YV V 7 W H ,Y--iq Tug fYfQ,CFfL9. X4-or 112 IFTILQQ THE FLAME June 1946 Summit School Saint Paul Minnesota SCHOOL SONG Summit glorious hear our praises Rise within thy lofty walls. We shall 6,67 to thee he loyal, Faithful whe1'e'cr duty falls. Thou has taught us in our learning Ever to be just and true, T0 aspire for right and lqnowladgc. Now we lift our thanks to thrc. Tho' the years are slowly passing When our school :lays shall he o'er, Still we shall remember Summit, Memories green forezfer more. In our hearts shall live the saying Ufhich from us shall ncfrr depart- Fo1' the righteous light is sown Glatlncss for lhf' aprighl hl'!71'l.U THE FLAME The Senior Class of 1946 gratefully clcdicates this FLAIME to DOROTHY VVARF THE FLAME The Ql'fI1itnr's Zlhhzntures in wnnherlanh 5-The time has come as the lValrus said, to talk of many things: Of sheepskins, college, and goodbyes, of cabbages-and kings. And why We chose Alice as our theme instead of garden swings. lt must be light, the Walrus cried, Our theme, it must be gay, for you see the war is over now, And peace is here to stay. Now if you're ready, Oysters dear, We must be on our way. But wait a bit, the Oysters cried, Before we encl our chat For some of us want jello rings, or a deep, dark theme like that. ' Don't worry, said the Dormouse, And curled up to take a nap. Alice slipped through Summit's keyhole and went tripping down the hall, But not many people saw her 'Cause she's just three inches tall. She tells me that our Summit's Not like XVonderland at all, B. Judson THE FLAME 1. ' uw, il, ' . Q ' Y-ii7 ':' - , ,I ul, ,1- fs:- '-1 V -f lv l . Sf 41 -2 - fi: . X N1 1. ' Hr :gn V 43, Jw. :'f,l'Eg4 .ff -NM: - ' 1' .1'- V, x 'HQPE53 .fc - YWPYQQA Q- 1 f . ark., '..fQ.:f, jiRC'f : W- K 4?-041' if fiifi-QW -,'Y ' ff:-113.4 5?Hy'3i'Q3 iffy Y, Auf 35137 1 . 'bgiif' ,faqwj fgriv JIZSQ5.. JQQV: 'ggi Sis 0: I., 1 .I 1 - ,-. . f jx' 'V wQ1- Qual iff f Zu. lx f'?'j' 7 f if in -iv vin sq: 'JI qw: ' - ag. ,... ,r v-'ik ,L-,fy '- L i. 'fgi 4 IJ if .. , THROUGH THE SENIOR KEYHOLE During her period of orientation, Alice decided to take a vacation, Searching for a private lair, She came upon a secret stair. If only she could steal an hour, To take a nap up in this tower! Who would miss her after all, Iust one less person around the hall. So up the stairs she quickly sped, To find herself some kind of bed. But reaching the top she stopped in a hurry, For there was a senior all in a Hurry. Oh, my French, my English, how late it's getting! Come inf said another, and stop your fretting. Then the sound of their voices grew dim And the door closed on both and all else within. If Alice's will-power had been stronger, Outside that door sheid have lingered no longer, But just then the door swung open a crack And the sound of their voices came issuing back. Late againll' poor Marnie cried, Tearing her hair and looking wild-eyed. 'Tm sorry, said Peg, twisting stray locks, But I was helping Mademoiselle pack a war-relief box. Shouts and hoots this statement greeted, But these calm Marnie soon defeated. Let,s on to the business at handf, she said, Which was promptly met by an arm in red. When's our next free-day? queried Am. I think I can bring my black sedan. Two weeks you say! Oh, that's too long, By then my fingernails will all be gonef' Come here, Virginiaf, shrieked Billie Io As she silenced Barbie with another blow. Open the window and throw out this shoe. Then we'1l take her blouse off, too.', t 'gDid I read you Con's letter?,' Caddie cried. I was so darn surprised I nearly died. She went to Brooklyn to see Tommy Brown play. Gee, if I could be there for just one daylu K'Did you hear that Pinza's coming next Week? lim dying to go backstage and peeklv But,', added Hope, MI may meet him yet When I'm the prima donna at the Metf, 8 Come on now, kids, let's all pipe down, Said Marnie with a weary frown. We,ve got a lot of work to do, So now let's hurry and get it through. Well listen,', said Virginia, live got to Hy, But