Milford High School - Oak Lily and Ivy Yearbook (Milford, MA)

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THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. 29 How welcome is the call of youth With life announced anew, With song and joy in all my heart, And faith and hope renewed! But now the cloud of fancy lifts, The painful truth is known: The days that once were golden hued Have aged, by worries grown. And thus I sit beside the flames Where crackling fires dance, And weave a dream of glowing youth, From out of slumber lands. Lillian Bellofatto, 1925 . THE CROWNING OF ARTHUR. A Ballad. King Arthur died: a time of strife Followed his mighty sway, For Merlin, a magician wise, Had hid his son away. By virtue of a favor done Did Merlin take the child At birth and to Sir Ector go Within the forest wild. lie In the churchyard of St. Paul Appeared a marble block And in it was a golden sword The strength of men to mock. These words appeared upon the block In gold writ ’round the sword: ‘‘He rightly king of England is Who pulleth out this sword.” Knights from far and wide had come Their fortune there to try, But no success did they receive, While a motley crowd stood by. On New Year’s Day a joust was called. Sir Ector rode that way, And with him as attendants were Young Arthur and Sir Kay.

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28 THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. THE PINE TREE. Upon the hill with other trees There stands a little pine. In summer it can scarce be seen Mid other trees more fine. But when the winter’s chilling winds Have stripped the others bare, That little pine that still is green To me seems very fair. So on life’s hill in summer time, Are many smiling faces. We scarce can tell in pleasure time Which ones possess most graces. But when the clouds of trouble roll, And we are bent by grief, Some friendly faces fade away As does the autumn leaf. So when I find a friend that’s true, Whose friendship’s always mine, That is the kind of friendship I liken to the pine. Mary Tyndall, 1925 . DREAMS OF YOUTH. A Ballad. I sit for hours beside the flames Where crackling fires dance, Once more to weave the happy dreams Of magic slumber lands. My dreams soar high in winged flight In brightest fantasy; I dream and dream of bygone days And youth with joy and glee. Through mem’ries old there comes to me, So ancient and so gray, A vision of those golden days When I was young and gay.

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30 THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. Sir Ector had forgot his sword And sent young Arthur back The sword to fetch and bring to him But none were home, alack! Then to the church young Arthur went And took the jeweled sword From out the marble scabbard there And gave it to his lord. And when Sir Ector heard the tale, He dropped upon his knee. To Arthur’s query he replied, “1 kneel, my King, to thee.” It was the Feast of Pentecost. The Barons all assembled The sword to try, but none of them Save Arthur made it tremble. Then down upon their knees they got, Lords and Commons and thralls, “You are our rightful King,” they said, “And we will serve you, all.” So great rejoicing then took plac e And end was put to strife; And noble Arthur ruled them well With justice all his life. Clarence O’Connell, 1925 . NERO. Nero was born in the great cold country of the North West. When he was about a year old he came into the hands of a man by the name of Brown. Brown had no love for dogs. To him they were just necessary animals who worked hard pulling his big sled over the rough trails. If at times Nero or the other dogs showed weariness, he would lash them unmercifully with his great dog whip. One night Brown pitched camp in a pretty desolate piece of country. He had driven Nero hard all day and after he lhad fed him with dried meat, Nero was only too glad to go to sleep in the snow. When Nero awoke, it was still dark. Instinct had warned him of the approach of danger and he was up out of the snow almost before he realized that he was awake. Then from out of the timber came the long-drawn and mournful howl which seemed to appeal to Nero, perhaps because there was a good deal of wolf about him. His companions were panic-stricken and they set up a chorus of the most mournful howls.