Humberside Collegiate Institute - Hermes Yearbook (Toronto, Ontario Canada)

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rue nerawefv X Q-d,' N curling a lock of her black hair about his linger. iiWhE11 you cry over the music, I shall know that your thoughts and actions will never be ugly again, and you will be able to dance per- fectlyf' He watched her as she sat motion- less, staring into space. Kazan leaned nearer until his hair touched her face. Suddenly she sprang up and shot away from him with the swiftness of an arrow, racing across the darkening held like a startled deer. His eyes followed her until she vanished like a Wraith into the woods. I-le shook his head slowly, admiringly. VVhen she hnds my Howers on the grass, she will come back. The moon was rising when Kazan descried a small figure in the distance moving towards him. Instantly he took his violin from which there presently breathed a low sigh of sweetness and relief, rising to a thrilling, throbbing harmony of a soul forth its love, when he saw pouring Shuri glide into the beautiful picture, a swaying fairy form as she danced to his music floating exquisitely pure and sweet, now in tender mono- syllables of magical music, now high and joyously loud. Moved to tears by the stabbing beauty of his own music, Kazan watched her with the corner of his eye, saw her sink suddenly to the grass. The music tremblingly ex- pired. He crouched down beside her and lifted up her tear-drenched face, lighted up by a pair of shining grey eyes. Oh Kazan-it's so beautiful-that I'm crying. I'm crying, Kazan-but oh, isn't it funny-my heart is like a singing bird-- -10011 C. Carlmz, V-.-el. To N zglzt VVhen noiselessly the ev'ning shadows gently steeped The weary earth in solemn stillness dread, And every ray of light the sky had fied, And all the world had hushed itself in sleep, I wandered lone amid the shroud-like night And marvelled that the earth could lie so dark, As if it had no beauty to impart, Beneath the darkened heav'ns so lately light. But when mine eyes beheld the glories there Of shining stars their watch to keep, awake, And beauteous moon, that only God can make- To raise my voice in praise I could not dare. For lo, the wonders of the silent night, In truth so real, had burst upon my sight. -Dorothy Inez Fisher, IV-B.

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THE 1-irgrawlgfn N cinating Eve. Such eloquent silence, such clear, wide-set eyes! He moved aside resolutely, picked up his precious violin, and said sober-ly, yet with a twinkle in his eyes: Listen, With his bow he struck a harsh, ugly sound that startled Shuri's serene gaze. The other chords were all just as hateful as the first, cold, clumsy, hard, like the face of the chief as he lashed her with his leather Whip. Shuri closed her eyes, wincing at the remembrance. Unable to bear the sounds longer, she stamped her feet childishly and clapped her hands over her ears. Kazan ,stopped and moved towards her, smiling slightly. You don't like it? V But that's just how ugly you are inside, he added as her eyes flashed fire at him. You'd be ugly if you hadn,t eaten anything all day, she returned defiantly, and the reason I didn't was because I kicked Toni for laughing at my new dance. Now you know everything. Cho, young Amazon, such spirit! Then it's your own fault, Kazan re- plied, but in such a playful manner that Shuri could not be angry at him 'for calling her names. He didn't even reprove her. After a brief silence, Kazan started suddenly and glanced up at the sky. 'KLook! he said. Shuri instantly realized that it was no longer dark, and that a thin, opalescent haze, spreading over the heavens in the east, foretold dawn. Come, you must let me take you home. Shuri looked at his finely-cut features slowly and asked hesitatingly, VVill you play for me again Pl' Kazan felt his heart rush up into his throat. Had his music moved her so soon? Inside, he felt confused and quivering with eagerness, but out- wardly he nodded and smiled very slowly, as he tucked his violin under his chin. Wallqing down the lane beside him, Shuri watched his dark, handsome face which filled her with a strangely sweet feeling. Never before had she known what it was to like a person. Kazan was so different, he treated .her gently and the music he made thrilled her in an alarming manner. Beneath an ancient finger-post they parted, Kazan promising to play for her again, Shuri nodding delightedly. Then she fled for the caravan, happy. The changes that had come about in wicked little Shuri were evident enough to provoke the chief's com- ment, though he admitted he didn't know why she had so suddenly changed for the better. Even Shuri herself did not kno-w the reason. But Kazan knew. You were a hungry little soul, craving beauty and getting only ugli- ness. That is why you felt so happy when I played for you, he explained one evening, long after the fair. Shuri nodded. They were sitting on a stile together in the twilight of a summer evening. It's so wonderful, this new feel- ing, Shuri said softly, turning her head to stare up at Kazan. Your music was like the rain that blesses the thirsty ground and fills our earthen jars. Before, when people jeered at me, I hated them and said now Csigh- worse things back. But ingl I feel sorry that they should have such ugly thoughts and I want to tell them all the lovely things I can about you and the beautiful music you make. Kazan smiled tenderly. only one thing left, he There is said slowly,

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Tw5HriVQw1i3f Mrs. Roelzat The editor asked for an interview with Mrs. Rochat, and by a series of tactful questions elicited this information. Norma Roelzat Ca galliiuaufryj Afvffearanee: 8.10 a.m. at the latest. Disajifiearalizeez 3.35 p.1n. sharp. Disposition: Variable-best, the third Ilzdisjiositioizs: Last century-croup, period in the morning: Worst, at 3 whooping-cough and chicken poXg p.m. this century-measles, grippe and mal de mer-ONCE. Gravity: 120 lbs. Levity: Frowns upon it. Likes: Cross-country hikes Dis1ikeseSpearmint gum Steep hills Sea bathing Flying Gurry Epstein Psycho-analysis. Lemon pie. Perso1zals:X X X X X X X X X X Impersonals: Teaches French and Cdeleted by the censorj. German and likes her Work. Weakniesstisz Space does not permit. Favourite Quotation: Qui vivra Favourite Book: Cook Book. verra. Favourite Recipe: Premiere partie: Prenez un chevreuilg mettez dedans un cochon de lait, dans lequel vous introduirez une dinde. Dans cette dinde vous mettez un poularde, dans la poularde un faisan, dans le faisan une perdrix, dans la perdrix une becasse, dans la becasse une alouette, et dans 1'alouette une grosse olive. Deuxieme partie: Faites rotir pendant sept heures. Troisieme partie: jetez le chevreuil, le cochon de lait, la dinde, la poularde, le faisan, la perdrix, la becasse, l'alouette, et mangez l'olive. 31