Roanoke High School - Acorns Yearbook (Roanoke, VA)

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Came jealousy, stirring up anger, And making with discord the marring Of the erstwhile rhythm of peace. This last in the third court transpired, And greatly the high priest was saddened. Many and fearsome adventures Must for the goddess be l:1lllSl1CCl- Journeys in this world and others, Journeys to future and pastg Battles with earth, ire. and water, Struggles in tongues dread and strangeg Great men long dead resurrected. Their secrets of life must unfold. Each moon is a sacrifice offered- From each student a portion of brain Is taken and laid on the altar, The goddess's favor to gain. Many there are who have striven, And many the quests boldly won, But some by the wayside have fallen, Though far beyond midnight their torches Affrighted the owlets and stars. Now to the inner court coming, Lighter the mists are, and clearer Glows through the veilings the keys- The strong talismans for the faithful. Not yet is the service completed, But vision broader and better To the youths and the maidens is given For choosing 'mong pathways bewildlring. Some will the goddess abandon, Some will their keys hold as naught: But some with their faces e'er watching Their hands, and their hearts' best performing. The goddess may place on their labors The ultimate crown of her smile. HELEN BULMAN, IV B 48

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Are the youths and the maidens, whose parents Have vowed them to service of Wisdom. Among them the priests and the priestesse Move, ever 0'uardiuO' and ffuic,linff-1 f D D b 2?- Iu the innermost shrine is the high priest, NYhose hands give the lcevs to the victors. D . For him, alter long years of waiting, Wfas the face of the Goddess unveiled, D E'er after his face showed the fflor f D That followed the sight of the vision. '10 was the year of the advent Of the Class of which I would sing. Fourscore and more was their number, From lesser shrines far oft and near. Some with demeanor respectful, And hearts full of awe and of wonder, Followed, the priests' Word obeying. Others the service neglected, Thinking the priests they surpassed, and Themselves e'en the goddess to equal. This, then, the goddess perceiving, Froxvned, and the priests stern, with warui S ll gb And penance tasks, sought to reform them, And turn their eyes to the parchments Wfhereon was the goddess's will written. Into the temple bold en'mies Crept, spite of care of a priestess, To steal away from the goddess The hearts of her youths and her maidens. Tdleness, indolent, smiling, Lured them with antics and laughter. Wfeariness pale, and lierce illness At times seized victims unwilling, Slyest of all, most alluring, Deceiving e'en priests by his archness, Dan Cupid wrought havoc far-reaching Tn the heart of many a toiler. Stealthily, sure and compelling, 47

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memories emo Tllictures in Ibe Tfire a house party at her grandmother's beautiful, old-fashioned home in the country. That evening the other guests, includ- ing Karl Harris, Ella Bowman, jesse Hollingsworth, Esther Hubbard, and Emma Ammen had gone to a dance, but I had b HAD accepted the invitation of Ernestine Showalter to attend preferred remaining at home. The dim, mellow light af- forded hy the candles on either side of the mantle was very conducive to go straying among pleasant memories. Presently the fireplace became a stage and the glowing coals and bright flames became my schoolmates playing now life games in the world or playing again the old school days. They did not come in any sensible order-those old friends of mine-but as the firelight subtilely suggested they came and as the passing of dream characters they went. First there was English Showalter, the brother of my hostess, a graduate of johns Hopkins law school. The thought of his most recent and successful speech recalled the time of his yesterdays, when he brought honor to the Roanoke High School as well as to himself by his speech at South Boston. One stick on the hre which had not been burning suddenly flared up, with the brightening fire came the name of Sara Masinter-the inspirer of the Class of 1914. Sara had an ardent co-worker in Myra XN7oolwine, whose great- est talent, however, lay in an entirely different direction, for it was flirting. Suddenly I saw in the fire the scene of the last wedding I had attended. It was that of Elsie Rau and DeLos Thomas. just as the notes of CHannahj Mendelsohnfs wedding march, rendered by the accomplished pianist, Ethel Manuel, died away, and the officiating minister, Ernest Smith, was ready to begin the ceremony, the solemn stillness was abruptly broken by a giggle from Hilda Gleaves, one of the bridesmaids. No one ever discovered the cause of the sudden mirth, but those who had known her of old never sought a reason for I-Iilda's giggling. During the ceremony the famous soprano, Emma Wfool- wine, sang softly a sweet old love song. There was soon to be another wed- ding in which the beautiful singer was to be the bride and the college profes- sor who had written Emma seventy-two letters by the time she was in the junior year at Roanoke High School was to be the groom. 49