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

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ifie I hirlvcn The LANTERN SUPAVA ' episodp: Ncxl slop-— 72ncl Street! The man in the brown fedora moves his lips in uidil)ly as he frowns at the evening paper whicli (Hiivers slightly as the wheels of the train continue their monotonous drone beneath him -- -- American Can goes up— U.S. Steel goes down. hair o[)ening nears— Whalen prepares the town. hjiro|)e’s tension grow ' s— News from war-torn Spain. I our more people die--as car collides with Iraifi. Across the aisle, ihe girl in the tight green suit chews rhythmically on her gum as the toe of her sandal-clad loot pulsates noiselessly on the floor — — Stop al Smith s lor meat. Buy soap at the store. Call up Sadie Jones- lor manicure at lour. Two long days ahead— til picnic trip on Sunday. Bay check gone already house rent due on Monday. 1 w ' o seats down, a man slumps dejectedly in his seat. I lis arms, folded, rest on his chest and the lhr( ' adhare elbows ol his coat allow the sleeves ol his shirt to appear faintly. I lis eyes remain fixed on the floor, motionless. exce[)t when they follow the I eel ol lelhnv passengers w ho j)ass in front ol him Yesterday— th( ' day IxJore— Same as today. Walk the streets— ' U|) and dow ' n— Same old w ' ay. Got to get a job— Children ru ' ed more food. No Work— No )rk — I la Appearance too crude? ? ? Slow ly yet evenly, the wJieels ol the train decrease their FJionotonous drone until finally the drone (X‘ases com|)let(Jy. The man in the brown ledora folds his paper, sli|)s it into his coat pocket and A ' alks with striding stc ' ps toward the door ol the .sul )-w ' ay and out. I he girl in the tight green suit rises from Ikt .seal with ellortless zest and still ch( ' v ’ir)g her gum tastily she w ' alks w ' ith spirited steps through the door and on to the platform outside. I h( ' man in the coat with the threadbare sleeves sighs Ix ' avily as he drags himsell w ' earily through the (ar. I lis leet, whic ' h drag behind him, make a soft scull ling noise and not until the door ol the subway clangs shut does that scull ling sound become in- audible. Slowly, the wheels ol the train once again start lh( ' ir monotonous drone. Next stop— 9t)th Street! — Pen ( rilcliloiv, 59. I W ' Ol’IJ) MISS SO MANY T1 IINC S I would so loany things: oiir eyes, your shining hair, Mnsie (liij)|)ing Iroin a piano, ((niet inarhie. ( »reen leaves, gleaming after rain. Ihe lavender and lare ol lilacs soltly hlown, I he still delight anrl j)eace your j)resenre brings. 1 wonid miss .so many things . . — n ( ondon, 11. GOOD-BYE. SENIORS Ihe time has come again for us to bid larew ell to the Senior class. It seems such a short wTile ago that the 1957 juniors proudly took their place as 1958 Seniors. Since they have occupied that place, we have come to the conclusion that there has never been a more enjoyable or more enterprising (’lass. This last two months ol school are the hap- piest, the proudest, and the saddest of all. I Ia[)py, principally for the Seniors, because they are stepping from high school to take their place in colleges and universities, in order to complete their education, and usually to find a suitable vocation. They are looking forward to a bright future. Proudest because the Rcwvland 1 lall graduating class is something parents and teachers alike are proud of. Saddest because it is always sad to say goodbye to a group ol girls you have worked and played. w ' ilh all year, and w ' hom you have come to admire and like. Its going to be very hard to forget Libby’s charming i)ersonality. Kirt ' s lively w’it, Nancy Pelt’s poise. Prances’ pleasing smile. Patsy Clarke’s goexi s|:)ortsmanship. Dunie s infectious laugh, Maybelle s winning agreeableness. Ik ' tty A an Cott ' s incredible smartness and high averages, Joan’s striking red hair, Jeanne llngelmann s puns. lYn s w onderful ability as president ol the student body and also her inim- itable style ol trucking, Jean McClanahan s ix ' rfect posture, Pxlna Pae s petiteness. Jackie s dignity. Denise’s ycxleling, Margo’s keen sense of fun. Let’s give them a wonderful send-off. aixl w ' ish them all the luck in the world in whatever field they may choose. Let’s also add a little P.S. to have them come back and visit us as much and as ol ten as possible. Good-bye, Seniors.

