Summit School - Flame Yearbook (St Paul, MN)

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Form II Left fo right: JEAN LINCOLN BARBARA FULLER PATTY APPEL HOPE MACARTNEY KATE DAVIDSON VIRGINIA GREGG THE FLAME NANCY GAVER PEGGY DRIscoLL VIRGINIA CLARK

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LITERARY Emmy AY, ther,s a storm comin' up. Think I better close the upstairs porch windows?', Oh, is there, Emmy? I've been reading, and I hadn't noticed. Is it bad?,' l'Well, never can tell, y' know. Good thing, though. Hope it'll break this heat spell we been havin'. Well, I'll go close 'em then. She padded over to the stairs and began to climb, pushing hard on her upraised knee to swing herself to the next step. She always wore flat slippers with holes cut in the sides through which one unavoidably saw her baby toes. M' feet gets hot, my bein' on 'em all day like I am, and m, bunions hurt. These here are the only things I feel easy in. I had known the storm would have to be fairly bad in order to merit Emmy,s anxiety, but when I turned and looked out across the lake, I ran upstairs two steps at a time to help her with the porch windows. Oh, Emmy, hurry! It's comin' fast, and it looks pretty badf' she said with a grim, head-shaking vigor, her mouth turned down and in at the corners. I could tell her emotion by the way she slammed the windows shut with even more than her usual decisiveness, so that I heard the light, ironical tinkle of a breaking pane. She stopped for a moment to look at it, then said, I-Iumph. Wind's comin, up pretty strong. Suddenly a deep roar, which had before been so distant that I had only subcon- sciously realized it, was with us in the porch, so demanding and overpowering that only part of me watched an oak tree crash into the porch, bringing with it part of the roof. Gawd! This was the first time I had ever seen strong emotion on Emmy's face or heard her express it. I did not actually hear this but read her lips, because the wind was crushing out all other noises to delight in its own tantrum. Emmy's emotion was not fear, only surprise. She grabbed my arm above the elbow and tried to open the door into the house, but the tree had fallen upon it, and it was immovable. Emmy paused for a moment, then grimly and wordlessly plunged her free fist through the remaining panes of glass and tore away the frames to make room for us to go through. There was a heavy dic- tionary on a table beside the door, I tried to hand it to her, but she knocked it un- seeingly out of my hands. When she had made a considerable space, she swung me around in front of her by the arm which she still had hold of and pushed me through so hard that I fell on the other side. Next, ignoring the hand I held out to her for support, she laid her own on a raw edge of glass and heaved herself through. She didnlt realize that her hand was cut, but the blood gave me sudden and surprising hysterics. Grabbing me again by the arm, she dragged me up off the floor, down the stairs, through the wrecked living room, and downstairs again to the basement. Here she stood still in the gloom for a moment, just a moment, then she slapped me with a barrel-house swing. At this I wailed at the top of my lungs, but Emmy must have felt that it was no longer an hysterical noise, for she ignored it completely as she went over my body for broken bones, taking up my arms and legs in her huge, flat hands with quick, convulsive grips. 'QHumph, she said, satished. What,re y' bawlin' for? Y' aren't hurt. But then she saw the blood left by her hand all over my body, and this time the emotion on her face was fear. She had pulled half my clothes off before I could make her under- stand by pointing to that awful hand that it was she, who was hurt. She looked at it with curiosity for a moment, said, Humph! and wrapped it in her apron. Mother came in a little while, and she was surveying the damage, after having re- assured herself as to my safety, when she noticed the blood dripping from the bundle Emmy had made of her hand and apron. TI-IE FLAME 21