Orleans High School - Sword Yearbook (Orleans, VT)

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THE ,SLK QF LI FE Having walked over the week for about four years, life, The first three miles, more or less level, speeds I am lucky enough to get a reminds me of the easy life same stretch of road twice a it reminds me of the path of as the road is of cement and along easily, and sometimes, ride. This part of my walk that I led as a child, which was full of happy, carefree days, of playing and going to graded school, Then as I turn off from this road, I come to a steep grade, It is then that I become aware of the hard journey that is ahead of me as I did when I entered high school. I can see all the responsibilities that are set before me and realize that I have to make the grade, New I only have myself to lean on, As I reach the top of each hiif, I have a feeling that the farther I go the more SNc'JSSful I am. Each hill is longer and steeper. .' Ihen I Uc'ch the top of the fourth hill, I look back on my four gears of high school with its trials and accomplishments, It took quite a while but I had won the grade. . Next there is a level stretch and then a bend, As I turn the bend there is another hill, then I put my best foot forward to gain steepest and longest hill career, It seems as though But there it is coming into view, and now at the top. I feel very tired, but I I rest awhile, the top of the on my journey. This is my I will never reach the top, I have arrived have to go on since I have not reached my destiny, The rest of the way is on the up-grade and is very rough, This makes me think of marriage with all its trials and hardships. Then I turn off from this course and my legs do not move so fast and I feel very tired and sunk in spirit and imagine that I am an old lady and very humble. - Finally I reach the last bend. I see a picture tht means everything. It is my destiny in the ' path 'of life--my grave. But in reality it is a house with two trees in front, The house needs painting and some of the window panes are broken, The sun, in all its glories, the two majestic trees to make a never forget. I feel a tingle in rays of the setting with the shadows of picture that I will Uf heart and my feet combine feel lighter, Maybe it doesn't sect much to you but to me it is--HOME, Thelma Scott '40

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if Q X1 h ,, -fff-as f A 21 K f Ch e 'z A - 5 SUPERSTFTICN Webster defines a superstition as Many belief, con- ception, act or practice resulting from such a state of m1nd.u The Encyclopedia Americana classes superstition as Wthat which others believe and we do notu. Superstition has played a major part in the life and activities of man. The farmer plants his crops when certain actions of animals are favorable. Wars have been waged because the leaders thought that the gods were favoring them. In the world of sport, superstition is ever present. Baseball players carry rabbits' feet in their pockets. Crossing the bats is thought to bring bad luck. Many athletes carry charms with them. Fishermen go fishing according to superstitious beliefs. One be- lief of fishermen is that two trout cannot be caught out of the same hole on the same day, but I'have disproved this belief. It is true that many beliefs have been proved time and again, but there is one that surely was not true in the last presidential election. It mas UAs Maine goes, so goes the Unionn. Here are some superstitiL,s derived in our own country. In Michigan a double cfv r knot is carried in the pocket to cure rheumatism. Amc.g the West Virginia mountaineers the crowing of a cock before the door tells of coming company. In New England the sailors carry as a talisman a bone taken from a living turtle, a pebble from a fishhawk's nest or a small bone from the head of a cod. There are hundreds of other -superstitious too numerous to mention. Many of the old superstitions have passed away, but there still remain amo g every race of people many pop- ular beliefs and many of them seem destined to be in use as long as man exists. Newton Washer '41

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RARE NQVELTIES we American people have a definite fancy toward the so-called dumb animals. In this category probably the fills domestica feat to youl, the canis familiaris of ihe canidae family Kdogl, are undoubtedly the most well nowno BSGHUSG of this fact I have taken it upon myself to acquaint you with a few of the 'lesser known domestics. I will try to arrive at a conclusion through an experi- ence of mine which took place a while ago. As a salesman, you can well imagine that my experi- ences are 'abundant, and to say the least, 'var1ed. I meet all kinds of people, good and bad, rich and pooh but I'm most interested in my prospect through his en- vlronment. On this particular day, business having been excep- tionally good, I was in no immediate hurry as I came upon one of many dilapidated shacks in this vicinity. With the customary knock, I barged in. Woe be the day that stirred'my not too well-trained ambition to this particular brancl of 'business! I had not more than taken a step into the dwelling -than I was filled with one of the most reeking odors that I ever encountered in my life. I can't recall that my labora- tory experiences ever climaxed such drastic measures.' Clearing my eyes with a severe shake of my head and holding my breath as well as could be possible. under such conditions, I began to search for the source of my bereavement. Unfortunately, I found it without having to look very far. The situation was really appalling and at the time I didnlt find it very amusing. In one corner was p goat, a black one at thatg probably the cutest goat I ever laid my eyes on. I ap- proached the thing and stealthily I reached out and patted the little beggar. Another calamity! I took my hand away to adjust my glasses and the prominent part of my face rejected the idea completely. I had hardly recovered when my acute sense of hear- ing was aroused by a very distinctive grunt. Of all things, a pig-sty in the living-room! With- out further adieu, I made a rush for the door, for at the time. I had no doubt that there was a horse in a closet and a calf in the woodbox. ' A few days later, after I hal partially recovered from this most unpleasant incident, I consoled myself by trying to conceive what might have happened had the ten- ant been home. I say, nLeave well enough alone.n Lucien Lambert '40