Miss Porters School - Yearbook (Farmington, CT)

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Cynthia Landon is chairman of the Red Cross Committee and super vises the dispensation of money and clothing to various organizations Among them number the following: Hindman Settlement School in Kentucky The The Frontier Nursing Service The Hampton Institute The Farmington Lodge The Kindergarten The school also has a 'lGolden Rule dinner each term Instead of having our regular elaborate Sunday dinner We have nourishing but less expensive food, thereby saving money which is donated to the various philanthropies of the school. 5' if'

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A Chinese Fantasy She was sitting beneath the shadowy, moonlit arms of the pagoda. Her black hair blew all about her, and a hint of jade was in her blue-green eyes. Her loveliness was as fair as the moonlight. The emperor's son had been walking around the palace, in sad medi- tation. Suddenly he saw her sitting there. She was the most beautiful maiden he had ever seen, and the slanting-eyed Lotus Maidens of his court were very beautiful. Her face was like the most enchanting melody which the court minstrel played on his lute. Her eyes held the sparkle of dewdrops on the lotus bud, so breathlessly fresh they were. The emperor's son approached this lovely phantom, walking softly on his heelless slippers. She was smiling. As he drew nearer he could see that her smile was like melted sunlight on the mountain Tai 'Chein, and frosted moonlight was her voice. Welcome, it said. In wonder and amazement the son of the old emperor answered, Who are you, lovely one ? Cadence of sound like the waterfall when she was speaking: I am-Beauty. I am the song of the nightingale and the soft velvet of night. I am the last glow of the sunset, and the glory of all China's romance-infused past. I am the first radiance of dawn. I am the luster of lacquer and the swaying of the young willow. I am the drifting fragrance of the peach blossom, and the mysterious shimmer of stars on still waters. I am the beauty of the Eastf, But, the emperor's son said, Why have I never seen you before? You have, the silver voice went on, and it was one with the whisper of the trees, many times- But I have never heard you voice before- Think, O son of the Holy One. Think of the winds which carry the poetry of Li-Po in their train, think of the far-off peal of the temple gong, and the gentle rain from Heaven. Have you never heard these? The emperor's son could not speak, for he was lost in awe of her unearthly loveliness. The cool breath of May was here in the garden, and all the flowers of China seemed to be gathered beneath the pagoda, so fragrant was the air. This untouchable maiden who had captured his heart seemed surrounded by light, as if magic gold had been woven into the black of an emperor's robe. He bowed before her. I love you, he pronounced humbly. Stay with me always. He touched her hand, and light as the fluttering lotus blossom it lay on his. I am always with you, Beauty said softly. Every night I am here in the garden- Her exquisite voice trailed into nothing, like the last haunting strains of a Chinese lullaby. The emperor's son was alone. The ancient moon was smiling and the trees were bending in the breeze. But the maiden was gone. There was a knowledge in the prince's heart which kept him from sadness.