Glass High School - Crest Yearbook (Lynchburg, VA)

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158 THE ozezrzc '15e1tp's faith in Santa Qtlaus MARGUERITTE BALLOU I I often wondered how Santa Claus ever could get in Some houses, for the chimneys are so little, else he's mighty thin. I know that he is stout and strong, from pictures I have seen. He couldn't come down chimneys, he's always very clean. This question always faces me, maybe everyone, But chimney, or no chimney, he never fails to come. II I often wondered why it was I never chanced to wake, Just as Santa placed his pack or gave a little shake. Mother says he goes away if children ever peep, But I never get a chance because I'm always fast asleep. And if I ever should awake, I'd shut my eyes, you bet! I wouldn't peep on Santa, he's never failed us yet. ' III I often wondered how he' d come if it did not snow, But then, he'd find another way just as good, I know. He would probably come by air-plane or send the toys by freight, He'd always manage some way, he never could be late. IV There are many things about him I'm always wond'ring 'boutg And some of them, I know, I never could work out. But I'1l quit all this nonsense and will not cry nor fret. Why should I? Dear old Santa has never passed us yet. K

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THE ORITIO 157 The Babe in the manger, her little J eannot gazed at her, and in its eyes was a pleading, Good will to man and peace on earth. The bitter tears of old age coursed down the seams in her face. I have sinned, I have sinned! 'The Lord gave His only Son that the sins of the world might be forgiven' I On her knees she went to Francois Thebant, and on her knees she begged forgiveness. Pardon! Ze bon Dieu has forgiven me. Do you forgive me, too 3 With her own hands Francoise raised her. Come, go home to Za reveillon with me. For us the joy of peace, for the young jollity' and feasting. The ice of hate melted from about her heart and peace filled her soul. The Cure saw and thanked the Lord, Gl0ire ci Dieu dans le cial et pwix SUXI' Za terra aux homm-es de bon volante. A TREE What a wonderful thing is a tree! There it stands with its branches outstretched to all the world, as if asking alms. It will stand there, perhaps, for centuries. When spring comes the tree takes on new life. It turns a rich green and stays so until its leaves become autumnal shades of red, brown, and yellow. How beautiful is the tree when it is colored this way! As autumn goes the very life of the tree seems to die with it, only to wait until spring again comes and its life is awakened. Poems are made by fools like me, But only God can make a tree. V. Porfrs.

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l THE URITIC 159 S '7J52lHt2U Qbift CYNTHIA MUNDY It was Christmas day! Christmas, with great feather-y flakes drifting and swirling out of a leaden gray sky. Christ- mas, too, in the homes, Where happy children laughed and played gleefully with the pretty toys, brought miraculously to many thousand homes by old Santa in one night. On all this merriment, however, Christine Morley looked with lack-lustre eyes. Christmas, this year, is nothing to her. Her life is blighted, her heart broken, irreparably. So she thought, turning with a deep sigh from the Warmth and cheer Within, to gaze at the cold, bleak scene Without. Never again would she trust, as she had trusted John MacFarlane! Never! Not for two Weeks had she heard from him. He had just stopped coming, that was all. 'Christmas came, and no John, no present. He didn't want to give her a present, that was self-evident. If he cared anything for her at all, Chris- tine argued, held Want to give her something, if only a box of chocolates. She, herself, had selected, With many thrills of excitement, a set of exquisite cuff-buttons to give to him when he eameg but he had not come, and the little box, con- taining the cuff-buttons, Was tightly packed at the bottom of her trunk. Christine was through with men, forever. So occupied With these thought was Christine, that she started violently when a small hurricane, originating in one corner of the room, rushed over and catapulted itself into her lap. 'Stine, I wan' you to make my 'team engine go, I do! Go 'Way, mamma! as that personage approached, I don' want you, I Want 'Stine l