Petersburg High School - Missile Yearbook (Petersburg, VA)

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Here the doctor paused, and a broad grin spread over his face. “If you go into his room, you’ll see a bee in a tube on the table by his bed. I gave my son ten cents to catch it for me this morning.” Poems By Josephine Roper Ideals We walk, but never can we gain. We strive and strain with all our might. In distance they remain the same, Horizons ever clear in sight. Thus ideals wing their way above, And soar aloft to regions high. They cannot be attained by us, It matters not how hard we try. Crocus Cautiously you raise your head Stealthily from my flower bed. Bravest of all the mighty host, Your courage you may truly boast. Arrayed in royal colors bright Of purple and gold and purest white, It’s hardly practical, I’d say, For spies like you to be so gay; For all the ground is dark around, And did you think you’d not be found? But go, dear Crocus, and tell the rest To follow you at my request. i it mi mi .... Page twenty-four

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▼ £P. 3(. §. he hardly looked at his books. He constantly complained of ‘that infernal buzzing’ in his head. “Finally his roommate, the fellow who is with him now, realized that unless something were done for Gordon, he’d waste away to nothing. He must be very wealthy to be able to afford such an expensive friendship. (Personally I think he feels more curiosity than friendship for young Gordon, but that is beside the point). Over two months ago he toook Fred Gordon to Philadelphia to see a renowned specialist, who examined Gordon thoroughly and told him to stop acting like a fool. I’ll wager that half of the doctors in Philadelphia examined him, and they all gave him the same advice. “All the while my young patient was growing worse and worse. His friend told me that Gordon used to sit in their hotel room for hours, his eyes closed, listening to the humming of the bee. Often he would ask him if the noise was annoying him, too. “From Philadelphia they went to New York; there Gordon underwent more examinations and heard over and over again, ‘It’s your imagination.’ By that time Gordon was ready to give up and go back to his father’s farm, where he would spend the rest of his days listening to the bee’s humming; the still gen- erous friend, however, insisted that they try Chicago as the last resort. First they went to Dr. Johnson at the City Hospital. He gave them no satisfaction, so they came here. “I talked with Gordon for quite a while. He was pitifully thin, and his eyes looked tired; the boy couldn’t seem to keep his hands still for a minute. When he told me about the noise in his head, he became almost hysterical and kept shouting at me, ‘I can’t stand it any longer! I can’t! I can’t!’ After I had talked with his friend, I gave him a brief examination ; then I told him I couldn’t understand how the other men he had seen could have failed to detect the insect. Immediately the boy grew calmer, and when I told him to come back this morning and I’d operate, he was almost happy. “When he came this morning, I had his head shaved; then we gave him chloroform. I barely scratched his scalp, and when my job was done, I swathed his head in bandages. I was in his room when he came out of the anaesthetic a little while ago, and I showed him the bee. “The boy smiled rather weakly and placing a lean finger on his forehead, said, ‘You didn’t have to show me that, sir. I know it; I’m well’!’’ iiiiiiiiiiiniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiMiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiuMMiiuiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiuiiiiijjiiiiiiiiiiiiiia Page twenty-three ....

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THE SQUARE CIRCLE