McKinley High School - Nugget Yearbook (St Louis, MO)

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THE CARNATION Ttaglc Muse Helena Helena touched wlth such soul subduln pathos let me hear agam the t1de of feellng that escaped from thy burst mg heart when the confesslon of love was wrung from thy soul Helena and The Countess Ttaglc Muse And thou Lady Macbeth whose amb1txon for thy husband IS the rullng mot1ve of thy life ambltlon gratlfled only at the expense of every just and generous prlnclple and every rlghteous feel mg In pursuxt of th1ne object thou art cruel treacherous and darmg The murder thou lnstxgatedst IS rendered more frxghtful by dlsloyalty and lngratxtude and by the vxolatlon of all the most sacred clalms of k1ndred and hosp1tal1ty Speak speak agaln the words that lxke an evil geruus led thy coward husband on and on to h1s murderous deed Show too thy shrmkmg soul when the frults of wrong had been garnered Lady Macbeth Tragzc Muse The fate of Rome once lay 1n the hands of a woman and that woman was Volumnla O Roman matron so full of lofty patrlotmsm patrlclan haughtmess and maternal pr1de I would see thee once more as when ln grandeur of soul you won from your angry son tleat peace for Rome whlch all the swords of Italy and her confederate arms could not have purchased Volumma Trag1c Muse Ophella poor Ophella' Oh far too sweet too Good too falr to be cast among the brxers of thlS workmg day world and to fall and bleed upon the thorns of Llfe The sorrow thou wast made to bear was too much and thy sweet m1nd hes m fragments a pxtxful spec tacle Thy song comes to me agaln lxke the pla1nt1ve call of the blrd to its mate as the evenlng shadows fall Ophe11a Traglc Muse Gentle true Port1a' come speak agaln the beautxful words that w1th true matronly d1gn1ty and tenderness plead thy right to share thy husband s secrets Port1a CSoft muslc IS heard 1n the dlstancej Tragzc Muse Hark that IS the Splrlt of Gladness before her beam mg smlle and gladsome volce my powers vanish om hands let us dance a dance of farewell e er she comes to take our place CThe Traglc Muse and her Sp1r1ts dance The Splrxts leave the stage one by one and the Traglc Muse dances alone The mus c that was heard so famtly ln the dlstance becomes louder The Traglc Muse stops leer dance A soft voice xs heard smgxng Hark Hark the Lark Q Tragzc Muse I have no power agamst that vo1ce fThe Tragic Muse leaves the stage just as the Spxrlt of Gladness I-nr I Q ' - ' 0 9 1 t, , - 1 1 , - - 1 1 ' ' 1 - 1 , - 1 - 1 1 b ' - 1 1 1 - . H . . 1 - 1 1 23 1 1 ' 1 , , 1 ' 1 1 1 1 ' , . J . 1 ' : , . . . . . . H ,, ' ' 1 1 1 - ' 5-.-n

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Tl-IE CARNATION The Women of Shakespeare A Masque for the Bard QThe curtaln rlses to the sound of deep solemn Ellzabethan musxc The hghts on the stage are very dlm Enter the Tragxc Musej Ttaglc Muse Ha1l' Poet of the Matchless Muse Ha1l to the bard who know all l1ves through whose blood and braln there crept the shadow and chlll of every death Come all ye Splfltb of the solemn deeps of unxversal l1fe and g1VC pra1se to the Poet of Avon' Fzrst Sp1r1t Hall sweetest Shakespeare Fancy s chlld Warbllng thy natlve Wood notes w1ld Second Splfll' Thou IH our wonder and astomshment Hast bullt thyself a lastmg monument Thzrd Splrlt All honor to the poet Who though h1s head be Hxdden ln the skles Plants h1s firm foot upon Our common earth Fourth Spzrzt He was not of an abe but for all tlme And all the Muses st1ll were 1n then' pr1me When llke Apollo he came forth to warm Fzfth Spzrzt He pours ln Hoods of supernatural 11 h Fancys br1ght bemgs on the charmed Sl Szxth Splflf Each chan e of many colored llfe he drew Exhausted worlds and then 1ma 1ned new CThe Traglc Muse and her Splrlts dance a dance of lnvocatlonj Traglc Muse I would that I could hear once more the Words that were created whlle I was guldlng h1s pen O Love thou teacher O Grief thou tamer and T1me thou healer of human hearts brln hlther all your deep and serious revelations Let me tread not boldly but wlth awe w1th1n the 1nmost sanctuary of Shakespeare s gemus Come julret lxve once more wlthm my heart fulzet T tt ,l , . . , . . , A W , . Ll ' I , . 3 ' 97 .. 7 7 97 .. U - , . . L , Y - 7 Our ears, or like a Mercury to charm. ,, , . .g t ' ' ' 'ghtf' Al O, - ' b 1 l . U. H 6 . W 9 . . . . n , 7 s 1 ' 9 Y g . . . y v . . . , . . . , . four -en

