Soldan High School - Scrip Yearbook (St Louis, MO)

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4 JESSICA: QFrom the window, to which she had moved during the conversa tion., There's a man coming up the road, now. I can't make out who it is for the darkness. MAUD: CEagerly going to the window.J Is it father? Oh, nog it's only Mr. Burrows on his way home. My, that wind must be strong. He can hardly make headway against it. fThey turn away from the window., I'm so worried about father. JESSICA: Maud, look at Tabby. What do you suppose makes her run around like that? See, she's clawing at the door, now. MAUD: I've heard it said that cats can sense danger or calamity ap- proaching. Do you suppose-but it can't be. Oh, God, don't let anything happen to father! BOBBIE: Oh, mother, look at those things flying by. CThe mother and daughters rush to the windowj M O T HE R: It's a tornado! There's the funnel-It has struck the J ohnson's house. May heaven help them now! MAUD: Mother, lookg it's father coming through all that storm and flying trees and ironbits. Father! Oh! CShe screams at what she sees, and fain ts from horror., JESSICA: It struck him! The board. It struck him. Mother! Mother, don't go. fBut Jessica is too late to stop her. She flies to the door. The lights go out. There is utter darkness. A scream, a terrible crash, another scream. A voice moansj O, father, your birthday. fAnother cry.J ' Mother! Lost, all lost! CA sobj then only the sound of the pitiless stormj -Alexander Hieken, Drama Class. Rain gif..-1.335 RIZZLE fig Soft, black A sable mantle ' gf' 9 . The night descends il-is, Murky silhouettes. The noises of the streets Muffled by this mammoth blanket, I wonder why? The continuous weeping, The crowd never going to bed The same day they get up. The steady weeping, Blurred lights- Like ideals- - Rain. -Ted Young,' 7. 10

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re - ik- ei,-me -is ref: ef' - f a va The Birthday Party CH ARA C TERS The MOTHER MAUD 1- e JESSICA, her daughters BOBBIE-A son, aged nine Scene: Large kitchen of a cottage in a southern Illinois town. Evening of a cloudy March day. The sun's setting has been obscured by a drifting of black clouds in the west. Inside the cottage the table has been set as for a festive occasion and the mother, her small son, and two daughters are settled into expectant attitudes. Tabby dozes on the hearth. J ESSI CA: Won't father be surprised? He forgot all about today's being his birthday: but just wait till he gets home and sees all the e good things waiting for him. Did you End his slippers, Maud? MOTHER: I found them, Jessie. They were under the easy chair. J ESSI CA: I can hardly wait till father comes home. I hope he isnit late. Maud, what's the matter? MAUD: Oh, it's nothing, Jess. Last night I dreamed that a great black bird had shut out the sun-but I won't spoil the evening with my dismal dreams. I've been foolish to let myself think about it. MOTHER: Do you know, I've felt a little uneasiness myself, dear. I suppose it's just the weather. BOBBIE: Mother, I'm hungry. MOTHER: Be patient, dear. Father will be home very soon, now. CShe picks up the Bible and turns the pages slowly, reading bits ot' it to herself :J ' 'The Lord giveth, and the Lord taketh away- MAUD: CMoving nervously in her chair., O, don't, mother. fMeanwhile, Bobbie has gone to the windowj BOBBIE: What makes the sky so black over there, mother? MOTHER: fWithout looking up.D Where, dear? BOBBIE: Over that way. CHe points to the Westj MOTHER: Oh, I suppose-Why, Maud, how nervous you are tonight. Is something troubling you'? MAUD: No. Oh,-no, it's nothing. What do you suppose is keeping father? JESSICA: Maybe the books didn't balance and he stayed to find the error. MOTHER: I think that's the reason. fShe rises and walks over to the table. She straightens an imag- inary wrinkle out of the cloth: then goes back to her seat., BOBBIE: Mother, can't I have a piece of bread and butter till daddy gets home? MOTHER: Yes, dear. Jessie, won't you give him a piece? Just listen to that wind. There must be a storm coming. MAUD: Brrrl It makes one shiver just to hear it. I hope father gets home before the storm breaks. 15

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2 Elsa? 2' as T er' Chaucer in Modern Verse HEN April with his showers light The drought of March had put to aight, ' And bathed every vein in that moisture Of which power is bred in the flowery When Zephirus warm with his sweet breath S l, 1 is if 'V n' ' ' i ' J' -'S'--.-,.-I Q - 1 Inspired hath in every wood and heath The tender shoots, and the young sun Hath in the Ram his course half run, And little birds make melody And sleep all night with open eye, Nature in their hearts pricks them so: Then on pilgrimage folks long to go, And palmers to seek strange strands, To famous shrines in sundry landsg And, specially, from every shire's end Of England, to Canterbury their way they wend, That the holy blessed martyr they may seek, Who them hath helped, when they were weak. -Reiner Rowland, Post-graduate. Sonnet A533 HE sky in sullen gray is decked today lim 4 And minds from all their movements are held still P,J..te ' fuss li H- .-,037 :Y -mv: J? jxfwfi.-f I ,C Qt he A traveler hurries forward on his way Conscious of presence of the strongest will. The birds have ceased their merry cheering songs, The squirrels crept into their hollow tree And every bird and beast silence prolongs- Silence that crushing downward seems to be. While bird and beast are held by Nature's spell, When e'er that sullen sky is o'er the land, Man, too, feels that of which he cannot tell But knows 'tis from the mighty Father's hand. Thus God is felt in everything on earth A power supreme since First He gave it birth. Rutledge Gish, '7. 1