Auburn High School - Arrow Yearbook (Auburn, NY)

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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.

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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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AUBURN ACADEMIC HIGH SCHOOL And suddenly, there I lay on the Hoor with two men holding me down while another threw water into my face. I asked him to stop, as I had just washed my face, and sitting up I looked around. I was in the room beyond the doorway and by a few questions learned that I had been out for about two minutes. I Duck for all doorways, now. -GEORGE F. Domss, '28. My Room at Home My room at home is quite small. You might not think it fme at allg But it is home to me because you see It holds my treasure, my dreams, and me. The blowing curtains, sheer and white, Make it very nice at night. A table, my books, an easy chair, And a softly shaded light are there, And when at night I go to sleep, I dream sometimes of things quite deep, But when I wake, I Find it all- It's home, my home, just off the hall. -RAYMOND WETHEY, '27, Red Shoes Tiny red shoes, Dancing blues, Satin floor, Lights galore, Slide,- Echoe dies, Glide,- Music sighs, Light of dawn,- Red shoes gone. sn AMELIA MCCARTY, ,27