Lincoln School - Lambre Quin Yearbook (Providence, RI)

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IN THE WORLD Once in a while there is a day when the sun smiles, the water winks, the people are friendly, and the world and I laugh. 'I'hen life is made for me and I for it. and I am what I want to be. On such a day, a while ago, I was Going Out into the X'Vorld, for I was taking the bus home with money in my pocket to buy a late lunch, as school had let out at one. I climbed aboard, grabbed a pole as the bus charged ahead, and made a graceful and dramatic swoop into the nearest seal. Of course, I tripped over someone's feet. XVhen I and my hooks left the bus, feeling well scrambled, I knew my Adventure had begun. 'I'here were some middle-aged grown-ups in the store who, I fondly hoped. were wondering what on earth I was doing out of school so early. I imagined quite an interesting dialogue around my chicken sandwich with a truant ollieer. 'I'hen, just because I had never seen anyone read anything interesting at a lunch counter before, I absorbed the latest Little I.ulu through a strawberry sundae. .Xlthough my walk home was something of an anti-climax, there were many intriguing things to wonder about. Mainly, what made that gnarled old tree have only two branches, one going up and one going down, like a see- saw, and why would a plane make a turn in mid-air and go back the way it came? As I reached the reservoir, my books hav- ing unaccountably doubled in weight, I stopped to admire the southern view of the ever-present tens of ducks swarming over the water. The slanting stm struck them they looked like penguins against the white ice. It. was getting cold: so, stopping only to chris- ten the southern half of the reservoir Little America , I juggled my books on my arm and continued my merry and deliberate way through the centers of mud-puddles. SANDRA S'l'RA'l lAON, '55 SHOWER A spring rai11 falls to earth, A shining avalanche. Sweeps across luxuriant meadows and fields and then, ls swept on, to lands distant and unknown. By the wind. KIANIQ PIQRKINS, '55 HOME IN SONORA 'l'he Sonora Desert is located in Mexico. just about a hundred miles southwest of No- gales, Arizona. X'Vhen I was first told of So- nora, like most people, I suppose, I pictured a vast expanse of desolate, sandy terrain, oc- casionally spotted by a cactus here or there. How wrong I wasl When I first set eyes on the place in September of ISH9, I experienced a wonderful and new sensation. It is hard to explain the feeling I had when the four-passenger Stinson settled down on the natural landing strip. 'I'he charm and beauty completely took possession of me. On the way to camp I had time to take in all the beauty of the scenery that surrounded me. The small truck wove its way over a self- made road among the towering cacti and in and out of the deep arroyos, that had been chiseled by the heavy rains. During this sea- son not a drop of water remained. There was not only an infinite variety of cacti here, but also small green-barked trees called Palo Verde, multi-colored desert flowers, resem- bling lilies, thistles, and daisies. to mention Sixty-four a few, and other plants that were strange to me. Patches of long grass spotted the sand. The movements of jack rabbits and a balmy breeze animated the scene. 'I'he sky was a heavenly blue, and the radiant sun added its golden touch to this paradise. After a fifteen-minute ride we finally reached camp, where we were welcomed by the combined greeting of several dogs, a group of curious, but shy Mexicans, who watched the spectacle from a short distance, and Mrs. Main, the good-natured wife of my father's partner. Both Mr. and Mrs. Main are fifty or more in age: they are two of the most wonderful people one could ever hope to meet. After getting acquainted, I hnally had a chance to see what our ranch was like. 'I'he camp itself consisted of two one-room adobe houses, the sleeping quarters, a small shed made of ocotillo. a type of cactus with long slender branches, where the saddles, bri- dles, and other equipment is kept, a chicken pen with ocotillo fencing. and, of course our deluxe adobe out-house. Our so-called kitch-

