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

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4 EDWEEWUSEUIW NTT ELLA -P E HL BEAUTY SALON IF YOUR HAIR IS NOT BECOMING TO YOU, YOU SHOULD BE COMING TO US! ! I Room 208 936 N. Michigan Ave. Phone Sup. 9437-Del. 3694 Say It With Flowersu C. H. BOOKEDIS The Michigan Boulevard Florist 944 N. MICHIGAN AVE., CHICAGO Opposite Drake Hotel SUP. 1789 ROBERT G. REGAN CO. BUILDING CONSTRUCTION CHICAGO JOHN F. CARNEGIE, INC. CHEMISTS Est. 1888 O. LISEC, R.PII. 116 E. Oak St. Sup. 3046 CHICAGO

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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

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