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

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fV f C l-.ifllll The LANTERN WIND IN MY HAIR I really liacln L known Kim lor such a lon Lime — - only three months. I remember the first time we met. It w;as in the rain. I had been caught in town with no coat and w as hurraing to get to a shelter when — ' there he V ' as. standing over me. Perhaps I shouldn t have accepted when he of fered me half his umbrella, but I noticed how the sun had bleached his light hair and tanned his lean muscular hands and I couldn t refuse. And then too. there was a cold wmd and it was chilly to be out long without a coat and so 1 let him walk home with me. The rain had not ceased when we reached m ' gate, but the sun that was sneakingly trying (o creep from behind the clouds could not compare with the sun that was in my heart. The bushes had that shining greenness which alw ays comes w ' ith the rain and the air w ' as filled with a fragrant, acrid odor that almost made me diz y, as he asked if he might see me again. It was the rain that made me so strangely light and happy. 1 he rain always made me lhat way! And the wind! Of course it was I he w ind. So you see that s how ' w e met. I hat s how we fell in love. Yes, w e w ' ere in love. We didn t know ' it at lirst. but alter w ' e met again. I suddenly realized that I was only happ ’ with him. and that w ' hen he went aw ' ay. I lelt strangeb ' downcast. I can still remember those days togetlier. I low ' could I forget those walks in tbe country, when we walked hand-in-hand down a dusty lane, never speakifig lor hours, just content to I)e near each other! I le always loved to watch the sunlight silt- ing dow ' n through the arched trees and hear the (|uiet whisper ol the wind through them. Ws, those were ha|)j)y days, days before we thought ol our marriage ' , days before w ' c thought ol any coming disaster. My lo ’( ' r was a flyer. This I act seemed so ro- mantic. .so thrilling to me. I loved the tales hc ' told !))( ' ol (he air and of how ' he sj)enl those hours up in (he blue with no companions except the clouds — ' and the wind. Then his flying became a thing to keep us a[)art. and I grew to hate the hours I spc ' iit alone, as women have sifice time began waiting — waiting lor their lovers to return. And (hen, at last, one day the blow fell. A special I light was to be made across the mountains to a strandc ' d community, far in the interior, carrying food to the stricken people, lie was to pilot the plane. I should have been proud and hap|)y that ihc ' man I loved was to do this deed of mercy, but somehow a lorel)oding fear clutched my heart when I hoard ol it. The trip was terribly dangerous. I he w ay led over snow-covered mountains and sharp, razor-like peaks. Any trouble over thorn meant death lor any flyer. But an experienced pilot could take the su|)plies through! And he was an ex- perienced flier — ' the very best. Everyone had said he was, but somehow’ the cold fear never left my heart. I went out to the airport with him and w ' atched him leave. I le kissed me goodbye and laughingly promi.sed to marry me right off w hen he returned. When he returned! If he returned! I le waved his hand to me as the motor roared and the jdane rose into the w ' ind. I he day w ' as cold and the steely clouds soon sucked the [)lane into thc ' ir midst. A few ' gray flakes ol snow’ Ix ' gan to fall. I hey fell on my u[)turned face, and they were wet and cold. The wind l)lew through my hair. — Pu Condon, II. MY I’AlJJNd STAR I was iiplionic ky the .strong wings ol despair, A late of loneliness not iinliLe hell helore me. And in the misty darfness alone with my thoughts I saw only one path fitting my anguish. I was steadily drawn cleeper hy an unknown power Tose great magnitude made me cry out in terror But it held me in its grasj) like ((uicksand ( hoking the little hope I had within me. Swiltly. dizzily I was swc|)t into the unknown, I he mournlul strain ol the I ' Jegy in my cars. I he hitter tears ol self j)ity still upon my lace I lad once heeti warm; were now Irozen in their |)la( ' e. I hen suddenly I saw right hcfo.e my eyes A sj)ark ol heaven shoot across the sky Shattering the gloom for a split second. Showing a speck of heaven I had long lorgotten. A star, like a tiny j)ehhlc Irom paradise. I ().ssed Irom an existence ol the pure and holy lo the dark long roadway ol sinners I Ringing its mission into the world. In the lilthy stench ol my misery and grief It alo ie was fresh, clean and |)ure And in that one .second I reveled in my long awaited Ireedom Like a prisoner r)cwly released to the sun. I he way grew easier as upward I rose I ' or some hand seemed to help fue along, t he dark wings ol desj air which I d worn so long i ow turned white as the light ol hope shone, I he world was translormed at last l or I .saw my way c lear and straight 1 he mist had lilted, the world was bright. 1 hat heavenly star 1 II always hless. Mary Barbara Pcncllelon, ‘12. Jin iilFmuriajn I )ii:i) Ma y, IOth. 1050 illi I lie pas.sing of Mrs, . 1 . t ' . Barnl)eryer goe.s one of llic nK)sl i)elov(?(l iiliininae ol Rowland Nall. Mrs. Batiil)erg( ' r was one of llie fir.sl pupils lo enroll in lliis W.I100I and since llial day slie lia.s been a never falling friend and deeply inlere. ' iled sharer in our .school affair.s. I he memory of her heautiful life will always he an inspiruLion lo sludenls of Rowland I lall.

