Columbus School for Girls - Topknot Yearbook (Columbus, OH)

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COLUMBUS SCHOOL for GIRLS FROM DAVVN TO DAWN TDAWN HE dark of night turns to sapphire blue. Slowly shafts of the softest colors appear in the form of a giant prism in the eastern sky. All of the cool green earth, refreshed by a period of deep silence and sleep, is breathless in expectant ecstasy. A flame shadows the horizon. The sapphire blue shades lighten to a more liquid color, soft yet exotic because of lingering, crimson edged clouds. For a moment the whole seems merged into a shimmering mirage, the soul of beauty in color. Waiting, Waiting! A vibrant red disk ascends the sky. The promise has been fulfilled . . . NOON The delicate fabric that was dawning sunlight molds itself into a burning ball of brilliance. No fragile Web of moisture now rests onthe soft greens and blues of early morning. Every color that once so bravely Haunted its glory unites into molten gold. The god of the heavens is relentless, nothing stirs on the earth as the merciless rays of the once gentle sun beat unsparingly on lake and hill, man and beast. The searing swords of sun rays Whip the clouds into oblivion, and all that lives wilts to submission. Parched, drained of motion and color, the day is wreathed in a fiery golden mist. It gathers its forces imperceptibly, and crouches, waiting. SUNSET Day rouses from its lethargy for one final moment of glory before it sinks into the depths of night. The western sky, painted a pure young gold by the artist, Sun, disregarding the surrounding calmness of the grey clouds, deepens into violet. Then, discarding the rosy violet, the sky flings before the astonished World a banner of indescribable youth and gaiety. It is the essence of sunset. This magic effect is short-lived for the sun draws every color into a fast fading radiance. Some clouds send their hues to tint the eastern and southern skies, or perhaps drop to change the ocean into a mirror of velvet rose. As calm greyness slowly descends over all, one cloud of flame flaunts itself before the darkening World. Then silver mist permeates the Whole. The day ends. l20l

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TOP-KNOT, 1930 Everyone started clapping his hands and stamping his feet in time to the music, they yelled at her and the place was soon in a riot. From where she sat watching this dancing joan knew that she herself was able to do better than that little 'fbrown-skinned beauty. And as abruptly as that girl had begun dancing, so Joan jumped up and began. Tom was her sole audience for a few minutes till someone else noticed her, then that person pointed out the new attraction and gradually all were seeing only Joan. But while watching Joan, no one stamped or clapped, for here was true beauty in artistic dancing. Joan was lost to everybody and everything except the music to which she danced. She did not see Tom sitting stupefied at their table, nor did she notice the people around her, or her rival who had stopped her own dancing to swagger over and gaze idly at -Ioan's nimble feet. All looked in wonder at her slim, agile figure swaying so gracefully to the music. Here was something exceedingly lovely, and there is something wonderful in the fact that all those people were able to feel and recognize the beautiful and distinguish it from the common. They stood in awe, touched as they never had been before. The music stopped with a crash, leaving Joan poised in the middle of the Hoor, dazed. Slowly she realized everything and slowly she walked over to Tom, who rose to congratulate her. But before he could say a word joan said, I want to go home now, Tom. The people stood in a circle about them and stared at Joan while she and Tom got ready to leave. The crowd fell away to let them through, but before they could get out the door three couples entered. Not only was it evident from their dress that these couples didn't belong among this class of people, for the girls were dressed in very smart evening clothes and the boys in their tuxes, but they also had that air of being well bred. VVhen these couples got inside they stopped to look around the place and so saw Joan and Tom just leaving. 'fVVhy, joan! Tom! But Joan did not hear the surprised cry of her younger sister, who was slumming too. ANN TIMBERMAN, 1931 U94

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TOP-KNOT,1930 MIDNIGHT The night, painted silver by the strange soft glow of the moon breathes shadowy syllables meaning nothing and everything. The veil separating the- finite from the inlinite is gossamer, woven faintly by the spell and mystery of it all. The wind in the trees murmurs, crooning to the cool white stars almost touching the earth in their nearness. The moon passes behind a cloud. The dark draws more closely about the earth as though to whisper of a soul about to be born, a soul belonging to the moon - to be born on a ray of moonlight. There is silence there, a silence born of great sorrow and great joy. The moon, the stars, the night are eternity. 7 MARY HADLEY LEWIS, 1930 HARRIET ATWELL, 1930 PAGAN His mind from this life wandered far, His soul craved to be freeg His guiding light a heathen star That others could not see. He stood apart, and quite alone, As on another planeg He scorned the ties conventions make, Staid, commonplace, and sane. They often said that he was mad, That passive, earthbound raceg They couldn't see the light of dreams Was shining in his face. He lived among them all his days, A dreamer among foolsg He stood out like a tongue of flame That burns and never cools. GRACE POSTON, 1930 1211