Girls High School - Yearbook (Reading, PA)

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The mad whirling kept on till there was nothing more than a blur before Terry's eyes. Then--why what had happened? Everything had vanished. He found himself sitting in a dark street. Away in the dis- tance, a single red light glowed cheerfully. Terry rubbed his eyes. He asked himself if he had been dreaming. But no, his head was still whirl- ing. Again he wondered where he was. H ow far away was home? VVell, he co,uldn't do less than try to get there. So, he started to run. He ran up one street and down another. He had never seen these streets before, but that was not unusual. He was seeing lots of new things this night. lt seemed as though he had been running forever when, suddenly, he saw his house right before him. Things certainly did appear the quickest ever. He was so tired he could barely crawl up the steps. But as he was in the house, and because he was so very tired, he went to lie down on the davenport again. . Terry! Terry! somebody called. 'KVVake up. lt's time for 'most growed-up boys to be in bed. Terry sat up with a jerk, although ho felt very tired. It was his father who was calling him. i'XNhy ja let 'im take me for, Daddy? asked Terry reproach fully. Let him take you! Let who take you, Terry? asked Mr. O'Hara in a puzzled manner. VVhy that Red Fellow. Didn't ja see him? Thereupon Terry pro- ceeded to tell his father all about his terrible visit, the screaming, whirl- ing red people, and the strange disappearance. By the time Terry had finished, his father's eyes were twinkling. Then he suddenly laughed boyishly. A suspicion that his father did not quite believe him entered Terry's active little brain. I was there, too, he added. My legs hurt' cause I ran so awful far. A' A crystal morning, Holding the shadows A sparkling noon, Suspended in air, A lazy eve, A gentle breeze, A. glorious moong The shadows f all, A bright star here, A hushed silence, A planet there, Over all. -O. K. The sun is fading in the Wlest, The misty shadows fallg And out from the depths of the forest deep, The mournful owls do call. And Oh! Xhfhat a thrill thru my being creeps, As I gaze, from this glorious heightg On the hasty jumping of each little star, Into its place for the night. -O. K. Don't study when you're tired, or Have something else to dog Don't study when 'you're happy, for That would make you blueg Don't study in the daytime, ' or Don't study in the night, But study all the other times, YNith all your main and might. -L. K. 15

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F TERRY U SEES RED Helen D. Angstadt 'K l Ca- Can't see why they couldn't take me, too, wailed Terry O'I-lara, aged four, to his father who was seated in a big armchair. You must wait till you're a bit older, old man, replied Mr. O Hara. VVell, I am most growed up, and I wanna see Bill Hart, said Terry tearfully. But Mother and Kitty didn't go to see Bill Hart. Go lie down a while, Terry-lad, and you'll soon feel better about it. As Terry's eyes were beginning to feel rather heavy, he decided to take this sound advice. So he went to lie down on the big davenport. But he had no intention of going to sleep. He was going to wait for Kitty and Mother, and make them tell him all about the movies. ' Terry didn't remember just how long he had been lying there, when right in front of him appeared a great, tall creature. Terry thought it was a man, but he wasn't quite sure, for he had never seen a queeer look- ing person. The creature was dressed in red from head to foot. He even had a red beard. He was so thin that he looked almost like a big broom- stick. Terry was so frightened that he couldn't utter a sound. He won- dered how such a creature had come into his house. All of asudden, the Red Fellow grabbed him by one leg, and pulled him off the davenport. Then he stalked out. ol' the house. He was not gentle with Terry, as Terry's mother always was. In coming out of the house, he threw Terry over his shoulder, and started to walk as fast as the wind. Befoe one could say jack Robinson, they were in a land where everything was red. Houses, streets, sky, clouds, trees, people, everything so red that it hurt T erry's eyes to look around. They were in a big wide street. A great number of people were standing in the center of- the street. All of them looked exactly like the Red Fellow who had taken him away from home. Terry wondered it they were waiting for him. Poor Terry was wondering many things. VV hy had his father let this terrible Red Fellow take him away? NVhere was he, anyway? But he couldn't find an answer to any of these questions. The Red Fellow took him to the very center of the mob of people. There, Terry saw a big, red pot, suspended over a tire. Then the Red Fellow threw him into the pot. As soon as the people saw him, they started to yell and scream and howl. Then they all started to turn round and round. Terry wondered it there were many people in the world that acted in such a wild manner. During all this time, even though watch- ing and wondering, Terry was crying as though his little heart would break. He felt positively miserable. His head was whirling from watch- ing so much turning and twisting. He certainly did wish they would stop and do something else, if they wanted to do anything at all. He supposed they were going to eat him. Vlfell, if they really intended to do so, why didn't they do it quickly, and put him out of this misery? 14

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AN 4 IF FOR GIRLS If you can dress to make yourself attractive, Yet not make puffs and curls your chief delightg If you can swim and row, be strong and active, Yet of the gentler graces lose no sight, If you can dance without a craze for dancing. Play without giving play too strong a hold, Enjoy the love of friends without romancing, Care for the weak, the friendless and the oldg If you can master French and Greek and Latin, And not acquire, as well, a priggish mieng If you can feel the touch of silk and satin, Wfithout despising calico and jeansg If you can ply a saw and hammer, Can do a man's work when the need occurs, San sing, when asked, Without excuse or stammer, Can rise above unfriendly snubs and slursg If you can make good bread as well as fudges, Can sew withhskill, and have an eye for dust, If you can be a friend and hold no grudges, A girl ivhom all will love because they mustg If some time you should meet and love another And make a home with faith and love enshrined And you its soul-a loyal wife and mother, You'll work out pretty nearly to my mind The plan that's been developed through the ages, And win the best that life can have in storey You'll be, my girl, a model for the sages, A woman whom the World will bow before. -Exchange. I6