Le Roy Central School - O At Kan Yearbook (Le Roy, NY)

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, she had never done The sound of heavy engines slowly died away as the Page Twenty-two T H E R E D A N D B L A C K Commencement Number The Fairy As he lay late afternoon of miles over had wandered in the short. green grass. in the glory of a sun. Dennis I-!ryn's thoughts were thousands sea. Work was over for the day and he away from his fellow laborers to be alone. This new country was strange to him. He had come to America but six short months ago: and had obtained work with a company that was constructing a great water sys- tcm. Dennis was interested in this great construction that was to supply water for thousands' of city dwellers and he enjoyed his work, though it was but digging the great ditches for the pipes. sun sank lower and lower: the shouts and laughter of tl1e men in the shacks were subdued and hushed- The rugged hills and winding river melted away into a soft rolling country. Dennis saw a tiny yard fenced in by a stone wall. over which a vine grew in reckless profusion, thrust- ing its pinky dewy blossoms saucily over the path, which led to a tiny, low, thatched stone cottage. In the door- way of the cottage sat h-is mother, a sweet kindfaced woman with some knitting in her hands. He longed for the day when he would have saved enough to bring' her to him but it seemed very far distant. As Dennis lay musing and dreaming of the little cot- tage at Restevor, he heard a wee voice at his elbow pipe out. uwhat is it that's a burdening your mind. Dennis Bryn? A fine. handsome. young lad such as the likes of you should have no use with dour looks. Dennis jumped. He looked all around him. No one was in sight. What was the trouble with him? Had he been dreaming? No. again he heard the wee voice. Shure and this line country has made you forget old friends. You used to be looking for me down by tl1e old crab apple tree in the dark o' the moon. This time Dennis discovered the pert intruder perched on the brian of his hat. She was dressed in a shining green gown. and was swaying back and forth like a thistle down laughing a rippling. silvery laugh of glee. As Dennis spied her. she skipped from her lofty perch and clapped her hands. immediately, from behind racks and bushes the tiniest. gay-est throng he had ever seen danced forth. Some arrayed in airiest gossamer gown: others in tiny green 9 cloaks- Round and round Dennis they danced and circled till he fairly grew dizzy watching tl1eI11. Then, as quickly as they had coine they were gone. leaving only the littlest, fairest one in the green gown, who once more tripped upon the brim of Dennis' hat- Well. Dennis. I'll be after giving you just 0119 wish, lie quick aoout it. I have very important business to be attending to this very evening. Quick as a Hash Dennis replied. I would be after wishi11 'I might have me good mother 'here soon, A line wish, me lad. and ye'll be getting that same. lVith another skip and a tinkle of silver bells she was gone. D-fnnis jumped to his feet and looked around. The sun had sunk far below the western horizon illlll the great full, red moon was peeping over th plain- He went back to camp with last he had seen the fairies whom h e lowest edge of the a light heart, for at had been seeking on t e moonlight nights for the better part of his eighteen sum- lIl6I'S. With the promise of the fairy ringing in his ears. Den- nis worked happily and more enthusiastically than ever. A little later, he received a promoition and before many months he was able to send enough to bring her to America. From the time of the meeting money to his mother on the moonlit hill. Dennis prospered. The fairy had not foretold all the good that was to befall him but she felt the fairies more good than she had done that night. The fairies are rather missed people and they are very sad when people scoE at the idea of their existence, but Dennis after working at night learned to Dut l to good use. He became one of tl fairly tales. But this was not -all, mis knowledge of fairies ae greatest authors of for as all good stories end, he married the princess and lived happily ever after. -The Scribbler. Queer Fashions in Engagement Rings Romance was not associated v when they first came into vogue. They :ith engagement rings are said to have origi- nated to hold the absent minded man to his bargain until the wedding- During the second century B. C., the ring on the fourth linger of the of betrothal. This particular finger a belief, prevalent to the times, tha women began to wear left hand as a symbol was used because of it this iinger was con- nected by a special vein to the heart. In Russia, the ring was worn 1 France, they wore it on the middle Jn the foreiinger. I11 finger. In the seven- teenth country. English women displwayed it on the thumb. At one period. the ring consistei 1 of three hoops, loop- ed together into what was known as the puzzle ring. On the wedding day. the bride, the gi friend took a hoop as a symbol. The engagement ring was used many centuries. It was not given f but was at first. as essential to hon pan. The wife was given a plain '00lll, and an intimate as a wedding ring for or sentimental reasons. sekeeping as a frying- gold ring with a key attached, so that she. and she only, could have access to the household goods. The wedding ring was adopted about 860. A. D. During the genera been alternately plain and elaborat, Francis G: UI thought Ceasar Russell: 'tHe is, isn't he? Francis G: No. Miss McCabe by the Anglo-Saxons tions since then. it has 'iola L. Barker '26. was dead. says she teaches him-

