Petersburg High School - Missile Yearbook (Petersburg, VA)

Text from Pages 1 - 122 of the 1939 volume:

ietersDiirg Pli®!lC U Drar Petersburg, Va. For Reference Not to be taken from this room PETERSBURG PUBLIC LIB 3001 9100 063 612 0 Res Rm Petersburg High 050 School. M691 The Missile. (1939) c. 1 Petersburg Public Library Petersburg, VA 23803-4257 f 0 0 too MAY NINETEEN HUNDRED AND THIRTY-NINE PETERSBURG HIGH SCHOOL PETERSBURG, VIRGINIA Vol. XXVIII PETEKSBURG, VA„ MAY, 1939 No. Two TABLE OF Page Staff 3 Senior Pictures-Organizations Section. When Amy Was Nine Betty Barton 5 As The Colors Fly Edward Scherr 8 The Federal Constitution Francis Wyatt 9 Song of Spring Louis Rubin 14 Aunt Caroline Norma Sanders 15 Torchbearer of the Woods„Ruth Kauffman 16 Night of Storm Daniel T. Caldwell, Jr. 17 Dreaming . Catherine Laushey 20 Virginia’s Part in the Origin of the Constitution Evangeline Zehmer 21 Metaphors Francis Wyatt 26 Waves. Storm Clouds. Mountain. Insects in Daily Life Mark E. Holt 27 “May Night” Evangeline Zehmer 28 Silent Waters _ Jack Whitmore 29 Thoughts While at Sea.. -J. Van Landingham 31 These Have I Loved Virginia Winfield 32 Twilight. On Writing a Book. Kitty. School Is Out. CONTENTS Page Virginia’s Interpretation of the Constitu- tion for 150 Years Bruce Leys 35 Coquette . Dorothy Wilkinson 40 Familiar Scenes . Mary Ruth Carroll 41 My Rendezvous Edsel Ford 42 Bullets Eugene Noon 43 Lumber Town Jack Whitmore 45 In Merry Vein: Futility Margaret Langfitt 46 The Favorite Billy Beachy 46 Oh! What Sounds! . Waverly Traylor 47 The Teaser Joe Hack 47 A First Love Jack Whitmore 48 Youth Anne Brister 48 Madison and “The Federalist” Billy Beachy 49 To a Bird Marjorie Marek 51 Les Chapeaux Pour Madame Edward Scherr 52 Reunion Milton Friedenberg 53 The Star Herman Lewis 54 John Marshall and the Constitution Edward Scherr 55 Going to the Bugs . Dorothy Wilkinson 58 Search _ Frances Achstein 59 The Hunt Dorothy Talmage 62 Advertisements 63 Issued twice a year, in January and May, by the students of the Petersburg High School, Petersburg, Virginia. Subscription Rates: 50 cents per year; 35c January issue; 50c May issue. Editor-in-Chief N. FRANCIS WYATT Associate Editors CATHERINE A. WILLIAMS YVONNE POTTS EVANGELINE ZEHMER BILLY BEACHY MARJORIE WILKINSON RUTH KAUFFMAN MARJORIE MAREK Business Manager REMMIE ARNOLD, Jr. Assistant Managers MARK HOLT ELLEN HARWELL JANE SENTER BILLY GUTHRIE NELLIE BURGESS Circulation Manager HAROLD WELLS Assistant Managers ROBERT TEMPLE JULIA MEADE WILSON BRUCE LEYS VIRGINIA CLARE WINFIELD KATHLEEN HAYES Art Editor WILLIAM CROWDER Assistants ROBERT P. WINFIELD STARLING GRIFFITH Photograph Editor EVANGELINE ZEHMER Assistant Editors MARGARET L. WILLIAMS CATHERINE LAUSHEY GERALDINE SHEPHERD Faculty Advisers Literary MR. H. AUGUSTUS MILLER, Jr. Circulation MISS BESSIE M. HALL Business MR. WILLIAM W. READE his issue of the Missile commemo- rates the one hundred and fiftieth Anniversary of the successful operation of the Federal Constitution, with special reference to Virginia’s part in its creation and preservation. Setuosi Pictured. Onxf uaaiixmi ♦ ♦ Petersburg High School miiiii imiiiiiiiiimiiiiiiiiimimiiMiiiii mil iif mil ill iiimiliilim ii 1 1 1 ii 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 ii iiMiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiimiiiiiiiiMiiiiiiiiiiiiiimiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.: in i hi in hi i in 1 1 n in i n hi 1 1 1 ii 1 1 1 mi 1 11111111111111111111111111 ii min C la pc ' cent By Virginia Winfield ON GRADUATION We’ve reached the summit; with a joy and pride We now at last from dizzy heights can view Our upward climb led on by faithful guide. From Truth to Truth we caught each vista new. Our climb did not deny the chance to see In lessons clear, along the upward way, That steadfast will to be, not seem to be, Will bring contentment at the close of day. 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Pinckney Powers Howard Holmes Leo DeSola Howard Freas Not in Picture: Noble Smith. cl Cl l III f 7 he y Ii.imIc Editor-in-Chief Business Manager Circulation Manager Art Editor Francis Wyatt Kemmie Arnold, Jr. _ Harold Wells __ William Crowder Faculty Advisers: Literary Mr. II. Augustus Miller, Jr. Circulation Miss Bessie M. Hall Business Mr. William W. Reade First Row: Remmie Arnold Francis Wyatt Harold Wells William Crowder Second Row: Bobby Winfield Anne Seay Margaret Langfitt Yvonne Potts Marjorie Wilkinson Mary E. Williams Ruth Kauffman Marjorie Marek Catherine Williams Third Row: Kathleen Hayes William Guthrie Bruce Leys Virginia Winfield Mark Holt J. B. Jackson Bob O’Leary Fourth Row: Starling Griffith Jane Senter Robert Temple Julia M. Wilson Nellie Burgess Billy Beachy Fifth Row : Mr. Reade Miss Hall Mr. Miller Not in Picture : Evangeline Zehmer, Ellen Harwell, Catherine Laushey, Margaret L. Williams, Geraldine Shepherd. President Vice-President Secretary-Treasurer Faculty Adviser Virginia Winfield Marie Kevan Helen Gilliam Miss Elsie Kibble First Row: Margaret Langfitt Mary C. Walker Helen Meacham Virginia Winfield Dorothy Clements Helen Gilliam Carter Ernst Second Row: Eloise Parks Marie Kevan Frances Parham Shirley Shepherd Betsy Syme Janet Jackson Third Row: Miss Ribble Peggy Seward Elizabeth Powell Lucy Willcox Hilah Parks Martha Lunsford Shirley Turner Not in Picture: Martha Kinsey. equate c, Cj, cm President Vice-President Secretary-Treasurer Faculty Adviser Nellie Burgess Nell Pritchett Alice Pitts Miss Euth Emily Phillips First Row: Second Row: Anne Blister Nell Pritchett Alice Pitts Nellie Burgess Ann Lyons Jean Halbert Marjorie Wilkinson Geraldine Spratley Ann B. Hawks Jane Collett Margaret Pritchett Third Row: Ann Powell Louise Andrews Nellie Mcllwaine Dolly Foltz Miss Phillips Jean Wilkinson Jerolien Titmus Officers — First Term : President Vice-President Secretary Treasurer Mary Ellen Drake Ellen Harwell Catherine Lausliey Catherine Williams Officers — Second Term: President Catherine Crostic Vice-President Dorothy Wilkinson Secretary Madeline Collier Treasurer _! Buth Bitchie Faculty Adviser Miss Grace Herr Starting from lower right (clockwise) : Miss Herr, Madeline Collier, Mary Ellen Drake, Kitty Williams, Dorothy Campbell, Virginia Aldridge, Catherine Crostic, Aileen Fraser, Margaret L. Williams, Marjorie Marek, Helen Hammond, Margaret Burgess, Geraldine Shepherd, Dorothy Pond, Bosa Price, Dot Wilkin- son, Helen Whitaker, Catherine Lausliey, Ellen Harwell, Mary Ellen Williams, Jessie McMullan. Not in Picture: Adice Murphey, Nonna Sanders, Johnetta West, Jean Richardson, Jennie Proctor, Janice Bose, Jean Bragg, Alice Parrish, Buth Bitchie. J—.e C etcle ttlUCcll La Presidente Marjorie Marek Yiee-Presidente Geraldine Shepherd La Secretaire Margaret L. Williams Le Tresorier J. B. Jackson Le Conseil d’ Administration __Bob O’Leary, Nellie Mcllwainc, Norma Sanders Faculty Advisers Miss Lucy Pilcher and Miss Annie Boisseau First Row: Miss Lucy Pilcher Geraldine Shepherd Marjorie Marek Margaret Williams J. B. Jackson Miss Annie Boisseau Fifth Row: Johnetta West Anne W’atson Dorothy Wilkinson Frances Propst Wilhemine Perdue Frances Whitehurst Janet Jackson Bob O’Leary Eddie Scherr Second Row: Rebecca Lubschutz Martha Walsh Rebecca Phelps Mary Frances West Jane Senter Peggy Steel Dolly Foltz Camilla Green Marion Spencer Evelyn Cohen Sixth Row: Dorothy Talmage Evangeline Zehmer Anne Blister Anne Burchard Natalie Lum Charlotte Brown Mildred Tate Robert McKeague Third Row: Mary Talbott Shirley Petroff Dorothy Miffleton Josephine Donald Betty Barton Frances Achstein Seventh Row: Rachel Bishop Margaret Bullifant Virginia Gilliam Joy Houser Antoinette Unsworth Virginia Rose Bruce Leys William Gully Louis Rubin Fourth Row: Adice Murphey Lois Sandler Norma Sanders Catherine Laushey Mary Ellen Ivey Alice Wilkinson Jane Bowman Eighth Row: Henry Ellis Ed Collins Billy McKenny Paul Strother Floyd Jennings Edward Talmage Mac Gibbs Not in Picture: Mildred Agee, Scott Albright, Nelle Lufsey, Nellie Me Ilwaine, Elizabeth Owens, Nell Pritchett, Mildred Clanton, Billy Thomas, Shirley Wilensky, Margaret Wilson. Officers — First Term: President Alton Belcher Vice-President Shirley Turner Secretary-Treasurer Helen Gilliam Officers — Second Term : President Jimmie Mason Vice-President Shirley Turner Secretary-Treasurer Helen Gilliam Faculty Adviser Mr. D. Pinckney Powers First Row: Marie Faison Dorothy Clements Helen Gilliam Betty Ferrell Peggy Hamner Virginia McElroy Second Row: Josephine Donald Peggy Winfield Anne Seay Betty Crutchfield Margaret Langfitt Shirley Turner Third Row: Hilah Lee Parks Janet Jackson Helen Meacham Mary C. Walker T. T. Musgrove Fou rth Row : Phillip McEwen Gerald Ayers Bruce Leys Anna Belle Brown Jimmie Mason Irving Frank Fifth Row : Mr. Powers Billy McKenney Floyd Jennings Austin Clements =2)aniel J -d etatL President Vice-President Secretary-Treasurer Faculty Adviser _ Jacqueline Turnes Marshall Johnson Julia Meade Wilson __ Miss Anne Kemp First Row: Jacqueline Turnes Julia Meade Wilson Marshall Johnson Second Row: Betty Barton Frank Myers Emily Lewis Dolly Foltz Xellie Mcllwaine Jimmie Jones Third Row: Peggy Seward Lucy Willcox Elizabeth Powell Betsy Syme J. B. Jackson James Traylor Sixth Row: Miss Kemp West Holden Ed Clements William Crowder Not in Picture : Martha Kinsey, Donald Willcox. Fourth Row: Kathleen Rahily Martha Lunsford Mary Parsons Marie Kevan Fifth Row: Francis Wyatt Mark Holt Arthur Seay Joe Foltz President Vice-President Secretary-Treasurer Faculty Adviser John Van Landingham Charlotte Albright Virginia Gilliam Mr. Horace Nims First Row : Charlotte Albright John Van Landingham Virginia Gilliam Carter Ernst Shirley Shepherd Third Row: Lois Sandler Roberta Weinberg Jane Buffett Joy Houser Eloise Parks Second Row: Anne Madison Jane Sente r Dorothy Arnold Sarah Morriss Camilla Green Begg ' y Steel Frances Parham Fourth Row : Henry Ellis A. B. Windham Donald Robertson Ellis Smith Fifth Row: Mr. Nims Leon Parker Irving Pritchett Frank Whittle Not in Picture: Hinton Williams, Mason Romnine, Bob O’Leary, Virginia Winfield. illet ' JP-ite ' zcitij Mi -If CLl Vice-President Treasurer Sponsor Faculty Adviser Remmie Arnold James Traylor Dan Caldwell Edward Hunter Marie Faison Mr. Kenneth Erfft. First Row: Remmie Arnold Second Row: Eddie Hunter Marie Faison Dan Caldwell Third Row: John Jolly Leslie Ridout James Traylor J. B. Jackson Bob O’Leary Not in Picture: I Fourth Row: Harold Wells Howard Chilton Gerald Ayers Alwyn Traylor A. B. Windham Hunter Jackson Robert Temple Fifth Row: Jack Rogers Arthur Seay Charlie Varn Mr. Erfft Edward Lee Faison is Wellford, Billy Moore Sixth Row : Leon Parker Mason Romaine Phil Kinsey Ed Collins Joe Foltz Seventh Row: Bill Varn Harry Hartman West Holden James Doyle John Van Lanclingham Frank Smith Grayson Pierce. President Jimmie Traylor Secretary-Treasurer Marie Kevan Faculty Adviser ___ Mr. Kenneth R. Erfft First Row: Eloise Parks Carter Ernst Shirley Shepherd James Traylor Marie Kevan Margaret Langfitt Mary C. Walker Second Row: Marie Slaughter Alice Horn Mary Janies Peggy Steel Dorothy Arnold Frances Parham Mildred Agee Mildred Savory Third Row: Dorothy Cox Dorothy Gish Jane Buffett Rita Struminger Katherine Ac-ree Lois Phelps Jane Senter Cecil Collett Dorothy Holleman Isabelle Nunnally Catherine Williams Fourth Row: Edlynn Welch Betty Burgess Mary Riggan Jacqueline Rogers Shirley Petroff Lois Belcher Roberta Weinberg Alice Wilson Sylvia Rubin Cora Davis Frances Achstein h btamatic (L Li l C lee CM President Secretary Treasurer Faculty Adviser _ Catherine Laushey Nellie Mcllwaine Bruce Leys Miss Easter Souders First Row: Beatrice Balch Elsie Laffoon Bruce Leys Nellie Mcllwaine Catherine Laushey Catherine Williams Mildred Agee Isabelle Nunnally Roberta Weinberg Fourth Row : Rebecca Phelps Lillian Spain Gladys Balch Nellie Walker Mary Menefee Billy Dance Charlotte Perkins Miss Souders Second Row: Mary Ellen Trakas Cathryn Jones Alice Horn Mary Riggan Marjorie Marek Evangeline Zehmer Virginia McElroy Catherine Crostic Fifth Row : Helen Hammond Shirley Shapiro Thomas Beckwith James Steger Thomas Southall John Mann Third Row: Rebecca Lubschutz Carlene Hennaman Lois Phelps Betty Burgess Edlynn Welch Rita Struminger Evelyn Butler Alice Pitts Pauline Pierce Sixth Row: Louis Rubin William Ritchie Dalton Dietrich Clyde Woodruff John Unruh William Dunbar Edwin Lewis Not in Picture: Cecil Collett, Katherine Harrison, Ann Maddera, Anne Mahone, Elizabeth Peterson, Marion Baker, Philip Pieardat, Richard Robinson, Jack Whitmore. President Vice-President Secretary Treasurer Gene Kidd Harry Hartman Jack Rogers __ Marvin Bass Faculty Advisers: Mr. H. S. Holmes, Mr. H. Augustus Miller, Jr. First Row: Jack Rogers Eugene Kidd Marvin Bass Harry Hartman Second Row: John Jolly William Weeks Robert Gill Louis Wellford Alexander Jacobs Third Row: Remmie Arnold Jimmy Doyle James Clary Wilfred Mann Shirley Clarke Eldred Jackson Fourth Row: Alton Belcher Harold Minetree Bruce Bryant Ed Collins Joe Foltz Bill Evely Ed Marshall Fifth Row: Mr. Holmes Mr. Miller Not in Picture: Frank Smith, Herbert Gill, Jimmy O’Donnell, Phil Kin- sey, Gene Daly. CfltL yPtamy President Vice-President Secretary-Treasurer Faculty Adviser _ Charlotte Albright Jacqueline Turnes Virginia Gilliam Miss Margaret Pitts First Bow: Jacqueline Turnes Catherine Crostie Louise Walker Jessie McMullan Hannah Heath Ellen Wilkinson Second Row: Forestt Sadler Julia Meade Wilson Virginia Gilliam Charlotte Albright Eloise Parks Dorothy Wilkinson Johnetta West Third Row: Norma Sanders Marjorie Wilkinson Doris Bernard Dolly Foltz Emily Lewis Frances Parham Louise Foltz Dorothy Clements Fourth Row: Miss Pitts Not in Picture: Margaret Spain, Margaret Burgess, Dorothy Pond. Drum Majorette Marie Faison Director Mr. Leo F. DeSola First Row : Ralph Carrel Mason Romaine Claiborne Graves Shelton Clarke James Brock well Remmie Arnold Second Row: Dorothy Holleman Howard Meredith William Traylor Alyse Dean Hugh Davies Anne Drabenstadt Third Row: Carlton Potts Billy Beachy Louise Adkins Clyde Laushey Harry Snead, Jr Earl Clements Fourth Row: Nellie Burgess Milton Friedenburg Dabney Darracott Billy Thomas Eugene George Alvin Jacobs Fifth Row: Thomas Southall A. B. Windham Scott Albright Albert Wynne Not in Picture: Howard Dunnavant, Jane Smith, Robert Nugent, Ander- son Perdue, Sam Unger, William Sinclair. Rogers Thompson, Allen Unger, Maurice Tipton. d- ice t J erulctA Faculty Adviser Mr. Howard Holmes First Bow: Frances Parham Louise Foltz James Traylor Dorothy Clements Eloise Parks Second Bow: Bruce Leys Julia Meade Wilson J. B. Jackson Third Row: Mr. Howard Holmes Acting Captain Manager Assistant Manager First Row: Alexander Jacobs Charlie Moss Gene Kidd James Doyle Ed Marshall Gene Kidd Alexander Jacobs Herbert Miller Leonard Bristow Mr. Roland C. Day Second Row: Walter Cheely Gerald Turner Joe Foltz Shirley Clarke Harry Hartman 1 earn Acting Captain Harry Hartman Coach Mr. Roland Day Assistant Coaches Mr. Henry Brockwell, Mr. Neil Oliver First Row: Alexander Jacobs Ed Collins Warren Jolly Joe Foltz Harold Minetree William Laffoon Roy Ward Henry Lunsford Harry Hartman Second Row: Donald Robertson Herbert Perkinson Walter Cheely Vernon Vaughan Louis Williams James Doyle George Martin Cailton Spain Shirley Clarke Wilbur Benson George Leys Manager Julia M. Wilson Assistant Manager Ophelia Whittle Co-Captains Doris Bernard, Dorothy Pond Coach Miss Margaret Pitts First Row: Carlene Michael Alice Horne Doris Bernard Dorothy Pond Peggy Win field Hannah Heath Second Row: Elizabeth Mann Helen Temple Jessie McMullan Helen Watson Margaret Spain Sadie Wilson Louise Walker Emily Lewis Third Row: Ophelia Whittle Catherine Crostic Margaret Burgess Ellen Wilkinson Jacqueline Turnes Josephine Donald Eleanor Yarn Dorothy Wilkinson Helen Wilson Julia Meade Wilson Not in Picture: Johnetta West, Doris McGee. earn rabbet (all earn Captain Jacqueline Turnes Manager Emily Lewis Coach Miss Margaret Pitts First Row: Doris Bernard Charlotte Albright Dorothy Wilkinson Jacqueline Turnes Frances Parham Hannah Heath Dolly Foltz Emily Lewis Second Row: Peggy Winfield Helen Gilliam Eloise Parks Nellie Yarn Marion Spencer Catherine Crostic Ellen Wilkinson Margaret Spain - tew TheTTissjlg When Amy Was Nine By Betty Barton OU SEE, my stepmother didn’t like to do dishes, so she always left them for my sister and me to wash after we came from school,” said Mrs. Moulton. She was telling Amy, her daughter, of her girlhood experiences. Amy had heard them many times before, but she never tired of them. “Strange that a child should be so interested in things which happened so long ago,” reflected Mrs. Moulton. “Mother?” “Yes, Amy.” “Your stepmother was awful mean, wasn’t she?” “Well, I wouldn’t exactly say that. She was just different,” refusing to admit to Amy that her adored grandfather had made a mistake even in choosing his second wife. “But, mother, where did you get a stepmother? I don’t have a step- mother; neither does Jean. Where was your real mother?” “You see, dear, my mother died when I was three, and then I went to stay with my aunt. When I returned, my father had married another lady. She was to be my new