Auburn High School - Arrow Yearbook (Auburn, NY)

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AUBURN ACADEMIC HIGH SCHOOL A Tree Poems are made by fools like me, but only God can make a tree. No thing on earth with it compares, No man exists who even dares, With even his most precious dream, Compete with handiwork supreme. In state and beauty here combined, One finds His love once more entwinedg It stirs the heart and brings forth praise From those who finally on it gazeg In all this world so vast and free, Can any work surpass a tree? -DoRo'rH Y BEN N ETT, '27, I Lady Luna The silver 'moon in the heavens Beams on the land each night, And paints all the fields and mountains With a glorious streaming light. V She is pale and fair and wondrous, A shining orb of the sky, VVho lightens the way of traveler Gleaming down from on high. She silvers the trees and brooklets Giving all a silver sheen And softens the glades of the forest Into a pale translucent green But the effect she has on the ocean Can be told no more than a dream. -ELEANOR GANNON, '27. H. 26 .-

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THE ARROW ANNUAL-1927 and he drew forth his hand in the palm of which glistened five beautiful diamonds. The owner, who had almost pulled the trigger at the thief's movement, gazed with astonishment at the beautiful gems and he leaned forward to examine them at closer range. The burglar drew nearer tilting his palm so that the jewels would sparkle. The man acted as though he was hypnotized by them, and regched out his hand to take them. As he did so the thief caught him off his guard and seizing the hand that held the gun with one of his hands he struck the man a ter- rific blow on the chin. The man fell to the floor stunned and before he could regain his senses his hands were bound behind him and the gun was in his captor's hands. When his muscles would obey his numbed brain, he struggled to his feet, drew himself to his full height, and glared savagely at the thief who was stand- ing with a look half of pity and half of triumph at him. There was something familiar about that firm jaw and those grey eyes of the old man. Where had he seen him before? Ah! he remembered now, it was on a night something like this night when he and his comrades had charged over the top. Something had struck him in the left shoulder and he had remembered no more until he felt himself being jarred as if somebody was trying to lift himg then he opened his eyes for a brief moment and saw the face that was now standing before him. He fainted again but the image of that face always stood before him. That had been long ago and the face had aged considerably but there was no doubt in his mind that it was the same man. Q He had never found out who it was, some had told him it was the captain, some that it was one of the surgeon's that had volunteered to bring in some of the wounded, he never knew, but he did know that he owed his life to this man. But this man had insulted him, he had called him an ama-' teur, he must be punished, besides he had promised to get the picture. He took one more look at the proud soldier as he stood there, then turned out the light after glancing at the position of one of the pictures. There was a tearing of canvas, sound of running feet, then silence. Outside a figure paused before the open window. He shrugged his shoul' ders and walked towards the man who was waiting for him. When he reached him, he pulled out a roll of canvas from his coat, handed it to him and said, There it is. Give me the money. I'm not going back to the city. No, I'll go on to where I was first headed for before you got me this job. Hope you like the picture. He stuffed the large roll of bills which he had just received into his pocket and started in the opposite direction from which he had come. The other man smiled, put the painting into his pocket, and returned to his car. As soon as the soldier struggled out of the rope that bound his hands, he turned on the light and turned towards the place of the picture that the thief had noticed so carefully when he first came in. A look of amazement and relief spread over his face for the picture was still there. Then he turned towards the other and a puzzled look accompanied by a half-understanding smile crept over his face for there stood the frame with its picture cut and torn from it. -BURKE DRUMMOND, '27. 1 25 1

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THE ARROW ANNUAL-1927 I Am the Wind l am the wind, she called as she hobbled across the road and over the bridge toward the shack at the bottom of the hill, which was her home. Aunt Mat was a Grenon village character. She was old, nobody knew how old, and her face was weather-beaten. People who didn't like her described it as tough as leather. She had lost her teeth and her hair-most of it wasn't. 'Twas whispered by gossips of Grenon that Aunt Mat had a lot of money but most folks never venture to the little shack at the bottom of Kerney's hill to find out. Those that did saw no signs of it and didn't stay long enough to lind any. It was an admitted fact that Aunt Mat had come of a wealthy family. Some said it was the aristocratic Smyths Qwhich before the war was Smithsj that never had any proof and she never we11t out on Bafford Square. Everybody knew that there was some secret in her past life that she had either forgotten or pretended to have that made her call wildly if vainly, I am the wind. Katherine Kennedy, the new Grenon school teacher, who was not at heart a school teacher at all-and who loved .adventures--decided to find out, once for all, the dark secret. ' One Saturday when she knew Aunt Mat was at the village, she started her tlivver and drove over to the little shack where so few ventured. The door was not locked and Kate stole in and looked around. There was nothing startling in the appearance of the room which was a drab gray. On one side a small oil stove stood and opposite, back of a screen, was a small cot bed. There was also a book case. Kate was surprised at the choice of books, which were those of an educated person. In the opposite corner, there was a small trunk. It was locked but the key had been left in it as though it had been closed in a hurry. 5 Kate glanced around her, a queer, uncanny feeling possessed her. Inwardly calling herself a coward, she opened the trunk. Several photographs lay on top. In one corner was a box of jewels, rubies and pearls only. There she noticed a small iron box. She opened it and found a pair of baby's shoes-little blue ones with white tassels. Then a tarnished locket on a delicate chain fell out. Care- fully Kate opened the locket. ln it were the pictures of a man and a woman and a flat curl of silky golden hai1'. Things began to look mysterious to Kate, when suddenly she noticed another box-the replica of the one she had opened. ln this she found a man's stick pin, signet ring and a pressed rose. Under these, she found the marriage certificate of Matrine Kent and Albert Welch, also a birth certificate of Phyllis Rose Welch. Kate picked up a newspaper clipping. As she read it the mystery was gone. Care- fully she picked up a faded letter and read it silently while the tears rolled down her face. 127 -..