Elwood Community High School - Crescent Yearbook (Elwood, IN)

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,, A, Probably the most useful single article in our everyday life is the clock. When someone says the word time, instantly on the screen of your brain appear the hands and face of a clock, the same clock, which, from the humble beginning of a burning candle or a sundial, has developed into the delicate, complicated symbol of accuracy and time which it has become. When someone looks at you inquiringly, raises his eye- brows, and turns back the cuff of his left sleeve, you know without question that he is wondering what time it is. One of the great unsolved mysteries of life is why a clock runs slow when we wish it to run fast and vice versa. No one has ever been able to Egure it out, so I think we should stop wondering and accept the facts. Someone has said, If you see a man who has just looked at his watch and ask him what time it is, he has to look again before he can tell you. He asked the watch, 'How much time have I?' and the watch answered, 'You have ten minutes' At your question, he has further to ask his watch, 'What time is it ?' and it replies, 'Twenty minutes after seven.' ' There are many well-known styles of clocks. There is that sentimental symbol, grandfather's clock, which stopped when grandfather died. 'There is the clock in the murder mystery, which, in a lone beam of moonlight, sounds away the long seconds before midnight so that every tick seems to be a felon's footsteps in the dark. There is also the famous cuckoo clock which taunts you with saucy sayings every fifteen minutes. There is the chime clock on the bank which regulates the life of our business section. We have all whiled away the weary hours before the clock in the station, waiting for a late train. The most lazy and indolent clock in my experience is the one in front of Sidwell's. It cares nothing for the march of time, preferring to stay in one place, smugly satisfied with a perpetual five after eight. Oh, I do not wish to censure it unjustly. There is reason to believe that it gave long years of service and is now retired on a pension. Among the most important is the clock which hangs on the east wall of Sam Aurelius's store. And the school clock is last but not least ffor if the last should ever happen to be least, it would upset one of the most useful phrases man has ever coinedj .

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Sac. The next question is: Whid1 clock? In reality, the aforementioned clock in Aurelius's is the regulator of the school life of all boys and many girls who look at it through the window as they pass, preferring not to trust the small clock on York's north wall. Boys are obligated not to go into the building until Sam's clock says they have but a few minutes. There is a large clock in Mr. Srnith's office, the mechanism of which I cannot fully comprehend. According to rumor, that system of tapes and levers inside the case rings the bells which are the signals to change classes or announce the joyful news that we are free to go home. I do not know that this is a fact, but it seems reasonable. This clodc we cannot see, but we know of its constant presence, for it sends its spirit in the form of bells. Another familiar clock is on the north wall of the office anteroom. This clock stares down at the mischievous boy who has been sent from the classroom, or counts into the past the time we spend waiting for tickets to the Senior play. Personally, I never could see why this clock was necessary. None of us want to go up there to get the time, for exactly nine strides to the north, and down seven steps, we can get a view of another clock which seems to have every whit of the honesty and integrity of the clock in the office. The only defect I can detect in this clock is that it is worrying about something. I think it is wondering what we will do when time tires of marching and lies down in the shadeg consequently, it is nervous from the strain. Surely you have noticed how its hands jerk and flutter. Although I have exhorted and reasoned with it about the folly of worry, it continues to lose sleep over its troubles, and we see the result. It gets up every morning with nerves like the well-known jumpy cat. I think the clock does not control us as much as we are led to believe. lt is what we might call an indicator. A timepiece is really a source of special knowledge and advice -good advice often offered, but seldom taken. But why do we foolishly waste our time prating on the value of the clock? Instead, we should be doing something useful, for Time Marches On! --Dean Shankland