Latin School of Chicago - Sigillum Yearbook (Chicago, IL)

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AN HOUR WITH A HORSE I most certainly shall never forget that eventful moment when I was introduced to a horse for the first time in my life, and had the experience of my first riding lesson. I remember it just as well as if it were yesterday. I happened to be up at camp, and as I walked into the stables, it seemed as if every horse was eyeing me distrust- fully, and was saying to himself, I-Iuhl I-Iere comes an amateurf' All of the horses sensed that I was afraid, for they looked at me with an expression of contempt. I'Iowever, when I reached the riding teacher, she tried to console me, and ex- plained at great length how to get on and off a horse. As I proceeded to throw one Ieg over the horse, which seemed a mile or two from the nice, soft ground, he turned around, looked at me, pinned both of his ears back flat against his head, and showed his teeth. I smiled at him in a reassuring way, but it did not seem to have much effect. Well, anyway, I managed to get on the beast, and, by degrees, I found out how to manipulate the reins. But this was just the beginningl When we began to trot, I had an extremely queer sensation come over me. Whenever the horse came up, I went down on the saddle with a thud, and then it would begin all over again. Bump, Bump . . . After a long hour, I succeeded in dismounting, my brain in a whirl and my legs very weak. When I sat down, I found it almost impossible to get up again, I was so stiff. Even that night, as I lay in bed, I could still feel the motion of the horse. Bump, Bump, Bump .... ' ' mum LANE, ciee seven. CHRISTOPHERS MY SISTER T O A S T Tony is my little sister Little Christopher loves his toast She's very, very cute. He ITOICIS It ih the CIIV- Sometimes she makes a lot of noise And then he throws it all about, , PI ' h II t , I'le really doesn t care Gylng on er U e She sometimes is so funny He feeds it to his elephant, And She SGYS Such Silly things I'Ie feeds it to his horse, She's goto little bunny And then he feeds his little self ,Amd G DOVVOI with ,GOI Wings. And swallows it, of course. MARY SUSAN SNYDER IDAUI-A PAEPCKE, Class Five Class Five MOTHER WAS RIGHT I am a little turkey, and my mother calls me Bill. Some people think that dieting is harmful, but I will tell you how it once saved my life. It was getting near Thanksgiving, and I was wondering why my brother had stopped eating. Une day my mother said, Bill, you had better stop eating if you donbt want to be killed. UWhy,', I asked. h mother said, I thought you knew. Your brother knows. See how thin e is. 'But why has that anything to do with my being killed? UWelI,H said mother, uevery Thanksgiving men come into the yard and take the fattest turkeys and send them to the city, where they are killed for Thanksgiving. Now you had better stop eating. HQhH, I said, they won't kill men, and I walked away. So I kept on eating till I got so fat all I could do was to wobble and gobble. Then about a week before Thanksgiving some men came into the yard. They went into the pen where we turkeys were and began picking us over. They put mother and brother, who by this time were auite thin, into a corner with some other thin turkeys, but they put me into a pen with the fat ones. Then I began to think about what mother had said, and I realized she was right. Then and there I started on a diet, After several days two men came into our yard to put us in crates to send 77

