Lyndon State College - Northern Lights Yearbook (Lyndonville, VT)

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January - 1938 was leaving. “Yes?” “After you drive, are you ever hun gry?” “I’m always starved? Why?” “I thought we might have dinner to gether some place.” The crowd roar- ed; he started and blushed. That micro phone again! Building A Pyramid In V History Class By RUTH WALKER For more than four thousand years that massive memorial, the Great Pyr- amid of Gizeh, has stood unchallenged upon the burning sands of Egypt, peer- less in grandeur, supreme in achieve- ment. and unexcelled in magnificence until the year 1937 A. D. What soothsayer of 2900 B. C. could have foreseen that a mere four thou- sand eight hundred and thirty-seven years afterward, over the grains of dust on the floor of Room 13, there was destined to arise another Colossal Glory, unparalled before in the history of man? The courage, the foresight, and the ingenuity it required to obtain the lime- stone blocks alone is an example of the stupendousness of this undertaking. Messengers were sent to the distant corners of the earth to order countless tons of this material, in the shape of ungainly cardboard boxes, often deli- cately frescoed with spectacular heiro- glyphics (which the skillful appliance of several layers of calcimine would not wholly conceal). The Egyptians can boast nothing of the effort it required to roll their mas- sive blocks up the inclined sides of the Great Pyramid. As compared with the treacherous ascent up Institute Hill and the maneuvering of those unwieldy boxes through three entrances and a crowded passageway, it was nothing. Furthermore, who can estimate the perils encountered in creating this noble edifice, the danger of being en- closed forever while laboring in its gloomy interior, or of becoming for- ever a permanent part of its walls through too close contact with the ad- hesive tape. Behold, now, how peerless the struct- ure stands, how gracefully its sides slope away in exquisite symmetry to- ward the horizon. From the lofty summit, if one dared risk ascent, lies revealed below the City of the Dead. This may be viewed from eight o’clock in the morning un- til four o’clock at dusk. Alas, the futility of man and his ac- complishments. Must all crumble away to dust and oblivion? The Glory of Room 13 at least has been spared such an indignity. Rather did we prefer to see our Wonder of the Modern World disappear in one last heroic flame sky- ward and perish amid the ashes. [23]

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V E R L Y N of the Grand Circuit Drivers’ Associa- tion? You have driven one of the most savage race horses on the tracks of America in company. Also you have driven without permission and under a false name. Now what have you to say for yourself?” “Mr Keyes, and friends, I realize that I have driven my own horse in a race for the simple reason that I could get no one to drive him for me. They were all afraid of him. I have never, since I have had him, seen him do a mean thing. If I had thought that he would cause an accident I would never have attempted to drive him, but after I found out the cause of his mean disposition and removed that cause, I found that I had removed the disposi- tion, itself. As for driving without per- mission, I knew that you would never permit me to drive if I asked you, be- cause Lucky has such a bad reputa- tion. So I simply changed my appear - ance and drove, and I don’t see why I didn’t do it all right, if I may say so.” “You drove well enough, Miss Sher- man, but that is not the point. The point is this, you are not a man, you are driving a horse that should not be on the track, and the other drivers do not like to drive with this horse.” “Well, my gosh! If all that is wor- rying you is whether I can handle the horse or not, just try me. Tell me what you want me to do to prove that I can handle him,” exclaimed Jean. “All right, score your horse down thirty times. He was always the mean- est about scoring. If you can still handle him, you may finish the race,” Keyes told her, and winked at Davis. “O. K., I’ll do that!” She shook hands with Keyes and started for the stables. As the 2: 25 horses came back to the stables Jean went out with Lucky, praying inwardly that Lucky would be himself to-day. After she had brought him to the starting position twenty-five times without mishap, the crowd was wild! They were cheering for her, she knew. She wondered what the judges were thinking. When the thirty scores were completed, Earl was there with a blanket and a piece of sugar for Lucky. “Boy! You sure showed ’em!” he exclaimed as he took the reins. “Thanks, Earl,” she cried gleefully. ‘I’m just dying to see their faces up there! I’ll be right over.” She climbed the stairs to the stand and stood before the judges. “Well?” she queried as they did not speak. “If this horse is allowed to race, 1 draw my horse!” said Sam. “Me too!” “Same here!” from his friends. The crowd in the grand stand hoot- ed. Those in the Judges stand looked up amazed and realized that they were too close to the microphone and that the crowd had heard. The judges look- ed at each other, at Sam and his friends and then at Jean. “Well, I might consider racing,” said one of the drivers sulkily. The crowd roared again. “Do I race?” queried Jean. “No, your horse does,” said Keyes and grinned sheepishly. “Thanks a lot! Is that all?” cried Jean. “Yes, I believe so. Thank you,” muttered Keyes. “Oh, Miss Sherman,” ventured the youngest of the three judges, as Jean [22]

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V E R L Y N Parody On “The Duel” By ELSIE TUCKER (With apologies to Eugene Field) Dear old Kelty and Faulkner fat Side by side on the reserve shelf sat; ’Twas half past ten, and (what do you think!) Nor one nor t’other had slept a wink! Old Mr. Beard rubbed his shiny pate And seemed to know as sure as fate There was going to be a terrible spat. (I wasn’t there: I simply state What the fellow told with the shiny pate!) Old Mr. Kelty went, “Ow-ow-ow!” And massive old Faulkner replied, “My Cow!” The air was littered, an hour or so, With bits of Pilgrims tossed to and fro. While Mr. Beard in the same old place Up with his hands before his face, For he always dreaded a public row! (Now mind: I’m only telling you Verlyn Circus By FLORA OSGOOD On Friday, November 9, not 13, the Verlyn Circus, the greatest, most stu- pendous show in the world favored Lyndonville and places nearby with its awe inspiring presence. Women fainted and people were trampled underfoot by the mobs in the ’Ville who tried to get a closer view of the parade. Down the street it came led by the Misses Kathryn Munn and Phyllis Coburn, carrying a banner, fol- lowed by the band, resplendent in uni- What the honorable Mr. Beard de- clares is true!) Beard’s old pate looked very blue, He wailed, “Oh dear! what shall I do!” But Mr. Kelty and Faulkner fat Wallowed this way and tumbled that, Employing every charter and law In the awfullest way you ever saw— And, oh! how the Pilgrims and Indians flew: (Don’t fancy I exaggerate— I got my news from Beard’s shiny pate!) Next morning, where the two had sat They found no Kelty nor Faulkner fat: And Miss Fernow thinks unto this day That someone stole that pair away! But the truth about the two old pups Is this: they ate each other up! Now are you really surprised at that! (Old Mr. Beard he told me so, And that is how I came to know.) form and blaring forth in all its proud array. Then followed amid exclamations and great cheers the most bewildering- ly ingenious floats ever seen in this part of the country. Theodore Elliot’s car, decorated under Letha McLam’s direction, with red and white pennants, balloons and two clowns, served as the school float. Donald Doyle’s car, in charge of Rowena Baker, and taste- fully decorated with streamers and [24]