Catholic High School For Girls - Silver Sands Yearbook (Philadelphia, PA)

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1- e far e - ff n it 35 'I V . ' W - ijt . 6 0' P l P I , 5 . 1 I 'fl u' I ' W, , , Y A - .. UV- - u , J rg.. ,.: ,, I + V K M. By Loretta Zalowska, '49 Q., ., , ' 1' f' , fr. ' ' - . V-6 X .Lt r v i ,Q ggi , p s- -14 -Q ,Q UTSIDE the storm raged :': :e - : .. -.9 ' ' ' . 'KF'-3 .I 'fl-1 .I 'V iff . .wif 1:3 1-J . . - ig. 4-pi. on and I, as was expected 1. I I ' on a night like this, sat curled jig ' up in a chair next to the fire- -w --nr .,.ff '-41,11 - ffQ..B,.'Q55, place. The house was all quiet 'gif '5 7'-,1.,1?+ ' -f' gy gff 1' io, now, save for the howling i 5 ra -'lat . ,.'.':' G61 . . . . ,J f - igphg'-.. ga1,,..52, wind outside and the crackling I ' - ' TJ-.-1'-' v - 4- W-1'5 ' ' -- f fa '.'f,-','T .' Tiff -. . . . . , -- '- - ' -1.,g .t33fQQ'5 ' MgEf,:,' log mslde. I gazed lazily mto .ali '-E3i? ... . 1' 3194- ' the fire and unconsciously my .E-if--i . - , ,A k zygcggrfgjf-.3 x,,:3g?.E?': , d . f h 55- ,A sp by ,-.ENPQQ lip curve in a sort o a E QM A ,.g13fg?5i, smile. I was thinking of the Fri: e' V .1 -i .ffsela 4 'gfjyf ' ' gi riff A lg'-5'-gag., ' story Grandfather had told me 44: I ', 11.1:-M111-'1 - wi L. . . zqqfj , 2'-qi ,, .,gg,73:.f.,5F-ggi jf earlier that evening, a story of ' the leprechauns and wee folk, -Ji. 's 2 H ' 'A-fQ5.'1i--M ' - - - - :Qu -ue , f,'.m'4ffl l the fames. Could you imagme . .- 'ffzzyae as er-:Q .r -q-1 -1 . . . Q4 4 .EI-gig, . anyone actually believing m i'f4!G1f-Y?-Wife' - . .fs f ' ' ' th' d d P ,AkF,:5i,1 , ',n,,ag?,s3 .Eiga airies in IS ay an age. V- .- ,-4 .us , i , , g, m-.q, 5.1.1, . 1-f'-j. ,Q .. . -11.1- -1'ei3,,53,pij,- 511gfa'3q ,4 F1+i,ggt'f?,Z9 o g? ,jf-3 But then that's Grandfather, 12... .Ugg I '- ff: 1'-alfgz , .-nf - -n::f'?5? M 3 J4. U . and he's such an old dear, you ,. A e -5-.e 11f 4: tr - . . 'Riagg lf, , p. ':1zg3si:rg,g5-1,,.AEf:,,,,-f simply humor him by agreeing 1 , 'th ll h 11 r I 1' 4 - . ' , ' ' A' wi a e as o say. Eff. 5 I ,Jgf +EY'. ,, . stretched my legs out before . ok -MK, W gg.-5. I 595 36 -f '-.33 ki, me, leaned my head against l P- - ' the soft cushion, and non- 17 in . T A. -1 -, I -5 5, . . . '. ,, A f - chalantly kicked the pink slip- , g, . ' pers ot? my feet. No sooner had I done this - .x M when queer little sounds began , , . , ly . i V Q .3 h Q G ,W to emerge from somewhere. , f ty If 1,,sQ !5.fi4V 1 1, 1 -1 ' i s 1. . 5 iiletss.. - e . ,LA 9 v It ' LH 5 .libs , 'f . 5' ' . fag .ww I 25. 'Q i : Q X , . J.. ,. L , -' ' - 45 . -...QTLKV 4l,. 4! Y i. - --V , i .X . , ,,-- ,, A .p - ki . , -t ' - . -.e 5144- . ,Gr . 4 ,, , reg.. P 6 L, .31 ,1 MIIB... ,lt . I ,t , Qlyuw ' ' . .fir-.. fu'ze: . , wi. 'EV 'I.,...r fig- , ' , HW. .am-. ,. .. ,. . -tal V B, -V ,4 jf ' .. mf A -fs :- wz- . , y'3.-fig. -at-1.1 Yi' ' FM: .fe 'Ill '. r Ig! '24 9' 1 't ' . : , ' 1 f xw A N Q' :V '. I I ' L 'ti-. - .li '. ii' ' 0 Sf-if gg i ar ,fit I Y ,,. ., l X 'l!i. t E 'tv I nuff... .s - s sg . .. . ., 'asa-. Y lf

