Needham High School - Advocate Yearbook (Needham, MA)

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THE ADVOCATE f23J Several moments later she started guiltily and murmured against Tommyis shoulder, 'fWhat about Marcia?,, '40h, Marciaf, said Tommy, coming back to earth. 4'Yes, my experiment worked, she's all ready to fall on someoneis neck. 'fOh, Weill fix that,', remarked Tommy. Let,s call up Don Gilbert and give Marcia a break. Sally, I never before have seen a girl who looked prettier with freckles than without, but you certainly do-in fact I never appreciated freckles until I met youf' MI donit believe it,,7 answered Sally, but never mind, it sounds nice, and now letis put in that telephone call for Marcia and go celebrate? '4Darling,7, applauded Tommy, Hyou have the grandest ideasf, THE ASCEINT OF MADISON Royal A bbott, ,33 Slowly upward, through the misting That the dawn paints on the pasture, Wfhere the trail begins its climbing, Moved light-hearted Bawc through the Fir trees and the grasses, through the Balsam breeze that longs to linger, Till at length the fields departed, And he climbed among the foot-hills Past the white and curly birches, Past the poplar to the hemlock. The trail took on a footed faintness, Wound in tortured turns aslant. Once a lizard left his hiding, Fatly scuttled through the humus, Creeping into all the crannies, Crawling into every crevice, Searching slugs among the rotted Wood that yielded to his burrowing. Under foot the way grew spongyg Virgin forest coldly holy, Loveliest bride of nature, Drew him into quiet beauty: Moss and lichen covered wholly Massive tree-trunks, lying tangled With the moss encrusted forest, Glistening faintly, crystal water Dripped from every tree about him, Dripping chilly, smoothed the granite, Stood out on the moss around him, Moss-deep murmured down the pathway Climbing straightway from' the temple Dian consecrated to the dawn. Thus he left the vaprous forest, Coming finally to the stunted Fir trees twisted into tangles Knit by mad winds coaxing snow storms. Far above, beyond his vision, Eerie, lonely, shrilled a bird call, Only living sound to mar the Silence of the piled turrets. Bawc knew not what to call him Called him only Mountain Bird, Wildest singer, dismal piper, Never heard below the timber. 9 Then the conic summit, falsely Near across the builded boulders, Rudely rose to bar the way, yet Slowly yielded to elation Rising as the top loomed nearer. Rawc paused upon the summit Polished by the wind-born rain, Balanced against the gale a moment, Then, with nightfall rising up the slopes, Descended. Note: The name of the climber stands for the four boys who climbed the mountain and is formed from their initials. The name Rawc should be pronounced in two syllables.

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l'22j THE ADVOCATE be back tomorrow, you poor nut! No won- der Marcia prefers that Dexter idiot, he's never to be depended upon and is very ro- mantic, donlt you think?'7 Without giving him a chance to answer she continued. Men are so foolish anyway. They expect a girl to be reasonable. If you really want Marcia, let me give you some advicef, HYou being an expert on affairs of the heart, I suppose, Tommy cut in, sarcasti- cally. '4Well, I know a darned sight more than you do, anywayf, retorted Sally. Listen, here are two ideas-the first, the old jeal- ousy gag-H which probably wouldn't be so good. Marcia would dramatize it and enjoy being a broken-hearted heroine so much that sheid let the other girl have youf, 4'In that case,'7 interrupted Tommy, 'cshe can't love me anyway, if she did, sheld be jealousf' c'Did she ever say she loved you? No! I thought notfdon't interrupt again. The second idea is to show up Mr. Dexter in some way so that she would naturally turn to you as an exact opposite. Make her real- ize that she had no acting ability and she might come to her senses. The only thing to do is make her realize that sheis making a fool of herself--and she certainly isf, 4'But how? Tommy inquired. Wait, lim coming to that. I have a friend who is very clever at impersonations. I'll get her to take the part of a very countrified girl whom Mr. Dexter had promised to put on the stage if she ever came to New York. She will act so dumb and so awkward and rave so much about her career and her dra- matic ability, as extolled by Mr. Dexter, that Marcia will realize that Mr. Dexter is prob- ably only laughing at her. Then she may come to her sensesf' Aw, razzleberriesll' cut in Tommy, ullm going home. HAII right then, so long, Tommyf' And Sally grinned mockingly. 'gWell, go ahead then. When will I be able to see Marcia again to have her fall on my neck? asked Tommy, icily. HShe ought to be in about that stage next Mondayf, prophesied Sally. L'Come over thenf' MOK., but I don't think it will work. So long Sallyf' And Tommy was gone, slam- ming the door noisily. Sally sat down in a chair and said to her- self, uWhat a pity heis wasted on Marcia. Why should she want him anyway? Heis much more suited to mefoh well, here goes! And she reached for the telephone. Tommy, on the way home thought HI hope it works, I hope it works, and tried to pic- ture her blond perfection, but somehow everytime it would be Sallyis saucy face he visualized. A week slowly dragged by while Tommy buried himself in work to keep away from the telephone. At last Monday arrived and he dashed for Marcia's but on the way he thought, Gosh, it is awfully sweet of Sally to do this. Really I ought to do something for her. Maybe I'll introduce her to Don, he ought to like her. Great guns hereis the house! Whatlll I say? He entered the hall and again ran into Sally, a regular collision, which shook them both up. He threw an arm around her to steady her and suddenly looked at her. She tried to hide her face, but not before held seen she'd been crying. nSally, he said, surprised, uYou,ve been crying. Whatis the matter? i' 6'Nothing much,'7 she answered. 'LYou- y0u'd better go in to Marcia, she's in the other roomfj Sally started to move but found she couldn't. Tom1ny's arms were still around her. 'GMarcia be darnedi' said Tommy, sud- denly discovering that Sally had long lashes and very blue eyes. uSaIly, I-I-look at me, Sally! Sally, I'm going to kiss you. MNO, donitll' cried Sally, and looked at him.

