Barstow School - Weathercock Yearbook (Kansas City, MO)

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A VALENTINE If grew more plaintive and at last with a muttered oath he crept to the childs side again: her lips were dry now and the hand he timidly touched was hot. Shaking his head helplessly. he held the glass of water to her lips but she weakly turned her head away. For a moment he thought rapidly, or as rapidly as one whose instincts were all brutal could think. Twice he turned toward the stairsg twice he hesitated and looked down at the bag he carried. Surely it could not have been the good in the man that triumphed and led him to the telephone to call a doctor, for the father had said that there was no good in such a specimen and was, even at that moment. claiming that a sagging mouth always showed that a mans controlling impulse was always self-preservation, The man himself opened the front door for the doctor and met his suspicious glance sullenly: told him where the child was, showed the bell that would call the nurse. Then he waited till the doctor had reached the top of the stairs before he again entered the library: as he crossed the room to the window he stooped and picked up bits of something that shone white in the darkness. Then he let himself and his bag out of the window and closed it silently after him. ESTHER CONNELLY. IQI4. A Valentine SENSELESS scrap of airy fairy lace. Midst glistn'ing gauds of tinsel and of gold. How can this tiny billet e'er enfold My minds sweet rapture, and my heart's swift race. Whene'er I hear thy voice or see thy face? The wide. wide ocean seems a tiny drop. Compared to this sea-restless soul of mine. XVhich thou dost govern by thy grace divine: O fair and pure and sweet beyond compare, I pray thee harken to my ceaseless prayer! Doms Howiss. IQI4.

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THE lVlASQUE OF CALIDORE I7 to be entertained. or glorious event to be celebrated. The climax came with the pageant at Kenilworth in 1574. which the Earl of Leicester gave for the entertainment of Queen Elizabeth. In the procession there was a eavaleade of two hundred horsemen. all bearing torches. with the Queen as the center of the group. At her right hand rode Leicester. who. as Scott tells us. Hglittered like a golden image with jewels and cloth of gold. as he rode mounted on a jet black steed with not a single white hair on its body. The highest born nobles and wisest counsellors, knights and ladies. all in gala array followed to clamorous blasts of warlike music. As the bursts of music grew low and sweet. as if distance were gradually prolonged until only the last lingering strains could reach the ear, a new spectacle was provided. A floating island. illuminated by a great variety of torches. swept gently down toward the bridge on which the Queen was standing. On the island stood the Lady of the Lake. surrounded by Tritons and Nereids. With such a gorgeous spectacle did Leicester entertain his sover- eign: and from that time on, we hear little more of pageants until their revival in the Ioth century. both in England and America. The modern pageant is in some respects a revival, and in others entirely newg for it has developed into a series of scenes accompanied by dialogue. songs. music and dances. We think even Scott himself would have been appalled at trying to describe our Pageant held on the 16th of May.-not all ours. for in fact it was given by the Collegiate Alumnae. but we like fondly to imagine that they never could have done it without our help. What words could do justice to the grand procession. its marvellous color-schemes, and its wonderful. romantic background of Mrs. lVfeyer's estate. with the stately old trees. those gay peonies and iris in their best attire, and the dignified house looming up behind, lordly enough to have been Kenilworth castle itself! But. being conceited creatures. the part of the pageant we are most proud of is our masque, for it was in every sense our own. The lines were written by one of our graduates, recited by another. all the costuming carried out by three loyal alumnae. and the dancing directed by a former pupil of our school. Not to mention the Presiding Genius at the head. inspiring and directing all our efforts. with tireless energy: and her wonder- ful helpers. the teachers. whose affectionate interest never fails us in time of need. And the result? The Masque of Calidore. perfect in conception and execution! The last merry man has hardly disappeared into the forest when, presto, the Court of Arthur in all its splendor is before us. There is the Standard Bearer, with Arthurs lion rampant of silver on a soft purple