McMinnville High School - McMinnvillan Yearbook (McMinnville, OR)

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= ’38 Lincolnian ’38 The little boy drew himself up, proudly, as he said, “I’m eleven years old. My mother said I helped her feel better when she was sick. Please let me try to help you see the sunset. “You do want to help, don’t you? Very well,” and she resigned herself to what she thought would be some childish story. The boy went behind the lilac bush and returned with a violin case. He opened the case and with loving hands took up the violin. “Now,” he commanded. “Turn your face to the sunset and don’t say a word until I finished.” She turned her face to the west. He tucked the violin under his chin and then turned his face to the sun which had just started to hide itself behind a mountain. For a long moment he drank in the beautiful sight of the orange ball, which seemed poised on the peak of a purple mountain, shedding its light over the sky. Then, raising his bow he drew it softly across the strings. The waiting girl heard the soft mellow tones, very soft at first but gradually growing louder as the boy became more sure of himself. Lovely music, unlike anything she had ever heard was being played. The blended notes were filled with the blended colors in the heavens and one watching the girl’s face could have seen a beautiful sight. It lighted up, a deep joy appeared on her features. The expression on her face was like that of an artist who sees a beautiful picture. The music played on. unmindful of everything but the sunset. As the sun dropped lower and lower behind the mountain, the music became softer, gradually dying away as the sun set. A look of rapture was on the girl’s face. She had seen the beautiful picture of a sunset! Strictly Utilitarian By Betty Wood Although my heart with rapture th» ills From gazing at the daffodils, That doesn’t help to paint the screens Or plant the corn and lima beans. Hearing wrens and robins cheep Unfortunately doesn't keep Hot water in the kitchen tank Or money in the savings bank. The fragrance of the budding rose Is more than lovely, goodness knows. But does not keep the cellar neat Or fashion shoes for my poor feet. It’s fun to watch the squirrels rear Their young. The world this time of year Is full of limpid green and blue And things that need attending to.

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