Rowland Hall Saint Mark's - Hallmark / Lantern Yearbook (Salt Lake City, UT)

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M k, V55 I. . .-•••v ' . •• ■••• ,• ■ . ntiff . „ . Kz.s A ▼r nr «f ••- :»ll r . r - . «■ • ' e — —■ “ «f jf ii r .(4 i Y y?y N »S V i sf Smile H E had learned the value of smiling. When he was just a kid, forced to sell papers on a corner of the “Big City ’ a man had come up to him, a man with a jovial face. He had said, “Smile, boy,” and Tad had grinned at the very absurdity of the request forgetting for a moment his little empty stomach. The man had said, “Good.” He gave him fifty cents. Even now, as a tried and proved soldier, soaking in the muddy trench of France, he could call up vividly the ecstacy with which he had eaten “something decent” — all he wanted — for the first time in a year. He smiled hungrily at the remembrance. He wouldn ' t mind having that satisfaction right now, after a breakfast of hard tack and a miorning of drizzle and schrapnel fire. A companion, seeing his smile, moved closer and observed, “Don’t see why you’re alwuz a-grinnin’, pard, grinnin’ when Comp’ny A gets relieved ’n we stay here to rot in this hole without no breakfast, — might be in Para- dise or the other place any minute and yet you grin. What’s the use?” “Try one yourself, old man, just loosen up your face.” Just then the sergeant appeared. “Tad ’ he said, “Go out there and see if the Germans are still in that trench. And good luck,” he added in a more friendly tone. Tad was ready, and as he wormed himself forward on his belly like a snake, his eyes burned with a deep eagerness and watchfulness. Half an hour, an hour, passed without his return. The men began to cast anxious glances out into the smoke and darkness into which Tad had disappeared. He was their “luck.” Where he was, there also were jokes, however grim, and courage. Now for all they knew, he had gone West. Their anxiety was relieved by the order to attack. Well! they would show the Germans something, if they couldn’t find Tad. But they did. He was half staggering, half crawling toward their lines. As he fell, his face was contorted in an agony of pain, which yet parodied a grin. One of his fellows lifted his head gently to his knee and with clumsy, yet surely tender fingers brushed back the matted hair. The others, gathering round in spite of the hail of lead, heard him gasp, “Germans — preparing for mass,” a con- vulsive shudder, “attack. Guess — I got — mine.” With dying eyes he looked affectionately into his pals’ faces. A brave smile. The men were ashamed of the wetness under their eyes. And his invincible lips became still forever. An instant they stood; then, suddenly, they were moving forward, eyes purposeful and mouths relentless. It went hard wit hthe enemy that day. A brief, bloody struggle — and the trench was theirs. But what mattered that, bitterly thought they — some friends dead; others wounded; and their “luck.” Tad. — gone. — Helen Kevser

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JUNIOR CLASS SONG (Tune: “ Maryland, My Maryland”) Come rally round your standard bright Hail thirty, the orange and white, The burnished splendor of the sun Shall through the countless ages run, And with the broad expanse of snow Proclaim your name both high and low. Then Juniors to the call reply, And to your prowess testify. Ours it is to carry on, Ours the cloak of ' fame to don. As ever onward rolls each year, Let ring your paean loud and clear. — Geraldine I losmer Motto: Good, better, best, Never let it rest, Till the good is better. And the better, best. Flower: Pussy Willow. Symbol: Wildcat. Colors: Orange and White. Geraldine I losmer ........ President Anne Wallace Vice-President Leta Haviland Secertary-Treasurer

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GERALDINE IIOSMER IS: Impetuous HAS: Nightmares NEVER: Touches earth LETA 1 1 AVI LAND I S : Naive HAS: Troubles. NEVER: Is intolerant ANNE WALLACE IS: Sphinx-like HAS: Future possibilities NEVER: Loses her poise HELEN KEVSER IS: Consistent HAS: Ideas NEVER: Complains - 38 -