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ROLLING STONE I rc-memberecl when he had been preju- diced against litanical churches. I remem- bered also when he said, a year later, that it had just been a childish phase. I remem- bered when he had been lor the emotional. clemcmstrative new churches and would listen aviclly to the shouting' ministers ol that type ol' religion over the radio: at that time he was convinced that everyone else was wrong. and this new church was right. 'I'hen I moved away, and during tl1e sum- mer ol' the year belore he started college. when he visited me, he was completely be- yond reason-almost lanatical. Alter that I didn't see him again until his graduation Irom college. He had changed colleges. He hacl begun in a clenominational college ol' his parents' and his own choice: but as he had grown more progressive, he had lelt hemmecl in by tradition. He had lelt lor a large city college. 'I'hc-re he could attend meetings ol' new branches ol' churches, which met in aban- doned auditoriums and old meeting halls. I-Ie tlnew himsell' into his work, until it seemed too tame or as il' it were standing still. 'I'hen he would be restless. and begin to search lor a new sect. I I met him not long agof-Ile was an ex- tremely handsome boy, and a lot ol' lun when not in one ol' his lanatical sprees.-He talked lor awhile. laughing over old times, lfinally. as I knew it would, the conversation centered about his religion. Many people had heard ol him by now. He was endorsing a policy nmch like that ol' the Ku Klux Klan. Re- membering how he used to listen to the radio. I asked him il' he did not still like the man who had then been his idol. He was just a childish phase, he an- swered. He had said that all his lile as an excuse lor himsell. As his mind narrowed. so did his reasoning power. .Xnd alter he had lelt, I sat there thinking. Here was a promising young man. ll' only he did not have to prove to himsell' something sanything. He was still a lost boy, insecure in his beliefs: really, not believing anything. lVhen he stops to think, many years latex. will he realize that all his searching has brought him nothing?-That his c'onsc'ience has been appeased, not satisfied?-'I'hat he has only taken up time, not mind? ll he had only worked at his religion he might have succeeded-I do not mean physis cal work, but mental and spiritual. 'I'he only way to do this is to have lalth, but-he cllcl not have laith. neither laith in I-od nor Ialth in himsell' to believe in Cod. llis laith in hnnsell was sunnned up in Ins own words: lt was just a childish phase. IANIQ IIIIISIIULM. '53 I RIDE THE WIND Lo, bo, Lol Step it up: Iiasy now: Steady it.: lVay downf- 0'ertake what? Your rival-or the wind. I think you can. I know you can do it. Come on, boy. llp, up-and over. You're neck and neck now. Iflyingl 'I'hat's what it is. 'I'he wind is really blowing, Is there any Ieeling Like the lreeness- ,-X Iaithlul servant beneath me. 'I'he Ilying-with the windff- .X servant? Ol' the up and soaring No, my master. -lump over the hurdle? He holds power Such as I could not possess. .X mass ol' power- lform. beauty, and power, Power! Power and beauty beneath me. Ifrom the Ilying Ieet Iiscape lrom all- 'I'o the Ilaming nostrils. 'I'he world, man. lile. and its cares, Mane blowing, streaming in the breeze. Freedom. complete freedom. 0'ertake him. You can do it. I ride the wind, 'l'he wind in the lorm ol' a horse. MARn,vN IIRODI-TN, '55 Sixty-three

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CII wals entirely olltsille. Zllllltlllgll it wats cov- erecl hy llll oeotillo rool 2lIlZIL'IlK'tI ill the encl to UIIL' ol the houses. Ihe two sitles were lllllllillly llosell oil hy SlI'1lW IIIEIIS to keep the KIIISI out, IJIII the other enll wals OIJCII to the wealther. Our stove wats Ll Illlltll oven set i11 l1ot eoalls till Il pile ol alclohe hloeksg OIII' sink wats Il IJIISIII. tl1e walter lor which is totetl twelve IIIIICS hy trunk every tlily. We haul no I'L'Ill'IgCI'2ll0I' Lll the time, illltl it wats ralther llilllelllt getting llhlftl to llrinking W2lI'IIl walter. Since thalt time. there llalve heen ll Iew alllllia tions. such als El wooll stove, ll I't'lI'lgCl'2ll0I', Zllltl lll0I'C alllohe houses. .X short CIISIZIIICC from tl1e Glltlll alre loealtell the inllivillllall huts ol' the AICXICZIIIS alnll. heyonll these, is El silver alnll golll IIIIIIC. 