Petersburg High School - Missile Yearbook (Petersburg, VA)

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6 The Missile Days passed slowly, until Barbara was almost well and Miss Macdonald slowly becoming better. Then they told her how it would be when she recovered — she could not walk much. And when they told her, she just turned to the wall for a moment. Then she turned again and softly sang a verse of an old ballad, haunting and sweet. She had sacri- ficed, but not in vain. Barbara, unthinking, answered, and sang another, still more softly, her voice full of sorrow and grief. Then as her voice grew stronger with emotion, she realized of a sudden that it was a new something singing, something wonderful and strong. For she could sing. — Ida Routh, ' 16 . “Jimmie, your face is dirty again this morning!” ex- claimed the teacher. “What would you say if I came to school with a dirty face?” “I ' d be too perlite,” replied Jimmie, “to say anything, ma’am,” THE COUNTRY HOTEl’s RULES AND REGULATIONS. If you find no bell, ring the towel. Guests on retiring, please remove their shoes. Guests are required not to speak to dumb waiters. Guests wishing to go driving will be supplied with nails. If your room gets too hot, open the window and watch the fire escape. If you want to practice ball, you’ll find a pitcher on the stand. If there is no water in your room, turn back the cover and find the springs.

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The MissHiE 5 the gate, and the ditch. There would be no jumping. She glanced at Miss Macdonald. She was very pale, but there was no flinching in her grey eyes — instead, a firm, but des- perate purpose. She had half risen. And now, clinging to the buggy, she climbed over the dashboard, to the madly- lurching shafts. How they pitched ! How near were Pluto ' s awful hoofs! But — how near was the pine tree! With des- perate caution she worked her way forward, step by step, clutching at the harness for support. And now she had gained the horse’s back, and was unbuckling the straps wrapped around the shafts on each side. And now, she was working her way back to the dash. And now she had un- buckled the straps farther back, until only the traces held the mad horse to the careening buggy. The shafts struck him on his fore legs at every leap. Imminent destruction threatened. Working quick as lightning, the girl snatched the reins from her friend, tossed them forward, and unfast- ened one trace. The singletree whirled and the buggy jerked — the other trace broke, and Pluto was free. For one moment the buggy quivered, on two wheels, and Miss Macdonald clung to the broken shafts. Then the buggy came to a stop, and the girl fell lifelessly to the ground. In a flash Barbara was at her side, bending anxiously over her. She straightened her — for one foot was doubled under her — loosened her clothing, did what she could. But what could be done? Perhaps — (things were becoming black) — perhaps she could get some water, and — and — she dropped. In the mad race she had been struck by a flying stone. And the two were found there late in the night, both unconscious, and were carried to the house. Doctors were summoned, and nurses, but it was long before they came. And when they did the doctors were very uncommunicative. Barbara would be all right in a few days, but Miss Mac- donald — one should not be pessimistic, they said, but her foot was in very bad condition. She would never be able to walk far again.

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The Missile 7 CHotttmmttrattanB from “Prittate iemot” “Somewhere” in Northern France. December 24, 1 14. To Editor of “Third Year Weekly News” — I hope this will reach you in time to be published before the New Year’s issue, as I should like to proclaim to all the United States what an adventurous life it is to be in the trenches of the French army. Early in September I volunteered for the French army, but I was not sent to the front until late in October, the 28th to be exact. Our company was sent into the second line of trenches until we became used to trench life, and then on the 9th of November, we were ordered to occupy the first line of trenches imtil we became used to the life, and then was not that I was afraid, but there was a twitching feeling all over my body that every man experiences on his first day of real fighting. Eight hours after we had occupied the trenches, the Ger- mans began sniping at us, but their shots had no effect. Soon a huge shell burst about one hundred yards in front of our trench, and some behind us. I only wondered what would happen if one of those large shells exploded in our trench, where I was. But I soon gave it up, because we saw a Taube flying overhead, trying to get our range and send it by wire- less telegraphy to the battery. We turned four machine guns upon it, but the Taube was out of range, and it suffered no harm. But one of the larger guns in the second trench dis- abled it, and it was forced to retire. Then there came a lull in the firing. The captain in command, issued an order to stand by to repel invaders, and his words were whispered down the line. Soon there came a volley, two volleys, three volleys, and then continuous firing from the enemy. A gray line of German infantry sprang up from their trenches as if by magic, and charged down upon us. But we were ready for them, with fixed bayonets.