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

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5GI'L4PJUl5R ' What thxngs have we seen Done at the Mermardo Heard words that have been So nzmble and so full of subtle flame As zf that every one from whence they came Had meant to put hrs whole wrt rn a jest And had resolved to lrve a fool the rest Of his dull llfe Then when there had been thrown Wzt able enough to just1fy the town For three days past wrt that mzght warrant be For the whole clty to talk foolrshly T111 that were cancelled And when that was gone We left an azr behznd us whzch alone Was able to make the next two companzes rlght witty one say remembered? when one means re created throu h some eso terlc code left us by these od l1ke men I'he1r very names chrysomelan names a poet calls them these very names call 1nto beln the thou sand and one n hts when Ensland was at her pxnnacle of mtellectual lory Then there dropped from thelr ton ues or dr1pped from then' pens 1n 1chor such tales such son s as man may never wholly forbet Or lf forootten men s mmds dwellm on these half hmted at lorles have throu h the ur e of these lmrrortal souls pulsed down to us somethmv of thelr eternal utterances Ton1 ht ah only yesterday The K1n0 the ocean sea the sp1r1t as of Walter Raleloh spoke to us from the Roose velt as he called courage to the Antmoe We are sendlnv a boat But 1n the far off days a fine stately presence m the old mn parlor he told the story of S1r Humphrey Gllbert and the Golden Hynde Cflorxous because he hlmself was the master of the wmd and the wave And 1n h1s words we see the llttle attendant shlp ,oo down w1th one who exhlblted so lorlously the chxvalry of the sea the chlvalry repeated only yesterday Over our fleets forever more The wlnds w1II tnumph and the waters roar' But he sazls on sazls on before But on another mght the m1 hty Ben holds the center of mterest as he tells the story of the stalkmg of the deer In Charlescote Park But Ah 1f entle Wlll were ever gullty twas for sweet Ann Hathaway For her he slew a phantom deer under a falry thorn and now take up the entle son He hunted all a nzght of june He followed a phantom horn, He kllled a buck by the lrght of the Moon Under a farry thorn lu ,ff f x if!-1 A5:,.a?'i1,1--A- X '-Lat,-gf -H a- Q,-ff 2 F W 1 .- K - J K X I J Q v J! ef' - W mv- 1-sf e L- as .H s . F21 , - fl ' I 1 ' I I Y ' 4 7 , - - - vs Ah these nights! to be remember cnly in dreams or in visions. May l - O' - ' ' C . W or - . , . - C . m m . . O' - ' ca io' 0 ' ' 'ta a 3 - S ' 1 O. O, . C, . - . I , . . O- - . - on . D ' D D ' rg g ' tr . .OA - - . I ' U D' 1 T- E - O, ' J ' , 'V 6 . ' ' . li I1 D . . . . . on . . . on . . - . ta I6 ' ' 77 , . . .or . IJ . U . A , , , C, . 3 S5

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6Si QlZll23l j Two glowm li ures approach arm ln arm They need no lanthorn The1r faces falrly emlt 11 ht Frances bless you and john ohn Fletcher The sound of hlgh talk follows but no coherent word And on they go Lodge Dekker and there IS Nash a grey shadowy wrsp out of the H1 ht for close at hand IS that ghost hke fi ure w1th the proud head Ah Tamburlamel Beloved Klt Marlow you would leash k1nvs to your charlot wheels And Nash weeps for h1s adored Klt w1ll not be of the splend1d company ton1 l't At the ve y portal the shadow vamshes As they pass throu H the ns1l studded door N sh pleads wlth one bes1de him Ay IN ter Chapman the Hero and Leander you w1ll Hmsh It Throu h the w1de door one by one they follow When the last has entered I approach the ruddy faced pot boy he repl1es rf you w1ll keep well w1th1n the arras there Such thm s are not meant for wcmen I reply Nay lad nor for men e1ther Such happenmvs are for the gods There IS a cllnk of the ladle on the huge wassall bowl and br Ben runs the whole gamut of throat clearmg .scarcely has he uttered a word when there IS a reat choral cry Then as master of the revels hrs chalr IS hfted and evervone donnm hrs mummers head the processlon headed by W1ll Kemp farrly dance about the room all chantxn the Twelfth N1 ht at the Merma1d Twelfth nzght knows a merry place Where he goes w1th fondest face Brrghtest eye bnghtest han' Tell the Mermard Where IS that one place Where' So san W1ll Kemp Shakespeares beloved fool and the m1 hty chorus followed untrl the srlver talled mermald outside trembled 1n her frame Ben IS finally seated agaln beh1nd the great wassall bowl the Swan of Avon to h1s rlght The cup 1S passed and the cakes And the toasts and the tales beU1n And gentle Wlll at first speaks l1ttle that mght save to call off the names of those now m the undlscovered country and Whose ardent splrlts had come with them th1s very mght even to the very portals of the Mermald The toasts over the tales begm even as one of our very pleasant modern wr1ters has glven them And between the tales comes the battle of the w1ts and here Master Wlll 1S the leader To Uwe the flavor of these Great nlghts I w1ll quote from an eye Wltness a letter from Francis Beaumont to Ben Jonson about the year 1605 14 -- ' fs 14? -- 71: -g-V Q2-lag.-zx. 1,1 13- ,ff f - fl 'r A W ,, c. X .1 I 1 A X-,ffez I- W - :Q-YL fkff--f-' :Q f im 7-. :l: i,zf - ,Y Y' - , , - . O, on . b b ' . . . .on H J za ' ' YY 'O' V O- ! I V V . .OU . Y, - . v O4 . b ' 6 as ' 1 1. - g A . I' I gr L. - , , Z1 ' ' G5 Fr C ' ' 1 ' . - 1 5 r , , - - yu 0 . o ' ' IC 7' ' tl' , - - - Ay. , . . . . O ' :J Q! ll ' ' . ' - - v 1 - 3 O' .ly . . on . .or U - A o' ', ' . or . . D ' ' . . . A . , . o . 1 b . . . , Q li 'o, ' Y! :D . 14' ' rv , ,B 0' ' ' 'o' tr ' ' b . U . . OA . y . .G ' . ' . A . . .U b . - Y ol. , T . U. U b a '

