Germantown High School - Record Yearbook (Philadelphia, PA)

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'THB HARVEST MOON ANNA MAE MYERS HE golden moon of late August gazed with a mellow countenance upon a vista unfolding beneath his shining glance. In the limpid flowing beams, the scene had almost the bril- liance of daylight. Leaves which were red and chestnut hued, appeared as if heavy with yellow metal and rustled in the fitful rousings of the wind. Soon there would be no golden leaves to dance in the soothing breeze, but the wind from the Canadas would produce mournful wailings in the bare forest. A shallow brook gurgled at the feet of the two who had come to this lovely, lonely place to be together. These two were Puritan lovers, betrothed to each other, and to be married before the following Spring duly arrived. With the bursting of the first buds of this fairy season, Captain Miles Standish, beloved protector and defender of the little band of brave hearts at Plymouth, was to read the vows that would bind Iohn Quarles and Faith Winthrop for- ever. Iohn Quarles was one of Captain Standish's trusted soldiers and co-de- fender of the small fort against the numerous assaults of the dreaded Shaw- anese and their murderous cunning. There was an anxious look in the face of this tall upright youth. Care had made its mark on the countenances of all the colonists. Now he gazed lovingly at his betrothed as he spoke, Verily, Faith, am I hopeful that the Shawanese have accepted the treaty with its liberal terms and that we will have little trouble, if any. One cannot be certain, Iohn, since thou knowest how cunning the red men are, although their lack of powder and fire arms may discourage them in their cruelty. Faith spoke in a brave, tired tone. Then, as an after-thought, Hast yet received thy commission from Captain Standish, Ionn? The young man nodded his head in assent and answered, That is the reason wlry I wished to speak with thee, Faith, I have received it and start the day following the Sabbath to relieve those others . . . I am to plan for the safety of our chief base of supplies. There be few who know the location of this place. My child, I may not see thee alone for several months and I want the most of the remaining time with thee. The soldier clasped the Puritan maiden to his heart and neither of them heard a very faint rustling which was not caused by the Autumn breeze nor saw another sight which the yellow moon revealed. An Indian scout resplendent in war paint withdrew from his crouched attitude and noiselessly glided through the thick forest after he had heard the intelligence which had passed between Iohn Quarles and Faith Winthrop. The day which remained before John Quarles left on his mission, dawned with clear skies and a smiling sun. Leaving the group of Puritan maidens with whom she had been conversing in a serious mood which befitted the Sabbath day, Faith joined her aged father. With demure step, she led him to the fort which, in these times of strife and con- tinual warfare with the Indians, served for a meeting-place where the Puritans could worship God with the freedom for which they had striven. The loveliness of the Autumn WHS eclipsed by the sweet face of the girl. 4191?-

