Kent High School - K Yearbook (Kentland, IN)

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Wanting is-what? Summer redundant, Blueness abundant,- Where is the blot? Beamy the world, yet a blank all the same, Framework which waits for a picture to frameg What of the leafage, what of the flower? Roses embowering with naught they embower! Come then, complete incompletion, O comer, Paint through the blueness, perfect the summer! Breathe but one breath Rose-beauty above, And all that was death Grows life, grows love, Grows love! -Browning. ---------M-----M. 20 ----A-xx: A-----U sixty

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ooocES55q:-:f -- .,,.,,.,, ----:r4:---1 45 ----- v- --------f- - The Girl in the Picture-Continued Do you find it hard to believe me? he went on. I need not swear to you that I did not murder the girl, nor do I believe she took her own life. She was a stranger to these parts, and evidently attempted to do so, with the result we know. I was constantly coming across her. The first time she spoke to me and said that she was lonely. Would you have had me answer her brutally? Forgive me again for what I am going to say. You will be doubt- ful, but I swear that what I did for her I felt I was doing for you. Still the girl did not speak. She told me she was going away, the man continued, and asked me, since she had no friends, to write her a little note saying goodbye, to take away with her. It was a fancy on her part, she said, and would make her feel less lonely. Would you have had me refuse? A little cry broke from the lips of the girl. The man moved as though he would have gone to her, but controlled himself, went on- How could I guess the outcome of it all? That what I had written should be found on her dead body, with piteous words of farewell added from herself, and also endearing terms? I had talked to her about you, he went on. She knew that I was living for your arrival. I had written to you about her. If she had not insisted that she must go away then and there I wanted you to meet her. I have told you all, said the man. Will you send me away un- forgiven ? The girl raised her face and showed eyes full of tears. Come near, she said, I have my confession to make. When I arrived the day after your arrest I got permission to see the body of the girl. He started. but Eleanor went on. What you had said about her in your letters inter- ested me. I had a sister. She went away. We never heard from her again, and my parents never recovered from the blow. Home was never the same again. She cast a great shadow on all our lives, yet I loved her. I thought one day we would surely meet, and we have met, but she was dead. Then I wondered if she was going to take you from me, as she had taken my parents. That -and she pointed to the picture- is she, not I, as you have always thought. She was my twin. Changed she must have been when you met her, but you saw me in her, you say. All this time the man never stirred. Let us lay her to rest somewhere in the sunshine, said the girl, for though she brought shadows to others, she walked in them herself. And now, she said, will you leave me ? She rose. I love you with a double love. The man looked up at the picture, and then at the living girl. He stretched out his hands and felt her warm ones clasp his. The light from the fire showed two faces glorified. 5- 20 2. ANA U-- sixty-five

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oq:---- gn' :::::::::::::::::::::::::::p Q4::::::I:2:22:::::::: ..t----Y .... -- ..... -- .... ...A --- .,,,.....,...........oooooooo0000 -v- .... ,,--v,,---------1--- Perfectly Killing QBy Glenn E. Duttenhaverb Yes, he had a sober expression. There wasn't any doubt about it. When the nurse handed him to his mother the first time, she looked at him, then burst into tears. I just know he'll be a preacher, she said, look at that face! And the nurse, being Irish, was also optimistic and there- fore said, cheer up, mum, maybe he won't be no worse than an undertakerf' After she said it she vowed that young Truxton Smith Junior had given her a solemn look. It was, she said, perfectly killing. All through childhood he clung to that graveyard ex- pression, and it just naturally clung to him in his later life fro-mforce of habit. But that honest-to-goodness look and that I'm a pessimist expression concealed one of the most optimistic, rollicking natures ever found outside of Irish parentage. His school days were the bane of the school. He was the despair of the college professors, and the pride of the schol- ars. There wasn't a joke too preposterous for him to put across, and he'd do it with a face befitting a chief mourner at his pet pup's funeral. He won for himself the nickname Monk. In dramatics he was a scream, and the center of attrac- tion in the college play, being the hero, the heroine's net poodle and the piano lamp. He was, as some of the girls on the front row remarked, perfectly killing. After his college days were over, Truxton Smith Junior set out, as they always do, to the city to seek his fortune. He wasn't a bit more enthusiastically received by the citi- zens there than most young fortune-seekers. His face grew more and more solemn as time went on. He went from place to place to be refused work and his fuperal expression proved an obstacle almost unsurmount- ab e. One day Smith chanced to walk past a movie studio, and as he gravely considered going in, a frantic man in shirt sleeves rushed out of the building, seized him by the arm and dragged him in. You a minister he barked? Ever act? Got a job? Want one? Here's your rig, crawl into it and appear in five niinutes as a clergyman. Monk had had time to only nod three negatives and an affirmative, when, to the surprise of the movie man, the sober faced individual threw a series of cart wheels. around as a pivot on a convenient bench. flopped back to him fthe managerl, flung his arms around him in a joyous hug, all the time maintaining his solemn mien. Well, I'm doggonedj' choked the director when his breath was regained. 'Ja' do that often ? Then, well hurry up and appear in three minutes. Monk lost no time in costuming and appearing. His part was very minor, being merely to act as a minister in a zo y-sex' n