Salina High School - Trail Yearbook (Salina, KS)

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W )t Vision From over the hills not far away Came a shadow to me one day And as I sat by the brook to dream Something seemed to leave the stream. Then I noticed a familiar look ' Twas a freshman shadow, this phantom took And, I saw how he entered, timid and gay. And longingly looked up the narrow stairway Of the Latin and German and English rule. As slowly he entered the old high school. And I watched his course thru each weary day, As he gradually strove the narrow way, Soon the freshman changed, and a sophomore Seemed to arise upon the shore. And things around seemed to look like squares. As the lad assumed geometric airs. And flashy and proud he changed again Into the form of a third year man. And the junior hoed the rocky row Of the junior prom and Cicero. And before I knew what had come to pass , Out of this busy high school mass A new form came, and soon I knew ’Twas the form of a senior the finger drew. And then I woke; my dream was past, Because of the phantoms I’d seen the last. And I looked back on the four short years, On all the joys and all the tears But I found the measure of joy was full While the measure of tears was scarce wet at all. And then I remembered how much it meant. Each and every day I had spent. Within the walls of the dear old high And with aching heart I said good-bye . — Frances Brown Twenty-three

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440f a •ay, girls, who’s going out for tennis practise?’’ asked iKittv,as, swinging her racket, she came down the steps of the sorority house with a crowd of girls. “Not very many”, said one of them. “Too much is going on. None of the girls seem to have any time. Are you going to enter the tournament next week?” “Oh, yes, ’’replied Kitty. “I’m not much in practice but per- haps I can win a few matches.” Kitty walked down to the tennis grounds of Fairmount College where the white lines of the courts shone bright in the late after- noon sun. Drawing closer she saw several girls whom she had never noticed on the courts before. They seemed to be practising with a great deal of spirit for such a warm day. One tall girl especially attracted Kitty’s attention because of her graceful way of serving the balls. At a closer view she recognized the girl as the one who always recited the best in Livy and who Kitty supposed cared for nothing but studies. The girl was Jean Monroe who was trying very hard to win a scholarship that had been offered by Oberlin College. One of the requirements for gaining the scholarship was to have a high stand- ing it: at least one of the branches of athletics. Jean’s parents could not afford to. send her away to school and, moreover, could see no reason for her wanting any more education. But because Jean was of those girls who liked to do things for herself, she was deter- mined to win this scholarship. Kitty was a pretty girl, full of life and caring only enough for studies to make a passing grade. She was very confident of winning the championship, for she thought there was no girl that could play tennis quite so well as she could. Kitty had practised the under-hand stroke until her hair was down and her arm ached, but what did tumbled hair matter when one could walk home with one of the most popular boys in the senior class, Jack Lynn? “Hello Kitty, ’’lie called. “Here, let me carry that racket; you look as if you’d been practising some! Suppose you’re going to enter the tournament.” “Yes,” laughed Kitty, “I don’t believe it will take very skill- Twenty-five