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Commencement Number T H E R E D A N D B L A C K Page Twenty-one of our youth to face the te1'rors of the machines of war Should this condition of strife and struggle in which at the present time most of our brethern in Europe are i11- volved, continue for very long, we as a race will become so weakened that it will be impossible for us to withstand or check any encroachments of those other peoples upon our ideals- This would not only mean the downfall of Christianity. but a dilferent type of civilization. Let us, therefore take immediate steps toward a safe and lasting peace among nations. that we may give to the children of our posterity advantages, better, or at least equal to those which our ancestors so graciously bestowed upon us- A permanent world peace cannot be had without effort and sacriiice. That we may reap the benetits of such a co-operation among nations, we must give up our selfish ideals: we must halt our greedy grasp for materialistic gain and enter more into the field of cultureg we must broaden our views and rise above the predjuices which have so long blinded our vision: and last, but far from least we must learn to have a decent regard for our co- workers and their endeavors. Let us make our institutions as impregnable to attacks as the rocks of Gibraltar. In a word :-let each and everyone of us in unison advance this greatest movement of the ages, so that when our sturdy forefathers look down upon our efforts, they may recognize them as an outgrowth of that tiny seed planted in '76 which has grown to such proportions that it envelops all the nations, and promises to give dominance to the White Race in a world at peace. -George Jones. Our Highest Duty This nation has a great inheritance, an inheritance which we should value. Our country is built upon a rock foundation, and will be secure as long as those ideals, which are its life are respected. What are these ideals? It has been this idea of equality that has brought to our shore the best types from other lands. This sense of equality has kindled the tire of ambition in the hearts of millions and led to that individual advancement that ill total forms the motive power of civilization. But it is long since economy has been regarded as a virtue. There has been great extravagance of time, of money, of ability. Everywhere there has been a tendency to get away from old ideals,-equality, happiness, economy, liberty. Not always the person best iitted for a position or a public oilice secures it. There is a ma'd rush for happiness, which can 11ever be attained. l-lxtravagance is rampant, and personal liberty, rather than the welfare of the people as a whole, is the order of the day. Classmates: For four years we have been working toward this goabdeveloping the ideals that will govern our later lives.We take this opportunity to express our gratitude to the Board of Education, who have been so tireless in considering what is best for the school, Mr. Taylor, our able superin- tendent, and the faculty who have labored, not only to teach us languages, and science, and history: but who have endeavored to ilnplant the highest ideals. We will go, some to other institutions of learning: others to our chosen work. But, whatever step we take. today our horizons widen. Let us take with us into this broader life the tirm resolve to uphold with all our strength the ideals that have made America great, the ideals on which depend to a great degree the future of our nation-equality, happi- ness, economy, liberty. And now farewell, and yet, 'tis not farewell, if farewell means to fare alone and disunited- God hath set our days to music in the self same tune. -Florence Ganiard. I wonder why So perfect in So free from So much like Perhaps they The emblems Flowers God made the flowers. beauty and grace: all earthly pollution, his own loving face, are mirrors of Heaven of all that is best, The glories of sunrise at morning Reflected at eve in the west. -A Thot- T'was a night in middle summer, And the air was fresh and free. Then some music came a floating, O'er the balmy southe1'n sea. And as I sat and listened, With my head within my hands, I thought of all the crimes I'd done Way od in foreign lands. The notes then came in louder yet: I could not run away, For a hand unseen was holding me, A Holding me at bay. The agony I sudered, was, Most terr'ble to behold. And I felt my hands and then my feet, Turn a frozen icy cold. And then I knew that I must die For to live would be in vain When listening to such music That would drive a man insane- But how can man die better Than to go off all alone. And listen to George Darby With his wicked saxaphone? W. Bishop, getting, facetious in English III A bird is a vehicle with a head and a tail