I want to tell you my headmistress and I- Oh, Gingerf, wailed Peg, I almost forgot, See Sarah at 3:10 and right on the dot. Oh, Gad, screamed Virginia, what have I done now? And who on earth told her anyhow?', Oh,', cried Obie, waving a loose arm, . You've got to listen to me, Marnf' live just had a perfectly grand idea. For graduation we'll have spireaf' Now listen,', said Marn, 'icommencemenfs in Iune. This party is coming up pretty darn soonf' Said Nanny, carefully combing her hair, And seemingly bored with the whole affair, Do we have to have it this Friday night? My mother won't let me out of her sight. 'ANOW listen, people, I'm really depressed, The bell's going to ring and I'm not even dressed! Virginia where'd you hide my shoe? Pleaded Barbie looking very blue. Folks, you know what I've just been dubbed? Queen of the Snelling Avenue Commercial Club. But now I really must practice some more. So Kate picked up her books and flew out the door. When she heard this, Alice backed away, But it was not her lucky day. Kate came striding through the door, And knocked poor Alice on the floor. The door slammed on Practice Room A, And the bell pealed out its familiar lay. Alice, only three inches tall, Flattened herself against the wall. Down the stairs the seniors charged, While up them music students bargcd. They vanished quickly at a run, Screaming of homework left undone. Alice sighed and shook her head. So this was the life the seniors led! Disillusioned she pondered upon the fix Of the unusual Class of Forty-six. KATE DAVIDSON and BARBARA IUDsoN THE FLAME T SENIORS . S f -f3Lf'fi?iV ,ws VIRGINIA MOORE GREGCI PRESIDENT OF THE SENIOR CLASS, SECOND SENIESTER here is 720 treasure the which may be compared unto a faithful fI'i6'72d.u THE FLAME MARGARET HERSEX' CUDWORTH PRESIDENT OF THE SENIOR CLASS, FIRST SEMESTER Great thoughts eome from the heart , z E f ff 2 9 V I af' 'DQS'-7+ x x.A-i.v9,gs1l 'NCQ-.L X Q- Q . N141 SX-XA -Fkkkgxuigxlx gl-vgxkswxti V-a.u...o, J - . Q'Y-A- -T +0 L .f ,, QI J-as-0.x . an Haw? G ' I X fx ', X wg-pts X U D Wkbkf PX 5-k kQ'3 5-'U-'L P-KvLArm,m,A,Q9, L, WILLETTE IOSEPHINE BACON- QCJJWX ,S-Q-. - VW' l ,Av C-Q 3 f hc1'sc2f?Z0ugF'Cci1z1zaC,517?. Ltxwgx A1 x,q.,vx.nf-VL1x4-A-,VLFL , ik., 'MVVQN to 'if-'G-I' L5ff--2x.5LM.L..,r- K IOM. Veg UQLK Nl-'--K Ab Q-QJQ. -fXJb-MAJ -ki-gQ.Jw uv-L Q'-5-fw, gx,N,3..kj,y,,x1 2.56-x.A.NQ :xi , I 'xx . Kaul-Axjx, QAYALK-Avlgl gk: YK bds 011 xM'LfVX vqab--sugav KLM f,3MA',- VQZQSLUQ I 10 KOQQI QQ AMITY IOY ALEXANDER Bc gone, dull care, I'm busy THE FLAME HARRIETTE M CCLURE DRISCOLL 'Sparlqling eyes with mischief brimming. T H E F L A M E KATE DAVIDSON Her hair was not less sunny than her heart. , -1 lf V A f fi' 11 NANCY KATHARINE GAVER Genile of speech, heneheent of mimi. 12 CATHARINE I'IUNTER IDUNNING Nothing great was ezfer achieved without enzfhsuiasmf' , .4,, Q-, if THE FLAME 'Llp 2 ' ' ' A I R ' A . , -ig. --,'V VLQWQ5, Az., , .1 is f .N M,,.,1. , BARBARA RUTH HOSHOUR BARBARA LYLE IUDSON In her tongue is the law All the heart and the soul and the of kindness. senses, forever zn joy THE FLAME 'W-rf' HOPE MACARTNEY In her quietness there is a charm. ON HAVING ARBIVED AT JUNE 1946 HE seniors came hurtling in and threw themselves on the couches and comfortable chairs. The late-comers were doomed to the floor or the cushionless black wicker. Bringing up the rear were two girls: one laden with a large pasteboard box and the other carrying eleven plates and forks. A birthday was a big occasion. Give me a huge piece! shouted some eager senior. Those scrambled eggs aren't my idea of lunch. Remember the birthday parties we used to have where we always played 'Pin the tail on the donkey'? said another senior. We could talk for hours about our experi- ences at Summit. It all started in Miss Leighis room. We worked very hard in kindergarten. There were endless numbers of things to be accomplished. For instance, that airplane. It would really fly and it even had an upstairs. The white rats and guinea pigs