Girls High School - Yearbook (Reading, PA)

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to the purple flower, “If you love the Princess Silver-Bell, jump into the Coral Sea as soon as you feel yourself becoming: a mortal.” Whether the Prince needed this advice, I cannot say but when! the liquid was poured on the roots of the flower and the Prince Malji stood upon the land again, he hesitated not an instant to fling himself back into the beautiful waters. Of course, you can guess the rest, but to be sure, I shall tell you all about it. The Prince Malri and Princess Silver-Bell now rule the deep sea folk of the Coral Sea and if you should ever find a spot in your travels in the world that you know is more beautiful than anything you have ever heard of, you know that you are l x king on the Coral Sea. Of course, you are a mortal and can’t see the silver palace but it is probably still there and the reign of love and peace are there too among the peaceful white water lilies. THE CASTLE ON THE HILL Caroline Fox, ’22 Feb. There is a castle,—cold and drear. That stands on yonder hill. Oft times in fear, strange sounds I hear. Come echoing o’er the rill. Strange owls, they hoot at dead of night After the birds have fled. And still that echo seems to ring, “Dead, dead, ’tis dead!” The ivy green with a steadfast cling Creeps up the mouldering wall; And strange odors rise to the deep blue skies, As I tread through the gloomy hall. The roof is covered with velvety moss; Yet no other home can fill The place in my heart, which now in part, Is the castle’s on the hill.

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war horses, came crashing through the brush, standing still a few feel from the sea. Two liveried footmen alighted, bowed to the prince in the carriage, and walked to the edge of the sea. Uncovering a small boat which had been hidden in the rushes, they stepped into it and paddled towards the most beautiful lily in the sea. Princess Silver-Hell was powerless to stop them, so she blew her ti 113' magic coral whistle and a band of nymphs bore the lily down through the water, beyond the reach of the men, to the very bottom of the sea. The footmen returned to their lord and reported the lily’s mysterious disappearance and he, filled with wrath at their failure and his desire to possess the pure white flower, plunged into th sea. Waiting in vain for hours, the two men returned home thinking the prince to be drowned. Now Princess Silver-Hell did not want the prince to die, but she wanted him punished. She also knew that no one but deep sea folk could live in her sea. So quickly drifting to the bottom, she placed her coral necklace on the neck of the prince, who immediately became a huge purple flower. Swiftly bearing it to her palace, she planted it beside her throne. For a long time the purple flower was allowed to grow among all the sea flowers, but never could it see a lily. Every morning at sunrise huge pearly tears rolled down the velvet petals of the flower as the princess gazed on it with pity. During the day the imprisoned prince watched the Princess Silver-Hell bring joy to all her people, tenderly bandaging a broken stem or mending a torn petal, and every day he loved the princess more and more. At last the princess thought that the prince had been punished long enough, so she decided to see if he had been broken of his very bad ways. She noticed how very tenderely his petals caressed the petals of other flowers and did not attempt to break their stems. Indeed the Princess knew that this was no other than the Prince Malri, a rich and powerful young Prince that she had always respected very much, but she knew that a mortal could never live in a deep sea and she wondered what to do. Calling Golden-Heam to her, she asked the faithful fairy’s advice. Together they planned the fate of the flower. The Princess wept many times but at last she took it from the throne and took it up, up to the very top of the water where it could see all the lilies and live with them. Hut still the purple flower wept pearly tears from its velvet petals at sunrise and the Princess Silver-Hell was unhappy. Now at the other end of the sea lived a very old, old woman who was a witch and who very often helped Silver-Hell in her reign of love and peace. One day the Princess went to the sea mother and said, “Alas, sea mother, I have turned Prince Malri into a purple flower and I can’t make him mortal again.” Now the sea mother knew very much about magic, so she made a brew of moss and shells and murmured words of mystery into the pot. Giving a shell of the liquid to the Princess, she bade her pour it on the roots of the purple flower at sunrise. Then the sea mother said, “If Prince Malri ever comes to your sea again, he will become a deep sea person.” Indeed the Princess was sad, for she loved the Prince but desired his happiness. So with a heavy heart she awaited the dawn of the next day. As always was her custom, Golden-Heam knew that her lovely Princess was troubled, so gliding to the surface of the water she whispered 14

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Class of 1922 == February ANNETTE B. AUMAN This dainty little lass with bobbed hair has a smile for everyone. She is not as quiet and bashful as she looks. You should sec her roll her eyes. Nettie is fond of day-dreaming. I wonder why. RUTH N. BACH Our Ruth has finally grown up, for now she wears puffs Tell us, Ruth, why are you so fond of church affairs? HELEN M. BAISCH Helen is a good-hearted” sort of person, but really that is not a bit surprising. She is with a Goodhart” MAE BARD “The dew that on the violet lies Mocks the dark lustre of thine eyes.” BATES This thin??? little maiden we all adore ’cause she's always happy. That’s what she's here for. so much. ADELAIDE R. j6