Peabody Demonstration School - Volunteer Yearbook (Nashville, TN)

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iliutturne Footsteps that scrape the pavement come under the roof-grow deeper on and steps go past up to another world, twenty feet away. Swift rain is singing through the screen To dash sifted handfuls against the pane-black as a square shadow on coaldust. Icy rain that tapped the glass Like bony fingers, grey and gaunt As cold and loneliness Fell finally away And left the night To a generous wind, As formless sweeping, and as beautiful As love. questioning- on archly rising-noted chirp the baby frogs are curious, yet sereneg that's the charm of musicg serenity and spring. Willows don't leaf out in spring- the stair Their thread-like branches catch and hold Scraps of pale cloud-stuff From the wings of the little-girl spring. With creative wind and rain The misty scraps solidify To slender points of bright green That will droop delicately On long hot summer afternoons. Like a perfect chord of music the pink of a sea shell's lining fills all the conscious world with breath-stopped harmony.

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f SUE: Our Senior year started off with a bang. The Peabody football team won every game it played, was not even scored against, and won the Little Ten Cham- pionship. Qliaofball .vceneD DAVID: And after the season the Seniors entertained the team vvith a banquet: Coach made a wonderful speech commending each player. SUE: I'll never forget that banquet. GRACE: Remember the Girl Reserve Kid Party? I'll always remember the way Mr. Beauchamp looked when he came dovvn the slide in his country boy clothes. He was the hit of the party. The junior College gave us a grand Valentine dance in the college gym. SUE: And the radio program over W. S. M.! Chills ran up and down my spine While vve vvere waiting to go 'on the air' after the warning signal had appeared. That was Friday, March 7.1. It was one of the Tmcherlr College of the Air programs. GRACE: It was hard work, but interesting, and a wonderful change after those exams the Week before. DAVID: Let's get away from that subject and talk about something pleasant. On Easter mornin We ave the Easter Breakfast at Kna Farm. Six o'clock and a I S 8 pouring rain, nevertheless about zoo loyal alumni were present. SUE: Mr. Gatvvood came back this year, too. Our opera, Maid in japan was Written by him. That was the most colorful opera We ever took part in. GRACE: We received school letters for the various activities last Thursday. Speaking of honors, David, you were president of the Senior class this year. That's important. DAVID: Didn't the Juniors give us a swell party? It surely was a novel affair. SUE: We forgot to mention the tvvo school dances this year. Francis Craig's orchestra played for the one in the spring. Everybody enjoyed it, I knovv. DAVID: I'll say We did. CS'cene from Jclvaol dental SUE: The next thing is Commencement. Cfilenceb DAVID: I surely do hate to leave the old place. GRACE: Yes, I almost cry every time I think about it. SUE: It's just like leaving home. I CBell ringxf GRACE: It's time to go to class. We'1l have to quit. Hurry! CTlaey Jmztcln up boakr and rink 01110 Curtain SUSAN ANN WALLACE DAVID ATKINSON GRACE GENTRY 20

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Pale moon leaning to the northern sky- Slender-leaning, music-silver- Makes a whirely mystic promise With a diamond star for surety. A street light bright In thick warm night of a mid-south railroad town, Patient-panting, red eyes glowing, great night plunger, hot breath blowing- is stopped for water. Arc light falls white And in its sight Black pansies grow. I want a sweep of dark blue water, Silky ruffled and flowered sparsely With broken stars-to rest my eyes On liquid Soft mobility. Dark Cedars are death-shadowy in deep lush green that sweeps brown-parted to red and time-soft walls. And the brown dust is a sweeping curve to a slender, pillared gallery, where ghosts in crinolines and white goatees are still gracious-welcoming. What's the dim heart-stirring of children playing at twilight out of doors? of front doors open on yellow squares in grey lavender, and shirt-sleeved men calling back and forth where they read papers on their own porch steps in spring gloaming? Rain in the wind earthy wind-alive with frogs and spring. The stars are warm and dim, fading-portently- Rain to-morrow. lt's good to live to-night. JULIA RAMSEY