Columbus Academy - Caravel Yearbook (Gahanna, OH)

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N' I X' lf' 7' F L' 'Y 7' ll l lf 7' J' 9 I Y Q, 1 4 1 1 i ' GEORGE WASHINGTON WINGER Fuzzy, as he is lcnown +o mos? of his friends, came lo The Academy IZ years ago, and wifh lhe exceplion ol freshman year which he spenl ar fhe Universily School, he has been wirh us ever since. Fuzzy in his lasi 'rwo years af 'rhe Academy has proven himself 'ro be very capable in sporfs. In his junior year he was a 'rhree leH'er man, winning leffers in loolball, baslcelball and baseball. ln his senior year he was hampered by an iniury in loofball which cosf him his lefler. l-le made lhis up by winning a le+'rer in baslcelball and by becoming No. l man on ihe lennis squad. which he elecfed 'ro play insiead of baseball. Sporfs were by no means his only acliviiies. l-le was an average scholar in which he confinued lo show improvement fhereby winning a gainer prize in his senior year l-le has been also a member of fhe Press Club and Srudenf Council during bofh his junior and senior years. Besides fhese acliviiies, Fuzzy was possessed of a characler 'rhaf made him friends wifh praclically everyone he came in conlacf wiih. Wi+h ihese iraifs and his admirable characler we feel sure fha? he will be successful in any college in which he chooses 'ro enler. PAGE TWENTY-NINE

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T H E C .1 li J T' E L ROBERT L. SPILLMAN One and one-half years ago Roberl' Spillman enTered The Academy and has since proven himself To be one of The hardesT working boys in The class. Bob came To us Trom SouTh l-liqh in order To prepare himself Tor enTrance To WesT PoinT. l-le has, in his shorT sTay aT our school, improved his scholasTic sTanding remarkably, and his hard working, honesT, and iovial characTer has won him The esTeem QT boTh The rnasTers and his classmaTes. RecenTly he was awarded a gainer prize and cerTainly deserved The honor. General, The nickname his WesT PoinT aspiraTions have earned him, has noT as yeT been able To accomplish very much in The 'Field of sporTs, buT his willingness To Try has been noTed by The coaches. Bob plans To be back nexT year as a posT graduaTe and will probably do beTTer Then. ln The Tield of exTra-curricular acTiviTies Bob has been a member of The Glee Club and has shown his willingness To aid in any venTure underTaken by his classmaTes. Bob enTered The Academy To prepare himself Tor WesT PoinT, and in The opinion of his masTers he is qualified To enTer. We are cerTain ThaT, iT The General geTs his appoinTmenT, he will prove To be an ouTsTanding cadeT. PAGE TWENTY-El GHT

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T H E C' .el R .17 T E L PARIS AWAKES Prize Essay Submitted to the CARAVEL by a Member of the Sixth, Form The slaTe-colored sky is TinTed wiTh The purple sTreaks OT dawn. Cars raTTle down The sTreeTs. Shadows lurk in every doorway or recess. Here and There windows are opened. A big Tumbering milk-wagon claTTers along. lTs Tour powerTul horses send sparks Tlying beneaTh Their TeeT. The clink oT The milk-cans iosTling one anoTher in Tinny complainTs Tills The sTill aTmosphere. The milk- man delighTs in The caress oi The early morning breeze on his Tace. A Tew human scavengers shuTTle down The sTreeTs, wiTh a poTaTo-bag slung on Their backs. They pick up cigareTTe-sTubs, papers, rags. They poke inTo and pillage The garbage cans. and disappear wiTh The shadows ThaT broughT Them ouT. The sky is increasingly shoT wiTh red ThaT casTs iTs bloody reTlecTion on The dormanT waTers oT The Seine and brings To liTe The rose-window oT NoTre-Dame. A greaT ciTy is beginning To quicken inTo IiTe. Doors are opened, The odor oT hoT bread, coming Trom The baker's cellar, TempTs The appeTiTe oT The occasional passer-by, who, looking down Through The liTTle window, caTches TugiTive glimpses oT The Tloury Torso oT a sTrongly-builT man, Thrown inTo sharp conTrasT againsT The Tlames emanaTing Trom The brick hre-box. Grocers and TruiT-merchanTs begin To arrange Their wares enTicingly. CaTe owners arrange Their miniaTure palm Trees. A Tew housewives hurry wiTh Their milk-pails To The nearesT dairy- shop. As The breeze chases away The lasT shred oT Their dreams, school boys run across The sTreeTs To buy The warm elongaTed loaves oT bread so dear To The French hearT. Men inhale The reTresh- ing aTmosphere. Peace and smiles reign on The Taces oT all Those whom wanT does noT pursue. Girls comb wiTh Their Tingers The rebellious cascades oT Their wind-blown hair. The wan sTreeT- liqhTs Tollow The ghosTly moon inTo iTs daily exile, which iT eTTecTs as iT luridly peers Through TranslucenT clouds. The river-Tog, slowly rising, halT-veils The awakening ciTy, The Tar-disTanT rumbling oT many carTs, reaching The ear, seems a parT oT The groans and yawns oT Paris. Occa- sional Tigures, headed in The same direcTion, proiecT Their long shadows againsT The dark houses. Shabbily dressed. They seem To scrape The walls as They hurry Towards The greaT markeTs. A sTore-lighT inTermiTTenTly Throws inTo relief Their bushy eyebrows below which peer unerring eyes. Their Taces breaThe hunger and misery. They bask in The sun along The banks oT The Seine mosT oT The day. AT nighT Their army Throws iTs legions ouT over Paris and wanders in guesT oT reTuse Treasure-Trove unTil abouT Tour in The morning, when These modern soldiers oT TorTune slink Towards The greaT CenTral MarkeTs like TurTive beasTs. AT The huge T-lalles They are able To earn a Tew sous, and secure spoiled TruiTs Tor Their daily raTion. WhaT Tragedies oT inexorable circumsTances are oTTen hidden under Those TaTTered rags! Down along The guais. ribbons oT smoke begin To emanaTe Trom The chugging Tug-boaTs. The dusTy gray sky now spreads over The meTropolis, vanquishing The purples and The reds. The dark Torms oT a Tew policemen painT Themselves againsT The blur oT approaching day, All sTreeT- lighTs are ouT, and The policemen, aTTer walking all nighT in quesT oT any suspicious Torm, go Towards Their precincT sTaTions. Their Taces are weary, buT inTenT upon The relileT and resT They are soon To enjoy. AT lasT The brighT sun, breaking Through, sends iTs beaming rays as a message oT hope To all. Small columns oT smoke arise Trorn innumerable chimney-poTs. LaughTer and shouTs ring ouT. Like huge sea-serpenTs The sTrings oT barges undulaTe down The Seine, Toilowing iTs TwisTs and Turns. Water Tlows Trom The waTer-plugs, clearing all in iTs paTh as iT rushes, now crysTal-clear, Towards The huge iron mouThs open To receive iT aT The sTreeT corners. The dirn shapes oT The PanTheon and oT The EiTTel Tower Take on Trom minuTe To minuTe more disTincT conTours. The greaT meTropolis, shaded by iTs beauTiTul chesTnuT Trees, all in bloom, opens iTs eyes. TParis sTreTches, iTs hearT-beaT quickens. lT is awake. IT lives. JEAN JACQUES DEMOREST PAGE THIRTY