Glass High School - Crest Yearbook (Lynchburg, VA)

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162 THE URITIC' barrassment, into the next room. John followed, greatly puzzled. A sigh of relief went up from all the family- Thank the Lord, said Mamma, he's come-and with a present. l THE MOUNTAINS Over their lofty tops the sun first casts its cheerful rays into the valleys and at night sinks into the western sky be- hind them. They tower into the skies sometimes above the very clouds, keeping watch over all. Among their craggy precipices the eagle has his eyrie, and on their sides grow the age-old trees. Now and then a dead one stretches its leaiiess limbs to the sky as if inviting the birds to rest upon its branches. Down their steep slopes roar the creeks and rivers, cutting deep canyons into the 'very rock foundation of the mountains. By changing a few Words of Tennyson's poem on The Brook we have- ' A For men may come and men may go, But I stand here forever. They are the monuments to the unknown dead and unre- corded deeds of the ages long since past. They are the vaults of Nature where she has stored up her minerals, her fuel and jewels. They are the storehouse of the rocks from which our most beautiful buildings are made. They break the mon- otony of the landscape. Indeed, what other natural assets have we which contributes to our happiness more than the mountains, because from them we get wealth, health, and beauty. M. J oHNsoN. God bless us every one 1 said Tiny Tim.

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THE ORITIC' 161 What a dinnerl Everything customary for Christmas din- ner Was there, turkey, sauce, ham, delicious hot rolls, and many kinds of cake. It was all put on the table, and though no one felt like eating, all felt bound to perform their duty and try. A nice mess the table and everything else Was in when they finished, too. Grandfather irritably cutting the turkey, had sloshed half of it oft' on the table cloth, Joe had spilled gravy all over the front of his new shirt, the baby had been allowed to do his Worst, and everybody in general had crumbled cake into bits by the plates, unable to cat it. Suddenly--ting-a-ling- the phone rang. Christine jumped, then springing to her feet, showed signs of life for the first time that day by running to answer the phone-with what hopes? She was, however, disappointed, and returned, gloomier than ever, it was only someone calling to thank her for a gift. This time, though, Grandfather broke out, and ex- pressed himself fully and without reserve concerning that consarned young jackanapesf' The storm burst. Christine burst into tears again, Mamma syrnpathetically crying with her. Everybody started talking at once, laying load after load of blame on the recreant lover. Sammy, to keep com- pany with the rest, began screaming some unintelligible jar- gon at the top of his voice. A bell rang somewhere, but no attention was paid to it. J oe hurled himself out of the room in boyish disgust, determined to crack as many squibs as possible while the racket lasted. Suddenly, while in full swing, the hubbub ceased. There, in the door, stood a pleas- ant-looking young man, evidently out of breath, with a long, mysterious-looking package under one arm. He gazed with surprise at the scene before him, and the family stared back, dumfounded. At last, Christine found voice, Why, John---I then, realizing what a scene there was, rushed, covered with em-

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A THE 01211110 163 Suggzstiuz 'Bibliography for Qlbristmaa Christmas Carol-Dickens. The Ch-imes+Dickens. Cricket on the Hearth-Dickens. Uno' Edinlmrgh's Drowniri'-Thomas Nelson Page. A Captured Santa Claus-Thomas Nelson Page. Polly-Thomas Nelson Page. Whistling Dich's Christmas Stocking-O. Henry. The Gift of the M agi-O. Henry. How Santa Claus Came to Simpsorfs Bar--Bret Harte. The First Christmas Tree-Van Dykes The Other Wise M an-Van Dyke. The Christmas Rose-Logerlof fin Girl of the Marsh Croftj. The Birds' Christmas Carol-Wiggin. Where'Love Is There God Is-Tolstoi fin Russian Pro- prietor and Other Stories j. Behind the White Brick-Burnett. The Maid of France fP1ayj-B1-ighouse. The Tailor of Gloucester-Potter. Around the Christmas Fire fEssayj-Crothers. A Christmas inthe Woods CEssayj-Dallas Lore Sharpe. Colonel Carter's Christmas-Hopkinson Smith. A Dog of Flanders-Ouida. Santa Claus is the best filler I knowg He fills your stockings to the tip-toe. Christmas comes but once a year, And then we're happy and of good cheer. A. C. HIGGINS.