mother.” “Mother, you aren’t going to die soon, are you?” “Heavens, Amy, don’t be so droll.” “Mother, what is droll?” “Never mind, you run and play now.” “But, mother, you aren’t going to die are you ?” persisted Amy. “No, I don’t think so. Not for a long, long time.” “Because, you see, I never want any mother but you. I want you al- ways to be my mother.” THE MISSILE Page five That night it happened. Amy never forgot that night. A series of faint sighs awakened her. Then she heard her father clattering down- stairs. The telephone clicked, and he began to talk in quick, jerky tones. “Is this Doctor Smith? My wife is terribly ill.” Then he gave the ad- dress. “No, I don’t know what her temperature is, but it is very high,” and so forth. Amy knew with all her little heart that something was wrong. Some- thing threatened her quiet existence — something evil. It was nearly dawn. As Amy peered out of her little window she saw a long green thing pull up to the curb. And then they put her mother on a stretcher and pushed it into the rear of the car — oh so smoothly ! Amy was certain that it was an ambulance — one of those horrid, fearful things, and that they were taking her mother away in it. They wouldn’t do that ! Didn’t they know that to- morrow mother and father and Amy, little Tim too, were going to have a picnic? Didn’t they know that there would be no one to look after little brother Tim? No? Well, she must tell them, but they had already gone. Tim was crying now. So much noise and confusion had frightened him. Amy was frightened too, but she mustn’t let Tim see. She was a big girl now, nine years old. “Come, Tim, it’s all right. I’ll hold your hand.” Together they watched the sun rise higher and higher, bringing the hope of a new day. Soon Mr. Moulton returned with a strange lady. “Now don’t you wor- ry, chickens, we’ll have mother back with us hale and hearty soon, but in the meantime I thought I’d better see about some one to take care of you two. I don’t think I’d be much good at boiling oatmeal. How about it, Amy?” His forced attempt at joviality brought but feeble laughter from Amy, none at all from Tim. “So, I’ve brought Mrs. Jones along. You will stay at her house until mother is better. She is a very good friend of mine. She won’t be afraid to tell me if you don’t behave.” “Hello there, children.” Mrs. Jones greeted them cheerily. Her height (for she was five feet ten) gave her a sort of cold austerity, but her manner was instantly warm and friendly. “And by the way, Mr. Laurence Moulton, when I have guests, especially guests like these,” with a big wink, “I don’t feed them oatmeal for breakfast; I give them pancakes.” But even this didn’t break the ice. Amy inspected her coolly for sev- eral minutes, and finally the words came slowly, “No, I think I’d better stay here. Mother might come home and find me gone. Then she’d be awful worried; wouldn’t she, Tim?” Tim nodded in assent, though he didn’t have much conception of what was being said. He always agreed with his sister. “And besides, I don’t think it would be much fun.” “Oh, I’ll tell mother where you’ve gone,” said father. P;ige six THE MISSILE “And,” added Mrs. Jones, “you’ve no idea what fun it is at my house. Why, there is a big grey cat, some gold-fish, and a son. Though he’s older than you, he’s jolly when he wants to be. You’ll come, won’t you?” (with a note of pleading.) “I guess we’d better, Tim,” and, grasping him affectionately, Amy led him into the waiting automobile. The days passed quickly and pleasantly at Mrs. Jones’s. It was late June, and Mrs. Jones’s perfectly wonderful (Amy’s startling description) backyard garden was in full blossom. There were two wooden tubs in which the promised goldfish thrived, darting to and fro, delighting little Tim. The grey cat turned out to be a most remarkable animal. “I almost believe he could talk — if he tried awful hard,” reflected Amy, watching him beg for some ice cream which he procured with a coaxing sort of me-ow. Each day Amy accomplished something new, and after each ac- complishment she would picture how she would show it to her mother when she came home. “When mother comes home” became a by-word v ith Amy and Tim. They could hardly speak without using the phrase. On the day before mother was to leave the hospital, Amy constructed a little shadow theatre. A most ingenious affair it was with tiny black figures which flitted behind a tissue paper screen backed by a flashlight. “I think mother will like it, don’t you, Mrs. Jones ?” “Yes, indeed, dearie. See, Tim likes it.” She pointed at him, laugh- ing at the dancing images. Amy was more than happy; she was jubilant to see her own dear mother again, little prayer, “Oh, God, I’m glad you’re letting her come back. Thank you,” and fell into a fitful sleep. At last the time came. She was entering her own living-room again. But where was mother? Never mind, mother was probably asleep. She would show father her new toy until mother awakened. But why were all these strange people here? No, not strangers; there was Aunt Eula, and Aunt Retta too, and Aunt Jenny. Tim looked to her for guidance. He had never seen any of these strange people from far away. He clutched her tight as she proceeded to dem- Tomorrow too. That night she said a THE MISSILE Page seven onstrate the little theatre to the silent group. Finally she said, when she could endure it no longer, “Father, where is mother? Isn’t she awake yet? Where is she?” The relatives stiffened. Father lifted his head from his hands and uttered in a dead voice, strained but unemotional, “She has gone to the land from which no one ever returns.” The child stared with incredulous eyes, at first not understanding and then unbelieving. Hadn’t they said she was getting better? Hadn’t they said she was coming home today? Yes, she had gone home but not to an earthly home. “You — you — mean she is dead?” Amy had heard about death before, but it was something intangible, something unrelated and far removed from her small life. Suddenly she burst into a wild flood of tears. Tim did likewise, though he knew not for what. And then quite as suddenly she ceased. Was she not nine, a big girl now? “It’s all right, Tim ; I guess God wanted it that way.” Hand in hand they left the room and sat down on the back steps. To- gether they watched the sun go down. With an adult hardness Amy won- dered if there was a God. As the Colors Fly By Edward Scherr When that dear cloth of stars and stripes Upon a pole that’s eagle-topped Unfurled goes passing by, With hats o’er hearts we stand erect With head and spirits high. No smile beams forth upon our face, Nor tears inflame our reverent eyes, But deeply we feel a grip, Exulting that we stand here free And fear no tyrant’s whip. For this dear flag and for what it stands In this almost too fleeting moment We feel a surge of pride That freedom and justice still prevail For which our fathers died. Page eight THE MISSILE The Federal Constitution By Francis Wyatt HE grand Convention — may they form a Constitution for an eternal Republic.” The words of James Camp- bell reach clearly over the span of one and a half cen- turies — centuries that have wit- nessed the triumph of the Con- stitution over some of the stern- est crises that ever threatened any written document. Only with reverence can we consider the foresight and planning of our forefathers which created a con- stitution capable of “forming a more perfect union, establishing justice, ensuring domestic tran- quillity, providing for the com- mon defense, promoting the general welfare and securing the blessings of liberty to all posterity.” The Constitution is a milestone in the history of the world, the writ- ten evidence of the rise of a great democracy, and a precept worthy of imi- tation by any nation. Time has proven the veracity of Benjamin Frank- lin’s statement that the signing of the Constitution was the “rising sun” of a nation. Indeed, one marvels at the ability of a convention of delegates in 1787 to frame a Constitution so accurately that the original Constitution, with a few changes and amendments, is today the most outstanding working legislative achievement in history. George Washington, president-elect of the Convention, sounded what may be regarded the keynote of their leg- islative efforts. “Let us raise a standard to which the wise and honest can repair ; the event is in the hands of God.” How anxious James Madison, the “father of the Constitution,” must have been concerning the future development of the United States when he saw such an extraordinary genius as Patrick Henry in opposition against him. What bitter opposition the advocates of states’ rights raised against THE MISSILE Page nine any proposed government that would in any way overshadow or even chal- lenge the power and supremacy of the state. The fate of the nation was in the balance, and only by winning the votes of the mother state and New York, after many of the most dramatic moments in any historical era, did the United States, a government of, for, and by the people, come into existence. One of the greatest difficulties which had to be surmounted in form- ing the Constitution was a question, even at the early date of 1787, a controversial issue between the North and South concerning slavery, only this time the specific emphasis being laid on the shipment of slaves. The result was another compromise. Already the far South was beginning to count her wealth in slaves and the North centered its major business activities around fishing, com- merce, and manufacture. An interesting fact to note is that Virginia, later a slave state, was in the beginning opposed to this institution, but the commercial interest of New England in shipping slaves was so great that, had the Constitution prohibited it, the entire North might have refused its ratification. Another conflicting issue between the North and South lay in the dif- ferences of opinion concerning slave representation. Three years before the Constitutional Convention, a question had arisen in Congress as to whether, in levying direct taxes, the slave-holding states should include the slaves in this population. The three-fifths compromise in regard to taxation was later applied to representation. In this way the South, al- ready obviously benefited by the better politicians, was able to boost her representation. The greatest contributing factor to the success of the Constitution lies in its brevity. The framers of this document realized, even as we do today, that details beneficial to the present age may become a burden to posterity. Indeed, if this were not true, the Constitution of the United States might today be an obsolete, forgotten scrap of paper, ignored by the present age and completely relegated to antiquity. Another beneficial element to the success of this legislation is derived from implied powers which originate in a clause authorizing Congress to make laws necessary for enforcing the enumerated powers. It was George Mason of Virginia who foresaw the need for a method of changing the Constitution. To accomplish this, the delegates finally agreed to make provision for Constitutional alteration by amendments. A major controversy occurred in the Constitutional Convention be- tween Edmund Randolph, advocate and author of the Virginia plan, and William Paterson who introduced the New Jersey Plan. The Virginia plan, Page ten THE MISSILE very similar to our present Constitution, was adopted. Often amid the heated debates and raging arguments the statement of Benjamin Franklin must have run through the minds of the delegates, “We are sent here to consult, not to contend with each other.” This one sentence may have played a leading role in reminding the members that the whole world was watching the convention with curiosity and anticipated outstanding accomplishments. Another great discordant element prevalent at the Constitutional Con- vention was the fear of the smaller states lest their rights be lessened or completely demolished by the larger ones. The result was a bitter argu- ment on the question of representation. Should representation be based on population, or should each state be equally represented? William Pat- erson, a spokesman in favor of the latter proposal, vigorously asserted that there was no more reason for a large state to be more powerful than a small one than for a rich individual to have more votes than a person of less wealth. Naturally, all large states favored the first proposal. Differences in opinion threatened the dissolution of the Convention, expressed dramatically in the tense statement of Elbridge Gerry that “something must be done.” Benjamin Franklin declared that only by con- cessions of both sides could any agreement be reached. Finally, after a bitter fight, the demands of both sides were met by instituting the present form of legislative representation. On September 25, 1789, all quarrels having been settled, the delegates signed the Con- stitution of the United States. Truly, that one day wrote one of the most significant chapters in the history of the world. The “sun had risen” on the greatest democracy of the world, founded on the broad principle of religion. I am sure that the delegates who met in Independence Hall looked back, with a great deal of interest and satisfaction, at the compromises of the Constitution. It was a remarkable achievement to satisfy such varied demands in so concise a document. I feel certain that, were it possible for the members of the Constitutional Convention to be alive today, looking back over one hundred and fifty working years of the Constitution, they would be amazed at its stability. In addition to the first ten amendments, in reality a bill of rights taken directly from Virginia’s Constitution and instituted at the Conven- tion itself, only eleven additional amendments have been enacted. Quite obviously, this one manuscript has proven itself nearly perfect. Doubtless, each delegate would have been keenly interested in the growth of the Con- stitution through the famous John Marshall decisions. Perhaps the “father of the Constitution,” who was living at the time THE MISSILE Page eleven of the passage of the eleventh amendment, was greatly impressed by this first change. Advocates of states’ rights must have been pleased to vote in behalf of an amendment forbidding any individual to sue a state through a Federal Court. The wise system of “checks and balances” restrained each branch of the Federal Government to such an extent that states’ rights were never really endangered. Later, the need for changing the method of electing the Chief Executive resulted in the amendment. Every signer of the Constitution would have been horrified by the tragic civil strife of 1861 over a question which had always been a disturb- ing issue, the right of secession. The War between the States was inevitable, and, tragic though it was, it achieved an accomplishment which even the admonition of the father of the United States, the Constitution, and some of our most brilliant states- men had failed to do : it forever joined this land of ours into a perfect union. Naturally, animosity continued after Lee’s surrender, but, con- sidering the issues at stake, sectional feelings were extinguished in an astonishingly short time. Indeed, had President Lincoln’s plans been executed, the time might have been shorter. Prior to the Civil War, the theory of states’ rights had provided the cause of the Webster-Calhoun Debates, the latter upholding South Caro- lina’s action in annulling a tariff of Congress. In criticism of Calhoun’s theory, President Lincoln declared, “By conquest or purchase the Union gave each of them whatever of independence and liberty it has. The Union is older than any of the states, and, in fact, it created them as states.” Following the disastrous internal strife, the thirteenth amendment, guaranteeing freedom to the slaves, was enacted. I feel certain that even the people of the South recognize this one clause to be one of the great cornerstones for a democracy of free people. The one blot upon the legislative body of the United States was their intention to maintain absolute supremacy for the Republican party rather than to help the defeated South. The thirteenth amendment failed to de- termine the political rank of the slave, and the Republicans, ever fearful that the Democratic party would gain control, concentrated into one amend- ment difficulties, excessively severe, for the South. The result was the fourteenth amendment. Even when the negro had the right of suffrage, the Democrats of the South were still retentive of political control. In order to insure Republican supremacy in the North by the addition of the negro, William M. Stewart proposed the fifteenth amendment declaring that no person should be denied the right of voting on account of race, color, ox previous condition of servitude. Thus the Constitution remained for forty-three years until in 1913 dis- Page twelve THE MISSILE cussions of the income tax question brought into the national picture Justice Harlan, the dissenting judge. I feel sure that John Marshall would have formed an intimate friendship with a man of