were wonderful. There was a good deal of discussion about who should be the lucky people to keep them over the summer, too. We had some domestic training in the first grade. An excursion to a near-by farm brought on an urge to churn butter. We had it on our graham crackers for mid-morning lunch, and it was far more delicious than any other butter we had ever tasted. We also showed our dramatic talents by giving a penguin play. It met with such success that we gave a repeat performance the very next day! In the second grade we considered ourselves the intellectual aristocracy of the primary department. Our tepee was constructed with great care and we made ,a collec- tion of Indian articles. The third grade was the first momentous turning point in our lives at Summit. We moved to the other end of the hall and Went to assembly every Monday morning. Each month our height was measured on Miss Brownis folding screen. Hopie was per- sistently the shortest. In the fourth grade Virginia joined us. She and Peg were soon inseparable. In the fifth grade we were Miss Carroll's little cherubs and we had the honor of being the first class to know the new addition to the faculty. In the sixth grade we were above reproof. We wrote our own play on the Middle Ages . . . with slight aid from Miss Nicky, and two of the girls wrote the music and words for the songs. The seventh grade was the second turning point in our career. We were allowed to wear uniforms and stay till four o'clock. We were even upstairs with the big girls. The important event of the year was the Cop and Robber party. We rested up for days before the party and convalesced for days after it. Then another glorious thing was the I-Iallowe'en party. We worked for weeks perfecting our skit. It was terrible, but we were not daunted. Finally, the next cornerstone in our lives: We reached the senior study-hall in our freshman year. Until freshman week arrived we believed we had attained the peak of our importance, but after clogging around the school in ski boots and night shirts for two days scraping and bowing to each senior, we realized that we could still reach greater heights. The freshman sleighride was the highlight of the year. For weeks we wrangled over the boys we would ask. It was well worth the struggle! Our class was enlarged in the sophomore year. Barbie, Caddie, Amity and Billie Io arrived. Nevertheless, we still retained the reputation of the smallest class at Summit. Our theatrical careers were broadened by two dramatic essays. We put on the Christmas play, The Littlest Shepherd, and also were sisters and cousins and aunts in Pinafore. Our class changed again in its junior year. Some girls left and Barbara came. VVe called her Obie,l' which stood for other Barbara. That is one name We have duplicated in our little class. One morning after Christmas the seniors awarded places of honor in the graduation processional to three girls from our class. Kate, Marnie, and Virginia were the lucky three. Another big event in our junior year was our operetta, Patience. 14 TI-IE FLAME Now we've reached the real top. We are seniors at last. This is what we have been dreaming of for thirteen years. Our Hrst impression of this year was books, books, and more books. However, this monotony was soon broken by a party which the faculty gave for us out at Sunfish Lake. Freshman week came, and we were high and mighty seniors at last. Virginia's house party out at White Bear is one of those things we will be laughing about for years. Caddie still hasn't found her hairbrush, and the Greggs are still finding Cheerio sticks in strange places. Our play was written especially for our class by one of the fathers, Mr. Davidson, and we gave the premiere performance. We also had boys from the Academy taking the male roles. After we awarded the honors to three of the juniors, and dedicated THE FLAME to Miss Ware, we began check- ing off days until graduation. Our calendar hangs in the senior room. The numbers are getting