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

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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

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THE 1949 Sxnvan SANDS you'd be a mighty smart lass 3 that you'd be, believe me. With that he stomped heavily and began walking back and forth again. He continued, But before we're through with you, you'll believe in us all right. Before they're through with me, I said to myself, but what did they in- tend doing to me, these atrocious little men who were running loose on our parlor floor, sliding down the ban- nister, and swinging from the chan- delier? They began to advance slowly and I noticed a vicious gleam in their little pixie eyes. Instantly, before I could blink a shivering eyelash, they were on me. A hundred feet began kicking me while another hundred started a fierce shaking campaign. I tried to scream for help, but my voice failed me. Determined to save myself, I blindly reached for the little fellow busily engaged in hammering my shoulder. I squeezed him in my bare hands when suddenly a voice said, Darling, stop thatg wake up l For the first time I looked up to see what I had in my hand. Why, it wasn't a pixie at all. It was a hand, a human hand, in fact it was my mother's hand. Had she turned against me, too? Had she joined forces with the little men? VVhere are theyg where did those horrible little things go ? I said as I got up from the chair and searched beneath the sofa and rugs. Not a single one was in sight. Mother watched me with an amused light in her eyes and said, just who or what do you expect to find under the rug? Believe me, dear, you're merely suf- fering from some nasty dream. Now hurry yourself up to bed, it's getting late and you have to be up early to- morrow. Mother said it was just a dream. A dream, why of course, that's what it was all the while, just a dream. How silly to think it was real. A sigh of relief escaped my lips and I began to laugh. But as I stooped to pick up my slippers, I found lying beside them the tiniest red feather you ever saw. As I lifted it up I wondered, and perhaps always shall, had it been a dream, after all? Now It Is Spring Continued from Page 9 a masculine voice call her name, she said aloud, jack's such a darling. I knew he would see the light if he only gave himself half a chance. And now I love him more than ever. As she started for the landing she murmured, O, I'm so happy I could purr. And without further ado Mrs. John Rich- ards descended the stairs to greet her husband.