Perry Township High School - Petonian Yearbook (Perryopolis, PA)

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W gg THEIPETO NVIAN . '5'1 l . in E., Vin: , Y, 'K r JUST'A?STORY . V Maude QE. Lepley L V A f 1- V t .Q r 5. 11-f f , Christmas eomesibut once a year. Did-you know that? enough when .there are ithousands' upon thousands ,of people- all ready to grab for the same thing at the same time and at the' -same counter when you expressly wish to get something. And in the end when you finally feel yourself within reach ,of the goal for which you are striving 'land find exhausted, that you don't want itat all+the same conclusion preached the pressing hundreds aroundfyou. c ' ' ' j 'There are three things thatcome to rny'mind,when the ,significant word Christmas is uttered. -These are: the origin of Christmas, the snow, and how many people are giving you gifts for whom you havenit-, bought anything. The last embracesall that horrible orgy called Christmas shop- ping. - X X. Q, D , j ' Christmas! Who doesn't love Christmas? What does Christmas, bring to your mind? Thoughtsfmof ra savory, 'roasted turkey, cranberry sauce, mincemeat pie and plum- pudding, ll fear are the thoughts' that the word Christmasconjures up in the minds of those rude swains,whoseAhearts,.are reached through their stomachs: But to yeiwho have-souls, ,Christmas 'is the time of cheer, a time when all hearts are softened by that beautiful story in which our Savior wasiborn into the world. A ln' the jostling' happy throngs that move along our Fifth avenues we see happy facesf Christ- mas is no time for heartache, yet how many hearts are aching beneath those happy looking exteriors. V V A ' Milly stood looking in Lat the jewelry store window. 'Her dark violet eyes, gazing upon a little long platinum wrist watch. .I Y ' And how she wanted that wrist- watch! She held up her slim white arm and imagined that dainty watch there. But Milly was poor and like- wise her parents. 'F . , . Tears came to her eyes and sparkled on her cheek as she thought of 'that pretty watch. Turning sadly away, thinking of the bare. Christmas expected at home she walked on, not knowing whither. Now Milly was young, desperately young, and youth can't be depressed long. The farther she walked the brighter grew her violet eyes andthe dampness of the-:-Air curled her hair into little ringlets. Her steps grew light and, buoyant. Youth, flambuoyant youth' threw a shining lustre about her, hard, to scribe, shouting aloud thathere was youth, unconquerable y0L1tl1! .Qlfllhat

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50 THE PETONIAN cannot crumble because he went down fighting for his ideal. VVoodrow VVilson-your name stands first on the list of peace-makers. Here I write mine second and may God give each one of you courage enough to follow. Great has been the work of obscure heroes. Greater than our bustling world has ever given us time to stop and think about. Jonathan Edwards is famous but each little Puritan who endured the hardships of severe winters and persisted in spite of any opposition is just as great if not greater. Daring pioneers are famous but each humble man who took his family and conquered the barriers of a savage continent is just as great if not greater. George Washiligton is famous but each American son who gave his life for a noble cause is just as great if not greater. Woodrow Wilson-you too are famous but each man, woman, and child who by his living helps to usher in a new era of peace is just as great-yes greater. To all you I pay my tribute: Strew not on the hero's hearse Garlands of a herald's verse Let us hear no words of fame Sounding loud a deathless name. Tell us of no vauntful glory Shouting forth her haughty story All life long their homage rose To far other shrines than those In hoc signo, pale nor dim Lit the battlefield for them, And the prize they sought and won Was the crown for duty done.

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52 THE PETONIAN mattered the world, its sorrows, its heartaches, its tears? Youth, beauty, and love is aptly expressed in this daintily formed, though poorly clad piece of humanity who walked along pondering the wheres, the whats, and the whys of liie. People passing Milly on the Stiljeetbeithier stopped to stare or craned their necks, much to the pain of that poor member. But all unheeding, she walked on. She didn't know she made such a picture. And it wasn't altogethervher looks. ,In societyicircles Milly would not have fitted as a beauty, but iti'vvas.the youth he'ri'tl'iat 'attraeted these life' hardened kworlidllyh viltisempeoplel who isoririixvlfully their' heads' T and maiiyifhlafd 'tears in itheir eyes sliecfto the nieiiioryfof'th'eir'lostl'iroulth: ' .E - ' ' 5' N tw. .,.frlE:'.1i?f 1' . ' Go with me-now to the gr,o1,inds of,the most? aristocratic mansion of which , A 5 .. the,town-nboasted,lParklerwood'., Even though it was December the weath- er was like that of spring. An old man with-gray' hair, puffyfface and Hlmy eyes, supported. by a cane walked over his spacious grounds, over fterracedlawnsi and through the niiniatuFe'ltforest that now was stripped bare and stood 'out 'aunt 'and solitary 'ivith its drfbranclies Hutterin in . . .V . ', , . 3 7 g the breeze. ' ' ' 1 ' V Everything about the place was old. The house was of an old Eng- lish style, that stood majestic and aloof. The owner was old, the servants were old and even thechickens' in'th'e' chicken yard-werewold. The 'gardener was aged 'and withered. f The trees in thevgroirnds had weathered the 'elements for sizitlyiyears :dr more. And5 into -this atmosphere of age flut- lterediyouth inpersdn of Milly. She ha'd'wandered from the busy avenue, 'through paved 'stlreetsinto the old-fashioned driveway of this mansion.. - at ,, MH: , . f The man walking hand in-hand with old father time and with one 'foot in the grave, the other being.-supported by the cane, waslbitter. iLife 'was exacting now her dues fromffhimh He,-feltibitter that wealth, could not bring him youth and happiness. But lo for, the rniracle! Vylnto musing steps little Milly. V i A Oh T beg your pardon sirfi stepping :back with fear in her eyes for she had been so absorbed thinking about Christmas that she had not noticed where her footsteps haddled her. I , F Wi ' 't ' W' if -saffagmr. Our hero, for such he is, answered gruffly not thinking it would sound .soiharsh That's all right doxunott allow strangiers on my grounds. 0h sir I'1l 'rightfiiivzfyf' iBlilI 'what was-'fthie matter? Hadiftfshe said 'the' right thing? NVl'iy57t'hef'old mafiiufasdactually turning' pale. -But iiolilhne wasn't'ilturningwfpialle Nivithihaiiger, ithwas 'his bad heart that had :missed 'anofl'ierMbeiat. iS'oirie'day that Same heakt iitas going to miss one ut6o irh'any'fbeatslland.Aleavelthiiin'Ito the':iiie13cy 'Eif'the'idevil for didn?t'the 'Bible sayMthatfuit'i's'ieasiei ior'1aTcarnel 'to '4e'1ite'iiUthe eye of a-'needle-than 'ai rich hfzihhitoi'eiiteirktliii-'9kingd'oinof heaive1ii? f-'iA5A'h'Q Sf15OC1 thEre','with