Evening High School - Owl Yearbook (Reading, PA)

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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.

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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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THE OWL . 91 A STARTLING EXPERIENCE Marguerite L. Ullrich It is a habit of mine, and I have often found it relieving, when I am worried with problems, to go out alone in the darkness and ponder over them. On one of these occasions I was wandering slowly and aimlessly about, and aftersome time, found to my surprise that I had unconsciously gone toward our sum- mer cabin. I was cold, and the idea of going inside and making a fire in our huge Ereplace, before which I could sit, while I could go on with my thoughts, was intriguing. to me. Of course, I remembered that I was told not to come' out here alone at night, since there were no other houses near by, nor was there any immediate way of communicating with anyone. Even while these warnings still repeated themselves in my 'mind, I reached for my key and unlocked the door. Did I hear a sound? It seemed there was one, neverthe- less, I believed it to be only my imagination. I closed the door behind me thinking that I had reason enough to have a guilty conscience. I tiptoed toward the switch in order to turn on the light, and in the stillness there was a dull click, which sounded exactly like the sound of a re- volver would make when the trigger has been pulled, but the bullet has slipped out of place and it does not go off. I wanted to rush quickly to the switch, but realized that I 'Would make a much more difficult target in the darkness than in a lighted room. I stood very still, lis- tening, and wondering what might be lurking in that terrible darkness. I waited, but nothing happened. After a While I knew that I must end this suspense. I found the courage to go to the switch and turn on the light. I looked about me, dreading what might happen, but there was nothing to be found. I Walked into the other room, but there was no one there. As I turned back I happened to glance into a corner of the room and there I saw a mouse. struggling to get out of the trap in which it was caught.