Auburn High School - Arrow Yearbook (Auburn, NY)

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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 -..

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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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AUBURN ACADEMIC HIGH SCHOOL i The story was that the mother had bought the child a balloon. The wind had pulled it from the child's hand and blown it into the road. The child with a cry, Oh muver, the wind l jumped into the road in the path of a pair of horses. The father had tried to rescue the child and the effort had resulted in the loss of both lives. The child's last words, Oh muver, the wind ! seemed to have in some way touched the adoring mother's mind. Aunt Mat's tragedy lay before her. Kate gently and carefully replaced the things as she had found them and stole out softly as she had come. She drove slowly back to the village. Aunt Mat was on her way home. I 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. -Doius RISING, '27. A Rainbow Today it rained, a dull and dreary ceaseless patter Against my window pane. Outside I viewed a sodden world - The dripping trees, the gray of broken clouds, l thought of all the grief of years. But as I watched, the sun shone forth, And there across the sky-a bridge of molten gold- A Rainbow. A shining roadway, built by unseen hands, Where 1 have often heard, a pot of gold Awaits the one who first will cross this bridge. A roadway leading to triumphant heights Toward which my soul has struggled valiantly. A flaming arch across a storm-swept sky- A Rainbow. -MARY LOUISE TRIMBLE, '27. ..28..