R J Reynolds High School - Black and Gold Yearbook (Winston Salem, NC)

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THE BLACK AND GOLD 25 on eaoh other. Suddenly a cloud enveloped them, and though we were in the bright sunlight, I could see no more of the fight for a long while. I Oh! my child, that must have been a terrible fight, for the thunder ruinbled in the air and onoe Rustum's horse uttered a dreadful ery, which sent a shudder through the Persians and caused the river to eurdle. At last the cloud disappeared, l looked, and lo! Sohrab was lying upon the ground with Rustum standing above him. Rustum appeared to be talking to Sohrab, and I heard Sohrab say, louder than the rest of the Conversation: 4' tThe mighty Rustum shall avenge my death.' Nl knew that the iight was over and tears oame to my eyes to see that brave, beautiful boy, for boy he was, lying there upon the sand, only waiting until death should Come to him. Then night came on and a cold fog crept from the Gxus. Soon a hum arose. and fires began to twinkle through the fog. for now both armies moved to camp, and took their meal, and Riustum and his son were left alone. -Callie A. Lewis, 'l-1. ,,,,fflll :E ll -X uultke wx? WU'''lim'mnuulllllllm. lg Nw Q--'el ,Qs ,N 'gxxmxifa I uuth W' -' In -- bd 's usp' Q7 QE 2 .4359

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24 THE BLACK AKD GOLD Elie Qlnmhai an Seen hg at Mrraian Snlhirr A ES. my little Hajah.. it has been some four score years and more since that awful combat be- 53iSy tween the renowned Rustum and brave Sohrab, Q' It was when I was in the great Persian Army. as a guai d to the good General Ferood. The heavens even took part in that battle and it was so impressed upon my mind that it seems that it was only yesterday that I saw it. Great was the rejoicing in the Persian camp when the great Rustum agreed to tight for them and he looked like a giant tower as he stood upon the sands awaiting the com- ing of Sohrab. IYhen Sohrab came forth he looked like a lily. just plucked from some fair lady's garden. while Rustuin was more like the magnolia. the tree having strength, while the blossom has its delicate beauty. although the petals are thick and hard to tear. I was somewhat surprised to see Sohrab fall at Rus- tum's feet. instead of beginning to tight. I could not hear what was said, but from the scornful look upon Rustum's face and the painful one on Sohrab's, it seemed to be a very touching conversation. All at once they ceased talking and Rustuin, his face showing both anger and scorn. hurled his spear: but the boy stepped aside and the spear went deep into the sand. Then Sohrab hurled his spear. It struck Rustum's shield but it was turned. Then the mighty Rus- tum seized his great club. which none but he could wield, and struck at Sohrab with all his strength. but 'the boy' again stepped aside and the club thundered to the earth. and Rustum fell. too. I feared for what might follow: but Sohrab only waited for him to arise. Then, after a short conversation. which seemed to anger Rustum all the more, they rushed together, more furious than ever. raining blows

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26 THE BLACK AKD GOLD Ellie mine Svhnp N the section of Paris known as St. Antoine is fl li a little wine shop. It seeins to be the ineeting place of the common people and is now crowded. EQI QZ The bar at the lower end of the room is sur- rounded by rough-looking nien. as are also the tables scat- tered throughout the rooni. The people are talking and drinking, but inost of thein appear to be nlore interested in the conversation than in their wine. One of the inost frequent reniarks heard is this, VVe'll find out when they conief' Two nien entered the shop and they niust be the they' who the people are looking for, because talking suddenly ceases and all eyes are turned on theni. One of the new- coniers is a stout. dark inan. the other, tall and hungry look- ing. The stout nian is Defarge, the shop keeper, and he in- troduces his coinpanion as the one who can tell you all. Hurry! Coininencef' the people cry, and the inan thus connnanded, begins : I ani a roadniender. About a year ago I was working on the roads just outside of Paris, when I saw 3Ionseigneur's carriage coining up the hill. I looked around and under the carrage I saw Gaspard hanging by the chair. He was white with dust. YVhen the carriage reached the top of the hill he juinped out and disappeared over the hill. That night Monseigneur was niurdered. t'That night Gaspard canie to my little hut and asked for food. He told nie how llonseig-neur had killed his little child and that he had followed hiin honie and niurdered him for revenge. He had hid in the woods that day. He stayed with ine for eleven months, hiding in the woods when he thought he was in danger of discovery. HBut he could not reniain hidden forever. One day