Petersburg High School - Missile Yearbook (Petersburg, VA)

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4 The Missile The footlights of the world are bright, Its snares and thorns not oft discerned; To brave such perils we have learned — To gain success with might and right — At dear old P. H. S. Each member leaves with saddened heart To enter on the stage of life, And meet with happiness and strife. And with fond mem’ries now we part — Forever — P. H. S. II. Come, now, Terpsichore, Oh laurel wreathed muse! Clio! Ope futurity’s blank page And from thy sceptered thrones Thalia, and thou, Melpomene Dispel thy mirth and rage! Descend! And on this day Behold the comedy or tragedy We each and all must play! Meyek H. Lavenstein, ’ 16 .

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Dl m [0 (II m m THE MISSILE Published by the Students of the Petersburg High School PETERSBURG. VIRGINIA VOL, V. JUNE. 1916 NO. 6 m m m (II dl dl T ttm 0f % 3un ffllaaB nf 191fi I. The entrance which we make this eve Now ends the prologue of our play — Rehearsed four years this very day; Hence all applause we may receive Is due to P. H. S. Ambition’s hand is that which calls Us onward — in failure or success, Prosperity, or dark distress. To strive — and honor those old halls Endeared to P. H. S. The halls of learning are but steps That lead to halls of fame. We start The upward climb but to depart Reluctantly. Youth’s sun now sets — Yet gleams at P. H. S ' .

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The Missile 5 m(e Boicp 99iti;tn ADEMOISELLE de Lannay, entice the Ger- man into a place where we can capture him, and your father will be freed immediately.” “But, Monsieur, don’t you see that that is impossible for me to do?” pleaded the girl, rising and going to the table at which the Baron de iVarion sat. He shrugged, gesticulated, but never looked up, and pushed the electric button at his elbow. The secretary came in almost immediately. “You have drawn up the document, Montignac?” For an answer the man handed de Varion a paper with the official seal in one corner. He looked up significantly at the girl beside him and reached for his pen. “Oh!” she gasped and stumbled to the window, but her agony brought nothing but a smile from the man at the desk as he began to sign the paper. “Stop,” cried the girl, “I yield.” She seized the half signed death warrant from the hands of the man. “Ah! Mademoiselle is reasonable at last. Mademoiselle will not be sorry she did this,” grinned the now elated Gov- ernor of Castle, rising and bowing to the girl. “Baron de Varion, I want no thanks from you. I yield only to save the. life of my father,” exclaimed the girl, her magnificent eyes glittering like live coals. Baron de Varion bit his lips and bowed. It was hard for him to keep his temper when crossed; and this girl — ah, how she reminded him of her father, the man he hated ! “I suppose I am still to have the time agreed upon,” ex- claimed the girl. “Most assuredly,” confirmed the Baron. “Very well, I shall leave at seven,” replied the girl, and went out shuddering as she passed the man who had caused her so much misery. No longer was she the care-free girl she had been three weeks before when the great war began, but a woman crushed by the deeds she must needs do.