Harlan’s character. Perhaps he, too, would have taken an interest in Chief Justice Fuller whose dispute with Harlan, concerning the constitutionality of the income tax, reached its climax with the enactment of the sixteenth amendment. The remaining five amendments followed in quick succession. Doubt- less the one which would have interested, or even possibly shocked, our forefathers is the nineteenth, granting woman suffrage. I am sure, how- ever, that they would quickly see the wisdom of the provision, since, in a true democracy, equality of suffrage is essential. It is quite interesting to trace the progress of commerce down through the ages, but it is especially interesting in the United States because of the rapid strides in advancement of transportation which have been made since the framing of the Constitution. According to James Monroe of Vir- ginia, the chief weakness of the Articles of Confederation had been the lack of Congressional regulation of commerce. Monroe is said to have in- troduced the “commerce clause” into our Constitution, authorizing Con- gress to regulate commerce, both interstate and foreign. Later, the Inter- state Commerce Commission was established. A most interesting series of decisions, referred to as the “Insular Cases,” decided that the constitution does not necessarily follow the flag. The vigilance of the states toward any form of aggression by the ever- increasing national powers is manifested in a clause of the Constitution providing that the militia must be under officers appointed by the state. One of the greatest compliments to the people of the United States lies in their prudent elections of their chief executive. Through one hun- dred and fifty years the presidents have executed their duties so faith- fully that only one presidential impeachment has been made. Volumes could be written on the Constitution. Nothing need be said concerning the wisdom of any legislation capable of transforming a hand- ful of jealous, self-interested states into a perfect union, united against any aggression, and united in efforts to produce a more perfect government of “laws and not of men.” Today, there is an awakening interest in America in the fundamentals of the Constitution. Dictators’ commands, threats of Fascists and Com- munists, the prevailing “isms” of the world, the outrageous persecutions waged upon religious sects and races cause us to reflect and contrast our social and economic welfare with theirs. Truly, we are the richest coun- try in the world, but let us not count our riches in material wealth alone, for, above all, a priceless jewel, the guarantee and mainstay of America, THE MISSILE Page thirteen is one written document, the efforts and achievements of a small conven- tion in Philadelphia’s Independence Hall in 1787. May the Stars and Stripes ever represent a government which, throughout posterity, shall never see a setting sun! 2 By Louis Rubin Rise, my gay spirits, At last it is here; Too long have we waited And cursed every hour That stayed off its coming; Wake! For ’tis spring. Mild winds serenade us And temptingly call, “It is spring! It is spring! All the earth now is green, So come and rejoice, It is spring ! It is spring !” Let us romp and revel, Be carelessly gay; All nature is open And bidding us forth. Come, play in the sunshine, The clouds frown no more. Page fourteen THE MISSILE Aunt Caroline By Norma Sanders EAR ANNE, Well, the fuss and furor is over. After the usual rice, white satin, old shoes, and beautiful honeymoon, I am now staying in the large, damp, uncomfortable old house that my new aunt, Mrs. Ames Washington Willoughby, wouldn’t give up for ten million dollars, just because her English ancestors built it before the Revolution. I think you remember the worthy Mrs. Willoughby. She was the one in purple net and diamonds who wept into a large green handker- chief all during the ceremony. She was also the one who gave us the trip abroad for a wedding present. As a matter of fact, she not only gave us the money, but selected the ship, planned the itinerary, and made all the arrangements. I ought not to make fun of her, for she really is a dear, and Ted is the apple of her eye. I haven’t mentioned her husband at all, but then he isn’t a very noticeable person, and people usually overlook him. As a matter of fact, it is he who is Ted’s uncle, and Mrs. Willoughby is really no kin at all. They have no children, and Ted is their heir. He has lived with them all his life, for his mother and father died when he was a baby. I’m tell- ing you all this because you haven’t had a chance to learn a thing about him yet. I kept him out of your reach until I got him safely bagged. I am staying here because Ted got called to Mexico on business right after we got back. Dear Aunt Caroline invited me here, so here I am. Aunt Caroline is a large, broad-shouldered woman with a moustache, and a mole on her left cheek. She is a born manager and exercises her talent to the limit. She manages the woman’s club, welfare society, the house, servants, Uncle Ames, Ted, and now, me. The minute I got here she decided I looked like a picked chicken, and proceeded to put me on a strict diet. You know how I hate the very sight of an egg. Well, she found out that I lacked some sort of vitamin and must eat as many eggs as possible. She doesn’t even cook the horrid things, just holds them over the steam from the tea-kettle about half a second. Imagine coming down to breakfast to see beside your plate one raw egg and a glass of chalky looking liquid called vita water or something. Another one of her fads right now is astrology. She runs everything by charts. She wouldn’t let Ted and me get married until Saturn was in the right house or something. She fired her cook because her horoscope wasn’t right, and hired a Swedish girl who walked off with Uncle Ames’ watch one day. THE MISSILE Page fifteen She is also very enthusiastic about physical education. She has fitted out a room on the third floor, which I call the torture room or chamber of horrors, and makes Uncle Ames take exercise with rowing machines and other queer contraptions. And if you want a show, just drop by one day when Aunt Caroline, clad in knickers, is puffing down the lane doing her roadwork. Aunt Caroline, who is very strong-minded, doesn’t think about clothes at all but always keeps her mind on higher things. And she looks like it ! You saw a sample of her elegant taste in dress at the wedding, but you ought to see her dressed in what she considers the proper attire for work- ing in the garden ! I hope you’ll drive up to see me this week. Aunt Caroline will take good care of you, and I can promise you it won’t be dull ! Affectionately, Virginia. Torchbearer of the Woods By Ruth Kauffman ’Tis spring; ’tis spring! I mean that spring is in the air, For all the trees stand grim and bare Except the pine. The pine lives on. The pine has lived to bear the light, One candle burning through dark night To show the way. Thank God, thank God, One tree has held its head up high, Lifting its fingers toward the sky. Thank God for the pine. Page sixteen THE MISSILE Night of Storm By Daniel T. Caldwell, Jr. OBERT HUNT skidded his car to a stop. He had almost missed see- ing that entrance. The car had slid just in front of two great pillars; be- tween them hung a large iron gate. That made it impossible to drive up the lane, he thought. It was a beastly night out. He rub- bed his coat sleeve across the side window, clearing off the fogginess in order to get a better view of lane. The rain beating against window made it even more impos- sible to see out. He would get soaked going up to that old man- sion. But he had to go, so that was that ! He turned the brim of his hat down and his coat collar more closely about his neck. Opening the door, he quickly got out and slammed it shut. Stepping over a rather large mud puddle he went up to the gate. He would have some time getting over that gate in this storm. Wait! There was a small gate by the side of the large one. This saved him from getting further soaked. He went through it and started up the lane. It had once been a beautiful driveway and might in some respects still be picturesque. But in this stormy, howling night it was only a mud-lined path to a house of darkness. He stepped through the weeds that had grown up during its long disuse, avoiding the mud holes and also the rivulets streaming along. His shoes were already wet to his socks, but he would get there soon enough. Presently the mansion loomed up in front of him from a turn in the road. Flashes of occasional lightning showed him the once proud old es- tate. It was a typical old Virginia mansion all right. If he weren’t here on business, he might stop to admire it. He couldn’t stop to admire it now though as its gloomy hulk loomed up against the lightning-filled sky. Its tall columns made a weird sight in the darkness. It was like a group of tall white spectres waiting to welcome any late guest. He hesitated as he neared the house. He wasn’t exactly frightened, THE MISSILE Page seventeen but he didn’t like the feel of this place. The tall trees, now overgrown from lack of care, swayed in the wind as if inviting him on. There was some attraction about this place. It was rather bewitching. He wasn’t scared now though ; he felt better. Sort of an odd feeling. Dashing up the lawn, now a wilderness of weeds, he at last stood in front of the large building. He went up the steps carefully avoiding the rotten places in the wood. Reaching the great porch, he stopped a mo- ment to survey the path that he had taken. It looked only like a long tun- nel of blackness from here. He definitely did not like this place. Pushing open the great oaken door, he walked hesitantly into the man- sion. It was dark ! Oh so very dark ! But at least it was dry. He struck a match to reveal a large hallway; the match burned down before he could pick out anything but a doorway on the right. He groped for it ; feeling the musty moulding under his fingers, he went in and lit another match. Instantly he saw a large fireplace on one side of the room. An inspiration seized him. In ten minutes Robert Hunt had a roaring fire started in the old man- sion fireplace. He had seated himself in front of it on a shaky box which he had found there. Not bad, he thought, stirring the fire. It helped to cheer the place a little if possible, but it still couldn’t take away the air of gloominess, as if the old house were waiting for some terrible tragedy to occur, just as he, Robert Hunt, was waiting for his future. His future meant a lot to him — marrying Lucy and becoming head of the firm for which he had worked eight long years. He really loved Lucy ; that was the trouble with all this, the cause for his being here tonight. Glenn had loved Lucy too; at least, that is what he thought. For Glenn Edwards had been the one Lucy was going with before he had come along. It had been love at first sight for Lucy and Robert. Glenn of course was disappointed, but when their engagement was announced he was the first there to congratulate them. It had all started the night after the engagement was announced. Robert had half a dozen old love letters from a divorced woman with whom he had thought himself madly in love. Lucy wasn’t the jealous type at all, but he didn’t want her to know about those letters. The gossip might ruin their marriage and might also ruin her father’s business. He had meant to burn them, but he had never gotten around to do it. When he came home the next night after their engagement had been announced, he had discovered that someone had broken into his apartment and stolen the let- ters. The next day he had received a note from the person who had taken them with one of the letters for proof. The letter had demanded ten thousand dollars for the remainder of the letters, to be paid at this old man- sion at eleven o’clock on a certain date. There was no way of getting out Page eighteen THE MISSILE of it, for the person would certainly show those letters around and enough gossip would be started to ruin everything. Glenn had helped him borrow the money and was the only one to whom he had told his secret. He noticed, as he sat there thinking, that the storm was growing worse. How would he ever get home after this was over? The rolling of the thunder seemed to shake the very foundations of the old house, and lightning lighted up the place in brilliant flashes that made it look like day. He wondered whether the person, whoever he was, would have any trouble getting here. He wished he would hurry up and get here ; then he could — “Don’t look around,” said a voice suddenly from behind him, “if you want to stay healthy.” He heard steps quickly coming around directly back of him. “Do you have what I told you to bring?” went on a hoarse, mocking voice. “Yes, right here in my pocket,” said Robert Hunt, wondering who the person could be. A figure moved out in front. “Now you can look up.” He looked up into the barrel of an automatic, a cold, masked face peer- ing behind it. “Take out the money and don’t try any tricks,” said the voice behind the mask. Robert Hunt obligingly pulled out a package of money and laid it on his knee. The masked man snatched it up. “Take care of yourself, Mr. Robert Hunt. I’ll be going.” “What about my letters?” angrily questioned Hunt. “You don’t think that I’d let you get those back do you? Why, they’re my source of income.” “Why, you dirty double-crossing — !” Hunt said standing up and ad- vancing, “I might have known whoever was low enough to take those let- ters would pull something like this.” “Keep back there! That’s just your hard luck,” said the masked one as he backed to the doorway, automatic in hand. “I’ll be seeing you again soon I hope.” This said, he wheeled about and raced down the hallway. Robert Hunt leaped forward, but before he could get to the door there came a blinding, splintering flash of lightning. Instantly he knew the house had been hit. It seemed as if the whole house were being hurled down by the angry gods of nature. He wondered if the building were hurt much, and where the person was who had his money. THE MISSILE Page nineteen Racing to the door he found that the hall was blocked with debris. He climbed over it and got to the front door. There he saw that the whole great roof of the porch had been hit. In the center a great column was lying. Under it he saw that a body had been pinned. He clam- bered over the wreckage but discovered that he was too late. The person was dead. Was this the man who had robbed him ? Looking about he saw the package of money by his side. Yes, this was the man. Who was he? Bending over him Robert Hunt gently pulled the dead man’s hands from about his face, thrown up in a futile effort to protect himself. He slowly pulled the mask down and there lay Glenn Edwards. So this was the man who had helped him out in his time of need? How could a person have done such a thing as this? What would the world think of him? But no one would ever learn of this incident; it was the least thing he could do. He would simply report this as an accident with no witness. The storm had about ceased now. He felt a little downhearted, but he faced peace and a new hope. He walked down to his car, unmindful of the few fallin g raindrops, thinking of the night’s events and also of the future with Lucy. Dreaming By Catherine Laushey I sat before an open fire And saw a play unfolding there. It was a light, fantastic thing ; The heroine had golden hair. She first appeared in crimson dress And danced from one flame to another; She’d whirl and twirl and twist and bend, Her arms outstretched unto her lover. And then the two would dance together A waltz, perhaps, or something fast Until it seemed that they were blended Into one glorious flame at last. At length the firelight dimmer grew. It seemed the lovers’ dance had ended. The flames of blue and red and gold Into a smouldering mass had blended. Page twenty THE MISSILE Virginia’s Part in the Origin of the Constitution By Evangeline Zehmer ELLO there, Ned. I just came over to chat with you about the trip we took to Washington, D. C. Here, let’s pull up these easy chairs and fill up our pipes. You know, that’s a beautiful city, Wash- ington, with all its national buildings. When we went into the Library of Congress and stood before the original piece of writing called “The Constitution of the United States,” I couldn’t help feeling a sort of reverent emotion. Those sheets of yellowed, crumbling paper that haven’t the strength to move themselves, govern a nation like ours. Well, maybe I shouldn’t say that, because it’s not the sheets of paper that govern ; it’s the fundamental truths found writ- ten in those basic laws. I remember reading somewhere this passage that describes my thoughts exactly, “The stream of time which has washed away the dissoluble fabric of many other paper constitutions has left al- most untouched its adamantine strength. ” There’s a lot of history wrapped up in that tract of land south of Wash- ington, that we know as Virginia, that forms a great, gold link in Democ- racy’s chain. Since we are citizens of