Seven Hills High School - Yearbook (Cincinnati, OH)

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Milestone Johnny reappeared and repeated his words about being brave, Marianne now had a new strength. 1 She asked for her mother and little boy and told the nurse to tell Dickie she had a wonderful Christmas present for him-a baby brother. i When Mrs. Hopkins entered Marianne's room the girl was asleep, with her baby by her side. Mrs. Hopkins stared in amazement-here before her very eyes was the Virgin and the Child. CARQL Locicwooo, '49 YV U1 1 e. Q 5 vw PRAYER Little children at the close of day Kneel at their beclsides, heads bowed, and pray. Little children in all the different lands, No matter under what skies, Raise their little hands. Does it matter if their color Be yellow, red or white? 'Tis but to only one God Their prayers do rise at night. Little children at the close of day Kneel at their bedsides, heads bowed, and pray. CHARLoTTE CRAIG, '49 ff? i

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Milestone refused even to come down stairs and look at the tree. What to do with Marianne! Of course it was a shock: and so hard on such a young girl! Marianne was only twenty-five, the poor child. Mrs. Hopkins did so want to do something to help, to ease Marianne's pain: but there was nothing to do. Mrs. Hopkins glanced at her watch and saw it was late. Her husband had gone upstairs a little while ago, and now she followed. During the night Mrs. Hopkins was awakened by Marianne's cries. They took her to the hospital, and Mrs. Hopkins stayed with her all night. When the doctor came out of Marianne's room he looked worried. While talking to Mrs. Hopkins, he tried to hide his concern, but she sensed the trouble. Mrs. Hopkins, said Dr. Baker, 'iMarianne is a very sick girl. She has lost the will to live, We are doing everything in our power to pull her through, She has to help, too. NVithout her aid, l'm not sure what will happen. We have given her some medicine and she will sleep for the better part of the day. l suggest that you go home and rest. lt has been a hard night for you. We will call if there are any further developments. Mrs. Hopkins left, confident that Marianne would get the best possible care. Marianne was dreaminge-odd, fantastic dreams. lt seemed as if she were in some cloudy, filmy place. ltQit was heaven! She saw no one: then all of a sudden a form appeared - the form of a beautiful woman, all dressed in blue. lt was the Virgin Mary. She approached Marianne and spoke to her in a low, melodius voice: she told her that she must be brave and happy. The Virgin told Marianne that she must, above all, want to live. She told her that once, long ago, she had also brought a child into the world on this very night, Marianne, in her dream, stood dumbfounded, unable to move or speak. Suddenly this vision disappeared and another one was in its place-a vision of Johnny. She ran to him, crying. She was in his arms and he was comforting her, telling her not to cry. He told her that she must be brave: that, just because he was no longer with her on earth, it did not mean he wasn't there, because he was. He was by her side, always, talking to her, helping her, and above all, loving her, Johnny said he would always be there when she needed him. He said she must be good and strong when bringing up Dickie, and, if she ever needed his help. just to call and he would be at her side. She was calm now and had stopped crying. Johnny released her and said, Remember, dearest, I am always with you. He bent and kissed her, then disappeared. Marianne ran after him, looking everywhere and calling his name, But all was in vain. Johnny was nowhere to be found. The next thing she knew, she was awakened by a nurse, and a soft, cuddly bundle laid in her arms. lt was her baby--a boy, born on Christmas Day. She was suddenly cold and afraid. Then for a second page 96

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Milestone fe . ,fm - u.s...1l. THE CLOCK There it stood. I think it had been standing in that dull, gray hallway for nearly half a century, I don't know where it came from, but ever since I had come into the house it had been there. It certainly wasn't anything to look at, with its dark walnut case with the finish a little worn off. The face had big gold numbers and a little country scene in the middle, I had heard it said that the clock had quite a historical background. During the Civil War it had contained some important papers and documents that helped in the emancipation of the slaves. We had a tunnel in our basement that was used during that time: it is boarded up now, but I can remember the time that we played there. The sharp ring of the door bell woke me from my day-dreaming, and I realized with a start that it was the man to take the clock. It was wrong to take it. Mother knew that as well as any one, but she insisted that it was just old and getting in the way. Dad was the rather indifferent type and didn't express his feeling one way or the other. Personally, I think he was a little glad to see it go. I don't know why, though. I let the moving man in, and I suppose I gave him a rather disagreeable look, but I didn't really care. He picked up the clock and bodily hauled it away. After it was gone, there was a big yawning in the space where it used to be, and I felt rather dejected. I think even father was sorry it was gone. It was about two weeks later there came a knock on the door, and I went to see who it was. Even without asking the man what he wanted, and why he had come to our house, I could tell. Father had missed it and had called the moving man to bring it back. There it was, garbed in a wooden covering-the clock, EUGENIA BAUER. '49 1 'I f 'l'l 17, - , A Wir' I My WL Ei VV lxlxx f A ul First Drawing Prize X 1 JA Jane Mclntyre, '47 page 9 8