Shields High School - Patriot Yearbook (Seymour, IN)

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t)usk VEVA PAUL c LOUDS SCURRY fast across the sky And silent dusk all unawares Creeps close upon the heels of day And for the night prepares. The wind slips back into the sky And leaves the earth in waning light — ; Then faint and few the stars appear Meek heralds of the night. Then in this hour of restfulness Pause, busy World, in sweet content And let your soul, tired from its toil, In calm of dusk be blent. OOSO0 [Page Twenty-two

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By this time, not at all repulsed by this dignity, he had climbed down, and was standing beside me. Really you know, he said, that was an awful dejected attitude I found you in just now. What ' s the trouble? Can ' t I help you? I opened my lips to utter an indignant refusal, when his frank smile in- spired my confidence and I found myself detailing mj predicament to him; It ' s all because of my miserable pride, I ended, Now he ' ll openly de- clare that he never saw me before, and I ' ll be disgraced for life. Oh, come now, it ' s not so bad as all that, he tried to reassure me. It mil come out all right. He laughed lightl} ' as if he enjoyed it as a huge joke. Astonished at the levity with which he had treated my confidence, I scrambled to my feet and started off paying no attention to his, Oh, I say, don ' t hurry off like that. Country clod, I muttered to myself. I was more determined than ever not to fail. Then an idea struck me. I ' d hurry back and find Dick Gordon, whatever he looked like, and tell him all about it before the others came down. But what if he should have no more un derstanding than the boy in the woods ? Glancing at my watch, I saw that it was now too late for this plan. The others would be downstairs, and here I was not even dressed. Somehow I reached my room and quickly put on Katherine ' s pink taffeta dress. I went to the door, opened it and stepped out, then closed it softly. At the top of the stairs, I paused, trembling. What should I do when I got downstairs? Suddenly I heard Laura ' s laugh. How the sound grated on my ears! Throwing back my head, I descended the stairs with the same feeling the French nobility must have felt when walking to the giiillotine. Mrs. Jameson met me at the foot of the stairs and led me to the group of guests, murmuring introductions: Miss Marlowe, Miss Linden, Mr. Calvin, Mr. Harrison and of course, dear, you know Dick. At that both of my h ands were seized and I heard a masculine voice utter- ing a most cordial I should say she does know Dick. Dazed, I glanced up and saw standing before me, my acquaintance of the wood. A sudden rush of understanding came to me. You , I burst forth. At your service, he said, smiling down at me. Page Twenty-one]

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FAE PATRICK TO A STUDENT of history no truth seems more impressive than the fact that every great wave of progress, in any nation or country has been preceeded by one of uncertainty, of unrest, and often-times of war. Yet out of the chaos of war, out of the darkness of distrust and doubt, have come periods in which the light of a new civilization has re- vealed truth more fully and has shown the way to a richer and higher life. Out of the French Revolution, with all of its cruelty and bloodshed, was inaugurated a force that is leading more and more to the emancipation of all nations. It is true that at first it brought oppression, and immediate re- sults, which for a time, made it seem as if the horrors of the Revolution had been in vain. But as time passed on, there was gradually spread over Europe the soil of Revolutionary France and from that time to this, the watchword of the Revolution, Liberty, Equality, and Fraternity, has been gradually per meating the atmosphere of continental Europe. Event after event has shown its potent influence, until today, the French Revolution stands justified in the light of its results. Today the nations of the world are again involved in a maelstrom of war, a war so widespread, so awful in its destruction that we can scarcely realize that it can be the expression of civilization of the twentieth century. Yet it may be that through this war, horrible though it is, there may come to us and other peoples, the regenerating forces of new ideals, and it may become the prelude of a liberty, wide and vital. In the seeming chaos of the world today there are indications that we are standing on the threshold of a new era. Even now the master mind is beginning to reveal through the tangled threads of events the suggestive beginnings of a new order, an order of in- creased understanding and of broader and deeper sympathy. In his Tale of Two Cities Dickens gives a wonderfully realistic descrip- tion of Europe prior to the terrific upheaval of the French Revolution. The same description might be used in characterizing the world today. It is the best of times, and the worst of times, it is an age of wisdom, it is an age of foolishness, it is a season of light, it is a season of darkness, it is the spring of Page Twenty-three]