Virginia, we should be interested in what the Virginians before us have contributed to our national govern- ment. We will cast our ballots more carefully and intelligently in the fu- ture provided we have a heritage to take pride in and live up to. I am sure that the idea of self-government so clearly expressed in the Constitution of the United States began with the English customs by which the oldest son received the title and lands of his father. Those younger sons of the nobility had the same inherited traits of character, were equally interested in politics, for doubtless they had listened to po- litical discussions from infancy up, and the same qualities of leadership. To their alert minds, the new world meant the possibility of fulfilling their keenest desires. Presto, the prows of the vessels turned toward Virginia with a cargo of the finest men of England. These men were destined to reach the heights of immortality in the hearts of Virginians. Another branch of the English tree to be considered is the London Company. The East India Company was founded in the year 1600, when a group of speculative business men pooled their efforts and money to col- onize East India. One headquarters of this organization was in London and another in Plymouth. I knew you would recognize those names, Ned, THE MISSILE Page twenty-one and you are quite right. They developed into the London Company and the Plymouth Company whose role in the play called “America’s Child- hood” was tremendous. Two names are raised in bas-relief when one mentions the London Company. They are Sir Edwin Sandys and Henry Wriothesley, third Earl of Southampton. These men led the London Com- pany under the principle that the colonies should have their own preferred type of government. In 1606, Sir Edwin Sandys, whom one might well call “Father of the American Constitution,” was one of a small group to secure a charter for Virginia under which the colonies were to have “all the lib- erties, franchises, and immunities of British subjects.” The King and some enemies of this charter did everything in their power to check the London Company. They even selected a small group of men from whom the colonists could choose a governor, leaving the colonies no choice of selection for their leader. We can’t forget that the King finally removed the London Company’s charter; but before he could accomplish his plans, the Constitution of the London Company had taken effect in Virginia. This paper, officially titled “The Treasurer and Company of Adventurers and planters of the City of London for the first Colony in Virginia,” provided that all officers of Vir- ginia were “to be chosen by ye balloting box.” The good ship “George” brought Governor George Yeardley to Vir- ginia in 1619 and with him the papers whose black markings told that henceforth the colony was to be governed by “two Supreme Councils”: “The Council of State, which was to consist, for the present, of the Gover- nor and his Councillors,” chosen by the company court in England, and “the General Assembly, which was to consist of the aforesaid Council of State and two Burgesses chosen out of each Town Hundred or other particular Plantation.” August 9, 1619 — one of those dates that the poorest memories grasp and keep forever. The Assembly gathered. Both Houses sat together in the choir of the Jamestown Church as an unicameral body. Later they met separately. “When the Governor took his ‘accustomed place,’ the members of the council sat before him, and John Twine, clerk, beside him, and Thomas Pierce, the sergeant, ‘standing at the barre.’ The first session was opened with a prayer by the Rev. Richard Burke after which the burgesses were sworn in.” I like to think of that fact. The first representative gathering in America was begun with a prayer. Francis West, Nathaniel Powell, John Pory, John Rolfe, William Wickham, Samuel Macock, and Governor Yeard- ley, all strong men, with bowed heads admitted that the guidance of a Page twenty-two THE MISSILE Divine Father was needed to help His children in the beginning of a more brotherly government. I like to see in my mind the Great Father hearing that prayer and blessing that small group of men in the choir of that old Jamestown church and prospering the work they started. The business of this meeting will strike a familiar note upon our ears. First, they took up the eligibility of certain members. Next they discussed the question of Special Privileges, a theme whose echo we hear resounding about us even unto this day. We find another step towards our constitution on March 17, 1773, when the Virginia General Assembly proposed and adopted the plan of a Com- mittee of Correspondence. Maryland, South Carolina, New Hampshire, Connecticut, and Pennsylvania thought this arrangement admirable and soon joined in with Virginia in a league which the British politicians feared more than the protests of the colonies. I’ve left out the most wonderful donation of Virginia. During the first years of her existence, Virginia was giving to the world men such as George Washington, James Madison, Patrick Henry, George Mason, John Blair, the family of Lees, Thomas Jefferson, and many other distinguished persons. Having been young people on a farm in Virginia, Ned, we understand what this country meant to those boys. Nature and her attendant seasons taught those Virginians to understand human beings, to sympathize with them, and to be patient with people whose eyes were not so well equipped to see plainly. When these noble men were boys down on the farm, life wasn’t quite so easy to conquer. They had none of the modern farm inventions em- ployed by modern youth, nor were they safe from wild animals and Indians. Yet, Mother Earth gave into their keeping the message she offers to great agriculturalists: “This is your land. Its beauty and strength are yours. Your trust is to guide it safely through all storms !” What was I speaking of before I started being a one-man Chamber of Commerce for Virginia’s scenery ? Oh yes, I recall. It was on June 7, 1774, when Virginia proposed a general congress which representatives from all the colonies were to attend annually. In Jefferson’s comment on the con- vention we find the following : “The convention met on the first of August, renewed their associations, appointed delegates to Congress, gave them in- structions very temperately and properly expressed both as to the style and matter, and they repaired to Philadelphia at the time appointed.” Later, there is a resolution in the Journal of the Virginia Convention : “Resolved unanimously that the warmest thanks of the convention and all the inhabitants of this colony, whom they represent, are particularly due, and that the first tribute of applause be presented to the honorable Pey- THE MISSILE Page twenty-three ton Randolph, Esq., Richard Henry Lee, George Washington, Patrick Henry, Richard Bland, Benjamin Harrison, and Edmund Pendleton, Es- quires, the worthy delegates deputed by a former convention to represent this Colony in General Congress, for their cheerful undertaking, and faith- ful discharge of the very important trust reposed in them.” And so, the American colonies first got together through representatives. An important annal of Virginia and of the United States was Vir- ginia’s Constitutional Convention which “met in the city of Williamsburg on Monday, May 6, 1776, and framed the first written constitution of a free state in the annals of the world.” This was a wonderful example set for the federal government, and Pm sure its impression on the American people was as deep as the water which separated the colonies from England. The colonies huddled together through the midnight from 1776 on until dawn began to break in Versailles in 1783, as Edmund Burke, Cassan- dra-like, had prophesied to Great Britain in the speech on conciliation which he delivered in the House of Commons on March 22, 1775. In 1781 the colonists had started a form of government under the “Articles of Confederation” under which Congress could not levy taxes or regulate commerce. The leading statesmen of the thirteen tiny states realized the weakness and clumsiness of this clay government, but no one did anything about it until Virginia’s relationship to Maryland in regard to English commerce forced those two states to take some form of action. 1784. The complex laws of Virginia and Maryland as separate gov- ernments produced a situation injurious to the commerce of both states. Virginia owned the Chesapeake Bay through which the trade of Maryland had to pass. Maryland owned the Potomac River up to its southern bank, and Virginia’s trade had to come up this river. Maryland sent a commis- sioner to Richmond to see about some plan of settlement. At this time, James Madison, the real “Father of the American Con- stitution,” a very young man, entered the politics of his country as chair- man of the committee of the Virginia assembly on commerce. The assembly agreed to send delegates to Alexandria where the rep- resentatives of Virginia, James Madison, George Mason, and Edmund Ran- dolph, met the representatives from Maryland some time later. They ad- journed to the “general’s seat” at Mount Vernon. Having talked over their commercial problems, they agreed that it would be beneficial to extend an invitation to all other states to hold a convention at Annapolis in May, 1786, to settle commercial affairs and trade regulations. Only five states attended the conference. About that time, Tennessee and Kentucky were threatening to secede from the Union unless something were done immediately to help commerce, Page twenty-four THE MISSILE and as this question seemed vital to all the states, a Federal Convention was called to meet in Philadelphia on the second Monday of May in 1787, “for the sole and express purpose of revising the Articles of Confedera- tion.” Rhode Island was the only state not represented there. Washington, the grand old man of American statesmanship, and the young Madison were an excellent example of what community spirit was in Virginia, the older people watching over and directing the work of youth. To grasp fully the wonderful set of laws, one must know something of the character of the men who constituted this convention. These men “represented the conservative elements of the nation. Men of education, practical politicians of long experience. Learned in law and history they were. Washington and Franklin did not have a university education, but they had the wisdom not gleaned from books or absorbed from teachers — rare judgment, a wide knowledge of men, profound insight into human motives, and remarkable sanity.” Virginia’s most remarkable son, George Washington, was unanimous- ly elected president of the convention, proving that he was loved and re- spected by the entire nation. James Madison, another eminent Virginian, arrived at this meeting fully equipped with ideas and a complete understanding of the failures of the governments before this epoch of history. Virginia also sent John Blair and George Mason. The latter was not in accord with the plan of gov- ernment and returned to Virginia without signing it. Almost at the outset, these men decided to do away with the Articles of Confederation and begin at rock bottom to construct a government that would endure. Washington comments on this subject, “My wish is that the convention may adopt no temporising expedients, but probe the defects of the constitution to the bottom and provide a radical cure.” After much debating and many compromises such as the Three Great Compromises, the Constitution of the United States assumed the shape of the laws that have been changed so little in our country’s history. This document has accomplished its purpose, which is expressed in the Pre- amble, “We the people of the United States, in order to form a more perfect union, establish justice, insure domestic tranquillity, provide for the com- mon defence, promote the general welfare, and secure the blessings of lib- erty to ourselves and our posterity, do ordain and establish this Constitu- tion for the United States of America.” Richard Henry Lee, a Virginian, caught the intention of this Constitution when he spoke these words : “In all local matters, I shall be a Virginian. In those of a general nature, I shall never forget that I am an American.” Today, we benefit by those basic principles “shaped by American THE MISSILE Page twenty-five necessities, and framed by men who could learn lessons and use the ma- terial the tide of History washed to their feet.” Great Scott, Ned ! Here it is twelve o’clock. What will my wife think? She has probably been home from prayer meeting three hours. Whew, I had no idea we could become so engrossed in any subject. I’ll see you at the polls tomorrow, for we must love our democratic government enough to cast a ballot. Good-night! Q-Jf g) Metaphors By Francis Wyatt Waves The roaring tide with snowy foam Breaks loudly on the yellow sand; Those lordly, towering swells that roam Cease roaming when they reach the land. A noisy boom upon the shore, An endless chain, a constant roar. Storm Clouds The men of war up in the sky, In angry seas so tossed around With sails set free go proudly by A challenge to the seas that frowg. With thunderbolts their cannons shout, The lights of their ordnance flash about. Mountain Tow’ring above the tallest trees The giant, green-clad mountain stands More lordly than the mighty seas And outstreteched lands which he commands. Each day the sunbeams tint his hair, At night a jeweled crown rests there. Page twenty-six THE MISSILE Insects in Daily Life By Mark E. Holt ANY of the annoyances of past time have been put to an end by some means or anoth er, but the insect remains to torment us at every turn. I have read in certain books on court life in the Middle Ages that distinguished ladies couldn’t keep still because their heads hadn’t been sufficiently plucked of vermin, and even though this phase of insect annoyance has all but faded out of existence, we still can’t keep still. While sleeping through the most enjoyable time of all, the last half- hour before breakfast, I am rudely awakened by a nosy fly in the true sense of the word. My nose isn’t large, but there he sits. I slap myself in the face and awake with a start, but the fly has gone away to wait until I am settled. I don’t get settled and consequently my rest is over. At breakfast there are flies on the butter, and, when scared away, there are just flies on the table. After these are killed and cereal is served, a spoonful of crunchy Post Toasties is found to contain a little bug, minute and insignificant, but nevertheless large enough to make me taste bugs the entire meal. The problem of bugs at school is a very small one, and there are a few hours of relaxation before three o’clock. Immediately upon reaching home, mother, in the sweetest voice imaginable, says, “Mark, the two dogs have been running in the woods today, so won’t you please de-tick them for me as a good boy should?” Acting the part of a “good boy,” I set out to catch both ticks and fleas, for the term de-tick really means de-bug. Many people talk about the appearance of my dogs’ ears from the out- side but I see only the inside. A dog’s ear, as near as I can describe, re- sembles an endless cavern, with all sorts of hollows, corridors, and mostly hiding places for the unwelcome tick. When he is found, I am unable to get him without the aid of tweezers. In the meantime the dog discovers a flea and suddenly darts at it with such a force that I lose the tweezers and finally the tick. Thus the work goes. The time comes to go to the river, and in glee I depart, but not for long. During the day the problem of mosquitoes is a comparatively small one, but when darkness falls, my spirit falls also. There are always a few holes in the screen, but the mosquito prefers the door. One has to open the door to go out and in, and the mosquitoes do no less than ride in on my back. After the lights are out and I am in bed I hear the drone of the enemy mos- quito, and I go nearly crazy. At last, despairing of sleep, I get the fly spray, and it does my heart good to see them fall to the floor in a heap. THE MISSILE Page twenty-seven For a learned man, versed in the arts of science, the problem of bugs would be a nightmare, so what can I do? Swamps have been drained and oiled, refuse piles cleaned up, and houses screened, but insects live on. I could stop going to the river, stop eating, and get rid of the dogs, but I would still be annoyed. My one consolation is that others have endured it, and so can I — maybe. SJ (Nocturne for the pianoforte) By Evangeline Zehmer Deepness, stillness, night o’er all the earth is surging, Raising life for all the flowers growing, Every man and maid their love confessing Everlasting life to all is Spring now bringing. Honeysuckle on the walk with buds perfuming, Softly sings my heart so wildly beating, Mother Nature now her children blessing, Reigning gently, mildly waking tender thinking. Flash ! Flash ! Boom ! Crash ! — Lightning whirls across the sky, Pricking all the grey, black blisters, Rending them free to go threatening