Petersburg High School - Missile Yearbook (Petersburg, VA)

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A fretful wind about us played — A rush and a lull, a hush, then a rush ; Beneath the myrtle trees; A wind that puffed and then delayed, And frisked around the lilac bush, In the wake of a gentle breeze. A sweet perfume was wafted ’round, A gust from fragrant orchard blooms, Beneath the myrtle trees; The scent of grass and damper ground, An aroma of wanton roses’ fumes, In the wake of a gentle breeze. An airy draft from the stable-yard, A sluggish stench to the garden brings, Beneath the myrtle trees; A sportive eddy with slight regard, A lily sways and other things, In the wake of a gentle breeze. The Flower I found a ragged wildflower, Faded and crushed and old, Pressed between the leaves Of this book, long forgotten, Dusty and edged with mold. I thought of a past romance, The love that this flower begot; A boy and a girl who quarreled .... A minute’s mad hate was storming And ardor, turned cold, was forgot. This flower-like love had faded, And the scent was too stickily sweet; As I lifted it out of the pages The wind, like a memory, stirred it, And it crumpled and lay at my feet. mmimimmiiimmimmiiimmimitmimimmiimmimmimmiimmimmiimmimmiiimimmimmi mini mi Page twenty-nine ....

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much about it. Everybody puts “X’s” at the bottom of love letters meaning “kisses.” Now, after proving I know nothing worthwhile about the subject itself, let me show I also know nothing about its origin. Yes, nothing, or, that is, nothing definite. I’ll admit I have a theory. I’ll tell it to you, and if it were true it certainly would prove its early appearance into history, for you see, this story goes all the way back to Eden. One morning in very early summer way back there, a beau- tiful pearl pink dawn awakened the world. The air was very soft and the rising sun wsrmed the earth and made the cool dew glisten. Theirs were great and beautiful loves .... Eve’s love for Adam, and Adam’s love for Eve. This morning, with Eden so blissful and the soft air so restful, they were silent, gazing at each other with love in their eyes. And they were very happy. Eve plucked a fragrant flower and idly tickled Adam’s lips with its petals. A drop of dew and nectar was left on Adam’s lips, and it sparkled in the sun. Eve leaned over and sucked its sweetness .... so quite by accident they made this delightful discovery, in a perfect setting one summer morning in Eden. Thoughts on the Winds By Kay Lefebvre The Night Wind On a broken seat in a garden old, We sat in the hush of a summer night Beneath the myrtle trees; The moon above us skipped and rolled, Then danced behind the clouds in fright, In the wake of a gentle breeze. .... Page twenty-eight

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Lines and Such By Clerimond Gilliam ELLO,” said Joan Lewis in an expectant voice; “Oh yes, Mrs. Kirkpatrick.” This time she sounded a little dis- appointed, for she had expected a call from Bill. “Of course I remember Ken. He’s coming- here for this week-end? Well, that’s just fine. Tell him to come to the dance Friday night at the Silver Swan Tavern, and I’ll see that he meets everybody. Oh, not at all. Yes’m. Well, good-bye.” With a sigh, Joan put the receiver back in place and strolled back to the chair she had left. “Imagine me,” she said complain- ingly to Mutt, the dog, “just imagine me with that droop on my hands spoiling what would have been a supreme evening.” Hav- ing it all off her mind, she lapsed into a gloomy silence, moodily surveying the prospect. Suddenly the phone rang again. “Well,” she mused, “what on earth could that darned Mrs. Kirkpatrick want now? Hullo; oh, hi, Bill ! I’d love it. They say it’s the most divine picture, too. “Guess who I thought you were .... Mrs. Kirkpatrick. Well, you see, her darling nephew is coming to town for the week-end. Yeah, that same dumb, freckle-faced guy. You’ll have to introduce him to everybody. H’m-m. Well, see you in a little while.” Two days later our heroine, attired in a new evening gown, felt much better. She executed a little dance step before the mirror, dabbed a little more powder on her nose, and ran the comb through her auburn hair once more. This important feat accomplished, she went downstairs to the living room where Bill Howard was awaiting her arrival rather impatiently. “Hello, femme,” he said, grinning good-naturedly. “Were you ever ready on time?” “Of course, nut. Remember that time when . . . . ” They both laughed, as this waiting was a constant joke between them. On the way to the dance, Joan referred several times to Ken, asking if he was still as funny as ever. The person ad- dressed managed to evade answering, a thing the curious girl did not notice particularly. Arriving at last at the Silver Swan, Bill opened the door for Joan. Just as she entered, she heard a voice exclaim, “Here iiHiiiiiimiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiimiMiiiiiiimiiiiiiiiiiiiiir . . . . Page thirty