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Tu ' vlvv The LANTERN TMli TRAGEDY OF SANS SOUCI ll was during the time of the French rule over I laiti v hen Maninene and Jonanam were the slaves of M. Acquin. M. Acquin was the owner of a lar e coffee plantation in Haiti. Man inene and Jonanam liv ed in a small hut with their five- year-old son, Barakin. During the long day Barakin played in the forest ' o( tall palms. But while he played, his parents were working in the coffee fields. One night as they -were sitting by their hut listening to the voodoo drums they heard a shot ring out in the dark night. Then someone ran across the fields and coming up to them said. ou are free. We have killed your master and we will kill all the Frenchmen in I laiti until we are our ow n masters.” Barakin didn t know wJiat it meant so he sat still, w aiting lor his parents to speak. Maninene was the first to speak. In deep tones he muttered, 1 don’ know what se mean. Is w ' c free? I le said so hut 1 can t believe it. Free, after all dese years slaving away in dat ol man s fields. Then jonanam spoke. “Barakin, we’se free! Your [)appy an’ you an’ me is free! Think oh dat! hree to lie around ' all de da ' an’ neber have to work agin. ” That didn t mean much to Ixirakin hut to his parents it meant eternal rest. Nine months later a big black man came running through the clearing and up to the hut. “Is there Maninene, an his wile, an his chil here. he demanded in a loud voice. Maninene went up to him and said. Why lor do you want to know. “Because I lis Majesty, the llmperor, wants lo sec you. “Why for does h( ' want to see us and who is 1 lis Majesty, the Fmperor. ' “I laven t you heard the new s. All the brench- men are gone and we have made Christo[jhe our ruler. Now come with me and see 1 lis Majesty. So that was how they came to go to the half fin- ished palace. Sans Souci. When they saw it they were frightened by its magnificence, l ' d into a large room filled with ex-slaves in long gowns and stiff collars, they saw at the end of the room on a superb throne, Christophe. He w ' as dressed in all the pomp and glory of all the ages. “Who arc these slaves w ' ho dare enter the court of Christophe? ” he demanded. The slave that had taken them there answered, “This is Maninene, his wife, an’ his son.’ “Ah yes,” said the great Christophe. “I sent lor you to confer on you the title ol the Duke dc Marmelade, the Duchess de Marmelade, and Lord Marmelade. Now ' follow Tojo here and he will give you each some new clothes. ’ But, Y our Majesty, why are ' ou gi ing these names to us? ” Because you worked so hard for ' our late master. Now ' follow ' Tojo. ” For three days they lived like kings in Sans Souci, living on the best of food and sleeping on beds as soft as down. But on the third day as they w ere entering the court they saw ' that Christo|)he wasn’t there. They hurried to the Count of lemonade, w ' ho had become one of their closest friends in the short time they had been there, and asked, “Where am our ruler. Christo[)he. ” 1 le is in the church praying for a [)riest he done killed. I le’ll he here soon. ” just at that moment a cry rang through the palace. De king!’ yelled someone as they all ran into the church. The king, it seems, had had a heart attack from fear and it lelt his legs paralyzed. De king can t move his legs,” cried Lemonade. “Oh. me! We II have to go back to our little hut. groaned Maninene. A lew days later as Maninene and jonanam w ' ere nutting Barakin in bed they heard a large crowd outside the palace. A knock came at the door aiid Lemonade hurried lo them saying. “The people have all heard about I lis Majesty and they have all come to see him. They will probably kill him because they think he is bewitched and we had better get out while we can. By this time the great doors in the hall had lallen and in the middle ol all the noise they heard a shot. De king has done killed hissell, cried someone. Ihcy had to go back to their hut alter that bul alter a lew days living there again they lound that th( ' y were much happier than they had even Ix ' en at Sans Souci. II yon go to tluMr hut now F)arakin will take you high up the mountain to Christot)he’s Citadel and show you his grave. And if you a.sk him. Barakin will take you to the graves ol Nlaninene and jonanam. lar in th( ' cool, dark forest. — ' l ilsy Pomeroy, 4 ' 5.

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The LANTERN ROTISSERIE INN Italian-French Restaurant F. Capiiolo and C. Rinetti Wasatch 2743 323 South Main Buy AssocialecI IHying ‘ yV ’ GASOLINE Associated Oil Distributing Company ( ' laki ncl I amdi kolk, l rvs ' ulviU NEVADA UTAH STANDARD OPTICAL CO. Branches in Provo, Price, Ogden, Logan, and Idaho Falls GLASSES ON CREDIT 267 South Main Salt Lake City KEYSER REALTY CO. REAL ESTATE Walker Bank Building LIGNELL AND GILL Ciunera Pori rails 22 North State Street Courtesy PARAMOUNT THEATRE WATCH STOPPED? Take It To PARKS 25 West South Temple Vfijir A oiit y Ihtcit If ) oil Arc Salisfirtl Phone Hyland 65 REGAL CLEANING DYEING CO. Main Office and Plant: 444 E. 2nd So. CARDS AND ST ATIONERY AT PEMBROKE ' S 24 East Broadway E. B. WICKS CO. Salt iMke’s Oldest Realtor Real Estate Loans Corner State Street and 1st South Compliments W. H. BINTZ CO. Karen-Thompson Qlothes of Distinction SL ' MMi-:R TIME I )uriiijj[ tlie summer everyone, whelher he will remain al home or will Iravel lo distant places, will he on the market for sports equipment and a new wardrobe. T he sports enthus- iasts will not he disappointed il they look at either Spaldiny-W estern Arms or the I lolfmati 1 lardware and Sport- in C mods Co. As for clothes, just j. ' o lo any of the clothing stores which you .see advertised in this section, and you arc sure to find ensemhles which will thrill the feminine vanity and also the male eyes. W hatcvcr you do and wherever you go you will want to rc( ' all the good times you have IukI. and in orfler to refresh your memory, you shoidd lake sna()shols. C arners and kodak equipment can he had at the h.aslman Kodak Co. Surely you shoidd he able to find anything you want at one of our advertisers. — Business A unuf er. N 13 Dislinclivo WorL Hyland 190 Brigham Street Pharmacy w lifrr Qtidlily Counts Corner E Street and South Temple Wasatch 956 Wasatch 957 VISIT Artbur Frank ' -vcliisiit Women s DeimrtmenI COATS AND SPORTSWEAR FOR ALL OCCASIONS 208-210 South Main UTAH FIRE CLAY CO. Building Brick Salt Lake City Preferred Because of Quality ARDEN MILK Phone Wasatch 80 I )islinclioti ( hiimrallclcd jLkff- %0 CAST SOUTH T01PU