Humboldt High School - Life Yearbook (St Paul, MN)

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REHITIITSCCIICC BY DoRoTHY MisY13Rs ments cards pictures all the other little details of that occasion are i-9016305 matter-of-factly met with and disposed of, I am filled with a vague disappointment. I wonder whether some others of you seniors will have that sense of unrealness, of detachment, from it all when you step up to S GRADUATION night approaches slowly but surely, and announce: take your diplomas. A diplomafsevering absolutely the last tiny connection, the positive proof that high school days are really over for ever. Many things, varied experiences, happy days, sad days, exultant, carefree, youthful days, and blue, wretched days-all these go to make up that comparatively small part of human lifefAthat short three years at high school. Through eight yearsvof grade school ygou look with wonder, awe, and adoration at the boys and girls that go in and out of that huge, mysterious building, a high school. Vague ideas of the activities in its halls are gathered from scraps of conversation between your older brothers and sisters and their friends. , I A Soon you are in high school yourself. You are slightly disappointedgit is not so wonderful, after all. Everything is pre-arranged: it is only a day after day routine. But you find friends, there are parties, entertainments, happy diversions such as were not known in grade school days. Still, however, you subconsciously look forward to the next, the junior year. A year passes-you are a junior. The whole social year revolves around one huge star, the biggest, most talked-of event in the year-the J. S. It is planned on for months. Its wonders are discussed and debated. You listen with profoundest attention when anyone who has been there speaks. You have been to many dances, but, of course, this is to be entirely different-it could not be the same. The day comes-and goes. After all, it is only a dance. Most of its glamour and wonder has been supplied by imagination. There is a' pageant of beautiful clothes, shaded lights, music-a few short hours, and it is over. Again that vague disappointment. Is it really over? Were you really there? But, you think, next year, the senior year, will, of course, be wonderful. Now the senior year is almost gone. too. But yet there is still something else to look forward to. Commencement night, the parties and entertainments con- nected with it. Time passes quickly. however-the play of high school days is rapidly drawing to a close. XVhat will be my feeling when at last the doors close behind me for the last time? Will it again be with that sense of unrealness, that feeling that it is not really I who am leaving there? Will it be with disappointment again or with a thrill at the thought of the work that is to fill the next years of my life and the adventures ahead? Page Fifuf

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Natalicfs Decision BY lVlII.DRED Kumi ATALIE GREY walked slowly on through Sunnyside Woods. Her .Y thoughts were far from the pretty flowers blossoming along the sides tE?9?gfF?l of the path she was following. So great a problem filled her mind in the trees. that she was unaware of the birds singing and the squirrels chattering Don Smith, a rich city man, had proposed to her, and she was to give her answer that day. Don was a happy-go-lucky, fat young man who possessed all the wealth any designing mother of a marriageable girl could desire. But one thing was lacking-that was love. Natalie loved Keith Woodwell, a poor, energetic farmer. Born of poor parents, Natalie had experienced many hardships, so the thought of marrying money and ending all her drudgery tempted her greatly. In her earlier years, Natalie, when in trouble, had often come to the woods for consolation. So now again she came to it to settle the greatest problem of her life, She sat down at the foot of a giant oak tree beside which ran a little babbling brook. The moss around the foot of the tree made an ideal cushion. Soon the troubled girl was wrapped in the arms of the great comforter-Sleep. It seemed to Natalie that a great white cloud settled on the ground and then ascended. But the reason for its trip to earth was soon made apparent, for, as it rose, scores of graceful little people with beautifully colored wings appeared and danced in the chequered shade of the tall oak trees. Three fairies, Riches, Love, and Experience danced so close to Natalie that she could hear their conversation. Experience was saying in a sad voice, HYou certainly cause a great deal of trouble, Riches. Yes, I know I do, replied Riches. 'But I certainly try to do right. Many of the people in the world would be very wretched if I did not supply them with wealth. Riches are not all that count, said Love. 'AWhat would the world be without love and friendship? You are right, my child, agreed Experience. HThe other day I chanced to pass 'a beautiful mansion. I saw a miserable woman bewailing the fact that she had married for money and so had lost happiness. That is a very good example of how the lust for comfort and money deprives one of the better things in life, soulfully mourned Love as she flitted away. 'Alt is much better to work hard for someone you love and gain happiness by it than to be idle and unhappy with plenty of money. We must be off! cried the leader of the fairies. So each one mounted a leaf and flew away. Natalie awoke and rubbed her eyes. Was it a dream or was it real? Had the fairies tried to warn her? Dream or no dream, the fairies dancing in the chequered shade of the oak trees had decided the question for her. She heard a familiar voice calling her. NatalieY Oh, Natalief' I'm coming, Keith, she answered with a happy ring in her voice. For always, she added to herself. Pagq Sir gm, .