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of dirty, straggly animals-yes, dogs at last, who seemed to be running away from a huge man with an over- sized net. Hurry! Hurry, or he'll catch you, one of them called to him 5 Skippy just stood staring at them. Why should he catch me? I haven't done anything ! If you don't want the dog-catcher to get you, you'd better run, barked another of the pack. At these words, light dawned for Skippyg he joined the others. But- too late! Suddenly the net was around him. He was finished-this was the end of his adventure. He was dumped into the truck which was already filled with howling, barking dogs, and driven to the pound. There they looked on his col- lar for something until Skippy, be- coming annoyed tried to bite the hand nearest his mouth. At this he was ignominiously pushed into a little cage and left to worry about his fate. The hours passed slowly. What 'A' Poor little dolly, Lonely and old, Once you were lovely With hah' of gold. You were my joy, When I was ten. How far apart We ue grown since then! THE 1949 SILVER Szmns price adventure ! mused Skippy. I could be at home chewing my favorite rubber ball or working on a bone. Speaking of bones-What do they in- tend doing with me ? Terror chilled his blood. His too long ears twitched convulsively. Tears gathered in his once bright eyes. A low whine came from the depths of his doggish heart. He was a picture of unendurable misery. Without warning, the sound of foot- steps iilled the corridor, but they were familiar footsteps! They were Penny's! Oh Penny, Penny. How glad I am to see you I welcomed the happy puppy with a series of sharp barks as he jumped up and down for sheer joy. Almost before he knew it, he found himself safely in her arms being comforted and covered with kisses, while his mistress asked, Skippy, why did you run away? Don't you love us anymore? Promise you won't do it again. The tail of a tired puppy joyfully wagged assent. 'A' 'A' Come, I'll dress you All in blue, As long ago I used to do. A birthday present You will be, Sent with love To a niece of three. PATRICIA MCGUIRK, 'Sl

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Illustrated by Mario Kerwlck, '50 Hfithout making the slightest move I cocked my ears to listen more attentively. The eerie sounds became more audible and excitedly I said, Voices ! My heart leaped clear up to my throat when I realized the fact that someone else was in the room with me. I jumped from my chair and before I could realize what had happened, I was flat on my back. Someone had bound my feet together. From my reclining posture I cautiously looked about. Horrors! Surrounding me on either side were tiny men, hundreds of weird looking men with beards. I blinked my eyes two or three times. Were they deceiving me? Was I mad or on the verge of a nervous breakdown? As these thoughts went through my mind, I became aware of a funny feeling on my foot. I lifted my head as far as I could, my eyes roamed till they Hnally rested on the tip of my toes. Perched on top with knees crossed was the most monstrous little creature you ever saw. He wore a little cap with a feather that bobbed up and down, a green velvet suit, and shoes that curled up. He stroked a fuzzy, red little beard that reached down to his knees. He slid down my toes and walked up my leg till he reached my chest. Here he stopped and stomping a little stubby foot and pointing a tiny wrinkled finger at me proceeded to say in a screechy mouselike voice, Ay, and you're the lass who doesn't believe in the wee folk, are you now? Boshl An insult to us fairies that is. just who, lassie dear, do you think puts the dew on the flowers in the morning, paints the leaves in the autumn and sketches your windows when the North NVind begins to blow ?- I suppose now you'll be telling me you human beings do it. XVhy if you had only half the brain of your grandfather