Hope High School - Blue and White Yearbook (Providence, RI)

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The Antheny Medal Contest Subjects for Anthony Prizes GENERAL 1. The Imaginary Adventures of Mona Lisa. 2. Why go to College? The Appeal to Honor in the Life of High School Students. . 4. The Notable Possessions of Providence in the Field of Art. 5. Resolved that Supervised Athletics and Exercise are Essentials for High School Girls. CURRENT 1. The Smoke Nuisance in Providence. 2. The Airship as a Transatlantic Possibility. 3. Resolved that the Providence Harbor Should Be Immediately Developed. 4. The Coronation at Delhi. LITERARY 1. Would you rather Read Thackeray or Scott and Why? 2. The Inliuence of Guinevere in The Idylls of The King. 3. The Lessons of Unbridled Ambition in the Play of Macbeth. 4. Theatrical Values of Macbeth as Compared with Those of The Merchant of Venice. I 5. Goldsmith's Autobiography Refiected in His Writings. The Imaginary Adventures ef Mona Lisa DOROTHH' AUSTIN I wish you could tell me the story of your adventures, dear picture, said little Carlotta, as she sat gazing at the beautiful painting of Mona Lisa, hanging on the wall before her. When, marvelous to say, Mona Lisa looked at the little girl stretched in the big chair, smiled, and spoke! I will tell you, dear, all I know of my travelsf' she said. 0nce upon a time, I lived in the beautiful Louvre and every day many people came to see me. But one very dark night, something happened. I was hanging in my accustomed place, when I heard footsteps. They did not sound like those of the night-watchman, so I listened carefully. Nearer and nearer they came, stealing softly along the way, until a couple of men stood before me. Then a funny lantern was thrust before my face, and someone whispered, 'It's her, pull her down quickf So quickly was it done, that I scarcely had time to breathe. I was rudely wrapped in a heavy cloth, and stealthily carried out. Where I went I do not know, because I was kept covered for a long while. Finally I heard voices. One night, I was alone with one of my former companions who was counting money, when suddenly, a voice hissed, 'Policel' In the confusion that followed, I was snatched, quickly covered and borne out into the stormy night. I heard a great banging 23

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on the way out. If any one was trying to smash in the door, it would not have been difficult, for it hung by one hinge and required a great deal of coaxing in the watch- man's vocabulary to make it latch. I did not know what happened until I was uncovered in a little house on a moun- tain-side in Switzerland. The sunsets there were beautiful, when the snow-capped mountains loomed up into the heavens with the dull glow of the setting sun reflected on their summits. One morning several men came in, and began to talk, and I soon dis- covered that their conversation concerned me. 'They've caught on, weid better move along,' said one. 'I will keep her in my house,, said a man with a pleasant voice. 'T he children may tell,' objected another. 'Not if I forbid themf said the pleasant voiced one, decidedly. 'And besides, it would please the boy.' fWhat boy?' I think there was a sob in his voice, as he answered, 'Pedro, my only son. He is a cripple, and you bet I'd not be bothering about this old picture, if it werenft for the money I get, which I can use to help him.' It was satisfactorily decided, and I was borne back to Italy. You know the rest, Carlotta, how I came back here, and how pleased your brother is, to be brought in here to see me. 'It's no longer safe here,' one said. 'No weid better take her to Italyf replied the other. So again I was taken out, Wrapped in my cloth. I Then began a very long, but pleasant journey to Italy, the land of sunshine. We rode in a carriage, but the cloth covered my face most of the time. Once it fell off, but was quickly replaced. We rode in silence for a long, long while, and soon I heard the men snoring. A jolt of the carriage made the cloth slip again, and this time, it was not replaced. I saw my companions sleeping, and then looked out between the curtain and the window, just in time to see the sunrise the first one I had ever witnessed. The world was bathed in a soft light, which grew brighter, changing from pink, rose, gold,.into all colors of the rainbow. Then the rim of the sun appeared, growing larger until the whole of it was visible, flooding the earth with a golden light. I longed to see more, but as the carriage was moving faster, I could only catch a glimpse, now and then, of a peasant woman, going to market, or some children, playing in the road. Unfortunately, the men awoke, and quickly replaced the cloth, where it remained, until I was safely placed in the darkest corner of the dirtiest room I had ever seen. I was in Italy, but it was very unpleasant, because men came in and played queer games, that required a good deal of shouting, and talking like the night-watchman, at the Louvre used, when he stumbled over something. And I think I'd rather be here, Where a little crippled boy is pleased to see me and who talks to me as though I were his own mother, than in the Louvre where tired children are dragged along by equally tired nurses, who tell them to look at me, so they can tell their friends they've seen me. I hope I shall stay here, too. Just then a door slammed and little Pedro was brought in. Go on, dear Mona Lisa. It's only Pedro, murmured Carlotta, looking at the face. But the sweet face only smiled at the little girl. I must have been dreaming, thought Carlotta, as she arose to push Pedro's chair before his beloved picture, but, nevertheless, I'll tell the story to Pedro. So she did, and as she told it, Mona Lisa seemed to smile at the two children, and tell them it was true. 24