Granville High School - Blue and White Yearbook (Granville, OH)

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18 BLUE AND WHITE heels or dragged under his feet. As Joe felt himself lifted bodily into the machine he gasped, but could not utter a cry. Before they were fairly seated the machine gave a lurch and started. For the next hour Joe expected any moment to come to and find himself in a fence corner. The machine fairly Hew. Joe, thinking it useless to protest, only sat still and held his breath and as the lights of a city iiared in the distance, he drew a- sigh of relief. This surely would be their place of destination. Sure enough the machine drew up before a large white house. Joe, who was now greatly intrested in trying to figure out what would come next, began to act his part well and obeyed his partner without saying a word, Now his companion's orders were, Hurry, they aren't coming yet, we'll make it after all. Joe hur- ried with all his might and soon found himself entering the unfamiliar house. Take off your hat and coat, quick, was his next command. And Joe mechanically obeyed. As he removed his hat and coat he looked at his companion who took one look at him and fainted away, Soon, with the assistance of an old white-haired man, who had answered their knock, Joe revived the man whom he thought was his friend, Mark. l1Vhen the mysterious man was able to talk he explained. He was in love with the daughter of Joe's landlord and because the landlord was not in favor of the marriage they had decided to elope. The man's name was Marlowe Wilkins and he had made a mistake in the number of the door of the room in which his bride- to-be said she stayed. The old white-haired man was the preacher who said that the wedding need be postponed only to the next night. -LORNA JONES, '22, The end has come, as come it must To all thingsg in these sweet June days' The teacher and the scholar trust Their parting feet to separate ways. l They part: but in the years to be Shall pleasant memories cling to each. O Youth and Beauty, loved of alll Ye pass from the youthful gate of dreams' In broader ways your footsteps fall, Ye test the truth of all that seems. 1 Be but yourselves, be pure, be true, And prompt in duty: heed the deep, Low voice of conscience: thru the ill And discord round about you, keep Your faith in human nature still. --Whittier, in At School Close. Here's to Kathryn Silliman who, from the founding of Blue and White, has unsel- fishly given of her time and talent toward the progress of the paper. The whole school is grateful to her, and wishes her joy and success in the Academy next year. The Class of 1922 extends to her especial thanks for her assistance in preparing this issue of Blue and White. if !X

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BLUE AND WHITE 17 a, few stammered phrases he decided silence was safer. Soon, however, Mary be- came enveloped in her woman's curiosity and asked what the matter was. Still there was silence. But suddenly the car stopped. Willie opened up the hood and, after a brief hunt, came back with a greasy nut from the engine. This he proceeded to polish with undue energy. When it was of uncommon brightness, to the astonishment of Mary Day, he grasped her hand and forced the nut on her iinger. Then she began to see light and a smile played on her face. Willie was waiting for the encouragement. And what is your answer? he asked summoning all his courage. With little hesitation she spoke, You had better put the nut back until we get to the preacher's, don't you think? It took no time a-t all to comply with her wish and the little Ford ran as only a Ford can run. The next town was soon reached and Lizzy rolled on, for Day and Night were united. -KENNETH BREEZE, '22. A STRANGE EPISODE Joe Grimes was seated in his little room on the top floor of the boarding house, with his feet comfortably higher than his head, and his only companion his cigar. He seemed to be deeply engrossed in reading one of Edgar Allan Poe's most terrifying stories. He had just gotten to the most interesting place, when he heard a slight tapping on the wall just outside of his door. His hair fairly stood on end, his blood ran cold. As suddenly as it began the noise ceased and Joe had just time to for- get it when it occurred again, this time a little louder than before. As he looked carefully at the door, he saw a slip of white paper appear under it. Hardly daring to move, but with a great desire to know what these strange signs meant, he slowly crossed the room, every moment expecting to be snatched away by one of Poe's monstroslties. His hands fairly shook as they opened the letter and a puzzled ex- pression appeared on his face as he read it. Here are the contents of the letter: Meet me out under the old maple tree at midnight. Just outside the door is a box of clothes, put them on. No one will know you. Do not fail me. -UM. W. What in the deuce do you suppose he wants with me?5' muttered Joe. Do you suppose he's trying to get me into trouble? But now since he had gotten over his fear, he was perfectly willing to try anything to break up the monontony of his daily experiences. As he opened the box which he found in the hall a dark colored cloak fell out, and then another dark colored garment. Joe regarded it ruefully for a moment and then said with contempt: A dress! Does he think he's going to make a fool of me? Imagine me with a woman's dress on. Well, I'll show him, and he chuckled to himself. But later his longing for something exciting got the better of him a-nd after a great deal of difficulty and many exclamations such as, Well, if I ever have a wife, I'll gladly hook her dress for her, he succeeded in don- ning the articles of feminine apparel and with grace and elegance, sported before the mirror admiring himself. At five minutes of twelve a girlish figure dressed in dark clothing and with a heavy veil over her face stole down the hall and out the door of the boarding-house. As the.clock was striking twelve another figure was seen standing as if waiting for someone under the old maple tree in the yard. It was a dark night. The moon had gone behind a cloud, and it seemed to be just such a night as goblins, witches and ghosts would choose for their revelries From afar could be heard the dismal dole of the doodledoo. Save for this the night was quiet and this solemnity, seemed to make it even more gruesome. As Joe walked slowly and with great reserve, Cas if in fear of stepping on his skirtsl towards the old maple tree, he saw the dark figure, stealing silently from tree to tree. It would stop every second as if listening but hearing nothing would move on again. As Joe aproached the figure, he soon found himself held in a strong embrace He started to cry out. But the mysterious person only exclaimed in a low whisper, Hush! They'll hear us, that would end it all for us. We must hurry. What can be the matter with Mark. I-Ie doesn't sound natural, Joe thought to himself. We must get away fl'0l1l this place at once, continued the low voice, mysteriously. Joe, too startled and surprised to protest, let himself be pushed and pulled by turns across the yard and through a little grove of trees, on the other side of which was a small roadster. At almost every step, Joe could hear the beautiful silk dress which he was wearing, tear a little more as it caught on his