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The LANTERN Svrvfi SPORTS COLUMN Sad bill true, ibis year’s Senior class is carrying a a ' some ol ibe school’s backbone in sports ac- tivities. 1 low can we ever forget hdna Fc c as that extra super basketball player? W ' itbout her springy lorwarcl tactics the Senior team would have lost many i)oints. Fen is one ol those girls with an ability to excel at almost any sport. 1 ler skiing is simply A No. 1 and she has set the school record ol l on the high jump. I atsy Clarke, our able A. A. president this year, will soon graduate. Wc want to congratulate her on her successful year as president of our s[)orts organization and hope that next yc ar her ideas and enthusiasm wi 11 be con- linued. The A. A. elected its new ollicers lor the next year. Ix)uise Wringer was elected President and w’c hope that everyone will stand shoulder to shoulder and be In her out as much as possible. It is only the stucfents cooperation that can make the Athletic Association succeed and no one [person can lx res[)onsiblc for putting pep and enthusiasm into the school. I bis year a new ' idea has been presented through Miss Talbott. That is the idea of a posture contest. The linals were held on May 1 but the winner will not ))e announced until commencement. A shining gold cup is to be engraved w ith the w inner s name. 1 be tennis lournament has been rather slow in starling this ’ear so the matches are not very lar advanced. Wnl from the bard bitting material that we have seen banging across the court it seems that the linals will be played in a blaze of glory. It’s amazing bow ' well some of the bresbmen and So[)b- omores can carry the ball l)ack and forth across ibe net. Ginny I lutebinson. Margaret Bootbby and Bar ' an Cott are surely uj and coming tennis players and we exi)ect to see them go far in ibis tennis tournament. The final wind up of the sports ibis year will be the annual A. A. picnic. The exact [)lace for this picnic to be given has not been decided upon. This picnic is purely a sports aflair with lots ol sports represented. It is at the [)icnic that the tennis linals are j)layed off. Before lunch il there is a swimming pool bandy the girls usually take ad- vantage of it. Then comes a delightful lunch ol some sort (bat is usually a sur|)rise. We hope this picnic will be the best ever and a fine send oil lor our graduating Seniors. — ' S or s lldilor. MY SANCTLARY I .‘soiirKi rcj)ose in my secret kearl And I fled there wilh hilter tears I ' or someone had wounded me wilh a dart Tipped wilh careless jeers. — A dry B(irh(irct Pcudloloti, 12.