smaller and smaller, we find ourselves reminiscing more and more. Now that we are making plans for graduation, we begin to wonder if every class has had as good a time as we have. ALUMNAE ACTIVITIES WEDDINGS: Sally Orme to Fredrick Thompson. Adelaide Washburn to Richard Gordon. Cece Williams to William Lang, Ir. Marjorie Okes to Richard Headley. Alice Thompson to Henry Blodgett BIRTHS: Mr. and Mrs. Conley Brooks fMarney Brown, have a son-Conley Ir. Mr. and Mrs. Thurston Wood Uane Washburnj have a daughter-Sally Thurston. Mr. and Mrs. Lawrence Platt fLaura Deanj have a daughter-Robin Winter. Mr. and Mrs. William Headley fEdie Okesj have a son-Ionathan Iones. GENERAL NEWS: Allison Butler was on the Dean's List at Smith. She is also president of the Smith Student Council. This summer Allison will be sent by Smith College to go abroad as one of twenty-five girls representing this country in the International Students' Service. Betsy Nye had a leading role in The Women by Clare Boothe, given by Vassar College dramatic society. Margaret Ann Barber was elected editor of The Sampler' by the Freshman English class at Vassar. Mag was also chosen to be in the Daisy Chain for the graduation ceremony. Nancy Mairs is a member of the Modern Dance Club and Glee Club at Mount Holyoke. Georgie Ray was elected Village Iuniorl' at Wellesley. This means she will be the house motheru of a freshman house next year. Evie Crooks is president of her house at Pine Manor. Betty Bremer was elected president of her house, and she is also business manager of Wellesley's Float Night. Cynthia Davidson is on the script committee for CBS, Carleton Broadcasting System, which is presented each year by Carleton College. Patty Ray is editor of the Wellesley College Annual. Debbie Donnelly was in two recitals at Vassar and also in a recital over the radio. Ioanne Brown is engaged to Theodore Wright. Andy Hunter has been elected senior class president at Sarah Lawrence College for next year. Andy is also head of the scholarship drive. Deirdre Butler, who will be graduated from Bryn Mawr in Iune, has been ap- pointed to do relief work in France this summer with the Quakers. 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Your father wants to call some manf, From upstairs: lust a minute, Barbie . . . Okay, Mom, tell Daddy I,ll be off in a minute . . But B.l'1 th' I 1- as f ' i i arnc, xx at was your answer to number five? . . . Fittykiour and a halt? . . . But I got forty-eight and a third! From downstairs: uleanie, you've been talking for at least tw III ' d very important!'! emj minutes, an your fathers call is From upstairs: lust a minute, Barbie . . . I've been talking for only ten minutes. Tell Daddy I'll hurry! . . . Honestly! Barbie, the way I get pushed around. Iive got to hurry, so let's finish this ishy geometry . , . You did? . . . What color? . . . You lucky girl! . . . Two of them? . . . But, Barbie, youill never use them! . . . Oh, go jump! . . . Angie got a pair, too, except hers are brown . . . Well, to get back to our geometry . . f, From downstairs: Ieanie, this is the third time l've called you. What if everybody did her home- work on the telephone? It's not fair to use the phone for such a minor thing. From upstairs: HMother, do you mean homework isn,t important? . . . lust a minute, Barbie, Mothervs yelling at me againf' From downstairs: Now that isn't what I meant. You just shouldn't do it over the phone. Please get off now. You've been talking long enough. When I was a little girl I never did my homework over the phone, and I got alongf, From upstairs: Okay, Mom, just a minute. Barbie, I've just got to go. My mother is blowing a fuse . . . I canit, hey. I really have to go . . . When? . . . Heck, I don't like the way 26 THE FLAME Lauren Bacall acts either, but you can't hate a person for that! . . . Oh, but she's taller than Ianie, at least four inches . . f' From downstairs: Ieaniel From upstairs: lust a minute, Mom . . . Barbie, that was Mother. How she loves to