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Commencement Number T H E R E D A N D B L A C K P T - h age wenty t ree The Turtle Wins the Day The eyes of every girl in the study hall of Crandalton High School watched. with ill-concealed admiration, the new boy as he strolled nonchalantly up the aisle. The boys were watching him also, but not with approval. He realized the sensation he was creating and quite enjoyed it. 'The girls thought him stunningg medium height, slen- der, light hair, which shown resplendently with recent application of hair-groom, gray tweed sport suit cut i11 the latest fashion. and, what offended the other boys the most, a lavender silk shirt. They felt suddenly conscious of their comfortably rolled shirt sleeves or rough sweaters. ' Lee I-lrayford, athletic to the backbone, hissed one word i11 the ear of the red haired boy who occupied the next seat. Slicker! Buddy M4-Allister nodded his brilliant head- Scotch he was. but his hair was not the sandy color peculiar to his country men. It was just plain red. One liked his face instantly. wide-set brown eyes that seemed always to be laughing, a straight nose, and firm chin. He smiled now as he answered, Looks that way but you IIBVQI' can tell from appearances. Everyone was back early that noon and the new mem- ber of U. H. S. was the general topic of conversation, where- as the outcome of the Base Ball season had before occu- pied all thoughts. Nora U'Malley shot Buddy a mischieveous glance from her blue eyes. I think he's just marvelous, she mur- mured in her litling I1'ish accent. His folks have taken the big house on the hill. And isn't his name romantic though? Percival Anthony Chesterton. the Boston Ches- tertons, you know. Buddy's face clouded. Aw, Nora, I didn't suppose you were like the rest of these girls. falling for all that rot. The battle was on. This was what Nora had been waiting for. The rivalry between Scotch and Irish was never lll0l'0 keen than between Scotch-American Buddy and Irish-American Nora- Indeed? tossing her dark curls. I think it would be well if certain boys in this school would polish up a little. All that some of you think of is athletics. Don't you suppose we girls like someone who is rather gal- hint? Rats! retorted Buddy heatedly. That's it! Fall for a guy that looks like a collar-ad! Well. it's a 20011 thing some one came along to entertain you girls. for most of us have got to concentrate 011 base ball if we are going to beat Benton this season. For an instant interest lighted Nora's vivid little face. The big game with Benton! Benton, their old rival, Wh0 had sent them to an ignominious defeat last year. They must win! Uh. they must. She only shrugged, however. Base ball. always base ball. Here comes Percival now. I think he would look like Rudolf Valentino of he were dark instead of light: don't you? I imagine he da11c- cs divinely. Buddy stalked off indignantly and the minute his back was turned Nora began to giggle, Nora, Nora, remonstrated her friend. Edith Ander- son. Why do you delight in plaguing that poor boy? He is so awfully modest about his athletic accomplishments. too- Here comes Dot Brayford with Mr. Chesterton. At least we are going to meet him. In the days that followed Buddy became more and more bewildered. He could not understand the sudden change in Nora. There had been a dance in the gym Fri- day night of the week after Percival's arrival. Buddy had neglected to speak of it, particularly to Nora, for he always took her to the high school dances. Friday after- noon when he had mentioned it she had retorted airily, Oh, I'm going with Percival Chesterton. He asked me YVednesday. Sorry! And she had been sorry afterwards when she saw the hurt look in his eyes as he turned away- Buddy sat silently with some of the other boys and watched the dancers, instead of taking part. Always his eyes follow- ed KANora's Iiame colored dance frock. Nor was Percival's attentiveness lost on Buddy. Had he been a little older and less honest with himself he would have taken Edith or Dot and pretended that he didn't care. But deceit had been left out of Buddy's make-up so he stole away early and went for a ride in The Turtle. This was a sport car which he had built on a Ford chassis and painted a flashing green. It was the horror of the whole family. Buddy, however, had a stubborn will of his own. Ride in the family car he would not. The Turtle conveyed him wherever he wished to go. -As he tu1'ned into l'ourt street after his ride he saw an expensive car stop before N0l'2l'S home. He heard a familiar laughing voice and then Percival speaking. He drove swiftly past. Hello, Buddy. came Nora's voice- Buddy did not answer. The next morning Buddy awoke. hating the whole universe- In the days that followed. his heart was tilled with bitterness. Nora had failed him. Ever since the day seven years before, XVIM-ill the 0'Malleys had nioved into the corner house on Uourt St.. these two had been friends- Now this Percival person had arrived from Boston and it was only natural that Nora should be flattered by his attentions. Before, she had played ball and roller- skated after school. They had worked out the plans for The Turtle together. Nora. perched perilously on the top rail of the back fence, had watched him and her big brother. Jim. build it. She had even chosen the bright green paint and helped apply it. But now she was weigh- ed down by the oppressive dignity of her sixteen years. Where before she had been bubbling over with enthusiasm for all school activities. she had acquired an air of com- plete boredom. That was not all. Nora. as a last touch of sophistication. had put her hair up. When in the presence of this new Nora. Buddy. a year and a half her senior. felt like a crude little boy. Their easy comradship of former days had vanished completely.