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

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Q, - f , 4 .ff - - 41, - - -f- -4-4 - i J! ,f B5 The Storm HE Sea Queen's bosom scarcely heaved As she slept on a couch of pearl. The Wind King swooped and kissed her With his cloud robes all aswirl. there But she rose in wrath and queenly ire And donned her fragile mail Of watered silk from seaweeds green, All linked with silver pale. See how she rides on a dolphin sleek And stirs the sea to foam. She skims the waves like a bird in flight When it would seek to roam. The King grows angryg his lightning plays Like the foils of celestial knights. The air resounds with the thunderbolts He hurls through the iitful lights. The lightning nips the waves. A hush Whose silence seems like sound, Rebukes the surging flood. The Queen In sleep again is bound. Betty Reel To R REAKING the stillness of the night, QF The coursing wind, il The moanino' surf 4' ' wily' The Fitful gleam of a far-flung light- 1 1-,-jk' These have disturbed my wild soul's rest. Like the beating wings of a white gull's flight, My heart beats clam'rous at the sight Of rain-soft skies, Of purple land, Of the white waves' wash on the browning sand. Mary B. Cowan 111 - ,f- -- ',L.- -,V- -,131 4-f-9 v

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Yo u th OOL and white the sand beach lay mm Q , Beneath our willing feet ' And Youth and I, alone, did stray . I - Through night that was starless and sweet. Defying the brilliance of the moon, A beach fire sparkled on the sand, And Youth and I, our hearts in tune, Wandered towards it hand in hand. We heeded not to-morrow's dawn. We had forgotten yesterday, And joy we knew to be not long We centered in our one to-day. Our elders say that we must part, Each to go his separate way- I to live life's bigger part And Youth with someone else to play. Youth and I have been good friends, We've known each other such a little while, Seventeen Aprils and twenty Mays- I heard someone say just the other day, Time goes by so slowly . Mary Cowan To Netley Abbey bf' XQUISITE stone work wrought by mortal hand, f ':lE: qM7. 0 A distant corner scarcely sought by man, In beauty, rare old Abbey Netley lies ,... 2 V' ,' if - - - . . ii A dream ethereal realized in stone V! On earth a ruined bit of Paradise And half-destroyed by age's ceaseless drone With walls graced by that green scar-healing rod It stands today a monument for God. Who sees the lace work of those clamouring vines, He feels the kindred work of all man-kind And knows the blessing of a Hand Divine. Mary B. Cowan. 110

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4. xX v,Q f - :A-X rxczkrafw- fffzi 'r-f 4-'flfflv if 1. PANISH moss in gray festoons, Across the stagnant black lagoonsg A cypress tree on either side, . An araucaria spreading wide, Cobras coiled on the marshy ground, Lizards gliding from a moundg Monkeys chattering in the trees, The hum of gnats, the buzz of bees. A butterfly of wondrous hue, Goes Hitting in and out of viewg The humming birds of plumage bright Seem like gleams of colored light. The Hy-bird haunting each dark glade Starts at each sound, and is afraid. From shady branches bird nests cling, Built and watched by a pouched Starling. Green parrots on a higher limb, Prepare for night, in darkening dimg And on the jungle night airs steal, Making the forest seem unreal, Wild beasts of night begin to prowl, The jackals whine, the tigers growl, The moon sends down her pale-green light And spreads on earth, the cloak of night. 7 ff? 1. f :Tv - 1 4 ' M,,hh 'gl -' mfg 15, 'iff-Q. s f' . 112 Nestor Du Vall