Freeport High School - Clarion Yearbook (Freeport, ME)

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THE CLARION As they arose from the table, Mrs. Fair snuffed the candles on the dining table and Diana whimsically remarked that it al- ways seemed to her that snuffing candles was like sudden death, a life snuffed out without warning licfore its usefulness was over. Oh! don't say such things, Di,,' her mother exclaimed. Whateve1' 'put such a thought into your head ? I don't know, Mother, I just happened to think of it. Guess I feel blue-leaving you and Dad, and everything. Go out on the PO1'Cll, Tony, and I'll join you presently. Di, after gettinga light wrap, joined Tony on the porch where they watched the full moon rise through the lacy foliage of the locust trees lining tl1e drive-way to the house. Tony, old thing, I s'pose I'll see that same old moon rise many times in the coming four years, but it won't he our moon. -Goodness! Here I am, getting sentimental and sad on our last night together for ages V' Ages is right! Now if you were a boy, you could come along to school with me I Yes, but if you WG1'G a girl, you could como abroad and study with me. -So there l 'WVell, let's not fight. Maybe I'll cop an airplane and cross the ocean to visit you if you're good and write oftenf' Oh, that would be nice of you! I'd feel so flattered I My hero risking his young life to visit the lady of his dreams! Really, Tony, you're quite exasperating at timesf' she said a- loud and under her breath added, hut quite adorable all the same. Since your train goes tirst, Di, l'll have the privilege of see- ing the lady of my dreams on her way.-By the way, what shall we do tonight ? Let's take a spin and then go over and say good-bye to Jack and Pam. Good! Come on. , 26

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Ll 'l'ElB11lif.l perfect health of her well developed body. Sprawled full length at her feet lay her partner of the tennis game, Anthony McRae. Tony's full length measured on the lawn a good tive feet ten. The l.l1'lglltSl1lll111Gl' sun brought out well the contrast between his light eurly hair and Dianzfs dark hair. Tony was nineteen, a brilliant scholar and, better than that, was blessed with that gift of the gods, personal magnetism. The homes of these two had always been side by side, as had Di. and Tony until now they were graduated from high school. They had had much in common : They were each star athletes and had won honors for their school and for themselves in that field. They were in the same. social set whe1'e each was pop- ular. -But why go on? They we1'e, after all, merely normal happy youth, youth as it should be. After three ties, Tony McRae, you should admit that I'1n as good at tennis as you are. Q I:Iaven't I admitted it a hundred times, Di,-to myself? laughed her companion. Well, I have to dress for dinner. -AIHLISG, yourself during my absence. A On the following day Tony, having passed his entrance ex- ams for West Point, was to leave forthe military school. Di- ana was to sail for Europe to spend four years studying in Paris and Vienna. After the four years were gone-well, let the future take care of itself. Di nuer was a cozy informal affair with Tony as the only guest. Much of the talk was of the plans for the coming four years, so full of bright prospects for the young people. Indeed every- thing seemed so perfect that Mrs. Fairis heart misgave her lest some trouble might mar such carefree happiness. Their very gaiety, however, caused her to quickly dismiss such thoughts, and to laugh at her forebodings. 25

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LITERARY Mother, called Diana to the dim figure in the hall, we're going over to lVcstland to say good-hye to Jack and Pam. See you later, and they were off in Tony's father's sedan. Wish you'd brought the roadster instead, Tony. About ten o'cloek the telephone at Fairis rang. Mr. Fair answered it. Miz Fair? Yes, 73 'Tin sorry to tell you that your daughter and Anthony McRae went over the Boulevard Bridge. Unable to escape from the se- dan, they were drowned, eanie over the wire in a crisp, author- itative voice. Snuffed candles --their light gone out just on the threshold of their lives. In after years Mrs. Fair often recalled Di's re- mark on that fateful evening, and with aching heart, but stead- fast faith, turned to I'Ill11 who doeth all things xvellf' Donorur Tnonlrsobr '30 AM BITION Ambition has a road to pave, To where a shining goal exists. We carry our llag, on high to wave, As on we inarcli through dark and mists. We must not let our courage quail, All iirni, and staunch we must remain. ln work and duty, must not fail, Must see ambition does not wane. llut if in striving for llie lofty place, At lirst we do not quite succeed, We must not then give up the race, For we may yet he i11 the lead. CHIIISTINIC .PRITIIAM '31 27 '