Bennett High School - Beacon Yearbook (Buffalo, NY)

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The BEACON A ONE PIE-BED The concert had ended and strains of dance music were being carried merrily across the campus of Farland College fexclusively for young womenj, and into the open windows of Glenbank, the sophomore house. How many are in favor of not going to the dance tonight? cried Nan gaily, as she entered Sue's room. Sue looked up in surprise for Nan was usually out for all of the fun that she could find. Good land, Nan! Whatever has come over you. I-. She paused as she caught a twinkle in her visitor's eye. 'Tm all on your side, she ended. Nan put her head out of the door and uttered a shrill whistle. A few minutes later jean came sauntering in. What's up now, Nanny, dear? And you aren't dressed for the dance! she exclaimed in surprise. 'Tm reforming, laughed the visitor. No more dances until Prom. I make the suggestion that you join me. Sue has. 1-Imm! Last dance before Prom anyway, Sue agrees. And Nan of all people! she murmured thoughtfully. All right, she added dubiously. Reveal your alllatusf' If that means what I think-it's this way. Stanroad U is in quarantine. The boys whom we know can't come up for this dance- - Where have I heard that before? sighed jean depreciatingly. Never mind, Jean, that is just the beginning. There isn't much sense in our going to the dance. The truth is that you wouldn't go unless Jack were here, my dear. Except for her heightening color, Jean greeted the remark with icy Silence. Anyway, she continued, 'fthe weather is warm, the water in the lake is not much colder than chilly, and very often people from nearfby houses go in swimming at a short distance from this college. How would anyone know whether we were, or were not, students? We could be back before the dance endsAand incidentally have a good time. But-, began Sue. One minute, interrupted Nan. Tomorrow we have a very dry speaker, the chaplain of Stanroad, by the way, and we'll need sleep tonight to keep awake during chapel. Exercise is always conducive to peaceful sleepg so there you are, she ended triumphantly. Convinced, laughed Sue. We'll round up a few more and meet at the boat house in fifteen minutes. A short time later at the appointed place a group of ten met and slipped quietly down to the beach. Finally they stopped and built a fire. Somebody fContinued on page 182

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The BEACON ON EASTER MORNING Lilies-- Tall white Easter lillies, Candles in their silver holders, Sunlight- Filtering through stained glass windows, Music- The mighty swell of an organ, The hymn of a white robed choirg joy! the Lord is risen On Easter morning! -Elizabeth Spencer 12071 1928 IN MEMORIAM JANE M. BERKWATER EILEEN E. HAMILTON HELEN E. CHERMAZ THE WINDS Oh winds that blow so wild and free, You are a giant symphonyg The great bare branches of the trees Are harps the giants play with ease. But by the fires cheery glow I watch the flames that come and go, And in the coals I see the spring While o'er the hills the wild birds wing. The flowers bloom so fresh and fair Their perfume sweet is in the air. The water dances in the brook While I just sit and dream and look, Oh grand, sublime, in many keys, The broken chords sound through the trees, The joyous notes now louder grow, Then play, you harps, and blow, winds, blow. -Allen H. Weelock 12061 1928