by. Drop, drop, like the beat of a heart, Rain-drops flood the quivering ground. Only manhood knows such weeping, Choking, sobbing, passionate sound. Night, obscure, delightful peace and calm resuming, Star-bespangled sky the stage is setting, Helping love’s duration, never tiring, To interpret emblems of a God’s revealing. Page twenty-eight THE MISSILE Silent Waters By Jack Whitmore OHN HURREL collected all the necessities for a long outdoor trip. His equipment was packed into the back of his automobile. His gun was in a rack in the side of his canoe, easily accessible, and on a rack on top of his automobile he loaded the canoe. In a small clearing by a slow, almost motionless, dark creek he stopped his automobile. In this setting of low, overhanging trees he pitched his tent by the car. As evening drew on he kindled a fire and cooked a camper’s supper. Thousands of birds began to return to their nests and filled the air with their chirping. As the sun sank, the woods became dark and the frogs began their deep croak- ing. He settled beside the campfire and careful- ly cleaned and oiled his rifle. The flickering shad- ows slowly became dif- fused by the light fog which crept up from the creek. He spread his blanket in the small tent and gradually, lulled by the noises of nature, went to sleep. Often through the night he heard the faint foot-patterings and cautious sniffings of the diminutive night prowlers. Rising early he packed his canoe and set it in the creek. At the touch the stream became full of ripples made by the many surprised frogs which dived through its mirror-like surface. Leaving the clearing, he entered a tunnel in the low-hanging trees. The hazy atmosphere cleared instantly with the sun’s rising. The birds again began to fly about, chirping merrily. As the prow of the little canoe silently split the smooth water, the stream gradually grew wilder. Large based cypress grew in the shallow water. Fallen trees were lined with large turtles basking in the warm sun- shine. Long-legged cranes stalked among the rushes and lily pads. The canoe quietly nosed into a large pond. Extending on beyond was THE MISSILE Page twenty-nine an extensive field of rushes broken often by winding channels where the water became too deep for growth. Slowly Hurrel made his way through these channels. Often a water moccasin made his zig-zagging pattern on the surface of the smooth marsh to disappear into the grass on the side. On the opposite bank was a small farm with a crude cabin extending out over the water. Tied to the narrow railless porch, a boat sat in the water as though stationary. A dreamy looking negro sat in it, a fishing pole stuck under the seat. “How’s fishing?” asked Hurrel. “Jus’ got some yellow bellies,” the other said as he pulled up his line with another small flopping fish. Hurrel tied his canoe to the porch, which served the purpose of a land- ing, and began talking to the negro about the swamp. The old negro un- folded many weird tales, stopping from time to time to pull in another fish. The sun went down and night closed in before Hurrel realized the pas- sage of time. Trapped by darkness he was compelled to stay in the negro’s cabin all night. Rising early in the morning, he went out to find his benefactor already up and back in his place in the boat. “Good morning!” said Hurrel. “What time do you get up?” “I says when de sun gits up, it’s time fo’ me.” Just then something bit the line and down went the cork and most of the pole. The boat spun around and after a short pull a large squirming eel was lifted from the water. A relieved “Ah !” escaped the negro’s heavy lips. “What do you do with those things?” asked Hurrel. “Eat ’em,” was the reply. “Ain’t you never ate no eel?” “No, and I don’t want any either.” “ Well, dis here un’s our breakfas’.” After enjoying, much to his surprise, a hearty meal of eel, he asked the negro, “Say, how about guiding me through the swamp today?” “Lawdy, Massy !” exclaimed the negro as he jumped up from the table. “Dis here eel done come dis mornin’ to tell me not to go in dere today.” “If you’ll go with me,” said Hurrel, “I’ll give you my rifle.” “Dat gun?” questioned the negro, pointing to the large, high-powered rifle which Hurrel carried. “Yep.” “But — but — dat eel — I — Is yo’ ready to go?” About a half hour after they left the cabin, the trees became closer, cypress knees often hampered the way, large snakes slithered from their sunny position into the murky water. At intervals the sun became blot- ted by heavy clouds. The old negro, with a troubled look on his face, look- Page thirty THE MISSILE ed skyward after every deep stroke of his heavy paddle. As the sky slowly became overcast, the peals of distant thunder rumbled towards the fright- ened pair. The rain began to splash in the water around them and slowly increased until it seemed to them as if they were under a waterfall. Paddling blindly towards what they thought was the nearest land, they crashed into a large cypress knee. The bow of the light boat splintered and slowly settled to the bottom of the black w r ater carrying its precious cargo, the promised rifle. As Hurrel clung to a root, a terrific explosion rocked the swamp. As he looked up he saw, in the flash of the lightning, the giant tree split and the negro, with upraised arms, topple into the water under the falling tree. The rain finally stopped and the turbulant waters smoothed over. Mak- ing his way from tree to tree, Hurrel finally reached the water-soaked land. As he walked, the mud oozed away under his feet. Coming to a small stream, he walked in a few steps in order to cross. His feet sank in above the ankles, and he attempted to step out. Stuck ! He couldn’t move. His violent efforts made him sink slowly — up to his waist, over his stomach to press on his chest, around his neck ! The piercing scream of a man was heard only by startled birds and animals. An upraised hand slowly disap- peared under the soft slime. A pall of heavy grey fog closed silently over the swamp. In the morn- ing the sun shone brightly, and the birds flew happily through the moist leaves. Only a splintered tree gave evidence of the previous day’s storm. Thoughts While at Sea By John Van Landingham Our tanker ran into a storm Last summer when I went to sea; The northeast wind was very strong; High waves were as far as one could see. I stood against the sturdy rail While the salty spray was sprinkling me. I thought of the vastness of our life, And the troubles it can sometimes bring, And of the many obstacles too Which in our paths it may endlessly fling. When anything upsets this life, To any object we do cling. THE MISSILE Page thirty-one These I Have Loved By Virginia Winfield Twilight I choose: The hour when darkness takes the place of light, When sun rays flood the blue with gold Then swiftly disappear from human sight; When shepherds lead their sheep to fold And one by one the stars are lit by night ; The hour whose silent moments hold A sacredness, a wonder in their sway That lift us heav’nward at the close of day. I choose: The hour of peace when thought the day reviews, Its battles lost, its victories won ; Hour of calm when rest my strength renews For races I will have to run ; Hour of joy when love my heart imbues With thanks for all that He hath done; Hour for two when love has full control ; The time when kindred soul communes with soul. On Writing a Book In a language of flowers, of birds, and of brooks, In the spring when the hills are aglow, Is the early edition of nature’s own book, With illustrated stories to show. In the leaves is a violet hidden from view, With a message convincingly clear — ’Tis patience, contentment, disclosed in its blue, To apply in my busy career. Page thirty-two THE MISSILE A fellow as gay as the red of his coat, To add to the color and art Of a page in the book, is just bursting his throat, “To your work with a song in the heart.” In the chant and the murmuring hum of the brook, Is a challenge to strive for the best, A lesson that teaches a Heavenward look, With never desire for a rest. In a language of flowers, of birds, and of brooks, In the spring when the hills are aglow, Is the early edition of nature’s own book, With illustrated stories to show. Kitty There is nothing so cunning as kitty at play, When she crouches a moment to spring At the flickering brightness of one shining ray Of the sun as it sifts through the trees. If you watch, you’ll be caught in her mood and be gay. She’ll pause, then pounce with a leap in the air, Now with delicate antics she walks ; See her shy at an object that just is not there And so suddenly turn in a whirl ; With a flair! With a flounce! With a dash! With a dare! I’ve seen animals act both in circus and fair, Well-trained in the act of the ring, And I gasp with delight at their movements so rare, But there’s nothing like kitty at play, With a grace in her act with which none can compare. THE MISSILE Page thirty-three School Is Out Doors are agape, Buzzing the bells, Rollicking, frolicking, Every one tells, Wild with a shout, Hurriedly, scurriedly School is now out. Rushing along, Greetings from groups, Clattering, chattering, Whistling, whoops. Every one’s free, Snappily, happily, Now that it’s three. Page thirty-four THE MISSILE Virginia’s Interpretation of the Constitution for 150 Years By Bruce Leys FTER Bob had finished preparing his lessons for the next day, he sat in a large rocking chair in the corner of the room. He sat there for about ten minutes without say- ing a word. Finally his father spoke. “Bob, what are you thinking about so seriously?” Bob turned toward his father and said, “Oh, I’m just thinking about some history.” “What kind of history are you thinking about, son?” asked the father. “Virginia’s history, dad, and the part she has played in our nation,” replied Bob. “Virginia has done a great deal for our nation, hasn’t she, dad?” “Oh yes, yes indeed,” responded his father rubbing his eyes. “I’ve al- ways taken a great deal of interest in Virginia’s history, and whenever I find anything of interest to me I put it in a scrapbook. Would you like to see it?” With a light shining in his eyes Bob quickly ran to his father and beg- ged to see the book. “In the making of our government under which we live, five names stand before all others. They are: Washington, Madison, Hamilton, Jef- ferson and Marshall. You will notice, son, that four out of five names I have mentioned are Virginians. I have all these men’s pictures in this book and will point them out as I tell you a few things about them. “The Constitution stated, son, that nine out of thirteen states had to ratify the Constitution before it came into effect. Soon nine states did ratify it, but New York and Virginia had not yet ratified. You must bear in mind that even after Virginia had given the Northwest Territory to the National Government she still was the largest state in area and in popula- THE MISSILE Page thirty-five tion. Without these two states the Union would be weak — especially with- out Virginia. The contest was sharp in Virginia. I just imagine I can see Mason, Patrick Henry, Madison, and others getting up in the General As- sembly and saying what they thought about ratifying the Constitution. George Mason was the principal opponent of Madison and Marshall in the great debate on Virginia’s adoption of the Constitution. We shouldn’t look down on those men who didn’t think Virginia ought to adopt the Constitu- tion, because this was a new thing, and these men were trying to think for the best of Virginia.” “Why did men like Edmund Randolph, George Mason, and Patrick Henry object to the adoption of the Constitution?” questioned Bob. “Well, Randolph was finally won over by Madison, but these men who opposed Madison did so because of the Commercial Compromise relating to the impost and the continuance of the overseas slave traffic. This was suf- ficient reason, they thought, for rejecting the Constitution as it stood. “The demands for a bill of rights was so strong in Virginia that a promise was made by the leaders of the convention that, if the Constitu- tion were adopted, immediate steps would be taken to amend it by adding a bill of rights. This was done in 1791. “Well, Bob, Virginia finally ratified the Constitution on June 26, 1788, by a vote of 89 to 79. Here is a copy of Virginia’s Ratification of the Con- stitution. It reads like this: ‘We, the delegates of the people of Virginia .... do, in the name and in behalf of the people of Virginia declare and make known, that the powers granted under the Constitution, being derived from the people of the United States, may be resumed by them whenso- ever the same shall be perverted to their injury or oppression.’ “Although George Mason was opposed to the adoption of the Consti- tution, we must remember that he was the author of the Fairfax Resolves of Virginia’s Bill of Rights and of the first Constitution of the State of Vir- ginia. Indeed, he was a great Virginian. “In those days, the senators were chosen by the legislative body. It is interesting to note that when the General Assembly met in the fall of 1788, a few months after the adjournment of the Ratification Convention, William Grayson and Richard Henry Lee were chosen as senators to the first Congress in preference to James Madison who had done so much in getting Virginia to ratify the Constitution. This General Assembly was made up of most of the men who objected to the ratification.” “Didn’t President Washington have four members in his cabinet?” in- quired Bob. “Yes, son, that’s right. He had Jefferson, Hamilton, Knox, and Ran- dolph. We remember Jefferson and Hamilton more than the other two. It is strange how two men so entirely unlike could be of service to their gov- Page thirty-six THE MISSILE eminent at the same time. Jefferson and Hamilton are two wholly different types of men. Disagreements between Jefferson and Hamilton arose al- most at the beginning of their relationship. It may be said that they were alike in the matter of intellectual power; in almost everything else they were different. Jefferson was of aristocratic lineage and environment, yet he was devoted to democratic ideals under a republican form of govern- ment. Hamilton on the other hand, a native of the West Indies and a man of obscure parentage, despised democratic ideas and only tolerated a re- publican form of government because a monarchical one was unattainable. In political life as members of Washington’s cabinet, Jefferson was grac- ious and courteous; while Hamilton, given equal anthority, became over- bearing. Hamilton had been privately contemptuous of Washington when he was the latter’s aid-de-camp and secretary. Subsequently he couldn’t show his ill feeling toward the President, but he didn’t try to conceal his ill feeling to some of Washington’s associates. Jefferson in 1793 resigned as Secretary of State. His resignation was postponed for a year by Wash- ington. However, our nation couldn’t have done without Hamilton and Jefferson. “One of the main things that we remember about Hamilton and Jef- ferson is their standing on the creation of a United States Bank. The first Bank of the United States was established in 1791 with a twenty-year charter. On this issue Washington’s cabinet split. Hamilton and Knox favored the bank; Jefferson and Randolph opposed it. Washington ex- pressed doubts as to its constitutionality but signed the bill on the ground that in the equal division of opinion it was advisable to support the official of the department that had sponsored the measure. Hamilton thought it was proper for Congress to read between the lines of the Constitution and do the things found there only by implication, while Jefferson, who be- lieved in strict construction, declared that Congress had power to do noth- ing which was not specifically authorized by the plain words of the Consti- tution. Hamilton rested his s upport of the Bank Bill on the clause which says that Congress shall have power ‘to lay and collect taxes, duties, im- posts and excises, to pay the debts and provide for the common defense and general welfare of the United States.’ Those words meant to Hamilton that Congress had the power to provide for the general welfare; to Jeffer- son they meant only that Congress had the power, not to provide for the general welfare, but to lay such taxes as would themselves provide for the general welfare. Hamilton got his Bank Bill passed, and it is interesting to know that the national government today is built upon the Hamiltonian theory of broad construction of the Constitution. The bank was given a second charter, but Jackson tried to get rid of it before its charter expired, but the bank dragged along until 1836.” THE MISSILE Page thirty-seven “What about the Alien and Sedition Acts, father?” questioned Bob curiously. “In 1798 Congress passed the Alien and Sedition Acts. These acts pass- ed were representative in character, involving particularly the freedom of speech and of the press, guaranteed in the Constitution. These acts gave John Adams the power to deport aliens who were deemed objectionable or dangerous, and it was made punishable by fines and imprisonments to pub- lish false, scandalous or malicious articles aimed at the government or its officials. “Both Jefferson and Madison evidently saw a good opportunity to halt the actions of the broad constructionists. Chiefly through the influence of Jefferson the resolutions known as the Kentucky and Virginia Resolves were passed by the legislatures of those States, the former being written by himself and the latter by Madison. These resolves are chiefly of inter- est as marking the first collision, though a peaceful one, between the States over the interpretation to be given to two of the most fundamentally im- portant but most ambiguous points in the Constitution ; namely, the nature of the federal tie and the question as to who should decide in case of dis- pute. In the Kentucky Resolves Jefferson declared the Alien and Sedition Acts as ‘altogether void and of no force.’ In the Virginia Resolves Madi- son declared that the State is the judge of what may or may not be consti- tutional in the legislative actions of Congress. “Perhaps, Bob, the most distinctive quality of Virginia statesman- ship is its breadth of view. Virginia statesmen have considered states’ rights and the good of the whole country. Now you remember the glass liberty bell I bought you in Philadelphia, don’t you? Well, you noticed the crack in the side of it. That happened when it was rung at the death of one of Virginia’s most outstanding citizens, John Marshall. John Marshall was noted for his breadth of view in the interpretation of the Constitu- ton. He served his country from 1801 to 1835. Here is an excellent pic- ture of him. “Here is another picture of a great Virginian, Thomas Jefferson. When Jefferson entered the White House, the western boundary of the United States was the Mississippi River. Then there came a chance of getting new territory, the great Louisiana Territory. Jefferson was in great doubt whether he should buy the land. The Constitution was silent as to any addition to our national domain. Jefferson acknowledged that there was nothing in the Constitution which gave him the right. He seemed to be going against his own principle of strict construction of our great docu- ment, but he did this for good of the country. He hoped for an amend- ment, but no amendment came. As Jefferson had opposed the Federal- ists when they had strengthened the central government by such a small Page thirty-eight THE MISSILE matter as starting a bank, he wondered if there would be any strong op- position to his plan to purchase land which would double the size of the country. When Jefferson heard that Napoleon was about to withdraw his proposition, he decided to take a chance anyway, Constitution or no Con- stitution. Most of the people were overjoyed at such an action. There was one State that did threaten to leave the Union, but nothing came out of the threat. So we got what we call the Louisiana Territory for about $12,000,000, and when Jefferson left the White House, he had doubled the territory of our nation. “Then about eight years after Jefferson left office, the White House received another famous Virginian. Yes, son, you’re right; it was James Monroe. He established our foreign policy by his great Monroe Doctrine. Today that doctrine holds just as fast, with just as much power as it was the day it was written, if not more. So we have to give credit to another Virginian for a great work. “Going on now down the years we see another Virginian in the Presi- dent’s chair, John Tyler. Tyler was a strict constructionist of the Con- stitution. It would have pleased Jefferson a great deal to see Tyler when he vetoed the bill to reestablish the Bank of the United States. “The sound of clashing arms can next be heard in Virginia in 1861 when Letcher was Governor. A majority of the people in Virginia opposed secession as shown in the presidential election of 1860. The final straw came when Lincoln issued his call for troops. The State Convention passed the Ordinance of Secession, April 25, 1861, without waiting for a popular vote, and so cast Virginia’s lot with the Confederacy. Virginia then sent a despatch to Montgomery notifying the Confederate Government of her action. Robert E. Lee came back to his state to fight for the Confederacy. Sometimes, son, when we go to the library, I shall show you a chart with Robert E. Lee’s name on it. It is the chart of the graduates of West Point in the year Lee graduated. He ranked second among his classmates. “Most of us think that the main question pertaining to the war was slavery. Slavery had a great deal to do with bringing on the war, but the main question was whether or not a state could secede. For over fifty years there were arguments on the subject. Even today we see questions arising which make us still see the emphasis placed on states’ rights. “In the year 1865, the war being over, loyal state governments had been formed in Tennessee, Arkansas, Louisiana, and Virginia. Johnson recognized them, but the big question was whether Con- gress would recognize them as loyal states. The thirteenth amendment had been aded to the Constitution, abolishing slavery wherever it still ex- isted throughout the Union. The State Conventions ratified this amend- ment, repealed the ordinances of secession, and repudiated the Confeder- THE MISSILE Page thirty-nine ate war debt. Then, according to Johnson’s viewpoint, these seceded states were entitled to be recognized as states in the Union with full powers. Con- gress had another thought. It passed the ‘Civil Rights Bill’ guaranteeing the negroes rights of citizenship. A fourteenth amendment was proposed, the effect of which would be to deprive any state of its representation for its negro population unless its negroes should be allowed to vote. “Under such conditions, eight of the eleven states, all except Virginia, Mississippi and Texas, were ‘reconstructed’ and allowed to resume their place in the Union. Not until 1870 was Federal military control with- drawn and Virginia allowed to become again a member of the Union. “You remember, Bob, I said something about states’ rights being prevalent today. We have two senators who stand for states’ rights as well as those of the nation. Virginia ought to thank God each night for having two great Senators, Mr. Harry F. Byrd and Mr. Carter Glass. “Virginia has a great heritage in these men of whom we have been speaking in our quiet way. The heritage that they have left is a challenge to us to keep the faith. It is great to boast about our ancestors, but the best way to show that we are proud of them is to work to build up a great- er heritage for the ones who follow us.” “Gee, dad, I didn’t realize that Virginia had played such a large part in our nation. I’m really proud to be a Virginian now.” It was getting rather late when this discussion ended, so Bob hasten- ed to go to his room. As his father passed by his room he heard Bob say, “Thank you, God, for those who have gone before me, and help me to be like them, and to strive to better the Virginia in which I live.” Coquette By Dorothy Wilkinson This pretty girl is a blushing rose, Rejoicing in the morning sky, Coquettishly stealing a sidelong glance At me, the admiring passerby. She blossoms forth in all her youth, And, smiling knowingly at the sky, She joyously twines her fragile tendrils Around the heart of the passerby. Page forty THE MISSILE Familiar Scenes By Mary Kuth Carroll VER SINCE I can remember I have traveled by train. From one city to another we have sped in this giant locomotive. When I was fairly well used to the different cars, I would adventure as far toward each end as I dared. Running or skipping, I frequent- ly blocked a friendly porter’s way. Later I soon abandoned this mode of exercise and substituted my greatest indoor hobby in- stead. Reading made the time pass quickly, but I always finished the book too soon. With a few exceptions the majority of these trips were over the same rails — or at least over the same route. I have seen them so often I know Charleston’s tall steel beams that construct the South Station and the small but neat wooden structure that is North Charleston’s. I enjoy watching the train “back in” at Savannah. From my window I see the end of the train or the engine, as the case may be, straightening after the bend. I can always remember that because it is the only city, large or small, that I have ever “backed into.” I do not forget the palm tree that stands near a railroad building there. I watch for it every time I pass because it is always green, Christmas or mid-July. When I see the palms and Spanish moss, then and only then do I feel I’m in the South. The gorgeous colors of wild and cultivated flowers remind me of my outdoor hobby — my flower garden. I make this trip twice each year — going and returning — making a to- tal of more than forty times. Yet, there is no scene I love so well as the sun setting over a pond or river with the gorgeous colors of the sunset, red, yellow, orange, and blue silhouetting a pine tree near by. Sometimes I am so lucky as to see a white crane in mid-air or standing on a floating log near these beautiful scenes. Alligators have never failed to interest me. The first I ever saw were at Grant’s Park, Atlanta. Strange to say I was not so afraid of these giant reptiles (some of which were nearly fifteen feet long) as I was of “Old Maud,” the elephant. Not so strange, however, when I remember that the ’gators looked so tired and even sleepy. Some seemed hardly to move while Old Maud jumped about — well, hardly jumped, but she did get about rather fast for one so large. She raised her great snout into the air, an action which quite frightened me until mother explained she was begging for peanuts. That was some years ago, and Old Maud is dead now. I shall never forget my first trip alone. I was a queer mixture of ex- citement and homesickness all in one. It was to be the same trip I have THE MISSILE Page forty-one mentioned before — a short visit of about ten days during the Christmas holidays. Daddy went with me as far as Rocky Mount. I was all excite- ment up till then ; then I wished so much to have my parents to talk to on the long journey ahead. But I was not without conversation! Indeed, I had much more than I wished ! A little girl, whom I noticed had gotten on at the same time I had, came to sit with me. She very soon informed me that she made an acquaintance on every trip she made and that she was conferring upon me that honor. Goodness! She never stopped talking! I was quite surprised when she stopped and asked me to tell her a story. I began a well-known fairy tale, but it seemed she knew this and so the story was finished — with me as the auditor. Whenever I pass Stone Mountain I feel like saying “hello” to a long- lost friend. Huge formation that it is, it has furnished the world with many tons of granite. Now it has carved upon its majestic sides the com- pleted work which I saw begun years ago — the bas-relief of the South’s greatest generals, Lee and Jackson. I never want to say “good-bye” to this giant rock because some day I want to climb to the very summit of the larg- est piece of solid stone in the world. As the train speeds on, I say only “au revoir.” My Rendezvous By Edsel Ford My rendezvous is oft with you, 0 Nature, in your dim retreats; In timbered depths of wilds am I, Or where the winding river meets, The first salt of the singing sea ; 1 know not where I next shall go, Until the urge is strong again, But not to wilds or rivers’ flow; Instead the heights I’ll try to gain, When tides of spring burst forth anew. Page forty-two THE MISSILE Bullets By Eugene Noon OUNG JIM BILLINGS, secret operator 13, handed his ticket to the conductor and leaned back against the seat with his feet out in the aisle. His eyes wandered over the faces of the other passen- gers seated in the day coach. His orders, received the night before, were sending him down to the Mexican border. For several months the secret service had been trying to stop the smuggling of dope over the border into the United States, and now things were beginning to break. They had found out that a man by the name of Red Barton, who had his ranch just the other side of the border, was their man, but they were not as yet able to find out where he concealed the dope when he crossed the border. It was Jim’s job to find that out. The next morning when the train pulled into the station, he threw his bags on the platform and got off. Going to the town’s only hotel, he se- cured a room. After lunch he went down town to look over the stores, purchasing a rifle, shells, and other hunting equipment. Early next morning he left on horseback in the location of Barton’s ranch. After two days of traveling, he came within sight of it. Pitching camp on a bluff overlooking the val- ley, he prepared himself for a long wait. For two weeks he noted everything that was happening, noticing all callers at the ranch, how long they stayed, and in which direction they left. Since he was concealed at a con- siderable distance from the ranch house, he had to use a powerful telescope. Then on the sixteenth day he saw Red saddling a horse, putting on the horse blankets, shotgun, saddle bags, and the other things that were needed for a trip. At dusk Red started for the border. Jim, having broken camp, follow- ed him at a safe distance. Red crossed the border and headed for the hill. Sometimes for days Jim would lose track of him ; then THE MISSILE Page forty-three one evening Red pulled up at an old shack. Jim watched the shack for two days. Then a rider came riding from the north, hitched his horse and greeted Red. Immediately they went inside together. That night Jim crept up on the shack, and, looking in the window, he saw Red counting some money. His caller, a Mexican, watched him thumb- ing the bills. “Well, is it all there?” he asked as Red finished. “Yes,” the other replied. “Then give me the stuff and let’s be leaving here.” Jim crept around to the door, kicked it open, and yelled: “Put up your hands !” Red obeyed, but his companion’s hand went for the gun at his belt. At the same time Jim’s gun roared and the smuggler dropped to the floor with a hole in his head. “Well, copper, what are you going to do now?” “First, I’m going to bury your friend here; then we’ll start back for town.” After burying the Mexican, Jim went back into the house where his prisoner was handcuffed to a bed. “Well, copper, would you mind telling me what you got on me?” Jim couldn’t answer. He had searched Red and his belongings, but had found nothing but his shotgun, shells, an automatic and food. He started tearing up the flooring, sounding the walls and tearing the crude furniture apart, but he found nothing. He realized now that he had been a fool not to wait until Red had handed his colleague the dope, instead of rushing in on them so soon. He knew that the dope was somewhere around here, but if he couldn’t find it, he could not possibly take Red in. He decided that somehow he must either get the dope or make the man do something that would justify taking him back. After deciding that he would give him a chance to make a break, he released the handcuffs and told him to sit in a corner while he made supper. He made sure that Red was within easy reach of his automatic, so that he might try to escape and give him sufficient cause for arrest, but Red never made a move for the gun. Jim brought his blankets in and made a bed on the floor, laying a gun on the table, but keeping another in his belt. As he turned to look out of the door at the horses, Red jumped towards the gun. He brought it up, and two shots rang out at the same time. Jim felt a bullet crease his scalp and Red grabbed his arm, dropping the automatic to the floor as the shot from Jim’s pistol hit its mark. Then Jim started thinking. Red had had his pistol loaded and within arm’s reach all the time and had never made a play for it, but as soon as he had brought his own gun in and laid it down Red had made a grab for it. Page forty-four THE MISSILE Walking over to the automatic he picked it up, extracted a shell, pull- ed the bullet out of the end, and tapped it in the palm of his hand. A white powder fell out. Opening up several more, he found that each was packed full of dope. He walked over to Red, slapped the cuffs on him, and said, “Mighty expensive bullets you use.” 3 Lumber By Jack Whitmore A narrow, unpaved, dirty street; A sultry smell of steam and smoke; A distant whine of whirling saws; A creasote pond in which to soak The logs which make this small town thrive. Thus we find the town alive. The monotonous moan of monster saws; The high pitched whine of a suction fan ; The ruthless purr of ripping teeth ; The hardy, dark-skinned, stern-faced man, The boss who’s shouts are never heard But carried out to the last firm word. A whistle blows; a short shrill shriek; The roaring machines all slowly cease. The mumbling voices fade away; All is silent and in peace, (A virtue only work can keep.) Thus we find the town asleep. THE MISSILE Page forty-five In Merry Vein Futility By Margaret Langfitt Each Monday morning, just at eight, I hear a knock upon