Girls High School of Brooklyn - Blue and Gold Yearbook (Brooklyn, NY)

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was This she was saying?-- and Mr. Thompson says ThaT he never saw a more perfecT example of LowesTofT-a museum piece--offered me Twice whaT I Thoughf iT was worTh, buT I would noT parT wiTh iT! Anne looked guiITily aT The oTher four buT found Them all looking guiITily aT her. Phyllis casT down lashes on suddenly flushed cheeks: buT when she raised Them. she noTed oTher blushes. Doris. Jean, and Barbara discovered no 'looks of amazemenT or of bewildermenf. only of confusion. The TruTh dawned. Did you--? Oh, Anne. you never---? Don'T Tell me you--? Do you mean To Tell me--17 Jean, you wrefch,--I Five pairs of eyes Turned Towards Miss ApplegaTe: confession Tumbled from five pairs of lips. Miss Applegafe looked sTrangeIy calm. l knew iT all The Time, she announced. In The sTunned silence which followed she Told Them ThaT Mr. PraTT. The old man in The shop where They had boughf The china. had come To her wiTh his suspicions and doubTs. She had decided To IeT Things Take Their course and see iusf whaT Their years of Training and Their own consciences would lead Them To do. She had done, she admiTTed. a liTTIe spying. She had seen some queer doings during The nighT. BuT The SparTan lady conTinued, I'd raTher have had The Tea seT smashed Than inTerrupT The experimenf. In The morning I made sure The real seT was There. and Then I inviTed you girls here To waTch The lasT acT of The play. Anne murmured. Can you ever forgive us? Barbara said Miss Applegafe imperfurbably, will you please pour The Tea? A A COUNTRY BREAKFAST Slowly inTo my drowsy senses driffed The pungenT odor of breakfasf coffee. I wriggled down inTo The big bed To escape The smell: iT was Too cold: I did noT wanT To geT up. Again I poked my nose ouT of The covers. This Time The odor of sausages mixed wiTh The fainT smell of wood smoke and of real maple syrup. Then The smell of meITing buTTer. I could bear iT no longer. I jumped ouT of bed. washed hasfily in icy waTer, pulled on my clofhes. and Tumbled down sfairs. As I opened The kiTchen door The combined odors of a counTry breakfasf assailed me. I inhaled conTenTedly: I was back aT The Valley Farm again! FLORENCE STEVENSON. THE BLUE AND GOLD Page Twelve

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+geT 'back To Bobby. Poor Bobby is being punished Too severely. buT we'll ix T aT. 4 They laid Their plans and The china was boughT and sTored under The linen in The small closeT aT The end of The hall. Ten-ThirTy was The hour seT for The exchange. When The grand- faTher clock boomed, five whiTe and shivering shapes. were huddled in The hall benT on This nefarious expediTion, which surely would have hor- rified The very sedaTe families of These young ladies. When The worThy old clock again performed iTs duT , The wicked deed was accomplished. The newly-purchased china had, usurped The place of The old seT in The cabineT in The library. Dorisl had! fnoT closed an eye since she and The oThers had changed The china. A New England conscience had made her pillow sTrangely hoT and uncomforfable: yeT she could noT bear To go To The oTher girls and confess herself such 'a weakling. She jumped suddenly from her bed and ran on silenT feeT ouT of her room down The hall To The linen closeT. Yes. There iT was., The real seT. Quickly she gafhered if up and sped down sTairs Trembling: sTopping every momenT for sounds, she accomplished The exchange. Now- quick-up-sTairs-down The hall!-back To bed. Was ThaT a door opening ouT There? No-iusT imagined iT! Sleep now! The door she had imagined she heard was .Barbara's: no sleep had visiTed Miss Barbara Dane eiTher. Somehow The ThoughT of her moTher had persisTed in spoiling her nighT's resT. MoTher was a lady! MoTher had TaughT Bobby ideals and This didn'T seem sporfing. Oh, heck!!- BuT Anne and Jean and The resT will Think ThaT If have gone 'Elsie Dins- more' on Them. Won'T Tell Them. Have To be a coward for The Time being anyhow. Now followed The same program gone Through by Doris. and once more The china seT was laboriously exchanged. Anne made The exchange Two hours laTer. She had slepT, buT been visiTed wiTh dreams in which Miss ApplegaTe had died a paTheTic deaTh clasping The false china To her breasT. Anne sped To The 'linen closeT in Tears and in one bedroom slipper. Towards dawn a pale and shivering Phyllis crep-T down The sTairs soon followed by Jean. 'They had held ouT as long as possible. buT The memory of Two frighTened freshmen pupils and a kind lady known as Miss Applegafe who had eased Those home-sick days wiTh genTleness and a liTTle judicious spoiling was Too much for Them. For The fifTh Time The china was changed. and The genuine seT reposed on The shelf undisTurbed aT lasT. LaTe The nexT afTernoon Miss ApplegaTe invifed The girls To her room for Tea. They saT around The dainTy Tea Table. pale arnd' raTher silenT. buT The principal seemed noT To noTice Their sTrange manner. WhaT THE BLUE AND GOLD Page Eleven

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THE MARBLE HAND 3f?Jl'1ffif?HAN HERE was a sfill whiTe face in The pool of shadows beyond The fireplace, as sfill and whiTe as The lilies on The unrippled surface of waTer losT in The sombre depfhs of woods. WiTh his back To The room sTood a young man who gazed fixedly ouT over The snow covered rooffops. dyed gold by The sun ThaT almosT Touched The Tops of The blue- grey mounfains in The disfance. His sfeely. grey- blue eyes did noT see beyond The diamond panes of The window: They looked inward aT The ache ThaT cuT like an icy knife. His eyes were 1 of The Norfh, of The blue of ice, The grey of limifless sky over snow-swepT sfeppes, and a glinT of The green of norfhern seas: buT They were noT hard. for There was in Them a bif of dream. As he Turned To The room and The sTill figure in The shadows. The glow of The sun caughT in his hair. As iT caughT, iT seemed as Though an icy Tremor shook The woman. LighT, she Thoughf. iT is going ouT of my life wiTh you. How can I bear The shadow of These cliffs and The perpefually grey sky. You would have broughT lighT info my life: I could have come To undersTand The beauTy of This counfry: buT now I shall walk in The shadow forever. Oh, Cassandra, he said. I have kepT This from you, hop-ing ThaT I mighT find some oTher paTh, one ThaT would IeT Two walk side by side: buT There is none. Opporfunify has knocked, and I musT grasp iT before iT flees. My place can never be here, indicafing The Town wiThouT. lT is Too small a place. WaiT for me. I will refurn in The Time To come. I can promise you nofhing, 0laf. she replied. Time brings wiTh iT changes which we cannoT foresee. Go ouT and do as your spirif dic- TaTes. buT you musT noT Then hope for me. I dare noT dream of your reTurn. No, Cassandra, you musT noT say such Things. I swear ThaT I will reTurn. We musf make no vows ThaT fafe may change. she answered sadly. ReaIizaTion of your dreams will noT bring you peace and con- TenTmenT. IT will only awaken you To greaTer sfriving. There are so few who can give To The world ThaT we dare noT wasTe Their gifT. If There is THE BLUE AND GOLD ' Page ThirTee-n