Evening High School - Owl Yearbook (Reading, PA)

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THE OWL 89 'A 'L ' K DETERMINATION Grace Boyer I'll do it if it's the last thing I ever do, he said, as he crushed a cigarette in the ash tray. He rose, slipped on his coat, pulled a battered slouch hat deep on his fore- head, and stormed out of the house. He was a young man of some twenty-four years, un- employed, and his attractive features were hardened with lines that bespoke of utter disillusionment that brinked on the verge of despair. He was fed up with every- thing. As he slouched along the dimly-lighted streets, think- ing of nothing in particular, he was startled by a sudden, Hey, fella! Where 'ya headin? from a seedy-looking youth, the pool-room type, or street-corner lounger. None of your businessf' ,was the dissatisfied re- joinder. Aw, gee ! whined the seedy one, that's no way to talk ter a pal. Listen here, the young man grated, I have some business to do tonight, and I'm doing it alone, see? And, so saying, he strode onward, leaving his erstwhile ac- quaintance staring at him in wide-eyed amazement. De guy's crazy , he mused. As the young man neared his destination, he sensed a vague feeling of uneasiness which seemed to produce a leaden lump in the depths of his stomach. He gazed ap- prehensively at the immense building and swallowed hard. Gosh! I hope I can go through with it, he soliloquized. It's tonight or never ,H He ascended the stairs, entered a brightly-lighted ves- tibule, and Went on into the lobby, which, to him, seemed to be alive with millions of people scurrying hither and yon. Stopping one of them he inquired as to the where- abouts of the office. Following the directions given him, he found the oflice and entered. The office, too, seemed to teem with

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88 THE OWL as he naively put it. So off he went, instead, to Clem- men's Hill. Upon arriving at that place, which was well hidden from the sight of school, he made several trial trips down the hill. But the sun had already gone to work before he had arrived, and the street showed through at places. After a few more trips George began to realize this was not so much fun, sledding alone and having a rutchie all to himself. By two oiclock he was thouroughly tired of it. By three o'clock, the snow melted, and very lonely, George was found waiting along Main Street, for Willie would come home that way. Maybe he could persuade Willy to change his mind about Wanting the airplane kit. The first to come along from school was Betty. Upon seeing George she said, George, it's just too bad you weren't in school this afternoon. This is Washington's birthday, you know. Yeah, said George, what do I care whose birthday it is? 'iWhy, didn't you know teacher is having a party? asked Betty. We had no lessons all afternoon, just games, and ice cream, and cake, and candy. George did not wait for Willy. It was aisorrowful boy who slowly made his way homeward as before his eyes danced visions of lost ice cream, cake, and candy. alle

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90 Tl-IE OWL humanity. He saw a well dressed woman seated at a desk and he moved toward her. What can I do for you, sir? she asked in a pleasant voice. The young man wet his lips, lowered his eyes, and swallowed twice. Then thrusting his chin forward, almost pugnaciously, he said, l'd like to sign up for Evening High classes. LOVE E. Brilton Love is a star in flight, iiaming across the sky, Filling the midnight heavens with its fiery flow. Love is a far off melody sounding in our ears, Tuning our wayward hearts to the music of the spheres, Love is a golden sunrise flooding the mountain peaks, Robing in aureate splendor the fields below. Love is a flower unfolding, love is the budding trees, lt's the song of Spring's awakening, borne upon the breeze. lt's the sighing of windswept grasses beside a non- drenched stream In whose rippling waters nightly the white stars gleam. lt's the beauty of stormswept heavens, the thunder's rumbling roar. Jagged streaks of lightning leaping 'cross heaven's floor. lt's the restless ocean beating against its ancient foe, Now conquering, now retreating, falling in bafHed anger against the rocks below. Love is beauty eternal engraved upon my heart.