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6'1ce,ESQLQ4l JQ Thls mbht all the black corners of the fine old tlmbered room seem filled Wlth ,Ghostly Whispers Thls mght Robert Green leavmo behind hmm h1s vlcxous pamphlet has Gone to hls reward To the Mermafd hastens his arch enemy Rlchard Bame to further blacken the dead man s name But Shakespeare rose to the moment He was of our craft H was brother to us he clalmed Let no 1ll be spoken of h1m Months pass the plabue IS on Many a brazxer burns agamst the horr1d v1s1tat1on Thxs nxbht there steals 1nto the Mermald hke a grey lmpersonatlon of the darkness Thomas Nash hls face a yellow parch ment When these who would flee hlm as death came to themselves the bhastly story of Marlowes takln off filled the room wlth a loaded Klt Klt httle Krt' Klt was abaxn the Cobbler s httle son IH Canterbury He called to h1s father O look at the p1lgr1ms r1d1n by O look at them look at them Prlest and prloress abbott and frlar Thou and I must rxde hke th1s by Glastonbury and Samarcand London and Persepohs all the way to the Holy Land Falry beobraphy Perhaps one of the most solemn really majestxc nm hts at the Mermald was when the a ed sexton of Peterborough was the buest He came 1n w1th clothes heavy of the earth of the church yard h1s spade and h1s p1ck axe to 1ve h1m courabe 1n thls wondrous company All through the story runs the blftter of a matchless ruby the very heart of blood of that breat lover Mary Stuart He IS telllng of the m1dn10ht bur1al of the queen m the Oreat Cathedral of Peterboroubh Down throubh the roads and lanes lt comes all the country slde asleep Ah such a pabeant of woe down an avenue of torches such a pageant as earth will never see avaln Then 1nto the bloom of the cathedral a first tlme and a second t1me he takes us When all the pabeantry has passed we hear the death l1ke yes the deathless voxces of Mary and Chastelard her French poet lover t1ll our very hearts are wrunb so eternal and movlnb IS the story of a reat love And we can close the tales wlth Ben Jonson now deep 1n years almost alone Th1s nlbht he tells the story of the end of the Kmght of the Ocean Sea the betrayal and death of the great Slr Walter Ralelbh and of the revenge taken on h1s betrayer by Lady Ralelbh and so we close our Mermald days It IS w1th sorrow that I omlt the relatlon of the Inn and Tavern yard to the OI'1b1I'1 and ,Growth of the theatre but there IS a hmmt to our tlme and to our story A half century passes before the tavern IS abam the centre of the hterary llfe of London It has changed 1ts name now to the coffee house and every coffee house had Its orator Wlthout a parhament wlthout a munlclpal councll publlc meetxngs proh1b1ted newspapers yet 2 AX L .ff-'N eyiy -1-Cr 1 :XJTELI ,J-R if- affix' L55 at V uit 'T ,, . A if ,L L if filing' . .on . . U . ' . . v . 8 . . b ' . . e 7! - 46 ' ' 77 ' U . A . A . or ' ' 0' ' b sllence. Suddenly a voice, actually gay, broke the heavy gloom- O Klt, . . . . ,, y. D . , . . . ,, . . . . O' O' . . . .Or ' D . O' ' O' 6 . , . . O.. . 0- . . D . . 0, - ' . . D 5 0' - O, . 1 . I Y C, . , . 4 . . O 23 ' 7 . . Q on v 1 l O-v . on . OA C, . , , ' . .og . V I . .U V Y . .O- , -0, U . . . , , . . OA . 1C