Petersburg High School - Missile Yearbook (Petersburg, VA)

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«iiii 1111111111111111111111111111111 immimiimmi 1 1 has been obtained during the winter months in Florida, that’s an entirely different proposition. I’ve declared, I know, a hundred times this winter that I’ll never again get sunburned, but just watch me next summer. Let’s try to find some really sound reasons for getting these coveted coats. Well, I can’t find any honest-to-goodness sensible reasons, but there must be some. I think I shall leave this up to you, for I’ve always believed it was a matter of individual taste and opinion. Onward By Morton Townsend Footsore and weary I stop to rest Beneath the shade of a tree ; I l ook back over the road I’ve walked; Only tops of the hills I see. Though slowly I’ve traveled along this road, I’ve made some little way, And though I see more hills to climb, I will arrive some day. As I walk alone this road of life That leads to my heart’s desire, The strength I’ve gained in coming this far Will furnish the strength I require. Page twenty-one ....

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The Obsession By Esther Lavenstein ATIENT doing well, Dr. Hart?” the nurse asked as the surgeon closed the door of room 517 behind him. “Yes, thank you. As a matter of fact he just in- formed me that he feels entirely well again. I don’t have to worry about him any longer,” he answered complacently. “Hard case? I’m on duty upstairs, so I haven’t heard what’s going on down here,” she explained. “On the contrary,” the doctor stated emphatically, “it’s undoubtedly the most interesting case I have handled in a long time. That fellow’s story is worth hearing. He came to me last week with a friend who is studying medicine. You have probably seen the friend — a small, boobish looking chap. It was he who told me Fred Gordon’s history. “Gordon’s father runs a farm in the South, and it is likely that the boy never left it until he went off to the state univer- sity. This was his last year there. His father was able to give him very little help, so it was necessary that he retain a night position of some kind. His was a very strenuous existence, but being a brilliant chap and a studious one, he managed well enough. “A fellow reared on a farm would naturally find living in a cremped room in a crowded dormitory very tiring, but in fine weather Gordon would leave his classes and walk to a place a short distance beyond the campus to study in the open. Late one afternoon about three months ago he returned from his fa- vorite haunt and rushed into his room shouting, ‘There’s a bee in my head!’ “When he had calmed down, he told a group of his friends that while he was studying a bee had flown into his ear. It hadn’t come out, and he could hear it buzzing in his head. It was driving him insane, he said. “The university physicians told Gordon that, as a result of mental exhaustion, he was suffering from hallucinations; he merely laughed at their diagnosis. For a while his friends paid little attention to Gordon’s ravings; then they could scarcely ignore the fact that Gordon didn’t eat, that he paced the floors at night instead of sleeping, and, what was most amazing, that .... Page twenty-two