Buffalo Seminary - Seminaria Yearbook (Buffalo, NY)

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L-bgrgrfgggg gg - SQMINARIA 1942 Till it Bn Murrow UPPEKSCHOOL STORY' There was a screeching and grinding of brakes, then a shrill warning whistle, and a small figure in a short aqua tweed coat and high white boots jumped back to the curb. Say, listen here, little girl! a young surly policeman barked. Janie looked up at him guiltily and smiled. Janie's smile wasn't an ordinary one. Something special and wonderful happened to her mischievous bluefgreen eyes, and her rosy mouth curled appealingly. The street lamp changed the raindrops on her long flying golden hair to diamond dust. The policeman gulped his half' finished rebuke and just looked at her. As the stopflight changed, and Janie ran through the bustling crowd to the other side of the street, she called back to him with a laugh, 'Tm not a little girl, though, I'm nineteen l But the policeman had probably discovered that for himself. i Janie was in a hurry. Someone very particular was among the hundreds of soldiers coming on the fiveffifteen Empire, and she just couldn't be late. Never in any of the crucial moments of her life had she been known to be on time. But then, Tim wouldn't expect her until at least ten minutes after he had told her to be there. Tim knew her too well. Why, she couldn't' think of anything in her whole nineteen years that she hadn't shared with him in some way or other. He -lived next door, and they had grown up together as brother and sister, only' alittle more inseparable. lt was funny, but he had alwaysppreferred her as a steady play' mate towany of the little boys of the neighborhood. She guessed it was because they were so much alike, both so impetuous, hotftempered, and irresponsible. lt seemed that they always thought of the same thing at the same time. They would go into spasms of laughter over some mysterious joke, leaving all. theirfother friends completely puzzled and annoyed, and later a little disgusted. , The other. little boys never thought Tim was queer for playing with' a girl, never called him sissy, or tortured him the way they did Stinky Lewis for weeks after he chose Penny Miles for dropfthefhandkerchief. lt was probably because Tim was stronger than Stinky. He always protected Janie from all the nasty little boys of the neighborhood when they wanted to squirt her with the hose in the summer time, or deluge her with snowfballs in the winter. She remembered one time he had told them in no uncertain tones to stop using her as a target, and she had walked by them with head high. Suddenly she had felt a heavy thud on her

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UiMlNf'L1?,IA L9 ff? W Failure PRIZE POEM I clutched at moss and scraped at stone to climb An ancient wall. The fragrant smoking pine Seeped through the moldy cracks to lure My frantic footfsteps on. A gentle whir Of robin's wings enticed my eager soul. My grasping hands now felt the harsh rock smoothed With spicy grass, like beaver's fur, dewfcooled Atop the wall. Soon every woodsy cone And fat brown mushroom would be mine. The beat Of fairy drums made me forget my goal. These elhn throbbing notes swelled clouds and stars With siren's song. Upward I stretched my arms To catch their brilliance. Falling to earth, I Poured forth my painful words against the sky Which set the silver bell of dreams aftoll. RUTH Fowuza, '42 fr lf MF W 53 ' - X 2 P N A5 ' . , XXX Q sxrfxa xl tix V 3 J V X I 'A 1 N I gag

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5.EMlNA.R1A 19.42 has . - a has al neck, and an icy wetness had seeped down her back. She had turned indignantly to End Tim grinning at the other boys. Nope, he laughed, Nobody hits her but me! Tim was always around the house. His father and mother had been killed when he was a small baby, and he lived with his aunt and uncle. They were elderly, had no children, and seemed to make it rather evident to Tim that they had never wanted any. So he had shared her parents. Her mother and father had hoped for a son. And look what they drew, she smiled to herself, and bumped into a moving pyramid of packages, which she later found was being propelled through the crowd by a very irritable woman shopper. Yes, she thought, as she again resumed her walk to the station, her parents had wanted a son, and Tim seemed to suit them perfectly. Tim saw just enough of her home life to know what he was missing. Sometimes he would get awfully despondent and moody, and it would take all of Janie's humor and foolish antics to restore him to his happy self. And then they had grown up. They had left behind them the tempests and tears, the ecstasies and complete joys of their childhood. They left behind them the worrisome, gangly period of stringy pigtails and dirty faces and legs. They emerged into their teens, a whole life of complexities ahead, and they had had lots of fun. CAt this point in her reminiscence Janie dextrously avoided a blind man selling pencils.J They had had a busy time, going to school, learning their lessons, and perfecting their lines. Janie and Tim had fallen in and out of love many times, and each always depended upon the other's advice in serious matters of dates and things. Two memorable events stood out in her mind. The first was the time Tim took her to the movies last summer at Thousand Island Park. She had just reached the reducing stage, deciding that a liquid diet was just the smartest thing to try, and that day she had gone without food. The openfair theater, with its wooden benches and sawdust floor, was a primitive structure. During the picture, boys would go through the audience selling 'peanuts and popcorn. Janie had never been disturbed by this before, but then every call of food, every whiff of the heavenly stuff, every satisfied smack reached her with piercing plainness, sending a sharp pain through her stomach. Finally she could stand it no longer, for she felt rather faint. I'm going home, she had whispered to Tim in a strange, empty voice, but he had paid no attention, thinking she was in one of her nasty moods. After a few minutes, Goodbye, bring ,my shoes when you come, she had said in a trance, and got up, dragging Tim with her. When she came to the end of the aisle, some' one's feet got in her way and she fell headlong into the sawdust. It was the first time she had ever fainted. Tim, in a stage whisper heard above the guns of They