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THE CARNATION enters The Sp1r1t of Gladness smxles trxps lrghtly around lrstens to the musxc wlth an upturned face full of rapture and Joy and smgs Hark Hark the Lark Whrle she IS smglng the llghts become brlght Wlth each added ray of lxght an attendant Sp1r1t of Gladness enters After the song the Sp1r1t of Gladness and SIX Sp1r1ts dance The srx Sp1r1ts leave the stagej SCENE II Splflt of Gladness I am the Sp1r1t of Gladness and Sunshme I am the Splflt of all that 15 brlght and beautlful 1n nature the silvery summer clouds the ralnbow showers the openmg blossoms I am the spxrrt of all rrch fancles These are my sxsters and we are ever near those who love us And now I would see once again the beautrful souls that were created Wh1IC I re1gned o er Shakespeare s heart Rosal1nd how sweet thou art to my memory' Thou art lrke a wlld beaut1ful melody such as some shepherd boy mlght p1pe to Amaryllrs n the shade Thou art l1ke a mountam streamlet now smooth as a mlrror and anon leaplnb and sparkllnb 1n the Sunshme Come Rosal1nd speak to me agaln and thou too sweet Cella Spznt of Gladness My kingdom IS filled wxth farrxes Shakespeare lc-ved us and oft would he v1s1t our haunts Tztama and all her faxrles 11ved 1n our woodland eer they lrved 1n Shakespeares heart Come lxttle faxry w1th laughmg eyes tell whlther thou wanderest and what thy dutles are Fazry Cendmgj Our queen T1tan1a and her elves come here anon T1tan1a and Slx Fazrzes fThey smg and dance Spzrzt of Gladness Mlranda thou art mdeed the daughter of nature Had Shakespeare never created thee we should never have felt how the purely natural and purely 1deal can blend mto each other Thou hast prung 1nto beauty neath the eyes of thy father thy compamons have been the rocks and the woods and the many trnted clouds and the s1lent stars Thy playmates were the ocean blllows that stooped the1r crest and ran rxpplmg to k1ss thy feet Thy person IS a parad1se and thy oul the cherub to guard xt Speak to me Mrranda' Mzranda Spzrzt of Gladness And even upon the stern pages of hlstory Shakespeare threw the danc1ng llght of hrs joyous soul He found Kath crme and Allce and gave them to us Katherme who so aptly learned and Al1ce who so successfully taught Katherme and Alzce fFrench dlaloguej Splflf of Gladness I would be a spectator once more 1n the court Nxt 1 ' D 7 9 I ,, ,, . . . . . . i 7 ' 7 ' , . , . nl T, , n , . . . , , 7 ' 7 . . . ,, . 4 vs ' ' . . , ! on of ' 7 l ' 5 9 ' Rosalmd and Celzai . . , . . , ' Y I 1 ' ' sc - - n - , u ! 9 9 ' Y Q . . M . , . . li 5 L , ' l 9 . vm