Kentucky Home School for Girls - Pandaisia Yearbook (Louisville, KY)

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BETTY ANNE EZELL KATHARINE BILLINGSLEY WATHEN '4Nothing great was ever achieved without Laugh and the world laughs with you, weep and 77 77 enthusiasm. you weep alone. JEANNE PEPIN ROACH ALICE JANE ABBOTT NA little knowledge is a dangerous thing. Hsoft is the music that would charm forever. CTI- 0'

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1 HELEN LOUISE HICKMAN MARY PAXTON HICKMAN A horse! A horse! My kingdom for a horse. Some trust in Chariots, and some in horsesf' I , DIANA ALLMAN LATHAM MARY ANNETTE POULOS I '4And ever upon the topmost roof our banner '4Rejoice, give thanks and sing. of England hlew.'7 N ine

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'Glhe Stallion E stood with his ankles and his nose buried deep in the soft green grass which sur- rounded him. Slowly, very slowly, he nibbled his way from the cool shade of the trees to the bright summer sunlight which fell slant- wise across his back, turning his coat from polished mahogany to dark red, lit with gold from the sun itself. Not once did he raise his head from the grass, except when an occasional fly hummed lazily overhead, and then with a single swift movement he tossed his silken mane to the skies, stamped his foot, and flicked his long black tail across his back. Through his veins ran the blood of many kings, and his name was printed in the thick black book. Knowing this, he was arrogant and proud and wasted no love on any man. Let them step from his path when he approached and move quickly in attendance to his smallest wish. He was a king above all kings, for there was no rival to his throne and no successor. All day he roamed the pasture without disturbance. and when the shadows grew long and dark, he re- turned to the quiet comfort of his stall. To an observer it would seem that he had the best of life and could want no more. Sometimes he would raise his head suddenly from the grass, hearing perhaps the loud, clear call of a bugle or the thunder of hoofs racing close behind him, and it would be then that he would leap forward and run round and round the pasture, stretching his long, strong legs in front of him as far as they would go. But there was never anyone to race with him, and he would soon tire of it and go back to his grazing with the sweat white and foaming on his neck as it had been in a yester- day of long ago, only then there had been others to run with him. But that was in the years that had come and gone, never to return. Now he must be content with the greenness of the grass, the blue of the sky, the warm sunlight and the shade, and always he was glad of the shade. Helen Hickman, ,43 51101151115 I walked down to the sea one night, The air was cool and clean, The moon was full, the stars shone bright, No better sight could e'er be seen. And as I walked, I thought I saw The coast of England, strong and fair, Gleaming in the moonlight, serene as before. I cried to her, she did not hear. For it was just a dream I had Of days now long gone by, When all was peaceful, nothing sad, And soldiers did not have to die. Diana Latham, ,43 Eleven