Medina High School - Mirror Yearbook (Medina, NY)

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24 TIIEMIRROR floor. She is very rough, believe me, girls ! said Giggles as the last whistle for the second half blew. Sue Pond won the tip-off this time in fine fashion while t'Tasy grasping the ball made a pretence of throwing it to Peggy, twirled towards the baskets, then let the ball go. Straight to its mark it sped, dropping through the net with a sound which was almost music to the plucky Welton team. Cheer after cheer rang through the gymn. If the team would only keep up after this little encouragement, a close game could be assured the spectators. After tl1e next tip-off Tasy by diving beneath the outstretched arms of guards, twirling or rather pivoting on one foot towards the basket with the ball in her hand, then throwing to Peggy instead , succeeded in so confusing the guard that two more baskets netted easily caused tl1e scorekeeper to write: H8 and 10 in favor of Evanston. Time was called, after which Evanston team went back into the game with the determination to win in spite of the renewed vigor displayed by their oppo- nents. In the next few minutes of play the Evanston forward scored on a free throw. The next tip-off was won by Sue and with a few amazingly swift, short passes the ball sped toward Peggy at the far end of the court. One swift toss and Welton's score was within one of its opponent's. The time-keeper called, Two minutes more. Both teams put forth every ounce of strength. The play was fast and fur- ious. The side-lines were crowded with yelling students, and the gallery was equal in its loud roar of excitement. Tasy had the ball! Twirling towards the basket she cooly took aim. She'll never make it, groaned the sophomores. With one arching toss the ball dropped securely in the basket just as the whistle blew. Such a pandemonium as ensued! Students crowded the court and the players were warmly congratulated while the building fairly shook with the yells. Arethusa sorority had made no mistake in taking Tasy Ames in, that was certain, and fur- thermore Evanston had been beaten for the first time in several years. - VVasn't it wonderful, girls? said Peggy. Basketball forever! gasped t'Giggles as she staggered into the dressing-room.

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THE MIRROR 23 after Anastasia Ames, for the newcomer was she, emerged from the rear room and raced up to Miss Norton who introduced her to the other girls. After assigning the girls to their respec- tive positions, Miss Norton tossed the ball at center and the game began. Puff-Puff! I thought I was a wonderful player after so much exercise and practice in making my esteemed person hus- tle, but that girl makes us play to keep up with her. Talk about human whirl-winds, said 'Giggles' as she and Peggy strolled into the dressing-room after the game. On Tuesday afternoon the gymn was ablaze with lights and colors. The sophomore colors of blue and white were predom- inant as their team was a principal in the day's activities. Jane Hampton as cheer leader stood ready to urge her class to the loyal support of their team. Obedient to her slightest motion the students under Jane's- direction burst forth in a hearty Team! Team! Team. The girls went to their positions after practicing baskets for a few minutes: Peggy right forward, Tasy Ames left, Sue Pond center, Giggles right guard, and Rita Evans as left, was the line-up. The referee's whistle sounded and the game began. The Evanston center won the tip-off, a few swift passes and the Evanston left forward easily netted a bas- ket. By careful playing the Welton team managed to tie the score. Then the turmoil started. The Evanston team had just started, a11d the swift passes, neat field-baskets and short-range ones bewildered their opponents. At the end of the first half the score-keeper wrote 2 and 10 in favor of Evanston. In the dressing-room no one spoke. Tears stood in Peggy's eyes, Tasy Ames' cheeks were blazing with color, Giggles between gasps could hardly keep from weeping audibly while Captain Sue 's face resembled a thunder-cloud as she paced the room. As the whistle for the teams to be ready blew Tasy Ames cried, It isn't too late yet, girls, although they have five times our score. Come on! Let 's play now! Remember, we're not going to lose! That's what I say! Guard carefully and let's show them some of our tricks. 'Giggles' and Rita, hold their score down with all your might, cried Peggy. We will, 'Pegginsf I'll ride my forward all around the

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THEMIRROR 25 THE LOST HELIXIR OF LIFE EARL Go1.DMAN H E CAME into our village one night, from where or how no one knows. He was old and withered with age. His gray beard formed a frame for his weather-beaten and wrinkled cheeks, and his steel-gray eyes glittered like pin points from 1111- derneath his shaggy eyebrows. One day he told his story to a group of which I was one. I was a boy at the time, but so vividly and intelligently did he tell his strange tale, that to this day I recollect it and now for the first time I will try to tell it. lt is, as nearly as I can remember and as my literary qualities permit, as follows: Many ages ago my fatheri was-an alchemist, that is, he was devoted to the science of trying to produce gold from lead, pre- cious gems from glass, and most important of all-to discover the elusive 'Elixir of Life,' that precious formula for which the best brains of ages had been seeking. When he started he was a very rich man, who could afford to hire the best of instructors and to equip a laboratory which surpassed any established before. The day came at last, when my father reaching the peak of all the information teachers could teach him, found himself penniless, except for all his knowledge, his hopes, and his won- derful laboratory. The latter seemed to be the only thing upon which he could rebuild his shattered fortune, and, with this end in view, he retired at the age of thirty-five with only me, Cmy mother having died some time beforej to a secret retreat in the mountains, a cave, where he had moved all l1is apparatus and chemicals. That is all I remember for about the space of ten years, except that my father seemed to grow more absorbed in his work every day. t'One evening, when I was about the age of fifteen, my father rushed in, a complicated glass system of laboratory apparatus mounted on a platform in one hand, and a glass vial of a thin greenish liquid in the other. 'My son,' he cried, 'our fortune is rebuilt. The fame of our glorious name shall spread from one end of the land to the other. It shall travel through the valleys and down the rivers until it reaches the ocean, wherein the Gods and demons dwell. There it shall make all the rulers of mortal destiny shake on