Piedmont High School - Tris Yearbook (Piedmont, WV)

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VFZHSII A Huqzsl 1115132 Qhhenture uf a ikainhrup I remember as I lay in the ocean with regrets, floating in a cloud over land checkered with farms deep blue and lakes dotted with soils, the moun- tains rugged and serene with deep gorges and cool glades. Then I felt my- self falling to earth with millions of other drops to be sucked up by the thirsty ground immediately upon arriving. It was dark and cold as I jour- neyed farther down into the earth until finally, I joined many other drops and began traveling along with them to burst into a pure, clear mountain spring at last. It was a small spring with a little stream of water flowing from the outlet, towards which I felt myself being drawn and then go tumb- ling down the gully. Gradually other small streams began joining in 'till I found myself be- ing hurried along by a rushing, brawling mountain stream in which the speckled mountain trout loved to leap and play, or the fisherman with wad- ing boots on and large rod in hand, his kind face lighted with joy as he tested his skill with the husky mountain trout which he had hooked. I had a thrill as I rushed through the rapids and felt myself leap into the air as I struck a bowlder, to go roving on again. I felt myself falling until fin- ally I was just a mist through which the sun formed a beautiful rainbow, then the joining at the bottom of the falls, to go creeping slowly through deep virgin forests with the stars and moon reflected on the water. I heard the deer come down to drink, only to tremble and snort as it hears the weird scream of the mountain lion in the forest, or in the morn- ing the songs of the birds, accompanied sometimes by the singing of a tall, clear-eyed man as he passes swiftly over me in his canoe. Still other drops of water come in the form of streams, until finally I am in a mighty river, flowing stately between banks lined with tall trees or going around a bend and bursting upon a quiet village basking in the warm sun or in the moon- light to see two lovers sitting on the bank dreaming of happy days to come. As I flowed on with millions of other raindrops, a change gradually took place. Instead of wood-lined banks and swift canoes, there were farms and large steamersg then the factories, the wheels of which I made go around by my mighty force, and in this way became a servant of man and a help to the world. I was dammed up and made to turn mighty generators which sent a fluid which lights up the cities and helped to relieve the bur- dens of man. Then to arrive at the end of my journey, the ocean, over which the mighty steamer passed. I still lie here awaiting the call which will again take me to the white clouds which float over my head. I want to help mankind whom God decreed we should serve. NONRMAN HOIFFA '25 Page eighty-three

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I C4251 desperately to swim but I was too weak. I held my breath until at last I could hold it no longer and as the Wat- er flowed in through my mouth and nose I lost consciousness. I heard voices in the distance gradually louder and when I finally re- gained my sense of hearing I heard my mother say: Bring up another gucket of water, he isn't awake yet. What do you think? It was only a ream. avmhpfzn Have you ever wondered why each graduating class has its Senior play? It seems to be a well established custom, as the end draws near, for this last united effort of the class to be given without fail. Let it be known here that the chief purpose of the play is to obtain money. What money is made is used for the benefit of the school, in the publishing of the an- nual year book, Tris. Part is used to defray necessary class expenses. It can easily be understood then, how valuable are the financial returns of the play. The Senior play is firmly founded and heartily desired by the students and public. Nevertheless, another purpose is to present a worth-while play that will always remain as a monument to the work and ability of the graduat- ing class. Each particular class is generally remembered by its Senior play. Mention the class of '24 and one immediately thinks of Mr. Bob. Every Senior should feel that he is responsible in some Way for the success of this last united effort of the class. DESSIE FOX '25 ill.-il laughs Build for yourself a strong box, Fashion each part with careg Fit it with clasp and padlock, Put all your troubles in thereg Hide therein all your failures, And each bitter cup you quaff, Lock all your heartaches within it, Then sit on the lid and laugh. Tell no one of its contentsg Never its secrets share. Drop in your cares and worries, Keep them forever there. Hide them from sight so completely The world will never dream half, Fasten the top down tightly, Then-sit on the lid and laugh! Page eighty-twn

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The Qlutnhiugrapbp uf a ibennp Years ago I slept in the pocket of a rock in the Rocky Mountains. Once when I was lying quietly in my bed I heard a far off sound which seemed to come nearer and nearer. Suddenly I heard someone hammering and walking and after while someone took me out of the rock. I was put in a fire and heated until I was as round as could be. After while they sent me away to be stamped and then sent me on my journey around the world. . I never stay in one place long enough to call it home. One day a rich lady took me to a large store and gave me, with a lot of other pennies to a man behind the counter for some sugar. When the lady was gone the man put me in a drawer with other pieces of money and shut me up in there. Oh! how dark it did seem for a while. I lay there very quiet listening to the other pennies telling about the experiences they had during their lives. I was left in this drawer for a few hours, which seemed more to me like months. Then I was taken out and given to a little girl, who put me in her pocket book and left me there for two or three days. I was then taken to a candy store and exchanged for some candy. I was again put in an old dark drawer. I did not stay there very long before I was given to a boy who put me into his pocket. But he was a very care- less boy for at least I thought sol as he put me in a pocket that had a hole in it. As he was going along the street I dropped on the hot, dusty road, where I was soon lost from sight by the dust which covered me. I began to think that I would have to end my life in that old dusty road where the careless boy had dropped me, when a little child came along the road and happened to see me shining through the dust. She ea'- erly picked me up and wiped the dust off my face. How pleased she was! She said: I will go in the store and get a stick of candy. I was then placed in an old dark drawer again and here I was shut out from the beau- tiful, bright world. I lay here for three long days. Then the storekeeper gave me to his little g'rl to take to Sunday School. She put me in her pock- et and started on her way. When she reached the church she went in and sat down by some other girls and showed me to them. She seemed very proud of me. After while I heard a bell ring and an old lady came back to the class. She took up the collection and I was dropped into the plate. A lot of other pieces of money were thrown on top of me. Taking the money out of the plate, the teacher, which was what the class called the lady, counted it. As she deemed the collection for that day quite a large one, she seemed very much pleased, declaring that the pennies were what counted. I felt m.uch elated after hearing this statement, but my joy was short last- ing as I was handed to a large man who put me into a corner way down in hris pocket. He tried to get me out, but had a very hard time doing so. When he finally accomplished his aim, he asked: You little rascal, why couldn't I get you out before ? This man treated me very cruelly and I certainly was glad when I was given to anotlcer man. I wonder how much longer I must travel before I get to a place where I can rest for a while. A penny surely has a very hard life. ERMA TURNER '26 Page eighly-four