Petersburg High School - Missile Yearbook (Petersburg, VA)

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10 The Missile Spring liaoito far as I can tell, no one has been able, as yet, to describe the witchery of the woods in Spring. But the fact remains that there is such a thing. Just go into any wood dur- ing the month of April and see for your- self, Perhaps, it may seem a little damp and dark at first to unaccustomed eyes, but before you know it, you are scrambling around over the rocks looking for ferns. The tiny pink arbutus trailing upon the ground gives you the first feeling of joy, and by the time you have found Jack-in-the-pulpits and lady slippers, you are completely en- chanted. Three lazy lizzards basking in the sun and blink- ing their funny little eyes scurry away at your approach. And on every side the songs of many birds can be heard, and the blended fragrance of flowers and new earth floats to you. The bright sunbeams finding their way through the fresh new leaves dance along until they glance back into your eyes from the little stream on whose bank you are standing. The murmur of this brook now swollen by the spring rains seems to call you on. And you follow along its twisting bank, every minute some new joy. Here you s a diminutive red squirrel on an old log chattering away to his mate, who is hidden up in a nearby tree, and there you see a clump of white and pink azalia beckoning to you to come and gather it. But you follow your little guide the brook, until it turns traitor and leads you from the joy of the woods out into the open again. Franobs Tucker Bryan, ’ 18 . We laugh at teachers’ jokes. No matter what they be. Not because they’re funny. But because it’s policy.

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The Missile 9 down the rear stairs to her carriage. She must save him. Yes, the governor was in, he would see her at once, Mon- tignac told her grinning insolently. “Ah, my pretty one, at last I have you alone,” he began at the same time attempting to take her in his arms. “Oh!” she screamed and struck him across the face; but he only held her closer. “Montignac,” shouted the voice of the Baron, from the door. “How dare you ? Begone you dog, at once,” he com- manded, striking the man a heavy blow.” Now, Mademoi- selle, what can I do for you?” “I came to tell you that the message I sent you is worth- less now,” she gasped out. “Oh! no it isn’t,” he answered. “But it soon will be,” cried a voice from the door. And there stood Von Mettre! “Oh !” moaned the girl piteously, as she sank into a chair. “Who are you?” demanded the Baron. “I am Horace von Mettre, confidant of the German gen- eral, and your son.” “Ah ! ah ! so at last I see you, but it will not be for long,” chuckled the Baron drawing nearer the table. “One step more and you’re dead, de Varion,” warned von Mettre, leveling a revolver at the Baron’s head. “Shoot, Monsieur, my attendant will come and then .” That he held the higher card the Baron was well aware. Suddenly he heard a step behind him and wheeled. There stood Montignac, no longer a slave to the other man’s will, but an enemy seeking revenge. In his hand was a revolver. “Now, de Varion, you called me a dog. You promised me the hand of Mademoiselle; you lied.” He shot. At the same time de Varion drew and pulled his trigger. Both fell simultaneously. Von Mettre spang to the girl’s side and hur- ried her out to the waiting carriage, where she sat help- lessly. “My darling,” he whispered gathering her close, “you were true.” — Sarah Eadcliffe, ’17.

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The Missile 11 ®tr Sogpr’0 Itatt to Prtprafattrg Iftgl; rl;ool r all times a person should make himself as agreeable as possible, and especially when visiting strangers, because they are unaccus- tomed to that person ' s habits and eccen- tricities and usually judge him by the im- pressions made upon them. In this respect. Sir Eoger is in the zenith of his talents, as he is one of the most agreeable and entertaining people that have ever come under my observation. One incident in particular I will re- late, to show how favorable an impression he made upon the pupils of the Petersburg High School, total stangers to him, as he had never seen them before, nor has he ever since. On account of some delicate transactions in mining stock, in which Sir Eoger was deeply concerned, he was forced to cross over to New York and personally interview his Wall Street broker. I was cordially invited to accom- pany him, but was unfortunately detained here in London. Therefore I was not on hand to witness personally the recep- tion of Sir Eoger at the High School, but I received an ac- count of it later verbatim from Sir Eoger himself. We were walking in his garden one evening when I received the fol- lowing account of his experiences there. “After completing the transactions successfully,” went on Sir Eoger, “I decided to visit different cities of the United States to satisfy my curiosity as to what I had heard and to broaden my knowledge, as it was my first trip to America. Accordingly, I stopped at Boston, Chicago, Philadelphia, Washington, Eichmond, and hosts of other cities, but was most pleased with Petersburg, which, by its quaintness, re- minded me more than any of the others of our English towns. “Arriving there one afternoon, I arranged for my board and lodging at a hotel, and then proceeded to survey the