Peabody High School - Peabody Yearbook (Pittsburgh, PA)

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THE PEABODY 27 Babette's eyes laughed at everybody. but their laughter was somehow a little different when she laughed at Jasper. just as the tones of Babette's voice were somehow softer when she spoke to him. Babette had never given the word, and nothing definite had been decided, but everyone understood, when the young men, uniformed and armed, march- ed swiftly from the village that Babette was going to wait for jasper to return. 1 . Weeks and months passed and brought no news from the departed' men. Things grew 'bad in the village. All were forced to labor night and day. Work did not agree with Babette. At first she managed to laugh and be but as the coarse work became heavier, and her back and feet ached, and her hands, grew rough and ugly, somehow l3abette's eyes forgot to laugh. Time went on 'but still no news. The village was taken and all were forced to work at even more disagreeable tasks: infinitely worse because-they were for the enemy. Work .did not agree with Babette. VVork undone meant punishment. As Babette's eyes had 'forgotten to laugh so they now forgot even to smile. :ic ek ak al: rf: rl: One day the villagers came back among the troops that drove the enemy from the town. That is what was left of the villagers came back. Among them was Jasper. Jasper had gone thru much. but he was a soldier and it had not made him forget how to laugh. He did not recognize Eabette of the tired, frightened eyes and rough, unbeautiful hands, and altho she knew him her eyes did not smile. All had expected a wedding when jasper returned, but with never a backward glance he marched away again. Pk wk bk Pk Ik ll- Had Babette been the heroine of a novel Tasper would have come back some day and taught her eves to laugh again. But Babette was only a peas ant girl, and Jasper--well jasper never came back. . ' Killed ? you say. Oh no! But remember. Above all else in the world Jasper loved big brown eyes that laughed and l3abette's eyes had forgotten how, even to smile.

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26 THE PEABODY the principles for which it is fighting that they may not perish from the earth. But hark! I have not much longer to stay. I-Tear! the bells are beginning to tell my departure. Strive, brother, to make this world a better one than it was during my administration. It will be a hard task, brother, to reform these stubborn, uncompromising people. Nevertheless, I wish you success, plenty of it, brother! How glad the people are of my departure! Farewell, brother, farewell l With these words the Old Year walked away, leaving the New, inexper- ienced, hopeful Year to take up the burdens of life. l..-.,iO-.,.. -... Z -i VERDUN - 1916 Clarence Thayer They shall not pass-they must not pass! The cry rings out from Helds of red. Stripped to the waist behind the guns Firm stand the comrades of the dead. They shall not pass-they dare not pass! The Huns know the men that before them lie. They know that they are face to face VVith men that do not fear to die. They shall not pass-they cannot pass! The flaring guns light up the sky. The Prussian hordes come marching on, Fuel for the fire'-they know not why. They shall not pass-they did not pass! Tho cannons roared and airmen fought, For in the walls of iron and stone, The hearts of Frenchmen faltered not. -1.?0...11 PACK UP YOUR TROUBLES Nancy Lynch. Babette had brown eyes. big brown eyes that laughed. And if there was anything that .Tasper loved above all else in the world it was brown eyes that laughed. That is not strange, you say, everyone does. Everyone indeed. At least so it was in the little village.

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28 T H E P E A B O D Y THE QUEST FOR THE FOUNTAIN OF YOUTH Joseph Shea Harrison. Strange things happen in these days and strangest of all was the quest upon which Dourai set out. He was growing old, past sixty now, and L-ife's years were beginning to lay their mark upon him. Then, one night, Dourai dreamed. A wonderful dream it was. Such a dream as the ancients had, such as they dreamed visions and at once set out to do its bidding. Now Dourai had always believed in dreams and who can prove that he was wrong in doing so? To him, then, on this memorable night, appeared an angel, holy and sublime, more beautiful than all earthly splendors rolled in one. A hush fell with his presence. Then, as out of the far ether, came his voice, calm, sure, sweet and melting, the forgotten tones of heavenly music. Dourai, -the Spirit said, what dost thou most desire of me? O, Spirit! he made answer, of all things I desire, the greatest is Eternal Youth and the Peace that goes with it. ' The Spirit smiled and so benelicent it seemed that a warm thrill filled Dourai and made him feel doubly blessed by having the favor of so great a heavenly being. Thou hast served thy Master well and long,'i the Spirit answered. So shall thy wish be granted thee, seek and thou shalt find. And so speaking he opened wide his golden wings and faded from Dourai's sight. In the morning when Dourai woke he could not realize that it was but a dream so real to him it seemed. Nevertheless, being a remarkable man, and one who knew good signs when he saw them, Dourai set out a little later on his quest, a quest as ancient as man himself. His goods were few, his friends were many. To leave the one it pained him not at all, to leave the latter touched his heart full heavily. Often and often, as he wandered o'er the land and sea, he questioned thus himself. VVhy did I leave my friends and home to seek afar so vain a thing. a goal which I shall never find ? But always came to him the remembrance of the Spirit and always he began again the search for Youth and Peace. Five years past by and left their mark on Dourai as years must always do. His hair had whitened as the snow, his clothes were worn and torn. The light of hope was slowly fading from a face where faith had always lived. At las.t, then, in despair he said sadly to himself, My quest is all in vain. I merely dreamed-it was no vision but a passing fantasy of the sleeping mind. I will give over this vain seeking and return unto my native land There will I end my days and may God grant me peace if not Eternal Youth. And so after many days he came again to his native city but found it changed indeed. His friends were gone, sc-me in eternal sleep, some to other lands and climes. Destitute, his small fortune spent in his vain searchings, he knew not where to go nor what to do. Then, in the high hour of his distress, he found a friend, one whom he had defended in the old days that were past when he, and not the other was in affluence. Dourai, the friend said, I have heard of your strange quest and tho