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THE CLIVEDEN murder, the very cause of his promotion. At one time during the morning, how- ever, his eye fell on a stack of mail addressed to the Chief of the Detective Bureau. He picked up the letters and looked over them. Most of them had either frank notices on them or permits, but as soon as he saw the red two-cent stamp he startled guiltily, and thought of the murder-a bloody one too, he remembered. By lunch time, however, his mind was at ease again and he complacently ordered a fable-d'h6tc dinner at his restaurant, without looking at the menu, depending on the usually good quality of the meals served there. He began amiably enough, but when tomato soup was brought, he blanched slightly, but ate it. The red color of the 'beets was his downfall, and he hurriedly paid his check and left without waiting for the dessert of strawberries, and a pitcher of cream. Everything red seemed to draw his vision. Red, red, redl Red dresses, red neckties, red automobiles, a sheet of red tissue paper blown into his face, Nickel feracuppa cawffee? from a red-faced vagabond with a red bandana around his neck, red, red, more red! Back in his office sat his secretary with a red dress and writing in a notebook with a red fibre cover. He checked and ap- proved reports with a red pencil, and so on for a week, day after day, bloody red. He grew pale and thin from worry 3 he hardly ate, could not sleep, startled at every sound. The murderer remained undiscovered, and the coroner's jury was quite ready to give its verdict that the Chief had been murdered,-by person or persons unknown as yet. Most of the witnesses had testified and all was running smoothly until Clark himself was called on to tell what he knew of the affair. As he approached the box he tripped over the outstretched limb of a long- legged newspaper reporter. He tried to stop his fall, but in so doing, his outflung arm upset a bottle of red ink. When he had recovered, he stood gazing with horror at the stains on the floor and on his hand. A deep silence fell over the room and the tense atmosphere seemed to indicate that something was about to happen. It did. After a period of painful silence, Clark stumbled rather than walked over to the nearest chair, and with a groan, dropped into it, hiding his face in his hands, stained as they were. He then began to speak in quivering monotone, every word low but distinct. I did itl That night, when I knew he would be alone, I climbed into the office and stabbed him. I wanted the job and I knew I was next in line for promotion. I killed him. I-I didn't think it would be so bloodyl After leaving the oHice I walked back to my hotel and climbed the stairs instead of taking the elevator. I had just gotten into my room when the call from head- quarters came. I stayed in my room for as long a time as I thought it might take to dress, and then I came to the office. That's all there is to it. It was awful! He shuddered. So much bloodln L QQQR XJ HSP-

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THE CLIVEDEN She wore a dainty French calico gown which was the downy and soft-looking gray which is so charming and which is always associated with these silent folk. Her throat was as white as the lawn neckerchief which was across her shoulders, while her mantle of gray and woolen mittens completed the costume. Father and daughter were joined by Iohn Quarles and after the morning greeting he had fallen into step with his friend and his betrothed. Over his shoulder he had slung a rifle which was no more forgotten than the psalm book which all three carried. On entering the meeting house the two men pro- ceeded to the left and Faith entered her pew on the right as was the usual custom. In the Puritan house of worship the pews on one side were for men and on the other for women. The aged minister began the sermon solemnly uttering the words, O give thanks unto the Lord, for He is goodg for His mercy endureth for ever. After which the Puritans raised their voices in the words of Sternhold's majestic psalm: The Lord descended from above and bow'd the heavens hye And underneath his feete he cast the darkness of the skye. On Cherubs and on cherubims full royally he road And on the winges of all the windes came flying all abroad. After the service was over Faith and Iohn conducted the older man to his cabin. Iohn made plans with the maiden for a last meeting, before he should leave, to bid her farewell. YVhen the day wore on and before the sun sank Faith was to meet her lover at the place where she had spoken with him the evening before. When she arrived she was strangely fearful because Iohn was nowhere to be seen. She re- traced her steps and suddenly was confronted by a tall Indian warrior. At first she thought him one of the friendly Shawanese and gave him the sign of greeting. The Indian was a superb specimen of the red man. His splendid body was oiled, shining with yellow and white paint. His haughty face seemed to disdain even looking at the white woman. He spoke in a guttural but very musical voice and said in broken English, Pale face come with Massosoit. Go where pale face soldier is. He askyou come. Instantly the thought leaped into Faith's mind that Iohn had been hurt and had sent this particular Indian for her. The tall warrior strode forward and Faith darted after him plying him with questions. He only shook his head and pointed before them in the direction of John Quarles' cabin. With a lithe step he set off and Faith followed. She did not see the look of cunning and evil which flitted over the Indian's face. The two had gone a short distance when the savage turned and pointed ahead. They stopped and Faith gazed where he pointed, but, seeing nothing, turned to ask the meaning and her face paled with terror. The Indian was approaching her and the savage look in his eye was plain to see. He picked her up and with the noiseless step of the savage entered the forest in the opposite direction. He traveled three miles in this fashion, holding her in an iron grasp and at last reached the settlement of his tribe. She was placed in the hands of one of the older women of the tribe who took her to a spacious Wigwam. The maiden, was nearly fainting with terror but nevertheless endeavored to find out the meaning of her capture. The Indian woman only shook her head 410112-