my door; “Get up,” they say, “it’s getting late.” I turn, and go to sleep once more. I seem to hear somewhere below An oft repeated word — the same It seems I heard so long ago; Ah! I remember now, my name. “Wake up,” they say, “it’s getting late; Why don’t you answer when we call?” And then I think what a pleasant fate Never to get up at all. I rise, I dress, I eat, I run, (I have to run; it’s almost nine.) And not a lesson have I done ; There is no life that’s worse than mine. The Favorite By Billy Beachy The favorite trotted on the track; His head held high with pride. The jockey sat upon his back, His legs close to each side. The signal sounded; they were gone Amidst a cloud of dust. The favorite’s jockey urged him on; He knew that win they must. Each horse was straining with all his might; Their legs were flying fast. The home stretch was a sorrowful sight ; The favorite came in last. Page forty-six THE MISSILE Oh! What Sounds! By Waverly Traylor Her voice came through the radio. Meaning perhaps no harm; It seemed disagreeable for that voice To try to sell us charm. The R’s were raspy; S’s sizzed; Her M’s and N’s were mumbled. Were I inclined to criticize, I’d say ’twas all quite jumbled. “She could stop that,” a friend spoke up; “She should take public speaking.” I added: “Yes, or arsenic.” (A sure way I was seeking) . The Teaser By Joe Hack Spring is here, I know it’s here, There is nothing more to fear. The snow is gone ; the sun is bright ; Ole man Spring has won his fight, But could he be a teaser? ’Tis Sunday and the world at rest. The tiny robin in his nest Is glad as I that spring is here, And sunny days are very near, But could it be a teaser? ’Tis Monday now, and do I fret! The whole wide world outside is wet. A cold, cold rain not meant for spring Is having its disastrous fling. Gee, was he a teaser ! THE MISSILE Page forty-seven A First Love By Jack Whitmore Last night, as I before a glowing fire Sat, a beautiful girl there caught my eye. To look at her could I not help or tire, And from my lips escaped a silent sigh. As she, sweet maid, upon a winding stair Received me and my soul with open heart, Her hazel eyes and flashing auburn hair Had made me hope that we could never part. Long as I live, maybe a hundred years, The things we did that night, the plans we made I never may forget amid my tears. All this, alas, I see before me fade, For she’s a beautiful girl on a magazine cover, And I’m a gawking boy, her unseen lover. Youth By Anne Brister I go along the road of time And I skip because I’m gay; Oh, my soul is filled with gladness As I go along my way ; I sing about the things in June; My song is loud but out of tune. My mother is my patient guide; She leads me by the hand, To show me all those lovely things About this great big land; These things are very lovely too, But there are things I’d rather do. I skip along this road of time; I know not where it ends, I hope at some enchanting palace Where trouble quickly mends ; The things I plan will all come true, Just as the things in stories do. Page forty-eight THE MISSILE Madison and “The Federalist” By Billy Beachy HEN you speak of the great men that Vir- ginia has produced, you very seldom mention James Madison. I think, if you knew his life and the work he did in the develop- ment of our government, you would speak more of him along with the rest of the great Vir- ginians. To begin with, James Madi- son was born in Port Conway, Virginia, in 1750. He was well educated under many tutors and also went to the College of New Jersey. Madison was a very dili - gent student, especially so in history and government. He was one of the founders of the American Whig Society, a debating club. Madison gradually worked his way up in governmental affairs, first by being elected to the Virginia Convention in 1776 as a member of the com- mittee which framed the Declaration of Rights. While he was on this committee he proposed an amendment that declared that “all men are equally entitled to the full and free exercise of religion.” Later in 1780, he took his seat in Congress and served until 1783. While in Congress he kept notes on all the debates which he later used in the official “Journal.” He topped off his political career by holding the highest office in these United States. He took office in 1809 and retired in 1817. It seems peculiar, but true, that Madison was a strict opponent of slav- ery although he was from the South. Madison, in 1794, married Dorothy Payne Todd, a widow of great social charm. These are just some of the main factors of his life and character, and I suppose I could go on for a long time giving more, but I think the shortest and best description of Madison is that of Henry Adams who calls him THE MISSILE Page forty-nine “small, quiet, somewhat precise in manner, pleasant, fond of conversation, with a mixture of ease and dignity in his address.” Then again, Henry Clay described him by contrasting him with Jef- ferson. He said that Jefferson had more genius, Madison more judgment and common sense; that Jefferson was a visionary and theorist; Madison was cool, dispassionate, practical and safe. Madison is best known for his work on that group of papers called “The Federalist.” These papers first appeared in “The Independent Jour- nal” and other New York newspapers in the interval between the drawing up of the Constitution and its ratification. They went under the general heading, “The Federalist.” They were devoted to the expounding and the defending of the new instrument of government. In the Convention, four courses were presented: I. Independent sovereignty of all states; II. Division of the states into groups ; III. A true federation, each state retaining its sovereignty and the Federal Government, dealing not with persons but with states, having no power of legislature proper, no power of taxation, but only requisition; IV. A nation with a federal structure, in which the states continue to exist with their general rights, but the Federal Government having defined power of legislature and taxation, and in execution of those powers deal- ing not with states only, but with persons, and in case of resistance through courts of law. This fourth one was the one that was supported by the Convention and advocated by “The Federalist.” In other words, while the political science of “The Federalist” was based upon the idea of sovereignty, it placed em- phasis upon the attacks of popular majorities, not the protection of “the people” against the exactions of the executives. The Convention and “The Federalist” had before them other examples of Federal Government in ancient times: the Lycian Confederacy, which appeared to them to have been well organized, and also, in modern times, the Swiss Confederacy. Some examples of the topics of the work in “The Federalist” are as follows: In “Federalist” Number 10, Madison argues that the form of government provided in the proposed Constitution is more likely than any other to hold balance, and to prevent any one economic interest from un- duly exploiting its rivals; in another, “Federalist” Number 39, he lays em- phasis upon the dual nature of the new government, federal in its extent and powers, national in its operations; and in “Federalist” Number 48, he expounds the idea that to form effective checks upon one another the leg- islative, executive and judicial branches must be entirely distinct and be interrelated. Page fifty THE MISSILE Of the eighty-five articles in these papers, Madison wrote some twen- ty-nine ; Alexander Hamilton, who was “the soul of the work,” wrote sixty- three articles ; and the third writer, John Jay, wrote five. Alexander Hamilton was a native of the West Indies. He had thrown himself into the American Revolt, perhaps as much under the influence of youthful ambition as from settled conviction in favor of popular govern- ment. As a member of the Conventions, he had proposed a Constitution more conserv ative than that which was adopted ; but he embraced the plan of the Convention heartily upon the rejection of his plan. Jay had written only five because he was sick. He too was a strong conservative. He became ambassador to England, and made a treaty which brought on a democratic storm. These are just a few facts of the lives of the other two authors which I thought might be interesting. Madison, when we look again over his life, had been member of the same party as Hamilton at this time, but he later passed over to Jefferson and the Democracy. Madison, in the great causes for which he fought in his earliest years — religious freedom and separation of church and state, the free navigation of the Mississippi, and the adoption of the Constitu- tion — had met with success. His greatest and truest fame, which he well deserves, is as the “father of the Constitution.” Osn To a Bird By Marjorie Marek How lovely the hills of your native home Must be when the shades of evening fall And the scent of the suckle on your wall Is mingled with the fresh-plowed loam. Oh, lead me to your shady dell, For in this haven I shall dwell. Nay, bare are those hills with no scented flowers, Where silent eagles serenely scan The drab, dark shades unknown to man, And no trees are there with leafy bowers. Stay, stay in your sunny strand, You would not like my barren land. THE MISSILE Page fifty-one Les Chapeaux Pour Madame By Edward Scherr H, aren’t they exquisite this season ! Why they are more beautiful than ever! Now what is it that could possibly cause such com- ment? To be sure! they are the latest creations in ladies’ hats, if they may so be called, designed by the great French artists. It seems that Vogue states “La Madame” must wear that type which was styled from the American Indian when her eve- ning entertainment consists of a theatre date. You know that type which gives one a stiff neck from constantly peeking around the feather in the hope of getting a glimpse of the picture. Or if she wishes to stroll on the boulevard one bright Sunday, she must crown her cranium with that type which would be complete only with two holsters by her side. But if by chance this is not her choice, she must go to the other extreme with one of those delightful doll hats which the organ grinder’s monkey is so accustomed to wear. These seem to be particularly favored by the women who are slightly corpulent. Madame must wear a chapeau which has the added burden of a veil if she is inclined to indulge in a little social pastime. When finally she has pulled the veil over her face — which perhaps is not a bad idea at that — she is only minus a white horse and a “H’yo Silver, Away !” She may also be in the utmost of style if with a sport ensemble she blossoms forth with a macaroni-tasseled, suede tarn which is characteristic of the famous monks of old. No, not monkeys. She may also on very sportive occasions bind her temples with scarfs of varied and pronounced colors. This is usually preferred by those femmes whose cheeks always glow with that so natural tint of red which is also preferred by gypsies. Vogue also calls attention to those of the masculine sex to, by all means, save their discarded fall hats as from all indications from France, their wives and sisters will find them quite stylish with their fall attire if only the added ornament of a scallion is perched neatly on the brim. Ladies, please take note of the valuable information contained herein as it was compiled from extracts of various articles published in the leading American and French magazines. Also remember it is the greatest style to possess a most uncomfortable headgear designed by French artists, the masters of millinery. Page fifty-two THE MISSILE Reunion By Milton Friedenberg T was hardly the sort of night for a murder. The motherly look- ing, white-haired woman cer- tainly did not look the part of a murderess. Yet the thing that was obsessing this woman was murder — the murder of Thomas Mann, munitions manufacturer. For in the mind of this half-insane woman all muni- tions manufacturers were potential start- ers of wars. Her thoughts went back to the day when her only son had left for war. Strong, husky, and healthy, the boy had never returned, and since that time the woman had been half insane with grief. Day after day, the grow- ing pain in her heart had deadened into hate — hate against all persons whom she thought responsible for war. It was a hate so fierce that it was eating her up, and the only way in which she could save herself was to vent that hate on someone. So she had finally decided to kill Thomas Mann, first, because he was a munitions manufacturer ; secondly, because fate had brought him to the very city in which she lived. Thomas Mann had been in the war too. However, he remembered noth- ing of his past up to the war. He had been taken prisoner, but a bomb ex- plosion had swept away his memory. After the war ended he was returned to the American army, but no record of him could be found. Up to this time he had lived without knowledge of who he was or where he lived. Re- turning to America, he had gone into the Middle West and worked for some time in a small steel mill. He had gradually worked his way up until he had become owner of the mill. His business had expanded, and soon he was known as Thomas Mann, munitions manufacturer. Naturally, he had long before picked out a name for himself. He had come to this small town to complete a business deal. The woman walked down a few steps into the dining hall of the hotel in which Thomas Mann had registered. He was eating his dinner, and nat- urally he did not notice the woman as she entered. She took a seat across from Mann’s table and began contemplating the slaughter. Several times she felt in her purse to see if her gun was safe. “Pardon, madam, have you ordered?” THE MISSILE Page fifty-three She was startled by the waiter’s inquiry. “N — no, thank you,” she replied, “I’m waiting for a friend.” Thomas Mann turned around as he heard the woman speak. Some- thing about her voice sounded familiar. In fact, everything about this town had seemed vaguely familiar to his mind. He couldn’t understand it. Possibly it was some new sort of mental telepathy. He wasn’t sure. The woman began thinking about the murder again. She was sure that she would be caught. After all, firing a gun in the dining hall of a hotel usually attracts attention. She didn’t care. She was doing her duty for mankind ! Thomas Mann seemed familiar to her, also. Why? She did not know. She did know that she would not let anything upset her plans. Die he must, and die he would. She rose from her chair and pointed the gun at his head. The blood was rushing through her brain ; her heart was palpitating at twice its nor- mal speed ; her mind was whirling ; but she knew that she must fire the gun in order to save other mothers’ sons from a fate that hers had suffered. She pulled the trigger. How the bullet ever hit Thomas Mann is more than we can understand. She had never fired a gun in her life. When the bullet entered the brain of Thomas Mann, he did not die im- mediately. Something clicked in his mind ; the canopy of uncertainty was thrust aside, and suddenly he knew who he was. He saw the woman hold- ing the gun. He spoke one word and died. That word crashed into the woman’s half-insane mind, and left her a gibbering idiot. Thomas Mann had said, “Mother.” QL o) The Star By Herman Lewis The star is like a merry elf So careless and so free, Who blinks and blinks and dances, too, And often winks at me. Sometime I wish that I were he So carefree and so light, That I might dance and wink and play All through the long dark night. Page fifty-four THE MISSILE John Marshall and the Constitution By Edward Scherr OR one to appreciate the greatest justice in the history of the United States Supreme Court, John Marshall, one must be familiar with his ap- pearance and character. John Marshall was a tall, meager person with his muscles so relaxed that it not only dis- qualified him for any vigorous exertion of body, but also de- stroyed everything like harmony in his air and movements. His whole appearance, his dress, his bearing, his gestures, were quite different from the graces of Lord Chesterfield. His head and face were small in proportion to his height, but his face beamed with good humor, and his eyes proclaimed the power of his mind. Marshall possessed profound knowledge and was quick to determine the fallacy or truth of an argument. He spoke clearly and in a tone of sim- ple truth which compelled conviction. He knew nothing of pride, ostenta- tion, or hypocrisy and he lived up to the letter and spirit of republicanism, while maintaining the dignity due to his age and office. There are four cases on which Marshall’s decisions have assured him a place in the annals of our history as our foremost justice. The first of these was the case of Marbury vs. Madison in 1803. Wil- liam Marbury, who had been appointed by Adams to be justice of the peace in the District of Columbia, had not received his commission. Marshall, who had been Secretary of State until the end of Adams’ term, had failed, because of the hurry of the later days, to attend to the transfer of the com- missioner and