Auburn High School - Arrow Yearbook (Auburn, NY)

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THE ARIQGVV ANNUAL-1927 has done for us in the past and with the hope of the things to be given unto us in the future. Clasping his young son to him he stood with bowed head absoibed in silent p ra yer. -CHARLES LEWIS 28 Reverie Senior Prize Poem I gazed across the garden space, In a train of careless thought 5 just wondering what, ten years from The future will have brought. The trees were hung with dew drops Like countless diamonds rareg The apple blossoms, pink and white, Lent perfume faint and fair. It seemed a fairy curtain quite Against the heavenly blue Betwixt me and the coming yearsg And all at once I knew, If I could only look beyond Into for-ever-more. l'd find what all these years of time I'm waiting, working for. I know that there I'd surely find What fate has planned for me Of pain, or joy and happiness The things that are to be. But this I find, I cannot do 5 For as1I forward go, The future ever onward moves With joy and sorrow too. ll0 VN' -THERESA THoMPsoN 8

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AUBURN ACADEMIC HIGH SCHOGL and there is no telling what he will do. I must reach your father, I must. I am the only one left and'I'll have to leave you. I'll put you in your room so they will suspect nothing and then I shall go for your father. Quickly he took the boy to the tower and placed him safely in bed. Then racing through the courtyard he saddled a horse, drove a pair of spurs which he had put on, deep into the animal's Hanks and Hed away into the night and into the storm. The clouds continued to pile up mountain high, the wind rose to such a fury that it was nigh impossible to stand against it and still the laughter and the shout- ing and the drinking went on in the spacious hall. Once more the brute, who called himself a man, rose to speak. Hear the wind and rain and thunder, my friends. See the lightning flash. And he is out in it all, curse him! Not even God, Himself, can harm us here. See how the walls stand against the force in the elements. But why talk about such things when there is wine to be drunk and songs to be sung? What care we for God's elements. What care we for God Himself. In my opinion there is no G--. A sudden Hash then silence and with a terrible crackling and grinding the roof trembled then crashed on the heads of those within the hall. The screams of the dying and the crashing of the walls intermingled with the awful rumblings of the thunder. God's elements had taken their toll and seeming to be well satisfied began to pass. The lightning grew less and less and the thunder dwindled to a dull sullen roar. Then all was still and the sun coming to give its light the following day saw the wreck of what was once a beautiful dining hall. - The next guard watching the huge ball of fire mount to the sky saw its rays glint upon the shining steel atop of the distant mountain, thought that the enemy id in truth conquered his master and had come to claim the castle as the spoils of war. As the cavalcade paused on the crest of the mountain, the plumes bowing he- fore the wind and the shining armor hurling back the fire of the sun, the old king, turning to the misshapen thing whose clothing bore the unmistakable mark of a fool but whose keen clear eyes failed to bear out the falicy, spoke thus: Have no fear, Nolo, my men were much too loyal to listen to the vain prat- tlings of those hirelings and they stood for none of it. They hang on trees as a reminder of the fact. But let us hurry, I am anxious to learn of the fate of my son. . V The long train burst into a gallop and soon drew rein at the castle gate. A tiny head was thrust over the huge stones of the battlements and a small voice piped joyfully, Hello Daddy. The gate was let down, the portcullis raised and in solemn state the king entered. He surveyed the wreck of the dining hall with a calm brow and said: Here shall we build a chapel to the I.ord our God, in honor of the things He .-Q

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AUBURN ACADEMIC HIGH SCHOOL The House on aHill It was a chilly, rainy night. A dim light shown feebly through the plate glass window of a large mansion. Although the house was isolated on top of a hill and, except for the dim light, apparently unoccupied, it was evident that a man of great wealth had built it. The sides were made of stone and in front four massive pillars supported the high porch roof. The windows were so long that a person could easily stand on the ground and look in. About midnight the light suddenly went out and the loneliness of the house was more apparent than before. Half an hour later, an automobile chugging along the wet, slippery road stopped at the foot of the hill. The lights, which at first were dimmed, were snapped off and two figures emerged from the car. They paused a moment as if arguing about something, then advanced still talking ve- hemently in low tones. As they neared the house, they became quiet and left the road. When they were near the house, they stopped and one tried to press something into the other's hand, but he shook his head and pushed the object away. He raised his handkerchief which was tied around his neck, up to his eyes and, leaving the other fellow, advanced towards the house. The thief paused at one of the windows and leaned forward as if to pierce the gloom and see the contents of the room. After a moment's hesitation, he took something from his pocket, reached near the lock of the window, and made a circular motion with his hand. There was a slight tinkle of glass, then the man reached inside, unlocked the window, and stepped into the room. He stood still listening to catch every sound and sniffing the air. To him the smell, which was that of damp mould and dust, suggested neglect. This was no rich man's house-but they had told him where the picture was and it was up to him to get it. He followed the directions which had been given him and soon found himself in a large room, but because of the darkness he could see nothing in the room. As he was just about to snap on his flashlight, there was a sharp click and a light flooded the room. Not far in front of him stood an elderly man holding a pistol in one hand, his eyes shining with a triumphant gleam. The thief needed no order to throw up his hands for as soon as he saw the pistol he reached for the heavens. At the same time, his eyes swept around the room. pausing at one picture then stopping with amazement and wonder at another. I see you like my picture, said the owner with a bit of sarcasm in his voice, but it would take a better crook than you to get it. I never saw such an exhi- bition of amateur robbing, why! the way you cut that window was disgusting. The thief hung his head in humiliation, his hands dropped to his side, then he spoke with a pleading note in his voice. Honest, mister, I ain't no amatchure. How could I help it if that glass cutter was no good? Why, at New York, I am considered one of the slickest professionals in the business. If you think I'm no good, look at these. He reached quickly into his coat, there was a ripping sound