Grimsley High School - Whirligig Yearbook (Greensboro, NC)

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THE SAGE 13 do. What had he been saying about her and to whom? Was do. What had he been saying about her andtowhom? Was it—Herman- Yes, that was it, Herman. Where was Her¬ man? Was he making that queer little noise we had been hearing? It sounded directly to his left. Oh, if he could only see. Clumsily he lifted himself on his hands and drag¬ ged his mangled body toward the sound. Yes, it was Her¬ man for he could feel him in the darkness. After much fumbling he got his arms around Herman’s neck and snug¬ gled up close. It was good to have someone you loved. “Dear God,” he prayed, “forgive us all.” Then his head fell back and the two brothers went “West” together. THE SEASONS. ' Tis Spring— And the world is budding glory. From the depths of winter hoary Merges; and the leaves all dressed in brightes green, With softly murmuring chatter are seen Moving in the wind. ’Tis Summer— The flowers, decked in brilliant hues, And birds, carrolling the glad news, Are happy; tiny girls in colors gay, And little boys the livelong day Play on the grass. ’Tis Autumn— The flowers have laid aside their blue, And donning their dresses brown in hue,

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12 THE SAGE traitor to his mother? It seems that all nature was still, awaiting the decision, and Carl felt that his heart would beat out of his body. A cold sweat broke out on his fore¬ head and he trembled so that he could hardly stand. Then like all men he turned to the only one who could help. “Oh Thou, who died for all men,” he prayed, “show me the way.” A moment later he raised his head and opening the door went in. “Herman,” he whispered. In the dim light he saw the man turn and look toward him. “Damn you,” growled Herman, “what made you come? Don’t you know they’ll get you?” Carl heard the words but the ugliness of the tones made no impression on him for he had risen above them and his eyes were shining with a high resolve. “Her¬ man,” he said, “the door is open and no one will know until morning. Go quickly.” Herman stood quite still for a mo¬ ment and at that time he reached the height of his man¬ hood. “No,” he said hoarsely, and his voice trembled with his desire, “no, I will not go. I have chosen my work and I alone must pay the penalty.” Then Carl began to talk, to plead for the mother waiting in America. “Oh, Herman,” he almost sobbed, “it will kill her, kill her, and it is almost too late now. Hurry! Hurry!” Unconsciously he had taken hold of his brother’s hand and was drawing him to¬ ward the door. Outside all was excitement. Everyone was running to and fro. There was an air raid on, but inside the two men had heard nothing but Carl’s low voice. They were almost at the open door now. Hark! What was that whirring noise? The next second they felt a teriffic explosion and they knew no more. Slowly Carl opened his eyes and tried to see where he was but something warm and sticky was in them and ' he could not. He wondered dully if it were blood and if so where it was coming from. He wanted his mother too, and it seemed to him that he would give everything he possessed

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14 THE SAGE Lie asleep; but tbe leaves in all tbeir beauty Are doing now tbeir poyous duty Making tbe world fair. ’Tis Winter— Tbe fields are clothed in spotless white, And the wind, chill and shrill in the night Blows; but around the fire the children sing, And no one feels the wind’s sharp sting, Save the poor beggar. But Christmas comes— When no one is ever grieved or sad, And even joyful, blithe, and glad, The beggar; so let the merry bells all ring, The story of Christmas cheer to bring To all the world! ELIZABETH JONES, ’20. OLD MERRY CHRISTMAS. “Pretty baby, ma’am,’ ’the old conductor said, as he helped a pale little woman, who held a tiny baby in one arm and a big package in the other, into the street car. “Here’s a good comfortable seat,” he said, showing her a seat at the back of the car. “Thank you,” the little woman replied, as she settled down comfortably in the seat. She handed a nickel and two pennies to him as she said: “It’s so kind of you. So warm in here!” But the shiver and sigh as she finished seemed to speak of the cold outside, and how miserable it made her feel. So penetrating.