talk, ha! ha! . . From downstairs: Ieanie! From upstairs: Oh, are you calling me, Daddy? What do you want? From downstairs: Will you ple-ase get off that phone? From upstairs: Yes, Daddy. Barbie, that's . . . Yes, Daddy . . . Good-byef, From the receiver: Bang! PHYLL1s Poarlan Form V THE C0-OPERATIVE PARTRIDGE WAS nine years old and very excited. This was the first time I had ever been taken hunting. My father, mother, and older brother were with me, and we had started out on the first day with high hopes. We walked along the path that led to an inland cabin where we were going to have lunch. I was being very careful, carrying my empty .22 as if it were loaded. Suddenly someone saw a partridge. It was standing very still trying to blend in with the back- ground and hoping we wouldn't see it. Remembering that I was the youngest, and that I probably wouldn't get another chance like this, my father told me to shoot it. If I missed, my mother would get it before it flew away. By this time the partridge realized that we hadn't overlooked him, and he was trying to walk away unnoticed. I fumbled as I loaded my rifle with small dust shot, closed one eye, and prepared to aim. I wondered why I couldn't line up the sights until I realized that I had closed the wrong eye. As quickly as possible, I changed and aimed once more. This time I trembled as I started to pull the trigger. I waited for the loud shot I knew would come, but nothing happened, and I wondered why. What,s the matter? my mother called. I don't know. It just won't shoot, I answered. Maybe your gun's on safe. I looked, and sure enough it was. If the partridge knew what waslhappening he probably would have taken this time to escape, but he was very co-operative and waited until I was all ready. Little did the poor bird know that he was supposed to be drawing his last breath as I raised my gun and again aimed. When, after pulling the trigger for the second time, I heard nothing but a click, I knew that I had not cocked the gun. This meant that there was no bullet in the chamber ready to be Fired. Now, I thought, I am ready. If the gun doesnlt go off this time, I will just give up. For the third and last time, I carefully raised the gun to my shoulder and pulled the trigger. As I raced over to the ruffled mass of feathers on the ground, I saw that my first shot had gone straight through his eye. I carried him triumphantly into the cabin. The first day was a success. ELIZABETH SLADE Form II THE FLAME 27 RETRIBUTION RS. Archibald Van Pierce swept into Madison's with her furs trailing meekly behind her. Ignoring the head waiter, she sailed through the room, causing a slight commotion in her wake as napkins, menus, and even a few dishes fell to the Hoor. Unmindful of the despairing look on his face, she climbed the one step that separated Thomasis haven from the rest of the room. Dropping into a chair at a table in the middle of the floor. she rapped sharply on the water pitcher with an emerald ring. Thomas, as was his habit, suddenly appeared from out of nowhere. He was resplend- ent that afternoon. Never before had his suit been so neatly pressed, nor had his shirt front gleamed so, for Mrs. Thomas had carefully washed the day before, all the while regretting that Thomas wore so many shirts. I-le bowed deferentially to Mrs. Van Pierce. Good afternoon, Madamf, Good afternoon. Please give me a menu. And do bring a high-chair for dear Archibald the Secondf' Unquestioningly Thomas retired to his table. No one else ever touched it. On its gleaming mahogany surface were neat pileswmenus, napkins, tablecloths, and ash trays. On the shelf above, straight rows of goblets. To the left of these, finger bowls. To the right, wine glasses. fThomas prided himself on serving excellent wines, but if anyone had bad enough taste to want a cocktail with his meal-well, there was a bar second door to the rightj Carefully Thomas selected the two whitest napkins and the two shiniest goblets. Then he picked out the proper knives and forks and spoons from the drawer under the table. In the other half of the room any waiter could set any table, but these five were Thomas,s children. And he tended them with loving care. Thomas set the high-chair, which he had pulled out of a hidden closet, in place and waited for Archibald to appear. 