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BLUE AND WHITE 19 -ef f ff7 -j-, it , -new sf W eff' ' a it , Spring is here-and as we climb the hills and look out over the surrounding country we see other hillsides covered with leafing trees, we see the winding streams, the green meadows and the brown, newly-plowed fields. We see a town and even that looks beautiful in spite of the dirt and all that man seems to brings with him. Over all is a vast expanse of deepest blue dotted with white fiuffy clouds and into our minds comes an awe, a wonder for the vastness and grandeur of the universe. Yet the grandeur of the universe cannot compare with that of the human soul. We axe. only individuals yet no vastness of the earth is as great as the influence of the individual and no beauty as fine as that of true character. Yes, we are only one of millions but the millions are made up of not hundreds or dozens or even twos and threes but of ones. Each one with a place to be filled that no other can do and who can tell what may depend upon the filling of that place? We need a deeper realization of what our lives could be and ought, to be and with that realization will come the desire to build up such character that will be truly beautiful and grand. We walk through the woods or fields and the air is filled with the happy songs of mating birds. Eagerly they work building their nests, and when are the bird songs as joyous as in the springtime? Then they are filled with the happiness of labor. It is the same way with us for while we are idle and inactive we miss the joy that comes with activity, and we will find that like the birds the more we let our gladness overfiow in our lives the greater becomes our own happiness as well as the joy of the whole world. While we wander through the woods we see everywhere violets, spring beauties and other little wild iiowers, tiny, shy flowers, blossoming in hidden places and into our hearts creeps a quietness and peace, for these tiny fiowers seem to symbolize those hidden qualities in our lives and the lives of those around us. We feel that down beneath the surface and under the outer covering of superficiality lie beautiful thoughts as pure as the lily-of-the-valley and qualities as lovely and fragrant as the violet. But thick around them grow the leaves that try to hide them. 'Tis true the leaves of the common-place things in life have their place but in many lives they are so thick that the lilies and the violets can scarcely be found. Why not try to ,give the fiowers-the worthwhile and nobler things of life-more room, and why not search more deeply those around us before we pass the cruel judgment-Uflowerless? So with Spring comes a grandeur, a happiness, a hidden beauty all its own. Spring, we cannot have always with us but if we keep the symbols of Spring-the realization of the grandeur of true character, the happiness of labor and the joy of 'letting our happiness brighten the lives of others, and the loveliness of hidden thought and qualities, if we keep these symbols in our lives and hearts throughout the year, then, and only then, will Spring stay ,with us through the heat and dust of Summer, through the falling leaves of Autumn, through the cold and chill of Winter and the world will be a very different place. To each of us Spring speaks in its own way From dawn of Day to Sunset's last gold ray, The stars, the night their message too do bring, And all about us Nature seems to sing. But to each one of us the task remains Through golden sunshine and through chilling rains, To keep Spring ever here with us on earth, To banish pain and sadness with true mirth.