Cisco High School - Lobo Yearbook (Cisco, TX)

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-ist f. 'MVA' it A 1 V 1, mi 1 . ,pi it .. M .Y ..1:. M N 1 The V isifor ll' I I T was a beautiful old room. The house was beautiful, too, but the house does not matter. Outside, a cold, winter wind moaned against the windows, and the snow fell softly on the dark world, which shivered beneath its touch. Inside, a fire of logs burned in the wide fireplace. The room was in darkness except for the fire and two candles on a table in the corner of the room. The fire flickered on the wallsg and the woman who was writing at the table in the corner looked at the scene and shivered a little. Her pen scratched across her paper : ll 5. li Q- Diary: I have been thinking ton'ght. 1 have been sitting here at last realizing my age. I am now an old woman. Somehow, this scene reminds me of this verse L6 in Poe 's Raven : The silken sad uncertain rustlng of each purple curtain Thrilled me-filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before- So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating ' 'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door- Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door' 5- This it is and nothing more. Y Silence. The woman looked up from her writing. The room was almost dark. She rose and placed two logs upon the fire. Outside, the wind moaned ! dumbly, and the snow fell softly. She turned toward her desk. Suddenly, there was a thunder of blows upon the door and a voice called out: I say there! Open the door! The 'woman clutched a chair for support and gazed in terror at the darkened I'O0II1. The voice called out again: Open! Open! Or I'll tear the door down! i With a gasp she flung open the door. A man stumbled into the room. He ' v wore an official badge upon his coat. T t'Where did he go, Madam? Where did he go? I heard he came in here about twenty minutes ago! Are you hiding him?,' Her voice was shaking until she could scarcely speak: I-I-! Tell me, what is it? ' The man spoke rapidly: 'tlt's this way, Madam. This man I 'm looking for is about sixty. I heard he came in here about twenty minutes ago. I'm sorry for the intrusion, but I must get my man. One Hundred Forty-three - ne..

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B.-,.... I +1 I skit: jf I What the Study of Literature has Meant to Me Goncluded always have a soothing effect upon me. Likewise well suited to this pensive mood is Wordsworth 's beautiful poem, I wandered lonely as a cloud. One of the most charming poems in the English language is The Eve of St. Agnes , by Keats. These and many other poems are reflective of the quiet, thoughtful mood. At some time in everyone 's life, come moments of sadness. When sadness comes to me, I read Milton 's Il Penseroson, or The Desertved Village . How- ever, 'I feel much more like reading when I am happy, or thoughtful, than when sad. At times, when I feel no particular mood, but sit in a sort of reverie, I choose at random from the great writers of the world. I may choose a satire, such as the The Rape of the Lock , by Pope. However, there is so much worth while, uplifting literature, that I seldom choose satirical writing. I like to read good prose and novels, and from the many novelists, I choose Dickens as one of the most entertaining. But it is foolish to try to pick out a few writers, when there are so many favored ones. The study. of literature has given me a deeper appreciation and a greater desire for the noble and beautiful. Literature that does not do this fails of its purpose. Beautiful poetry gives to my mind a beautiful thought. That beautiful thought remains in my mind, making me a better person and of more value to the world. The poetry of great writers gives me a greater desirelfor the noble, pure, and best of life. This is what the study of literature has meant 'to me. 4 --Bessie Olson., l w 4 . -W , 57' '- ' p gup . I . p 1 I q g 1 , f i I-rii rt-5 - igmi, , , 4 ? ', Q. I L , , ' ,gl J? 5 4 ' 4 .gy Lug ' I I ' BSYCQKTXPII' HAL- l57'b- J '.'. -Hl

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The Visitor Qoncluded A sudden, queer gleam came into the woman's eyes. You are offered a reward for his arrest? Yes, one thousand dollars. ' WV ill you take five hundred more and go? Forget you ever saw him? He her arm. Quick, I'1l do it. b l r She took a small pistol from a drawer in the table. Stand where you are, and I'll get the money. . W She crossed the room and opened the safe. She placed the money in his hands. Go. She held the door open, and he slipped out. ' Outside, the wind moaned dumbly, and the snow fell softly. , The woman turned and faced the darkness of the room. She could hear her heart beat. Philip ! She waited. Philip! She called softly again. Out of a dark corner a figure emerged and took her in his arms. She gazed into the face of her long-lost sweetheart. ' ' Philip ! ' ' she whispered. They sat down onthe couch by the fireplace. His hand held hers. Betty, Betty, my darling! After twenty years! It's been a long time, sweetheart. AI have at last proved myself innocent of the crime they put upon me. That man that came in here--he didn 't know! I received my pardon thisvery morning, Ah! Freedom! Free at last! I slipped in this room about twenty! minutes ago-you weren't here at first. I have been watching you. Tell me is it too late? Have the years broken our beautiful dream? She smiled in the darkness. Philip! I never believed you guilty! My Philip could not steal. No! No! It isn't too late ! . Betty! he whispered again. Philip! she answered softly. The iireiflickered merrily on. A -Elsie Glenn. 5' 'lf -1 f'1' 5 , - .4 J '-oi i. Q- 'W' A '-'-' 'I A., .A , fit, rs 3 ll 4,21 je -li fl 1' i i ff,