St Marys Hall - Ivy Yearbook (Burlington, NJ)

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MQIDEIQN AIDQNIIS QAMUPMGNS in every Tom, Dick, or Harry some girl sees her Adonis. it is what is meant to he, and everytime it happens it is the start of another girl meets boy, girl courts looy. girl gets hoy romance. it was up in Hanover one nipping gray day that I saw my Adonis. There were crowds of people lining the left and right sides at the finish line. Gaily dressed collegiate skiers, townspeople, journalists, and general spectators all stood in the quiclcly falling evening to watch one of the loig sici events of the year. Our attention was focused on a spot high above the crowd, among the pine trees at the top of the slope. it was from there that the contestants started their treacherous run down Craclc-up. After hrief conversation and applause on the time of each slcier as he passed the finish line, a hush fell over us as high ahove we saw the next contestant glide into place. When numloer seventeen was announced it was four-thirty, and the crowd was a shade on the restless side aiter an hour of standing in the cold. Up top we saw seventeen step into place. This was the remarkable boy who, it was predicted, would hrealc the eastern intercollegiate record. He was very tall, the records said six feet four inches. I would have guessed even more as he stood there in the dull evening, his iiame red slci jacket and hlond coloring vivid against the gray haclcground. As he listened for the signal he dug his poles in, bent his lcnees, and waited with an easy assurance. Bang,-he was ofil Long smooth christies, trail-blazing swiitness. He kept his eyes confidently ahead. The trees, the snow, even the slcy seemed to tear past as he cut one smooth iiagged corner after another. The wind was strong and he leaned his whole weight against it-fswerving, reaching, tearing. 32

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PRISON OF CONVENTION This is the Iast defeat: I, who have sought the stars, Must face what I cannot meet, A sunIess ceII ancI bars. They say that the souI is free, Though the fiesh he fettered in chains: Yet in civiIization and custom Convention, the dictator, reigns. They are the Iaars of custom: They rise and I must cIecIine. AncI now that the Iast is weIcIecI, My Iife is no Ionger mine. Barbara Swift, '4l. GRADUATION SLEET Shadows dancing, Iight and gay Quickly, happiIy they pIayg For they Icnow a joyous day Is comingI Shadows dragging, down and out, SIow and ghastly move about. A sacI event, without a doubt, Is coming. Shadows moving fast or sIow-1 To us they find a way to show The thing that we aIready Icnow Is coming. Shadows going on their way ReIentIessIy, they cannot stay, So Iaugh-another day, they say, Is comingI The cIou1Iy cIay roIIs on, Bringing each minute New armies of sIeet That hurl ancI heat themseIves Against my windowpane. In their hatred of manIcincI-1 Their voices raised Against the God that made them They seem IiIce tiny beings Fighting the life that They were made to Iive. Nature, in her stern compIacence, Ignores them, And so, in their despair, They hurI and heat themseIves Against my winciowpane. How useIess their frantic IightI Marguerite Pearson, '40. Nancy Mercur 41

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MQIDEIRN AIDQNFS CAMIDMQNS He came to the small mid-trail jump. smoothly he pushed-just enough-and shot up twenty-five feet and came down with a presto landing. Then for the one-sided cliff trail. He was going lilce lVlercury-forty, forty-five, fifty, fifty-five miles an hour. The crowd was tense. Gosh, that boy certainly had speed, grace, power. What a ladl He certainly wasn't overrated. As he came to the final jump he slowed down, for the trail had loecome in- creasingly glassy because of a twenty degree drop in temperature since the begin- ning ol the meet. He was used to speed and corners, but everyone lcnew Craclc-up was suicidal with that glaze-too slippery to talce off for height. He had a split second to decide whether to try it or not. The judges would undoubtedly tell him no. Was he mistalcen, or was there a person standing over there on the side motioning him not to go on? Yes, there Was. Well, that decided it. He would show them that the slci captain could do anything. It was only thirty feet ahead. Like a shot he bent forward. Sziz-zip-he was upl It was just three seconds later that he landed. Everyone was tense, breathless, almost intoxicated with excitement. It was a perfect landing-absolutely perfect in balance, neatness, timing, stopping. The applause was deafening. Against all normal trail conditions and with perfect slci technique, numher seventeen had hrolcen the record hy one hall minute, as well as lived through what is considered sure death! As he tore past us to the finish line, do you wonder that he seemed to me my Adonis? And does it seem unlikely that three hours later l was dancing with him in high spirits? With one third of the formula completed, only two more steps re- main to the culmination of romance. Margaret Gooch, '40. 55