Southwest High School - Roundup Yearbook (St Louis, MO)

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lAccepted f Ji f e r ci f u r e NATURES IVIEIVIORIAM fPrize Winning Poemj BY GEORGE E. JOSLNIN, JR. Far on some distant lonely shore A youthful warrior lies, Lulled by the ocean's constant roar, Mourned by the gulls' loud cries, or publication by the National High School Poetry UN GRATEF UL BY PATRICIA ZOOK The farmer slays the mighty tree, And all his land goes rushing free. The tyrant slays the goodly heart, And all his joys are cast apart. The loafer slays his precious time, Anal all life's worth flees in its prime. Associationj lAcce1oteml for publication and given HONORABLE MENTION by the National High School Poetry Associationj CAROLYN RUSH lShort Story Winnerb JIM WEST GEORGE JOSLIN fESS2Y WiY1H91'l fPoet1y Wmnerj Twenty-four

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QUALITY Forks fPrize Winning Short Storyj BY CAROLYN RUSH Clover Lick is a quiet, lazy, little hamlet nestled comfortably in the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia-population . . . twenty-three. The chief attractions of Main Street are Abner Jennings' Garage, Jess Trumbell's Good Place for Good Eats, and Walt Ethan's sawmill toward the edge of town. The objects of interest at Abner's Garage are the gasoline pump and a rather strange collection of furniture. This includes two wicker chairs, barely capable of self-support, an old green bench, weathered and worn, a three-legged stool, one squeaky rocker, and a straight-backed chair badly in need of new caning. All the men from miles around gravitate to this sundry assortment on weekly trips to town . With jaws moving together in rapt delight, they form the perfect picture of utter content. There are only slight pauses breaking the rhythm as the wad is shifted thoughtfully to the other cheek and a brown jet of tobacco juice is spat sizzlingly on the mud street in front of them. One mild March evening just a few weeks before the county school let out, the men-folk of Clover Lick had gathered at Abner's in the cus- tomary fashion. Culpepper County School always lets out early in the spring so that the youngsters can help their pas with some of the planting. Jed Crocker had just joined the group in front of the garage. Lo, Jed, said Abner. Howdy, Abner, he replied. The chewing was resumed and the talk drifted on to other matters. Crops-weather-the Trumbells' feud-the sheriH's yearly hunt for the Skeet Rock Gang, it was merely a discussion of everyday happenings. Suddenly talk sprang up about the new school-marm . I hear she's right purty an' smart as a whip. Good looks an' brains don't usually go together in a woman! ventured Joshua Lance. Woman! Huh! She's only a snip of a girl! retorted Chad Olliver. He was the most ineligible bachelor of those parts. All the youngsters feared him, and he wasn't much liked by the men. He was a frail little man of approximately seventy years of age, unaccomplished except for one trade-that of making excellent corn whisky. About once a month he went up the mountain to Cripple Creek, where he hid his still. But purty as pie, by cracky! cackled Old Sam, exposing his toothless grin. Joe says she's goin' tuh have closin' day exercises, announced Jed. What's them ? asked Chad. Oh, they git up an' speak a piece er two er maybe sing a song, 'n then thuh teacher says good-bye to 'em, an, school's let out, explained Jed, and then in an otfhand way, but with pride shining in his eyes, he added quietly, Joey's goin' tuh speak a piece there. Joe was Jed Crockeris fourteen-year-old son. The Crocker cabin was up the mountain quite a piece, and there Sate Crocker, Joe's mother, kept house and reared a family. Well, as I always say, it 'ud be a heap better tuh have a man fer a teacher. Somebody who'd not be skeered tuh wear out a willer on iemf' stated Chad with scorn and disgust. Well, I think she's got some purty good ideas! This closin' day sounds nice, said Joshua amiably. Idears be hanged I Chad snorted. What she ought tuh have is com- mon horse sense an' a strong arm instead of so many newfangled folderolsf' Speakin' o' thuh closin' day exercises, Joey's goin' tuh speak a piece, Jed volunteered. An' anyhowf' continued Chad, she's probably already got her eye on some young whippersnapperf' Er some young whippersnapper has got his eye on her, chuckled Ol' Sam. Twenty-Hue