Ashtabula High School - Dart Yearbook (Ashtabula, OH)

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THE DART we decided to go as high as possible, we were soon on our way once again. It is hard for us to realize that just a little higher on the mountain, the tourists have the unusual pleasure of snow-balling just as vigorously as we do here in January. The train winds around and around, until at last we have entered a cold dark tun- nel which is very long. The engine puffed along slowly, and every few feet we passed a guard who gave the signals showing that the tracks are safe. The train stopped and I supposed we had come to the Jungfrau- bahn. But no! we were at a place called Eismeer. Leaving the train we took a very romantic walk in a cross-tunnel of rock ice. It was illuminated by inverted green and yellow lights which cast forth a very strange glow. This place is just a small platform where you have a good view of the mountains. It boasts of one of the highest post offices in the world, at an elevation of over 10,000 feet. After enjoying a wonderful view of the beautiful snow cov- ered mountains, we hurried back to the train and rode ten min- utes longer in the tunnel before we got off for dinner. We rode for fifty-five minutes in the tunnel, before we reach ed the Jungfrauhoch, nearly 12,000 feet above sea level. The breathing there is difficult as the air is very rare. The little res taurant where we ate dinner was built on the mountain side, and is everywhere surrounded by snow and ice. After luncheon we started for a mountain climb and a frolic in the snow. We all had our Alpine climbing sticks for assistance in treading over the snow and ice. Soon we entered a cave of ice. It was very cold there and the path was very icy. Without my spiked cane I should never have been able to continue on the ex- cursion. I believe that the snow was the purest and cleanest that I have ever seen. You know that the Jungfrau mountain is so called because the Swiss say, the mountain is as white and pure as the young wife. Coming out of the cave, we had a fine game of snow-balling. It was my first experience of snow-balling in August, but I found the sport so enjoyable that I hope I may repeat it sometime in the future.. We then took a farewell glance at the wonderful scene, on one side upon the dusky forests and the green meadows, and on the other side upon the far stretching ice fields, while we said Aufwieder sehen.” 7

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f THE TRAIL OF THE ALPS MILDRED PICKARD '14 HAT a charming place is Interlaken! It is the center for many fine excursions, particularly up into the high Alps. There is one trip, especially, that every lover of the granduer and the majesty of mountain scenery should be sure to take and that is to ascend the Jung- frau mountain. It was five o’clock on July 31 when we arrived at Interlaken. As it was just time for the sunset, we went out to see the color of the gown which the Jungfrau had donned for us. We surely were fortunate to see her in all her glory, for it was the first time in two months she had not been veiled in a misty gown. But on this July evening, as she towered high between the black moun- tains, she seemed to be aglow with iridescent lights. We then de- cided that if the next day brought forth a bright and clear morn- ing, we surly would take the trip to the Jungfrauhoch, which the guide said was one of the most thrilling excursions in the trail of the Alps. As the snow glittered on the snow covered mountains on the next morning, we hurried to the station, leaving Interlaken at 8:05 A. M. Up and up climbed the sturdy little train. Beside the tracks the wild fox-glove daisies,- real American daisies, nodded cheery greetings. Soon we reached Grindelwald, the starting place for many a climbing expedition. Up above, a mere dot in the distance, is the Kleine Scheidigg. To that place is a long slow climb, but at last the busy engine gives a long puff of relief, and we find that we have arrived at Kleine Scheidigg. Straight across are the pale green glaciers of the Jungfra . All about are great snow-banks. In every direction there is a mag- nificent panorama of mountain scenery. On and on we climbed, the air growing thinner, the higher we mounted. On one side there are the everlasting snow fields, while on the other side are the eternal hills. The guide told us to go higher yet and scale the heights of the regal Jungfrau. The Kleine Scheidigg is the start ing place for the Jungfrauhoch, the regions of eternal snow. As 6

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 SPEAKING OF PEACOCKS MARJORIE MITCHELL ’15 TELL you every woman is as vain as a peacock,” an- nounced Mr. Vale as he held his coffee cup in mid-air. Whenever one of them gets a new dress or a hat or even shoes, she thinks of nothing for a week but how well she looks. Watch a woman in a new suit. Every time she goes by a store window, she looks at her re- flection and mentally, if not actually, gives herself an approving pat.” And are men never vain?” questioned bis wife. Did you ever see me strutting up and down in a new suit?” he exclaimed indignantly, 1 should hope not! I have something else to think about besides the!most idiotic angle for my hat, the craziest style imaginable in clothes, and whether my hair, brushed such and such a way, would make me look more distinguished than the way I now choose to wear it, or if my neckties should be a hundredth of a shade different from what they are in order to look well with my eyes.” No,” said Mrs. Vale, but I suppose you know the old saying about peacocks, that when they see their feet, they drop their tails and stop strutting. Now I think it quite possible to account for man’s lack of vanity by the size of his feet. Being so much larger than woman’s and so much more in evidence that —.” “There you go,” interrupted her husband. “Just like a woman, arguing against herself every time.” But why?” Because indirectly you are trying to brag about your little feet,” finished her husband. Soon afterwards, when they had completed their dinner in si- lence and had adjourned to the living room, Mr. Vale to peruke his evening paper and smoke, and Mrs. Vale to work on a bit of sewing which most housekeepers usually have at hand, the door- bell gave a loud ring and Mrs. Vale’s brother Ernest, a football star from a near-by University, entered. His face was somewhat cut and bruised, and he also limped a little, these afflictions being the results of the afternoon’s game. When he entered the room, 8