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

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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

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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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x --f -is -' -iii f- aff-9-' - , -fx - . The Knight SAW a Knight among the crowd,- 511' A man who might be justly proud: I. Since Hrst he rode away to war, . I Q He'd been-in countries near and far. .. Y '- A man of honor, chivalrous, And truthful, free, and courteous. He'd fought with valor for his lord, He'd ridden far to keep his wordg In Christian lands, and heathen too, His name was honored, as I knew. At Alexander was this Knight When it was won Qhow he did iightj, He'd sat at tables, at the head, With Prussians all around, 'tis saidg In Russia he had forayed more Than any Christian Knight before. For his .fine work high praise he'd gained, But wise and worthy he'd remained: His bearing was as meek as Mayg To no one did this good man say, In all his life, a word of wrong, For he was gentle, true, and strong. -Bernice Hosch, '8. Yesterday 1-yfv ' Are quaint old-fashioned Bowers, n, , Forget-me-nots and Rosemary D , 2 Recalling golden hours. 'S Each day brings back memories And longing stir anew, To walk the road to yesterday With old-time friends I knew. ' ' -Francis Washburne, '8. K LONG the road to yesterday I' I Unattained Ambition l 1, MADE a mad reach for the moon, ff I caught it! It crumpled! It crashed! It broke andkfell down at my feet! The goal of my dreams lies here dashed. 18