Petersburg High School - Missile Yearbook (Petersburg, VA)

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-bf PETERSBURG man SCHOOL 140'- Old Panama By Phyllis Hersh . N air of peaceful quiet prevails here in this old and ruined city. The jungle silently and slowly continues to take possession of a once beautiful and powerful metropolis. We stood in the still silence of the tropical mid-afternoon, with the sun beating down mer- cilessly upon us, and looked out to sea. The indigo waters had fled from the golden strip of sand that lined the shore where the century-old, but still protecting Wall had failed to hold the the encroaching waves back from a moldering, crumbling city. A mile away the waters sparkled and leaped, but between the strip of golden sand and that lovely flashing blue was a barren waste of sticky black muck that held on its bosom small sun- fiecked' puddles. Curious blue crabs ran lightly over its surface, and small sea folk played about in their tiny silver puddles. Bits of drab seaweed and pink shells lay where Neptune had forsaken them, awaiting his return. Soon the waters would come hurry- ing back, the waves tumbling over one another in their haste to reach the shore. Neptune would once more gather up his chil- dren, and again a lovely bay would smilingly adorn the barren waste. As I stood there, the rattle of an anchor chain came to me down through the ages. The tide was high, and just outside the shallow bay a Spanish merchant ship had come to anchor. Her sails iiapped idly, and the rhythmic singing of the deck hands came across the water, as boats were lowered over the side and 'were quickly loaded by brawny men, whose bodies swayed to the chants of their shipmates. The oars dipped and rose and flashed in time to the boatswain's lusty shouts. Eagerly, the many small boats skimmed over the shallow waters and were soon beached. No sooner had their burdens been carried up the paved ramp to the top of the sea wall, of which the King of Spain, having grown impatient at giving so much from his vast treasure chests to build, made the statement that he expected to rise one morning and see from out his chamber windows the wall, rising in majestic silence on the horizon, than a great commo- tion went up from the throng that awaited them. The shrill, ex- cited calling of women over their bargaining, the shouts of the merchants, the quick, sharp barking of dogs broke the monotone that had prevailed. Women in picturesque, long, full-skirted dresses, with their White or black mantillas, the well dressed -19-. .

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THE MISSILEU Gliding o'er a gilded ocean 'Tis a bark of glitt'ring gold. Oh, the wealth of such devotion God hath given young and old, Stirring now my true emotion! Awe-inspired, I stand there gazing, At the wonders God hath wrought: Head bowed down, but soul uplifted, By the lesson nature's taught, Of a man with God thus gifted. ll' 4' ll' Ill III Sonnet of Spring 'Tis spring, and life is budding forth in gleeg The merry robin redbreasts gayly sing Above the springing, chirping everything. The earth is blooming out in every tree, And bears sweet nectar to the bumblebee. In every pond a knee-deep song does ring, And chilling winter dares no longer cling To a world where joyous spring would victor be But man, for whom it all was Wrought by God In form remains the same, yet by it all He is inspired to seek for greater things: To trust in Him who made us from that sod From which the flowers at His gentle call Have sprungg hence man to his Creator sings lk if Ill ll' IV On An Atheist I saw it wand'ring through the vale, A sad and lonely sight: I heard its wan and weary wail, In the silence of the night. The echo as it answered yet, Its Weird and wild refrain In groans and moans, I'll ne'er forget My heart did pierce with pain. It stood there by the spring of life, Till it sank upon the sodg But it knew not how to vie with strife- 'Twas a soul without its God.

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-01 --THE M1sslLE merchantmen, and the barefoot boat crews in torn and dirty clothing lent a varied touch of color to sand and sky. Perhaps a few tiny tots looked on in wonder or ran up and down the sandy strip and joyously picked up the shells that were teasingly just out of reach of the waves. Old Sol had smiled on those people of yesteryear just as he does on us of today. I often wongier just how many millions of tales Sol could tell us if he wou . Another picture loomed before me, a painted picture of sea and sky. It was a dull sky, for Helios had hid his smiling face in sorrow. It was an oily, grayish sea over which the ship skimmed, urged on by the wind that filled its sails to bursting. Salt spray fiew from beneath its prow. The fleeing ship's hold was filled with the treasure of a rich city. Sir Henry Morgan and his buccaneers came panting to the beach and cursed the fleeing ship on the horizon. He must have raged in his wrath at the tide that had left the tiny boats in the bay high and dry. He would have to wait several hours before he could reach the remaining ship at anchor, which he could easily confiscate for use in pursuing the rich prize that had slipped through his aching fingers. -My dreaming was disturbed by the rather realistic clink of coins, rattled close to my ear. One of the party shook his filled hand and made it clink tantalizingly. A merry, wicked gleam came to his eyes as he grinned and said, Some nickels Morgan forgot. I, being quite young in years and thick headed tunfor- tunately, this curious malady has stuck with mel immediately started to search the beach. I searched in vain while my good friend picked up coin after coin. It was quite a while before I found that he threw the coins on the beach ahead while I was not looking and would then calmly gather them only to repeat the action. Needless to say, I was laughed at for my stupidity. I turned and entered the ruins of the Cathedral, centuries old, but still a place of majesty and interest. Built of stone and mortar, its walls and tower had withstood the elements. The blue sky, with its cottony clouds as its roof now, and the doors had long since fallen to dust. A tiny seed had found an earth- filled crevice high up on one of its lofty walls and had grown into a majestic tree. Its searching roots had reached down on either side of the masonry to find what nourishment they could, and so lent a grotesque appearance to one corner of the huge, massive structure. A little to one side a once magnificent stone circular stairway led upward to the bell tower. I mounted .20-