Buxton School - Yearbook (Williamstown, MA)

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Diana Hitt Vija Peterson

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HE old house stood still as the darkness began to slip away. The big oaks that surrounded the house did not move their weary limbs. The tall grass did' not sway. The mountains smiled but their music could not be heard, because it was muffled by a heavy mist, a mist that was creeping its way over the fields and toward the house. The door opened, and a small child stepped out in night clothes, with a warm jacket wrapped tightly about him. He stood there for a moment and watched the mist crawl slowly towards him, his dreamy eyes watching it with wonderment. He looked to the sky and saw a small speck of daylight breaking forth. He quickly put on his shoes that were clutched in his strong little hand and raced out into the fields, then up the hill. And as if out of nowhere, a slight breeze stirred the tall blades of grass. Faster, faster, faster, it said, as it whispered softly past the boy. A puzzled expression grew Hearing no answer, he went on. When he was almost to the top of the hill, he looked up and there he saw the sun rising over the top. He stopped and looked for a long time at the burning ball of fire. He seemed to hear it laugh, laugh right out loud at him. He put his hands over his ears and closed his eyes, but still he heard it. It was becoming louder. Tears were running down his high cheek- bones and over his thin lips. Opening his watery brown eyes, he found he could not see the sun, for it was hidden by the mist, but he could hear, he could hear that infernal laughter. He put his hands to his forehead and his small fingers wove through his dirty blonde hair. A large hand rested on his shoulder. He looked up, then bowed his head and mumbled. The sun beat me. For the first time it won. It reached the top of the hill before I had a chance. Then it laughed at me and laughed and laughed. He looked over his face. up at his father and said, It beat me. I-Iow can I go any faster when I am going as fast as I can now? HE door swings open, in we file Pensive and moody, without a smile. The faculty sits in -the judgement seat, What are the punishments we must mete To hear the wrongs the faculty found. The meeting is closed and Wim begins To state the Cmanyj students' sins. Some unknown and pernicious child Has written, f'Wim just drives me wild. And more, and worse, upon a board. Poor Wim's heart has been quite gored By such harsh words and unkind thoughts. This uncouth action must be fought. The precedent's the thing, he said. Think of the harm that might be bred. The talk goes round and round and round, The naughty culprit can't be found. The Student Council , they exclaim, They should find the one to blame. Next case comes up, it seems that Mable Has scratched her name upon a table. She's too neurotic, Mrs. Sangster says, ON FACULTY MEETINGS To punish in the common ways. Think of her dreadful broken home, Think of her sister killed in Nome, Think of her dog and his itchy fleas, And all of her little neuroses. Koch makes his longest speeches on Perhaps she doesn't feel in accord With all her friends, and only wrecks, Because of her inferiority complex. The students rise to the occasion And give to Koch a big ovation For his remarkable astuteness. Now with her remarkable acuteness Anne says, I make a motion that The Student Council have a chat Again with her and if that fails We all know what the deed entails, record, THE WOODPILEV' and a dreadful hush Comes at the thought of chopping brush. It seems that all do not agree. Bill says, I think perhaps that three Logs might be chopped to give the air 34 Lil Blot Of making everything quite fair. The amended motions duly passed The problems follow, thick and fast. Poor Mrs. Seymour lists her woe Which every meeting seems to grow. Some one's been in the pantry again, Broken the window in by main Force and stolen all the cheese And ice cream too from the deep freeze The culprits must be found and punished Or else in the future we'll be famished Angelic expressions all appear Mingled with suppressed fear Upon the Student Council's faces. All these ordinary cases For the strangely worried members. No one knows, or even remembers Who could have done this dreadful thing At last the bell is heard to ring, The motion rises to depart, Which people do with a light heart. Gzlhan

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