Lincoln School - Lambre Quin Yearbook (Providence, RI)

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Sixty Oak Blulls. the old camp-meeting ground: The Tabernacle, with its silver dome and sil- ver cross Outlined by lights that shine across the har- bor in the night, XfVith its encircling colony of gingerbread cot- tages, Each one a fantasy, an architectural night- mare, Quaint and clustered all together in a maze. One night in sunnner lt all is lighted by swaying, gay paper lan- terns, A lire halard perhaps, but a living, moving bit Ol' colorful past-the people gather and sing hymns. Oak Bluffs, the ocean side: XVhere the biggest houses stand looking out across the sea, Across the park, where bands give concerts on an odd Victorian stand, Where children play, and sail toy boats in a make-believe pond. Oak Blulfs, the harbor side: The town wharf that neatly segregates the classes- l'leasure Craft Only , and This End ol' Dock for Fishing Boats. The Ice-chopper clanks away, grinding tons of ice for a Fishermans holdg The delivery wagon brings a hundred pound cake for the ice-box Of the yacht tied up at the end ol' the pier. People walk endlessly up and down, inspect- ing each slip, And then hire bright little paddle-boats to cruise about the harbor. Oak Bluffs: camp-meeting ground, main drag, Town dock, and big houses lacing the sea- Oak Bluffs, a contrast . . . The road to Edgartown, a long. narrow strip Stretched out along the beach-one side, the ocean: The other, a still lagoon. At sunset The lagoon glows pink and lavender, and gray gulls NVheel in a red sky before settling down for night. The beach is almost deserted then, for eve- ning shadows are cool. At night, beneath the moon, the sea becomes A black silhouette. breaking white on the sands, And grasses on the dunes swish softly in the wind- he road is there to bridge the two eterni- ties . . . T Edgartown, where the lleet is in: the har- bor's hlled To overflowing with boats and masts and flagsg There is a big black schooner sporting a set of outsize signals, And the Bolero with sails lurled neatly in blue covers On silvery aluminum masts. There are white boats, Blue boats, black boats, green boats, power boats, sail boats- Large and small, hut everywhere boats, boats and brightly colored llags, Beneath a gay blue sky full ol' whipped cream clouds. South Beach. that long expanse of sand That faces towards Nantucket, and toward Spain. The waves are always big here. They come in l'oamy-crested. Curling over and rushing whitely, purring, up the beach. QYou there. with the binoculars, trying to sec Nantucket- l'ut them down and tome and I'ecl South Beach. Feel it shake as the waves crash in-lake oll' your shoes And leel the foaming waters carry the sands away, Feel them slip from beneath your toesg feel the water Swirl and pull about your ankles, coaxing you in deeper, Until a bigger wave can playfully soak your clothes.j Sometimes the sea is angry. and the waves come in like mountains Being blasted, the barriers of water crashing down With mighty roars and rumbles. covering the sands YVith their wreckage. QThen indeed can you l'eel the beach, lt quakes beneath you, and the blown spray from waves Comes up to meet you standing there atop the dunes. And forms a salty crust upon your skin: the wind X'Vreaks havoc with your hairj -You must feel South Beach. To know it, to love it .

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stay in a hotel, but hts mother would not think of it at such a time, with two girls in school and another son in college. 'l'hcy'd come on the live o'clock and arrive in plenty of time. Patil had thought this all out the night be- fore, but now as he stood at the top of the platform he began thinking of the real pur- pose of all this worrying and family reunion. His brother had just been ordained into the priesthood. He had finished his studies with top honors and had been assigned as curate of the Greenwich Village church where he was about to say. for the first time, the holy office of Mass. Patil remembered him as a boy, always his superior in school and always with the deep ambition to become a priest. And now. on this Saturday morning, May I7. I9-17. he was beginning the life that had been his child- hood goal. just then, l'aNul's thoughts were interrupted by a shrill voice calling his name. and he fo- cused his eyes upon the meager crowd ascend- ing the ramp. There he beheld the familiar faces of his two sisters and his mother. .Xl- though the ramp was ditnly lighted, he could make Olll his mother's felt hat, the one she wore in the spring when it started to get warm, and the faded tweed coat covering her shoulders. There was a flowered scarf about her neck. His sisters, he could tell at a glance, were slightly over-dressed as usttal, but very pretty-also, as usual! Soon they were all around his neck. kissing him affectionately. Paul felt a soft feeling of joy surround him and he was glad to be with his family again. After the many greetings had been said and enioved. Paul gathered up his familv and like a protector led his little band out lllttt the street, where they climbed into a yellow cab. After excited exclamations about the big buildings and wide streets-also, what a won- der Paul was to get such a handsome cab- they all settled back and began contemplating the memorable occasion they had come to wit- ness. 'I'he idea of seeing their new priest say his first Mass put many un-said thoughts into the minds of each, and somehow, though it is hard to explain, the traffic noises seemed to take up a softer, even reverent tone. Sooner than expected, the Kerrigan family found thetnselves in front of the church. It was a cement structure, small and dark: in fact, did not look like a church at all. However, the cross on the roof showed Paul that they were at St. Michaels and he led his family inside. Quietly they knelt in a center pew and waited for their priest to enter. They had not long to wait. Soon two altar boys entered, followed by the Young priest. They watched him, as, with lowered eyes he went to the foot of the altar, where he stood for a moment, in silence. The small congregation rose to their feet and the Mass began. From the introit, the gospel, the preface, the canon. and communion, it followed through to the prayers. Then it was over. The priest left the altar with the servers before him. It was a titne again of family reunion. A time for laughter and tears and tender kisses. A time for the blessing of a son and brother upon his family. Deep and humble thoughts had been expressed in the secret of the Mass. There was no need to worry about trains and titnetable-only happy thoughts now. Deep- er ones would come, later. EMILY l.vNcu. '53 SOLITUDE The surf is pounding in my ears. The white spray flying, A lonely seagull crying in the Solitude. The storm approaches with the coming dusk. The waves rise, pounding, There comes a distant foghorn. sounding into the Solitude. The tempest roars with awesome fury In wild abandon, nature beckons And death. many a storm-tossed sailor reckons in the Solit ude. .Sixty-two Music pulses in my heart. .Xnd upward. outward surges. One hundred thousand dirges in the Solitude. The storm passes with abating glory. On tempest's leaden wings. Still Cod sings. and Nature sings in Solitude. The surf still pounding in uty ears. The white spray flying, A lonely seagull crying, ' Remains unchanged in the Solitude. SALLY Haiuusotst, '5-f