High School for the Performing and Visual Arts - Images Yearbook (Houston, TX)

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might hear you! Oh, of course, Mrs. Pennyford, l'm terribly sorry . . . Well, I must be getting back to the lieutenant here. Fine young man, isn't he? The lieutenant was sprouting magnolia blossoms by this time. The lieutenant? Oh, of course, Colonel. How do you do lieutenant? The tree was silent. Uhhh, he's the, uh, quiet type, you know. Ohhh, yes, of course. Now, uh, where were we Lieu- tenant Rocksford? What's that? Ah yes, in reference to your letter of the thirteenth. . As the colonel proceeded with his letter, Mrs. Pennyford returned to her plot of grass. Now, Winthrop, I want you to be a good boy or mama will have to confine you to your room for a week. And there they sat. Colonel Holl- ingswood dictating to the magno- lias and Mrs. Pennyford lecturing the grass. Each one was good enough to let the other have his own private happiness. Of course everyone knows that magnolias can't talk and that llamas are only found in zoos. Everyone, that is, except the Colonel and Mrs. Penny- ford. 11,4121 X' JE ii.. T 'X 3 'Ir 'Q'

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The Colonel and Mrs. Pennyford Huut, twoo, threee, fouur! Hut, twooo, threee, fourrr! It was a crisp, clean morning etched in baby blue skies and warm sunrays and the peaceful silence of the air was broken by the sound of two marching feet and another loud and raspy, Hut, twoo, three, four! Hut two, three, four! The feet were those of a sturdy old man donned in an outdated military uniform and combat boots. Hut, two, three, four . . . Com- panyyy halt! The marching stopped. At ease, men! The troops rested. Now men, - . . . I want you to know that you fought a fine bat- tle last night and l'm proud to say l'l'lC.If . . .H It was Colonel Hollingswood's morning address to the troops. He had given it every morning since his retirement at age 60, twelve years ago, and he didn't intend to change today. The other inhabit- ants of the park didn't obiect too much, in fact they looked forward to the morning production. Every morning at precisely ten-fifteen, the colonel would lead his troops on 76 by Leslie Rotenberry their hike to the park and deliver his address. . . AIII right now men . . . carry onn . . . Hut, twoo, three, four! Hut, twoo, threee, fourr . . . uh, lieutenant Rocksford, may l see you a moment please? The old man iudiciously sat down on the park bench, resting his wrin- kled hands on his knees. Lieutenant, l'd like to dictate a letter to General Bennington . . . Ready? . . . That's a good man, . . . now, uhh . . . Dearr Bobby . . . we fought together in Korea, you know . . . what's that? Ohhh yes, . . . side by side . . . bosom buddies. . . now, uh . . . ah, yes! . . .Dearrr Bobby. . As the general continued to dic- tate his letter to a nearby magnolia tree, a charming little woman of about sixty-five, who looked as if she were pulling something behind her, tottered up to the bench, and awkwardly plopped herself down. Her soft, powdered face was framed with gentle snow-white hair and her eyes shone brightly with life. The color in her cheeks matched her red velvet purse and hat, which was courtesy of Eleanor Roosevelt. She seemed to be taking great care with the obiect she believed to be sitting beside her, but finally she settled herself prop- erly on the bench. Good morning, Colonel Holl- ingswood. What? . . . Oh, uh, excuse me Lieutenant. The tree didn't respond. Now behave yourself, Win- throp. Why, uh what is that you have there, Mrs. Pennyford? Well aren't you seeing well this morning, Colonel? This is my new pet llama, Winthrop. Mrs. Pennyford was directing her attention toward a vacant plot of St. Augustine grass. Ohhh . . . of course, Mrs. Pen- nyford. Ever since Mrs. Pennyford's daughter-in-law had taken her to the zoo last week, she had insisted that she must have a llama. Mrs. Pennyford could never take no for an answer. He's been misbehaving terribly this week and I don't know what to do with him. Hmmm . . . well, why don't you ship him back to Tibet, haaaw, haaaw, haaaw! Why, Colonel, l'm shocked! Please lower your voice. Winthrop

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