Park City High School - Kalendar Yearbook (Knoxville, TN)

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Still the -clear voice rang on, not a break not a falter, and the last lines were best of all. When shall their glory fade? Oh the wild charge they made! All the world wonder'd. Honor the charge they made! Hfonor the Light Brigade, P Noble six-hundred! There was a deafening applause when the curtain went down. Nor would it stop. The dean of Columbia stepped up to Joyce. They are clapping you back, he said. Once more the curtain rose. Joyce stepped forward. Then that clear voice again filled the building. There was no wavering, straight through the poem the voice went on steadily. When Joyce reached the street her Uncle Markie was Waiting for her. After they were safe in the cab Joyce said faintly, ' ' I 'm so tired, Uncle Mark. On arriving at the house Aunt Elisa- beth helped Joyce out of the clothes. But she could not sleep, instead she tossed about until Aunt Elisabeth came into her room. Aunt Elisabeth did not stay long but went out hastily and Joyce heard the telephone bell ring. The next thing Joyce knew the doctor was bending over her, then she lost conscious- ness. Tom, thoroughly ashamed, went at length to beg Joyce 's 'pardon for the way he had acted. When he reached his Uncle 's house he heard that Joyce had been unconscious for three days. What is the matter? he asked. Typhoid, said his Uncle shortly. For three weeks Joyce 's life hung in a balance but at last the crisis came. Tom begged to be allowed to watch it through. The physician was doubtful. Without waiting for an answer Tom went into the sick room. He dropped on his knees beside the bed. Sister, he moaned, my little sister. Joyce smiled wanly. Don't, oh! don't leave me, little sister. Why, Brer, she said, I'm going to see you take your course abroad. And the crisis was over, the scales had dropped on the life side. Ada McAlpine, '10, 52

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plained why she had come alone, her plan to take Tom's place and expressed her apprehensions on the subject. Uncle Markie looked at her with admiration. You are a brick, he ejaculated. Bat Uncle Markie, said Joyce, I will have to have my hair cut. Not on your life, girlie. I have a plan. llWhat?77 Why, I had an English soldier suit made for Tom and you shall have it. You can put your hair into the cap. HUncle Markie, I'm going to practice every minute now. Isn't it a shame that some of the children who Were to take parts have typhoid? You had better rest some. You 'll be sick yourself. After all is over, not until then. At last the night came and Uncle Markie had a cab called to take Joyce to Madison Square Garden. No one noticed the cloaked figure go into the side entrance. Joyce waited patiently while one after another of the boys and girls went forward to speak. Soon it would be her turn. How her heart thumped- Woiild it burst? . There was one in the audience who had a guilty conscience. Tom had come up with Jack Bradley. Had the people crossed out his name? H'e was soon to find out. The curtain was down and the band was playing. Suddenly the curtain rose. There stood an English soilder. Jack nudged Tom and pointed to the programs which had been put upon each side of the stage. The boards bore in large letters: Charge of the Light Brigade -Thomas Linden. Half a league, half a league, half a league onward, How the words rang! The house was hushed instantly. Tom gasped and looked at Jack and Jack looked at Tom. The soldier whip- ped out ra sword an-d waving it shouted: Flashed all their sabres bare, Flashed as they turned in air, Sabring the gunners there, Charging an army, while All the world wondered 3 Plunged in the battery smoke Right through the line they broke, Cassock and Russian Reel 'd from the sabre stroke Shattered and sunder'd, Then they came back, but not Not the six hundred. 51

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