'Iio some people this Illlly 11ot SCCIII like IIIUCII ol' al lJZlI'2ltlISl'. lllll lor Illl' il wats love ill lirst sight. hlalek. IIJCIJIJCITKI with silver stalrs white IIIOOII. tilne, Zllltl CYCII ' a l'CllIly got to like tl1e1n. 'I'hey their responsibility to look i11g us alll the time. One 2llilCI'llt Charlotte Malin. tI2lllgIllCI'-Ill- eitlell to lezlve tl1e lI'i.lll alnll ex D 4 o11e ol the NICXIUIII WVI'llI1g'lCI'S. sioll to go Olll Lllltl look lor lls o11 tl1e tralil ICRICIIIIQ i11to CZIIIIIJ ol alll tl1e Mexiealns there: alltho illiteralte. tl1ey 2lI'C WUIICICI'lillI pe I IIQIII only UIIC IIIISQIYIIIQ' alhollt SIJIIUIYI. Zllltl thalt wats the lean' ol' llIL?L'LIIIg up with Zl I'2llllC' snake. Ilut never once halve I seen one. l've gotten so 11ow thalt I'll like to come ZICIYISS one just lor llle salke ol' seeing IYIIZII it looks like. .Xlter lllllllilkllllg UlII'5ClYll5 alnll our equip- mel1t lrom tl1e truek, we alll settlell llown to spenll ll Iew llalys rilling, Illlllllllg, resting. illltl just plalin enjoyiltg lile. One llily we llrove over lo the Gull' ol' cI1IIIl'0I'lII2l, ll tll5l,1llIt'C ol' thirty miles: i11 time, it wals three hours hy truck, hllt ten minutes hy plane. This will give you ll gooll illeal ol' Olll' 5llIJl'I' IIIQIIXYZIFSI Onle ill the gllll' we lishell lllltl swalln in hallh- tllh walrm walter. The alaly enllell, like alll others. with ll glowing rell sunset. lldlllllllg lIIC lnollntalins El solt lJlII'lJIU. .X tlesert sunset, I lllllllltl, is so like ll pietllre thalt it is lI2lI'tI to helieve it IL'1ll. .Xlmost without IVZIVIIIIIQ. thinking walter, I haltell lealvin ing' halek Llgllill SOIIIL' tlily. he too soon lor IlIt'. ell pealks alnll the Sonoran sky wats lI'1lllhli0I'lt1t'tl. als il' hv IIIZIQIC, lrom ll I'1ltIl2llll real to llll lllliy ZIIICI ll white. .xlllltlllgll I ttlllltl spealk no SIJZIIIISII alt the U list, I he- now l llll IIO Illlhl Cllllll' 2ll'llll2llIllClI with the NICXICZIIIS, ltlltl Ieel llllll it IS Olll lor us, alnll though we ZIIC 11ot zlwalre ol lt, they llI'L' Wltlfll- mon my sister, lalw ol' Mrs. NIHIII. alnll I XVCIII rilling. For YLIYICIB' we lle- plore. Dark' ness comes o11 very SllCIlICIIIy ill this country. alnll tl1e only Yfkly to tell tIlI'Ct'll0Il IS hv the ' 1 mountalin pealks. Realizing thalt it wats growa inv' Ialte Zilltl that we might get lost, vLFlIllIl'tJ. alskell permis- lVe met lliln He is lyllltlll ugh poor llllll ople. 'I'he live IIZIYS we were there p lpliekly lllat helore we haul time to realllfe thalt we were 11ot just KITCZIIIIIIIQ. we were alssell hv so IIOIIICNVZIVII Iltllllltl. I halll IIZIIICII eompletelx i11 love with Stllltltil, Zlllll. llesplte the Wllllll g the Ibliltitl 'l'he only VUIISOIIIIIOII wats than I XVUIIIKI he go, Since tllen I halve Illlttlt' two more visits, llortllnaltely ol' longer tlllI'lIlIUlI. alnll right now IIIY slster alnll IZIIIIISI' alre enjoying IIIZll Wlltlll 1 NICXIVZIII sunshine. Oh. how I envv them! Well. I'II go Zlgillll soon, I hope. It will never the llalming NIIII tIIH2lIJIlt'2lI't'tI hehinll the gilll- HIUYCII-1Sl'RUl'I-. 'ffl THE GIFT DARKNESS You halve ll gilt whilh is IIXUIII Cloll. IIZIVIRIICSS- XVhalt is this gilt? you saly. Illt'0lllIJI'L'IlCIISIIDIC, You halve ll lile INIIIKII is WNII' own ilillllllllg lalmilialr ohieets Io lealll Illtlllg' the wary. Into ZIII inlinite t'lll'IIlIll ol nothing. You halve il tlllllltl' to molll this lile Ilalrkness- lllltl ll tlling worth-while, llllillltlllll illltl silent, .X lile ol' helping otllers win Malking ealres alnll worries. .Xnll lltlllilllg' others smile. 'Iriviall alnll IIIIIIIIINWIZIIII. Yes. il' you prove YOIITSQIII ll Irienll IDZITIQIICNST 'I o alll, no IIIZIIIUI' who. Conveying lealr. .Xnll lenll to IIICIII al helping II2lIItI+ Inllelinalhlez present: ominous. 'l'hev'll he II ll'lCIItl to you! lint ZIIYVZIYS elusive. ANN fIA'l'l'1S. '55 l.l I-1SANKLIIINI- I'I'l, '55 .wlX'lY-fl7'f,'