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August'I'l Kousoffky, County of Borosna, State ofchirnegev. Anuta: I'lasten awayl Soldiers of the Czar are in the village and are keeping close watch on our estate. You are known, you must escape. MYRA I-Iotel Marin Igausanrge, Switzerlgnd eptem eriQ, 'l9'I Dear Greataunt, I hope you have not worried about me. I sent Paul B. to you in the guise of a hungry peasant to say that I am safe. My activities had been successful, and I was unknown, when, somehow, twelve of our members were discovered and executed. In the middle of' the night paul B. pounded on my door and shouted, 'fbscapel We are known. Dressed as a hunchbacked old peasant woman, I drove o cart piled high with hay to Nezhin, where I was to seek the hut of Uncle Peter. I-lis wife would hide me. I rode all night at a snail's pace, and just as white streaks began to appear in the sky, I saw a hut-athen, another' rand gradually the town came into sight as the light increased. My relief was indescribable. But so was my fright, for I encountered a drunken peasant and asked the way to Uncle Peters Fortunately, his wits appear- ed quite befuddled, and after informing me, he dropped onto a doorstep and went to sleep. I later learned from Uncle Peters wife that he was one of us, and had been stationed there to watch for me. I remained with Uncle peter a month and was then smuggled over the border into Switzerland. So ends the tale. I shall leave for America as soon as possible. I am eager for peace. Your loving ANUTA GLORIA MINCI-IIN DEBGRAI-I AERA!-IIVISGN '42 GETTING UP IN THE MORNING from somewhere in the room comes a familiar buzzing sound. Turning over almost silently and cautiously opening one eye, I ask myself if it could possibly be the alarm clock. My conscience at once assures me that it is, and almost as quickly my bad self assures me that my conscience is wrong. preferring to believe my bad self, I turn over, and settle down under the covers for a long sleep. xlust as I begin to fall into that pleasant state, my sense of righteousness bears down upon me. Once more-and I hope for the last time+I turn over, and look blankly at the clock. Again it jangles. I throw back the cover abruptly and sit up in bed. I hesitate for just a moment, looking over what at the time seems a great length of rug. In that moment I begin to freeze, so, getting quickly to my feet, I make a dash for the radiator. Lean- ing against this comfortable place, I reach out my hand and grope for the window. Finding it, I close it with a bang. Since I can close the window and keep warm at the same time, I see no reason, except that itfs a little farther than the window, why I can't turn off the alarm and keep warm too. I stretch out a hand. It doesnft auite reach but after making several attempts I do reach the button and silence the buzzer. Surprisingly, after all this exercise, I am still sleepy, and so, when I pass my bed on the way to the bathroom, I look at it longingly, climb back in, and pull the covers over my head. NANCY KOCI-IS, Class Eight. T6

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us to the city, When one of the men caught me, I was so thin that he called to the other man, HI-Iey, Tom, how did this here turkey get in this here pen? I-lefs too thin to eat this year, Therefore to my delight I found myself in the yard with mother and the rest of my family. You may like Thanksgiving but to me it is just a pain in BETTY KENNARD, Class Six. A QUAKER MEETING Prudence sat straight and still on one of the narrow, high-backed pews of the little frame Meeting I-louse. Not a sound could be heard except an occasional rustle of skirts as a devout woman went down on her knees. prudence looked up a minute from under the brim of her gray bonnet and caught a friendfs eye, but her mother nudged her sternly and she bowed her head again. Cn her left side sat all the men and boys in their wide, white collars and tall, silver-buckled hats. Some little boys fidgeted uncomfortably, longing to be able to see out of the painted-over windows. The clock ticked on and on from the bare wall, Prudence looked down at her shoes. I-Iow shabby they werel She wondered when her mother would get her a new pair. I-Ier dress was worn, too, even if it was her Sunday one. She wished she could have a silk one like the one her best friend Phoebe had. And she would like to have a woolen cloak like .lanes too. Suddenly she stopped her thoughts with a jerk. What things to be thinking of on the Sabbath, and in the Meeting I-louse, tool She tried to remember the verse she had learned from the Bible that morning, but her foot was going to sleep and the uncushioned pew was dreadfully uncomfortable. She turned her head a very little and looked at her mother, who was sitting very still, with her work-worn hands lying motionless in her lap. lt was strange to see her mother's hands still. In Meeting f-louse was the only time Prudence could remember having seen them so. And her mother's face was so quiet and peaceful as she prayed to herself, so different from the way it it usually was at home. prudence turned her head still more and gazed down the row of quiet, care-lined faces. Every one was praying except herself, she thought, and perhaps Phoebe, and maybe those little children down in the front row. With difficulty she restrained a yawn. Suddenly the bell clanged, shattering the stillnes. prudence jumped and stood up quickly. lt seemed to her that everyone filed out so slowlyl When she reached the door, she breathed in deeply the crisp cold air and then ran out on the snow. MARY MQDOUGAL, Class Eight. the neck. DREAMS When midnight mists come creeping And all the world is sleeping Around me tread the mighty dead And slowly pass away. Lo, warriors, saints, and sages From out the vanished ages, With solemn pace and reverend face Appear and pass away I watch them in my dreaming, With steps my brain is teeming, Nor from my heart will they depart 'Till I shall pass away. SALLY ANNE RYAN, Class Seven THE FLOOD The flood swept over M:1rathon's plain, Marathon, a high, mountainous land. lt was mad wild water and a dark rain, That stretched like a mighty hand. In this dark, mad water was pain, pain, for Athenels fair land. Till, from I3Iataea a small thunder bolt came, To help Athene push back this hand. Then turned the mad water and dark rain Turned from the mountainous land. The dark jeweled water became a stain, Cn the white Aegean Sand. KITTY MCLENNAN, Class Seven