Petersburg High School - Missile Yearbook (Petersburg, VA)

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Shadows These I Have Loved By Nellie Burt Wr ght 'Twas yesterday we sawfthe shadows fall, With smiling lips and strangely raptured souls Together We adored the dusty pall Of twilight's ashes, spilled from glowing coals. We gazed bewildered on the starry face Of silent heaven-pale Diana's skiesg Our souls bound fast in ecstasy's embrace Unknowing caught a glimpse of Paradise. The sinking sun still casts its distant rays: The sky still burns, more lurid than before, Soft glimmering stars, the gems of yesterdays Are beaming yet, with brighter, softer lore. Today the somber world lies bleak and bare, The mocking shadows cry you are not there! The Cardinals Modesty When people pass and look into this tree CI don't know how they know that I am here! But yet they stand and stare, amazed at me, I sing my little ditty in each ear, Right- right, right-right, Right here! Though vanity is alien to my mind 'Twould render false to outwardly deny That men rejoice whene'er my lot they iindg To favor them, my whereabouts I cry, Right- right, right-right, Right here! My beady eye, my flaming carmine vest, Prithee, don't think that I conspire conceit, THE MISSILE P2-geifteen

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71- L ultant. She was nicer than she'd ever been to Clint and-well, then we got married. I soon found that she could never take your place and that I really didn't love her. There was nothing I could do, but I truly paid for my sins. I thought about you almost constantly until my heart nearly burned out. Then last week when-our son came to my house and I found that we had a son and that you'd been true to me, oh, Florence, I could hardly bear it all ! Florence had spoken impetuously, Don't, don't. It's all behind us now. We've got the best of our lives ahead of us. The past doesn't matter. No, he had said sadly, my life is nearly over. I am dying and as a dying man I beg you, Florence, to-to forgive me. No, no, you can't die, she had cried. It wouldn't be fair. Not when I've just gotten you back ! Please, Florence, he had been firm, it would hurt you more if I lived. Please, Florence, say that you'll forgive me. I know it's much, much more than I deserve, but please say it. Why-why, yes, yes, I do forgive you, Wallace, I do. She had felt dazed. He had smiled a wan smile. Thank you, my dearest. Then he had closed his eyes and had been very still. Panic had struck at Florence's heart. She had left him, half running, half stumbling, down the corridor. She had been white and trembling when she found the nurse and had blurted forth almost unintelligible phrases. However, the nurse understood. They had put her in a White room and had given her bitter things to drink. Finally they had told her that he was dead. She hadn't cried, for she knew then that it was best he had died. All this had happened a few hours ago, yet it seemed like an eternity. She wondered, dully, if Martha knew about her. Florence thought not, and she knew that Martha would never know from her. I wonder if I can go to see my child now, she thought as she laid the paper down on the table. Page fourteen THE MISSILE

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But who e'er saw the like of such a breast, 'Tis only proper then, that I repeat, Right- right, right-right, Right here! Men's Vanities have long my patience triedg I cannot fathom one who deems he's dear 5 I would not mar my race with foolish pride. Wait-harken now! Methinks someone is near, Right- right, right-right, Right here! My Piano My piano is to me A lovely little maid Who listens, oh so patiently, To everything I've said. Then in echoes soft and sweet My words return again. How tenderly she does repeat I-Ier confidante's refrain. It is to her I often go To ease my lonely heartg I know she'l1 comfort every Woe Before I can depart. Even though my heart is free And lighter than a feather, To her I go and share my glee So We can laugh together. To tell her all my woes and joys I touch her with my hands 3 Then I hear her gentle voice And know she understands. Pagesixtew THE MISSILE