Auburn High School - Arrow Yearbook (Auburn, NY)

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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..

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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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THE ARROW ANNUAL-1927 Why I Duck ' Senior Prize Essay I am rather tall and most doorways cause me to duck! One day I was hurrying through a doorway on the third floor of an old office building. I was in such a hurry that I forgot to duck, The crack made me dizzy and I went to an open window to get air. There before me lay a beautiful lake. I hadn't remembered seeing it before, but I was in no condition to think and the water looked wonderful. Before any- one could stop me I was upon the window ledge and taking a beautiful dive. The illusion remained and I felt the water close over my head. I came up and swam to shore. Stepping out on the shore I looked around, the lake had disappeared and where it had been stood a crowd of men. They were gathered around something on the grass. I went up to a man and asked him who was hurt, but he didn't seem to hear me. I tried others with no better success and finally went to look myself. Imagine my wonder and horror to see a body which looked like my own lying on the ground. I heard a man say, Poor fellow, he will be gone in a minute. Then I thought suddenly of a letter I was to have mailed that morning. I couldn't die until that letter was mailed. It was an application for a job for my- self during the summer. I thought of other things left undone. It made me desperate and grabbing my dying body I tried to shake it. After a while I heard the man say: He still lives. There may be a chance for his life. ' Then they picked up my body and carried it to an ambulance. I sat myself on the body and went too. They put my body in a bed and set the broken bones. The body moved as though in pain but I stood aloof and felt nothing. And so 'I sat, day after day, watching my body. The broken bones slowly knit but I could not re-enter the body and I was very sorrowful. Then I met people who talked to me and understood me. They said that they were souls whose bodies had long since died. They wished me to go with them but that letter held me. Even after one of the nurses had mailed the letter I still wished to re--enter my body. I had no desire to be a spirit, yet. One day my body had a relapse and the doctors worked over it all day. My family was there, too, and I longed to comfort my Mother, and tell her I still lived, but I was powerless, and there was Dad, how I wanted to clap him on the shoulders and tell him to brace up. Finally I got desperate, as I had that day of the accident, and again tried to shake the body. My attempt seemed to bring the body to life and it rose up and threw me onto the floor.