene there is some parting such as Car- bolic acid, or otherwise. By the way, carbolic acid means good-bye in any language. There is the good fellow that crushes our fingers to-gether so that we must pry them apart, and he calls a so-long and we feel not sad at the parting, but perhaps glad that our hands still contain the regular number of fingers. We meet the chap who has read Zane Grey. He says Adios, doffs his hat and in regular Spanish fashion leaves us. The girl we meet just back from finishing school always departs with Au revoirf' We see them all at the station, at school, everywhere in fact. we smile perhaps, but when we, ourselves, have to say good-bye to someone, we take it all back, and have the same old feeling of dread, and what we would like to say is Jump in the lake or something meaning an' absolute good-bye. Then we have the Seniors, the class of 1926, bidding good-bye to the school loved by us so long. We have reached the ideal toward which we have been plodding for four, short, happy years. In these four years there are many things which we may look back upon, always recalling pleasant mem- ories. There are pals and sweethearts and teachers, all associated with our greatest dreams, but yet we must leave them, cease to lean upon them for encouragement, provide our own initiative, learn by our own mistakes, and at last come through life's journey scathed, but able to look back on a better world. So now we say this farewell to old P. H. S. May God give you the best, may your teachers enjoy life's richest blessings, and last in this hour of good-byes, old school, keep that clean fighting spirit-the spirit that fights to the end. ENID G. OURS '26 Page fifty-six X

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Vial parted she said, Jack, I am determined to wing I must win, for if I Win Mother's and Father's confidence, they will consent to my going with you. With these words and a winning smile she left Jack who stood looking after her with a puzzled look on his face. She's a dream, a reality, and a treasure, was his only comment. By the time commencement day came-and it came on Marjory's eigh- teenth birthday-Marjory was considered the sweetest tempered and the most loving and attractive girl of her graduating class. She carried off all honors. She was valedictorian of her class and she received the medal for being best all-around student. When she reached home, after her gradua- tion, her mother took her in her arms and said, Marjory, you are the pride of my life. Her father entered the room just then and added, Yes, and Marjory, We haven't appreciated you enough, We haven't been good enough to you so tolnight we are going to do a little spontaneous celebrating. You Will please walk into the front room and wait until we put the eats on the table. Marjory picked up a book and with a glad and happy heart she walked toward the front room. But on the threshold she stopped. To her utter as- tonishment she found herself looking into the happy face of Jack Preston. Marjory, they've consented, exclaimed the happy boy. Oh, Jack, I've won. It was too much for Jack. He came forward and taking Marjory in his arms he asked tenderly, pleadingly, May I please, Marjory ? She dropped her eyes for a moment and then raising them to his she softly answered, Yes. MARY K. LOVENSTEIN '27 E ,N '27 WA Q1 .11 2 YQ., Page fifty-five

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fa Z1 jaigbt nf Ztaurrur The night was calm and still. The owls with their weird hoots occa- sionally broke the stillness of the night. The moon had been shining, but a passing cloud came between this orb and the earth, causing a dense black- ness. A dog somewhere in the distance howled ominously. At this moment a cry broke upon the air-such a piercing cry that would have caused one's blood to run cold. :F is X SF The Sabbath dawned calm and clear. Duncan I-Ball, the hall which had been the scene of great festivities the previous night, lay peacefully dozing under the warm sun. But presently the castle took on a more active ap- pearance as the inmates began stirring around. Lord Duncan, the beloved master of the castle, was a handsome man of forty years. He and his wife and one son, Albert, lived happily in their castle. Lord Duncan was a descendant of one of the oldest families in Eng- land, and he and his family were loved and respected by all who knew them. Duncan had one secret from the world and that was his brother, Geor- ges. Georges was a lunatic from birth, and Duncan kept him in a room in the top of the castle, Where he was secluded from the world. No one ex- cept the family and the servants, whom Duncan trusted faithfully, knew of Georges' existence. He was not a raving maniac, but if excited he would be dangerous. He was fascinated by any sort of jewels and would never rest until he had a number of them, so Duncan kept him well supplied with imi- tations. The previous night Duncan had celebrated the sixteenth birthday of his son by inviting the nobility of England to be present when he bestowed upon his son a certain valuable ring set with brilliant and costly jewels. This ring had been passed from generation to generation to the oldest son in the family on his sixteenth birthday. Thus when Albert reached this age the customary ceremony was celebrated. This morning as Lord and Lady Duncan sat in the dining room discuss- ing the night's entertainment, Milly, a faithful old servant, rushed toward the-m, her face deathly white and her eyes amazingly wide. When she re- covered her breath she exclaimed, He's dead! Who ? came from Lady Duncan as she sprang to her feet. Oh Albert, my poor, poor boy I wailed Milly. Wha-What's that ? stammered Duncan. He stood staring at Milly, and wondered if he didn't have two lunatics in the house. Oh, when I passed Albert's room this morning I saw a smear of blood on the door, and when I went inside there lay Albert in a pool of blood, with a slit in his throat. Oh! Oh l A little cry broke from Lady Duncan as she sank to the floor in a heap. Page fifty-seven