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X241 THE ADVOCATE LITTLE THINGS I PRIZE J. Roberts, '33 I know that there are a great many people besides myself who have in some protected spot a collection of seemingly worthless trinkets fsome call them souvenirsl that are prized highly. They are entirely without value to everyone except the owner. Their monetary value cannot be measured, for they are priceless. These trinkets may be such insignificant appearing things as a broken comb, a splinter of wood, or a snapshot. One could go on for hours enumerating possibili- ties and never reach their limit. I went into my collection today and I will try to show you what took place. I found an old knife, one of my own. It is priceless to me. Knife and I have been through a good deal together. This knife, old, rusty and broken as it seems, is alive with memories bright and cheery. It speaks to me of hikes in the autumn sun, of bright sunny days whittling on the log by the old swimming hole. That leads me to the pleas- ant memories of the fun I had swimming with the fellows. It is a reminder of one day in particular, a summer afternoon on the river. The banks were green and the trees in this particular spot were leaning out over the wateris edge with an infinite grace that nature alone is queen of. The warm browns, dull grays, and greens of the wood mingled with the dancing rays of sun, the white splash of breaking water, and the smooth covering of warm blue of the sky, all combined to form the most- nearly perfect picture that the soul could cry for. This and many other associations endear this old companion to me. In another corner of the box I picked up an empty 22 caliber shell. This immediately brought to my mind the picture of a winterfs day when I was snowbound in a small village in the country. The beauty of the trees and foliage covered with snow, the driving wind carrying the salt tang of the ocean to my nostrils, the invigorating nature of it all, transposed me for the moment into an early pioneer fighting the fight of a conqueror. If there is a spark of romance in you, you can sense and live that moment with me and experience the quick course of blood through your veins that accompanies the mere thought of the hardy woodsman native to our American soil. Next I found not a valuable necklace or a S100 bill but a snapshot of one of my pals- a pal in the real sense of the word, a fellow who is loyal to the last, one who accom- panies you as a friend and companion through lifeis rocky road and shares your sorrows and joysg the pal you go to when you are blue and broken-spirited. Fellows, this is your dad and a regular fellow from the bottom of his feet to the top of his head, bent and grayed from care and worry over his thankless son. Finally, I found a piece of bridal wreath pressed in a book. How clear was the memory that this contained! It was the day of my brotheris wedding and my martyrdom. My brother was leaving home and I simply couldn't live through it. I was neglected and forgotten. It was a cruel, cruel world. Ah! Woe was me. I would go through life and bear my cross like a man in spite of all, I decided. All this was written in the heart of a faded flower. Priceless? A THOUGHT Phyllis Brown, 533 I lay on the warm dry sand and basked in the sun. D A little breeze came dancing Making frothy ruffles on the smooth green of the water, Shining in the sunlight like a hundred thou- sand sequins On a gorgeous mermaid's evening gown,