Louise S McGehee School - Spectator Yearbook (New Orleans, LA)

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The Spectator Thirty-five I feel as though they were speaking hypocritically, or maybe they are too stupid to know when they are well off. In a way it is true. High school years are the happiest in our Youth, but there are so many happier years in a woman's life. So, don't feel too blue because you fear to leave all happiness behind you. There are compensating joys for each of the responsibilities that you, as an adult must take on. When you grow up you find the joy of living for another's hap- piness. I shan't lecture any longer. It wasn't intended to be that really, but I didn't want my little girl to feel unhappy about such poppy- cock. Enjoy every bit of your day, and forget as much as possible the tears for lost years. There is entirely too much for you to look forward to for you to harbor such thoughts. Your Father and I have been very busy lately as the President of the Company came down yesterday. Father brought him in for lunch without any warningfwhich is so like a man. We gave a cocktail party for your Aunt Betty who is only here for the week-However all the guests have gone now and the house is quiet. Through the still evening Father and I have been listening to the ocean roar, the low groan of a steamer's fog horn, and the bell of the littlef Methodist Church around the corner. They all make us think of you and how you love these peaceful evenings. We are counting the days 'till you will be back with us. Your Father sends all his love to you. We will be thinking of you, and if you do think of us in the rush, remember we are close to you, no matter how many miles are put between us. With much love, Your Devoted Mother. 1 Mist Mist rises from the earth, steaming and white. It covers the foundations of the very world And leaves only, the peaks and pinnacles Standing, dreamlike, floating, changing, Rising and falling with the gentle currents Of theair. Then it flees, silently as it came. , The world, is real and hard once more. Stevenson, '41

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Thi1'fY'f0U1' The Spectator and looks as if she was in a terrible fight at one time. No smoking or drinking is allowed in the faith. Most of the followers don't drink Coca-Cola because Father Divine doesn't serve it at his place up the Hudson River. The F. B. I. has been investigating his outfit and knows there is something crooked, but the mystery is a hard one to solve. They can't prove that he is running a racket. Father Divine's people believe that he has lived always and will never die. They praise him and say, Father Divine, God ,Almighty-saver of Heaven and Earth. This all seems to be a fairy tale, but it is actually true because we visited Father Divine's largest Heaven this summer and I do believe that I have never enjoyed anything quite so much. If you should ever visit New York, you should not fail to see one of his many Heavens. Burdette, ,44 ll.......l.-..-- My Dearest Daughter: . Although this is a very busy day, today, please come aside into a quiet room where you and I can visit for a few minutes. You see I was afraid for a while that you would feel that you didn't mean anything to us as we did not come to your graduation. Now, I know that I was wrong, for all the miles between us will make no difference, and we will always be close to each other. This is going to be a very happy and a very sad day today. You will feel confused emotions pulling at your heartstrings and will not know what to do about them-I will tell you. Hide them forever, but don't cast them off. Remember and cherish them. These emotions are valuable. You are wondering at this, I can almost see the flicker of doubt pass through your eyes. Why remember an emotion? Whylcherish it? Remember and cherish it because it is a stepping stone. A little later in life you will meet a stone, not exactly like this one, but very nearly like it. Thus through your life you will pass from one crisis to another. and somehow the emotions will be cut from the same material, and be- cause you have become familiar with each one among the road each new one will be easier to take. Graduation! Yes they were pleasant, those high school years! Perhaps they are the happiest of all your youth. Because of this you are, undoubtedly feeling blue, and wish that you could live on in high school for many years to come. I've heard adults tell young people, Don't ever forget your high school years, they are the happiest of your life. 1 f '

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Thirty-Six The Spectator The Proud Heart I know a heart that's emptyg I know a life that's bare Of any deed or trial of love. The purity it cherished Is ever, ever, there. But where's that earthly joy, unfound above? It says, He never kissed me, And thinks with so much pride Of any heart not conquered by love's food. It says, That arrow missed me, Yet thinking of that kiss, The proud heart says, Oh, how I wish he Would. . The Magic Bow Manuel Komroff The Magic Bow by Manuel Komroff comes very near to the class called fictionized biography, yet it really seems much more like a thrilling novel. Komroff has written another excellent book, Coro- net, which is much the same type, but I believe, a great deal better written. The story concerns Nicolo Paganini, and begins with his aid to a French prisoner in Genoa, through whom he gets his first Strada- varius, and continues through his career to the point where he is the master violinist of the world and has achieved success, and fulfillment of the love for a young countess, both of which he has desired all his youth. It is an excellent study of a persevering young person, poor but remarkably talented, in his fight for his place in the sun . In his many contacts with people you realize the magnetic force he im- peled. On one occasion he received, as a gift, a fine violin perfectly suited to his unique technique, for which he ordered a bow especially made. To the superstitious people of the time, the bow was the as- surance of success for Paganini. The book is not great but extremely well written and very inter- esting. Amazingly enough, it is absolutely without the tainted touches, for Paganini was a man who did no philandering and stuck to his art. It is nice to find an artist for a change without the usual in- stincts native in so many others. The book is well worth reading for pure enjoyment.