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

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The jungle f 6 ?, LEEK bodies slink in dim green light .g Tangles, marshes, paths unknown H, To man, but to the beasts alone Who daily there do make their way A To Water, or at break of day, In shadowy silence stalk their prey. Of the jung1e's breathless night i' I Then the sun, in splendour born, Heralds the approach of morn, And forms a network through the trees Of dancing Figures, as the breeze Moves verdant leafage to and fro, While through the branches high and low Some chattering monkey, here, then gone, Shatters the silence of the dawn. Anon a tropic deluge breaks In sudden fury, and it makes A quelled world, and everything Shrinks 'neath the wrath of Fierce storm king. Then quickly as it had begun, The tempest ceases, and the sun Shines forth upon a dripping world Like a Hag of truce unfurled. More fiercely come Apollo's beams, And the humid jungle teems With busy life as each wild thing Pursues his way on foot or wing, Thus till night drops like a pall, And spreads jet darkness over all. May Holmes, 7. 105

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Y --- v', A W- gb Y -1.5: 5-7 Y Y - - A -- -Y 2-i' A ,Y r. , T Y v 1 Y ,fax ,am 4 f To Learning W PRISONER, pent within his cell, His body held with heavy chains Lay on the cobbles, stiff and stark. - A narrow opening high above Admitted moonlight soft and cool Which seemed to whisper in the gloom, Rise up, go forth you sluggish fool. 3 ? Was sleeping dully in the darkg lg And as the light of early morn Came thru the slit, the prisoner sighed. The light grew strong, he stirred and moved. The chains fell offg he leaped and cried. The door sprang wide, he rushed outside The world to him was freshly whole. The light was knowledge joined with will To bring him freedom for his soul. J. E. Bachelder, jr., 8. Meditations of the Great Stone Face ff-'Aw HEAD of Stone, How many nights have hid your face 'UQ From sight, to let the dawn confront Your fixed gaze of sleepless eyes f Turned ever toward some future age? What outcome do you see of years To come with unknown destinies, Or is it down the years gone by You watch with penetrating gaze? O Face, how many centuries Have dropped into the gulf of Time Like leaves of your adjoining trees? The Sphinx is young compared to you! Grim model of the coming race, Did not your stern lips condescend To smile, when pigmies first you saw, Men fashioned in your own true form? What mystic sagas could you tell- The secrets of the Universe! Your lips are sealed. Nestor Du Vall. 106