Marbury sought aid of the court. A motion was made in Congress for a rule requiring the secretary of state, Madison, to show W.CRGUJOE THE MISSILE Page fifty-five cause why a mandamus should not be issued directing him to deliver the commission. The rule was issued but Madison ignored it. On this the co urt gave an opinion upholding Madison. The importance of this case lies in the fact that for the first time a congressional enactment was declared by the Supreme Court to be uncon- stitutional and of no effect. The second of these cases was the Dartmouth College case in 1819. Dartmouth College had received a charter during the colonial days from the crown. The state legislature passed acts to amend the charter and to increase the number of trustees, the additional trustees to be appointed by the Governor. Provisions were made for a board of overseers to inspect and control the trustees in certain particulars. These enactments were but one incident, but they had caused personal animosities, entanglements in state politics, and religious rancor. Marshall decided that this could not be done as the college was an eleemosynary institution and not a civil in- stitution participating in the administration of the government. This is the most famous of Marshall’s decisions though not the most far-reaching in constitutional effects. It is accepted even now that a char- ter of a private corporation is a contract. The decision announced limita- tions on the state authority and was important in industrial history, for it gave assurance of the inviolability of corporation charters and gave sta- bility to those great industrial agencies. The third decision was made in 1819 in the case of McCulloch vs. Mary- land. Congress had given a charter to the National Bank. Particularly in the newer regions the branch banks gave rise to schemes of money sharks for collecting money from the helpless and drying up sources of money. Several states, including Maryland, levied taxes on these banks to overcome the evil. Maryland’s law was tested in the Supreme Court. Mary- land had passed a law saying that, if a bank was established without her consent, their notes must be printed on stamped paper or pay a tax. One of the branch banks refused to comply, and McCulloch, a clerk, was sued for debt. Marshall declared that the banks could be established as such establishment was an implied power of the Federal Government. The Fed- eral Government could use the banks as a means for carrying out the fiscal operations of the government. The question whether Maryland could tax the banks still remained. Marshall said she could not because “the power to tax is the power to destroy and may deflect and render useless the power to create.” The act of Maryland was therefore unconstitutional. What makes this decision so important in constitutional history is the fact that it came at a time when the tide of feeling ran high and when theories of national rights were current. Pennsylvania proposed an amend- Page fifty-six THE MISSILE ment legalizing the federal banks in the District of Columbia only. Ten other states disapproved it and declared that “the dignity, the welfare, the prosperity and the permanency of that Government (which is our pride and admiration) forbid the adoption of the proposed amendment.” The fourth of these great cases was Gibbons vs. Ogden in 1824. This was the first time that the subject which has caused so much controversy throughout our history, interstate commerce, was brought into question. There came before the court the question of the validity of a New York act granting certain persons the exclusive rights to navigate New York waters in steamboats. The main question was: could a state, asserting its com- plete authority over transportation on waters within its limits, obstruct the national routes of communications and even shut out foreign vessels from its harbors? The court gave the opinion that internal commerce of a state is subject to state regulation, but interstate and foreign commerce “is vested in Congress as absolutely as it would be in a single government having in its constitution the same restrictions on the exercise of its power as are found in the constitution of the United States.” The case of Gibbons vs. Ogden didn’t end the controversy of states’ power in commerce in the absence of congressional enactments, but it did give the commerce clause a broad construction which assured general and national control when later conditions made such control and regulations desirable. The opinions in these cases were based on reason and were emphatic pronouncements of national authority. That these discussions and the opinions should have come in those formative days, before sectionalism and state sovereignty grew really menacing, was tremendously important to the future of our country. Marshall didn’t create nationalism by constitu- tional construction but by taking broad, forward-looking views of realities. He and others built up a constitution suitable for a nation and a growing nation at that. “A constitution is framed for ages to come, and is designed to approach immortality as nearly as human institutions can approach it.” THE MISSILE Page fifty-seven Going to the Bugs By Dorothy Wilkinson WING” was supposed to be danced to with a smart, sophisticated step, but at length it has developed into a mass of blasts and music that seems to have come fresh from the insane asylum. When the modern musician invented this new fad in dance music I never dreamed that it would have the effect that it has had on the object of my affections. The quartets of the various swing orchestras fascinate him, because he says that it gives the individual player a chance to show either how “corny” or how good he really is.. I am a pretty staunch fan of the latest dance myself, but when it comes to the modern dance a la swing as interpreted by “jitterbugs,” I am indeed an anti-swing enthusiast. I have a perfect horror of attending with Andy a dance that has as its main attraction a swing ensemble. When the orchestra swings into “Flat Foot Floogy,” he grabs me around the waist with a simple “Come on, worm, let’s wiggle,” and executes a series of hops, skips, and jumps that would put an African savage to shame. The dance is indeed a blasphemy on the American people who are supposed to be a civilized race. When a new fad is introduced, new words must inevitably come into use. His pet expressions are “hep-cat,” “alligator,” and “in the groove,” which can be interpreted (believe it or not) as those persons who are swing fans and who gad about the dance floor like Mexican jumping beans. He insists on calling the clarinet a “licorice stick” while the dignified bass fid- dler has been dubbed “keeper of the dog house.” We are continually going from one place to another to dance. Instead of the waltz or Westchester or Lambeth Walk (which is “strictly off the cab”) he does the Lindy Lou Hop, and the Little Apple. Now, when we sit at home before a cozy open fire, instead of whisper- ing sweet little nothings to me, he talks of the modern songs. According to him the ultra-modern type is simply the last word in music, but I must admit that to me it is simply a series of notes with no tune and often with very appropriate titles such as: “Dinner Music for a Bunch of Hungry Cannibals.” Don’t for an instance think that I don’t like swing, for no one can help succumbing to its sweet, sticky rhythm. It’s the thing that swing stands for in my mind that irritates me. So if the rumor is true that swing is on its way out, I am ready to help it with a great big push. Page fifty-eight THE MISSILE Search By Frances Achstein AST SIDE, New York, was quite an appalling sight on a hot, humid day in July. The heat was so intense that the overcrowded, dingy buildings seemed to shrink and sweat. The fire escapes were fill- ed with mothers holding their suckling, undernourished brats. Slovenly intoxicated men lay on the steps in drunken stupor, and perspiration beads stood out on their faces. A little girl sat on the steps playing with a doll made from a towel. Below the four-story build- ings the streets were filled with push carts selling everything imaginable from clothing to household articles and food. The crowded subways rumbled under the streets; the street cars screeched on the tracks of the street ; the elevated rushed above the streets. The headlong eager crowds moved on, but it made no difference where. Everywhere — noise! noise! Young urchins skillfully stole from the push carts. A fat immigrant wo- man ran along pulling a dirty, ragged girl behind. Women with accented dialects were buying from the push carts. All this medley made up Riv- ington Street. Around the corner on Houston Street, by the waterfront, the same conditions prevailed, but there were three peeople who were very still. Re- becca Stivel lay very quiet and pale on a couch. Her large eyes were now half closed ; her parted lips were parched with fever. The long gray-streak- ed black plaits lay over her shoulders on a clean white gown. One could see that Rebecca was finding it hard to breathe. Yetta, her twelve-year- old daughter, was applying cool, wet towels to her head. Ah ! how good that felt. Rebecca knew the end was near, and she was afraid. Who would care for her two young children? Although little Yetta was twelve years old, she had the intellect of a child much older. For two years she and her brother, David, who was fourteen, had taken care of their beloved mother with the little help of neighbors. David was their only source of income. He helped a boy on a news- paper route for money, and he sang in the streets. Everyone knew the curly-headed boy who sang from his heart the Yiddish songs his mother had taught him before her illness. His clear, soprano voice never failed to bring in enough for supper. But now, he didn’t sing any more. His moth- er was very ill, and nothing could save her. A faint tap on the door broke the silence. David opened it and ad- mitted a strong-looking, middle-aged woman. “How is your mudder?” she asked with a definite accent in a concern- ed manner. THE MISSILE Page fifty-nine David tried to answer, but he couldn’t speak. He was afraid to say anything, afraid he would have to say she was not better. The woman didn’t wait for a reply, only tip-toed to the couch. She could see that the woman was worse and refrained from shaking her head. She smiled and said encouragingly to the children, “Oh, she will soon be better.” Rebecca closed her eyes for a second, and then she opened them wide. Yetta dipped the towel in the cool water, wrung out some of it, and tried to put it on the fevered head, but Rebecca waved her away. “I don’t need it any more, my child,” she said between coughs.. It was the first time she had coughed for two hours, but now paroxisms shook her, and each cough wrung the hearts of her children. When she was through and had been settled a few seconds, she beckoned her children to her. David put his hand over her mouth signifying that she must not talk, but she must. She began to whisper. They came nearer to listen. “Last night — dreamed — saw my mother — she came for me — must go. Take care — each other.” With that her eyes closed for the last time. David bit his lips to keep back the tears, but was soon sobbing. Yetta sat by her mother’s bed and stared. The neighbor woman was mystified. Why didn’t the child cry? Why did she stare so? A cold chill ran through Mrs. Goldstein when she saw the large, black eyes staring into V ' space. She gathered the children to her and took them to her apartment. . That afternoon men came to the apartment and put the body into a large automobile. It w 7 as the end of her for them, and still Yetta did not cry, and thus she stayed — never crying, but always staring. That afternoon men came to the apartment and put the body into a large automobile. It was the end of her for them, and still Yetta did not cry, and thus she stayed — never crying, but always staring. For one week David and Yetta stayed at Mrs. Goldstein’s apartment. At the end of the week some women of the neighborhood came over to de- cide what shou ld be done about the children. The only alternative was an orphanage. And so to an orphanage they were sent. At first it was terrible for both of them, but later things were differ- ent. It was good for Yetta to be here as she got good meals and plenty of rest. Soon David began to sing again. Ah ! this made life complete. . When they had been in the home for about four years, Yetta was shock- ed when David told her he was going away. He pleaded with her. Page sixty THE MISSILE “Sis, I’m going because of you. I want to make money for you so you won’t have to live in a place like w r e — we used to. I’ll be back for you.” She begged him to stay, to take care of her. She was happy because he was and this tore something from her heart. Yetta knew her pleading would be in vain. The following day David escaped. For days she did not eat, slept hardly any, and, in fact, hardly existed. For two years she waited for his return. She did not give up hope, but she was impatient — impatient to look at him, to hear him sing. He was all she had. Yetta had worked hard so that he would be proud of her. One day it occurred to her that something might be wrong, something that kept him from coming for her. She must look for him. She must ! She convinced the headmatron that it was necessary for her to go and that at her age, she was old enough to care for herself. With fifty dollars in her purse, earned from working in the garden, she set out to find her brother. First she must get back to Houston street. To her it seemed days before she found the exact location of the tenement house she had once lived in. She found it with much difficulty. It was as she remembered it, only dirtier. She ascended the stairs and came to the apartment where she had once lived. She knocked at the door cautiously. An old, haggard-looking woman opened the door. The woman looked strange- ly familiar to her, but she could not remember her name. The woman looked at her very closely and saw large, black, staring eyes. “Yetta Stivel,” she whispered in a queer voice as if she was thinking out loud. Yetta was surprised to hear her name. How could this ragged, old wo- man know her? “Surely you remember Mrs. Goldstein? I took you when your mother died,” she said. “Come in.” Suddenly it all came back to her, that hectic night when her mother died. “Have you seen my brother?” was her first question. The woman looked at her in a very pitiful manner. She seemed undecided as to wheth- er to answer “yes” or “no.” She finally said in a very low voice, “No.” Mrs. Goldstein persuaded Yetta to stay with her in the old apartment. For days and days Yetta combed East Side. All the people in the neigh- borhood avoided her. If she asked about her brother, they would answer in neither the affirmative nor negative. She thought this extremely queer. At night she lay awake hearing David’s singing in her ears. Her supply of money soon became exhausted, and she began to look for work. One day as she walked down a street of East Side, New York, every- one looked at her. She was walking in a daze, her enormous, black eyes staring into space. She walked very slowly, measuring every step. On THE MISSILE Page sixty-one and on she walked until — alas — what was that ? Her mother — she saw her mother in front of her, beckoning her on. She began to walk faster and faster. Suddenly she heard someone singing, singing. Her thoughts turn- ed to David. Of course ! That was David singing ! Who else could sing like that? Hadn’t her mother taken her to him ! “David, David!” she creamed, running blindly down the street. Then she stopped. The singer was walking down the street with a tin cup in one hand, a cane in the other. He was blind. In spite of this she recognized him to be David. She screamed his name again. David heard her, and although he could not see, he knew from instinct that it was Yetta. He rushed on because she must not see him in this con- dition. He ran into the street. “David!” Yetta screamed, and ran into the street after him. Then — crash — it was all over. The crowds near the tragedy saw a girl lying in the street dead, with a smile on her face. They saw a man lying in the street. The policeman leaned close to listen to his heart and heard him whisper, “Yetta, Yetta.” QL q) The Hunt By Dorothy Talmage The hunters behind me are aiming to kill, So anxiously striving to show off their skill; They’re wading through marshes, through mud, and through bogs, They’re jumping o’er brush and across fallen logs. I run over brush, over hill, over dale, I dash through the meadows and down through the vale, I’m compelled to get through this without any strife ; Necessity forces me run for my life. “Oh ! There goes that slick one,” the chief hunter cries ; “And here comes my last fight,” the poor fox he sighs, But slishing and swirling now breaks through the still; The soft snow prevents the gay hunters a kill. Page sixty-two THE MISSILE We guarantee EVERY Fish, Oyster, Clam, Crab and everything we sell. 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