Roll High School - Rollonian Yearbook (Roll, IN)

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45139 IKUIIUUUU1 '24 I FP J I Pgf I8 cl D I S s JEL T-1 F I gr Ia Q In qs 13? JEL CL ri I I ,I II sa SVI II LJ LJ I I 3 IL rag? 33 3 , 0 3. tv air-. 1? .ad .greg C1858 PIOPIICCQ' I began unwrapping it-a small oblong box which had arrived on the evening mail. Evidently it was a birthday gift, for it had arrived on the eve of my thirtieth birthday. What could it be, I wondered? It was postmarked from Tokio, Japan, but to my knowledge, I had no friends or relatives there. Then-who could it be from? At last the lid was off, and there, packed securely was an ebony casket, curiously carved and ornamented with silver. Unlocking this with a small gold key that lay beside it. there lay disclosed to view a tiny, exquisite fan. gossamer in texture and fragile of beauty. I picked it up, and upon closer observation, it appeared to be woven of spun gold. So fragile did it seem in it's delicacy of line and weave, and the careful balance and life-like quality of the objects woven into it, that I was reluctant to touch it. Seating hyself near a window of richly stained glass, I gazed and ex- amined the fan. It seemed to fascinate me into a dreamy sort of lethargy. The afterglow of the fast setting sun streamed through the window. falling upon the fan and making it seem as airy as moonlight mistg as delicate ac: thistledown! A feeling of infinite calm pervaded my spirit, caused by the ethereal like fragrance of the odor of incense, which,had permeated the room since the opening of the package. About me was silence, absolute, restful, beautiful silence. My eyes eyes seemed to become rivited upon the fan-with its beautiful life-like characters. it's Japanese symbols, and its thousand points of vivid light. Through the gold was woven every imaginable color. The lustre of the colors held in the last rays of setting sun was intense, almost dazzling to the eye. My eyes partially closed. I become lost in thought. My mind wan- dered back to my high-school days. I heard the distant singing of birds, mingled with the ripple and plash of waters. The songs of the birds ceased, the light around me grew pale and subdued. Only the gentle ripple of the water remained. The pictures on the fan seemed to change slowly, surely. into a hazy, moving procession of people. I tried to repel the lethargy which was overcoming me, but it was impossible. The figures appeared to become more distinct, more lifelike. At last they ceased moving. The iig- ures and buildings woven into the gold of the fan, took on distinct lines of character and form. The interior of a large church was opened before my gaze. Down the wide aisle passed a wedding procession, in perfect harmony with the great voice of the organ. I watched with eager interest the two people who were the cynosure of all eyes. I heard them uplift their voices in accordance with the marriage rites. The bride raised her face, and gazed towards me with joyous eyes, seeeing me not. Her eyes, full of tenderness. her very being, bespok of happiness. She was clad in white and crowned with the traditional orange-blossoms. Why did her face haunt me so? She seemed as an old friend of mine. Ah-I knew, it was no other than Helen Wolverton, one of my old class mates. I was happy in that she seemed so happy there at the altar, pledging herself to the foremost of English Statesmen, a man well known and respected in English Parliament. I was listening to the accents of a grave voice, talking in slow, measur- ed tones to a large assembly of people in the court-room of the states capi- tal. Gazing more closely, I recognized in this man in the prime of life. an- '. lk Q1 Q-5, LA -Ur' 'J I1 - I ua .Q ff -il fQ'lrjh x Lil.. was WBBQQJI IQPWTC freak I Qi 55,3 11? I, :SKI OI I 3I is F :I 21 Q 9 , Q Q ,, 55:3 2 Lfw 5354 I F I I I I I I I I L . E 5 I 5 4 If 9 S I UI ggi I I I J at sg ss Q

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Q QUJP IBUIIUIUHI1 ,24 kd 1 6 S55 ig? it Et 3 8 'Cr G' age its EF CLASS POEM if Farewell 8 S BEL Of all the years of school life, gh The one I hold most dear Is the senior year of High School, TF That we soon shall finish here. Q 'l I i With all its joys and pleasures, l 1 And with teachers kind and true, Do you wonder why, dear schoolmates, 1 We regret to part with you? Altho we're sad at heart, That we must say farewell, Of the joys that We have had No tongue can ever tell. But since the time is near at hand For us to part With you , w We'll say good-bye to one and all , , Q Some other task to do. Q - -Harry Dutro. 1 5 if 55? 4? lt! ,, ri. Qtr ' H ., 1' -1 , V v is-.5 , Q ? ther Mart ? i tiwffe' 3

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