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The LANTERN P(UU‘ iiu ' ON A IMJNl) DATE I low excilccl you arc! Your first IWii! A l)lincl (laic — ' bill N’bo cares f low many stories have ’ou read where ibe heroine meets her drue ' love as a blind date? Your heart skips a heat. Perhaps, il you look your best, the same thin w ' ill happen to you. With such inspired hope, you don your new dress over your new’ly coiffed hair (which you think is exlremely flattering? hut which does nothing at all 10 the hoys heart) and vainly parade im and down Ix ' lore the mirror. After this promenading goes on lor a w hile, you re so used to seeing yourself that in your mind s eye you have taken at least three inches 011 your hips. You put on and take off )’our formula expressions w hich are sup[)osed to he inf a llible. he only trouble is - w ' hat do you do w ' hen you ve used them all! At last he has come. You make what you hope is a dramatic entry down the stej)s, hut unfortunately some sarcastic remark comes from one of your parents and ’ou finish your descent in a thoroughly humble manner. ou are introduced to the new ' sw ' ain and ' ou turn on Smile No. 1 w ' hich should (dways he used just as you meet him. It is startlingly brilliant, showing all your gums, and he is rather taken aback. I low ' cver, you proceed gallantly, talk- ing about the w ' cather. etc., which even bores you. All this time the dillerent smiles are appearing. The hoy reacts to these in much the same way as you look at a large number of j rools, one after another, wondering how ' you could muster up such a lot of terrible exj rcssions. Al last you arrive at the dance. I le takes your wrap and you hc ' gin to formulate the rest of your cam|)aign. Ah — ) ' ou have it! Talk to him about himself. (You have heard that all men are egotists.) With the interested, slightly curious smile No. 4a, you ask him sweetly w hat he is going to he. what sport he likes best and everything else about him.sell. I he poor hoy thinks you ve probably got a yen lor sleuthing .so he humours you. You arc terrifically bored hi cause you d much rather talk about yourself. I)ut alter all, il this is how ' the other girls get the hoys, you guess you can do it too. I ime goes on. ou have completely exhausted your luncl ol conversation and are now again hack al the weather. ou have not said a witty thing all evening. (Of course, afterwards you think of the most subtle, charming things to say). The sen- tence “Shall w ' e have some punch ’ is getting a little monotonous. P)) ' this time you leel practical!} ' w ' aterlogged. our leet hurt and your hair is coming down. The smiles hnve all become merged into one set .smirk which answers the |)urpose lor every- thing. Mona Lisa couldn t have done worse. At last comes the end. ou say, A lovel} ' party — simply grand’’ to your hostess and your partner double talks in an amazing w ' ay. Tie takes you home -- you in one corner — he in another, and you are still talking about the w ' eather. Me escorts you to the door and }’ou thank each other sw ' eetly -- you frightfully profuse and even summoning } ' our goodnight smile No. 6 -- he rather tiredly. You enter the house and say what a simply wonderful time you had and wTat a darling boy. You never see him again. — Patsy Clarke. 59. ALUMNAE COf.UMN A hit sadly I write my last Alumnae Column lor the Lantern. It has been so much fun w ' orking on tlie staff that 1 think it appropriate to w ' rite about the five last Editors-in-chief of the Lantern. Marie Pximherger, 55. after spending tw ' o years at Stanford and a } ' ear at assar, traveled exten- sively for a year in Europe. Marie returned home last March, and is now ' at her home in Cottonwood. l)arhara liintz. 56, is a Junior at Stanford and a member ol the l i P)eta Phi Sorority. Marijane Pelts,. ’57. attended Northwestern Uni- versity last year and is going to the University ol Utah this year. .Jac(fuelynne Kittle. ’58. has spent her first year ol coljege life at Bradford. She has l een leading a gay lile going to New York and Boston for her week- ends and holidays. Anne Kirtley, w ' ho deserves a great deal ol crc ' dit lor her faithful work as hMitor-in-chief tliis year, will remain at home for her first } ' ear ol college and attend the University ol Utah. — Aliinniae Ldilor. EXCl lANGE COLUMN Mter spending several delightful hours reading magazines sent to us by a lew ' of our sister schools, your exchan ge editor wishes to compliment certain j;aj)ers on articles ol special interest to her. In looking at “The Abbot Courant.” Irom tfu ' Abbot Academy, I found that they had made a .school calendar with all school events tabulated in a verv concise and interesting form. The Kent LI ace School reports in their paper. Cargoes, an unusual number of theatrical produc- tions. In looking through 1 he Stephens Standard,’’ I line! that among the students there are some very capable writers and many ver} ' attractive girls. The Lantern Staff hopes to add more papers to its exchange list next year and also to continue exchanges wi th the ones of this year. — Exchange Editor.