Seven Hills High School - Yearbook (Cincinnati, OH)

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IMI I Z, ZZ I? 7' C7 DY I? C7fWe passed on back into the hills and I saw a group of raiders cautiously going through the woods. Clym said it was Rogers and his famous raiders. I asked Clym what they were after now and he said they were just out on a hunting trip. I was relieved they were 1lOt out to scalp some Indians so I asked how Anne and Langdon Towne were. Clym said they were expecting a child. He said also that Rogers was now a loved and respected man. He lives happily with Elizabeth. GC Before I went any further, I told Clym I had to see his exquisite wife. He motioned me to the left and he said if we could find her it would be quite unusual. However, we traced her to a lovely home, Clym opened the door for me, and, as I walked into the room, a light struck me square in the face and I awoke. My mind was in a whirl, and I quickly resumed my former position so as to finish the dream. However, this was impossible, and I gave up all hope of ever seeing Eustacia Vye as it was one of those mornings when I had to get up and go to school. Barbara I-Ieald I 12th Grade HIGH SCHGOL PRIZE DRAWING J if 'gig a !5gl!!!h . V.: ' '-i- N 2, 5 Ann Vail E .E nam Grade 55. an QQ page 56

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9 IMI I L, IZ 53 7' C7 TV Z2 their composer had finished with them. He said they called it 'Characters Rendezvous. Then Clym proposed that I come with him and meet some of the other famous inhabitants. GC After a short walk we passed an old castle surrounded by a purple haze. I heard a cry from somewhere within. It was evidently a childs voice and I asked Clym who lived there. I-Ie told me it was the home of Romeo and Juliet, who now had five children. I said I was glad and asked if they had recovered completely from their troubles and wounds. Clym chuckled and said that they had and that when a character somes to Characters Rendezvous he is completely whole even if he lost his head or something similiar in a book. It was then that I had to ask my question, one that had been bothering me for a long time. llTell me, Clymf' I said timidly, what about you and Eustacia Vye? Clymis eyes met mine and at first I was afraid the situation was still as it had been in The Return of the Native. At the present she is somewhere over in Paris trying to get a reservation home. I looked down and there lay a heath that I was sure was Egdon Heath. I turned to look at the castle we had passed but it was no where to be seen. How is your Mother? was the only other thing I could ask. L'She's fine, she is at Wildeve's with Thomasin taking care of all our children. She and Eustacia love each other now. 'lGood, I replied. ff Next, I saw a small, homey cottage. Outside was a man, evidently tending his Victory garden. He looked hot and occasionally he would throw a nervous look toward the cottage. Then a proud face peered out the window and snapped something to the man. Yes, my dearest partner in greatnessf he answered. Noi I exclaimed. I'm sure I repeated the same thing several times until Clym finally said, That is Mr. and Mrs. Macbethf' But what became of their castle? Their friends thought it best to hold them down a bit. Even Macbeth casually remarked at our last poker game that she would probably stab him when he arrived home. Lord and Lady Macduff still watch over them. This amused me but my picture of Shakespeare's immortal Macbeth was still quite different. CIfAs we continued our journey, I saw two boys dashing from cave to cave. Behind them straggled a few others who muttered something about robbers and pirates. It didn't take me long to realize that they must be Tom Sawyer and his gang, including Huck Finn. I watched them play and nearby I could see the great Mississippi carrying trade to many river ports. I heard a horn blow and I saw a river boat from New Qrleans. There was something proud and dignihed about it. I looked toward Tom and Huck and saw them loading their raft for a trip down the river, riding the big boat's waves. Still fascinated by the music and laughter coming from the craft, I noticed a small lady with black hair waving to a man not far from her. I told Clym that I would like to see the woman, so we walked toward the boat. It was Scarlett O'l-Iara. All my muscles began to twitch with excitement. I could not believe my eyes. At the moment she was talking to two men and a pale young woman. I gathered that they were Rhett Butler and Ashley and Melanie Wilkes. I was right, Clym informed me, and he said Scarlett and Rhett were very happy together now. I asked about Ashley and Melanie and his reply was the same. It was comforting to know that Scarlett had won Rhett again but as I watched I noticed a few of her glances were given to Ashley and he accepted them with shyness. page 55

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111' I lL I? iS 7' CD PJ if HIGH SCHCCL PRIZE STORY THE MEADOW Cf Christopher stood on the edge of the meadow, and looked about him with interest. He had never been there so early in the morning. The wet grass was cool and pleasing to his bare feet, and the wind, which reddened his cheeks and rumpled his dark hair, was fresh and smelled of the woods. A stray sunbeam drifted through the tall oaks and danced on a patch of grass. Christopher watched, fascinated, as a mother rabbit herded her babies to that spot. Suddenly she noticed Christopher and stopped. The boy was very excited, a wild rabbit had never come so close to him, and the experience gave him an exuberance, a kind of peace he had never known. He wanted to take the rabbit in his hands, and protect her from the world. Tears came to his eyes, he was afraid she would run away, and he wanted her to stay so desperately that his whole soul seemed to shout: Stay here, please stay here. Christopher stared at the rabbit, and she in turn watched him intently with her tiny, beadlike eyes. He noticed the funny way her nose wrinkled as she sniffed the air and the uncertain way she held up her right forepaw, prepared to run. He held his breath, waiting and hoping. Suddenly she turned to her babies: she seemed to say to them He will not hurt usn, and then, with a playful leap into midair, she began a game of tag. Round and round she ran, and her babies after her, all of them had forgotten Christopher. He knew this, and yet he was happy. The rabbit had accepted his presence on the meadow, she trusted him, and indeed, Christopher felt as if he belonged there. GCA quail whistled from the woods on the other side of the meadow, and Christopher whistled in answer, an urgent, pleading ubobfwhiteu. L'Please , a voice cried within him, please answer me . After a moment a shrill, clear Hbobfwhiteu resounded over the hill. Christopher was happier now. The rabbit has accepted him, and the quail. Perhaps , Christopher dared to hope, she thought I was another bobfwhitef' flfI'Ie lay on his back, with his arms under his head, and stared at the bright blue sky, painted with pink and white clouds. Christopher saw The Golden Hindi' sailing through the sky, her sails were gold and her masts were silver, she sailed on a blue sea, and a ball of sanguine Ere appeared over her prow. Her hold was filled with rich materials, and gold bars stolen from the greedy Spaniards. Christopher could even discern Sir Francis himself at the helm, sailing his ship safely through the deep Atlantic. Nearby he saw D'Artagnan and Aramie, riding with Athos and Porthos against the English. Christopher had never seen a pirate ship, except in books, and he had never seen a battlew he was too young for that-he had never had a real adventure all to himself, and so he pretended that the adventure of these heroes were his own. He saw King Arthur go riding by, and just for a moment Christopher closed his eyes, and played that it was he who rode beside the lovely Guinevere. fifThe picture faded, and Christopher opened his eyes. The clouds were still there, but he no longer saw them. He watched a lark soar higher and higher toward the sun, singing in its flight, and Christopher wished that he might be the lark, and fly high and free above the world. And then, as he watched, an eagle swooped down on the lark, his large wings covered the small bird from sight, the song ceased, and then only one of them flew away. page 57