'KCome, Archibald, dear. lump up. That's Mothers good boy, And now maybe the nice man will bring you something to eat. Take our orders, waiterf' No one who knew Thomas called him waiter. Unflinchingly he looked down into the beady, black eyes of the lengthy black and tan dachshund, which sat in the high- chair, looking around him with an insolent eye. 28 THE FLAME We have some hamburger. Excellent, Madam, for your dogf' Hamburger, indeed! Have you any good liver? Yes, Madamf' And some vanilla ice cream and a saucer of milk. Seriously Thomas first wrote down this order, then waded through a maze of direc- tions-clear broth fnot chicken, mind you, but beefj, avacado pear salad, thin white toast, tea, and perhaps an eclair for dessert. With relief Thomas rejoined his compatriots. Those neat rows of glasses seemed to wink at him in amusement as they sparkled in the noonday sun. For a moment he had an impulse to sweep them off onto the Hoor, these soldiers he was reviewing. This surprised him as he was usually of a very placid temper. Quickly regaining his com- posure, Thomas gave the orders to the somewhat startled cook. Upon returning, he found his friend, Professor Dunster sitting at the corner table, absently working out Euclid's eighty-second problem on spheres on the tablecloth with an oyster fork. While taking the order, an order so usual Thomas could recite it, they discussed the relative merits of Hunter and Boyston on Hamlet, Act III, Scene III. A nod from the chef indicated that Thomas's first order was ready. He set the dishes down with neat precision, being careful to give Archibald's plate an extra polish with the napkin that hung over his arm. Leaving Mrs. Van Pierce daintily sipping her soup, and Archibald noisily swallowing his liver, Thomas retired to the kitchen, almost an admittance of defeat. It was when he was serving the dessert, when Archibald was voicing his objections to the ice cream in short, sharp barks, that Mrs. Van Pierce expressed a desire for crackers and cheese. What kind of cheese do you have?n Rat-trap, in a low tone. i'Pardon me?,' Rat-trap, Madamf, Excuse me, do you mean American cheese? Rat-trap, Madam, with the great stone face. Bring me some. By this time Mrs. Van Pierce was truly exasperated. A few seconds later Thomas silently placed before her a silver plate on which reposed three' small, apologetic pieces of dry yellow cheese. Mrs. Van Pierce's reaction was imme- diate, loud, and long. Thomas bore it all, when it had run its course and dwindled, he bowed and turned away. He was back at the exact moment she wanted the check, it in hand. Courteously he helped her into her coat and fastened Archibald's leash. Then, catching sight of some small change carelessly left in plain sight on the table, he picked it up, bowed, and handing it to her, said: You've left something, Madam. EDITH NYE F arm V THE FLAME 29 . SUMMER NIGHT ' REACHED up feeling for the lamp switch, pushed it till it snapped over, and felt the darkness of the night reach in, covering me like a protecting black hand. In the sudden darkness I could see the glare of the light bulb dancing wherever I looked. I uncurled my legs and got up, leaving my open book upside down on the chair. The straw porch rugs were rough on my bare feet. I walked slowly, cautiously off the porch, through the dark house, and pushed open the screen door. The dog brushed past me, her hair soft and smooth as it touched my bare legs. I looked up the quiet little street. The cars left out for the night slept silently in front of houses like faithful dogs, and you could almost hear the houses, like many-eyed monsters, breathing heavily with sleep. The street lights glowed soft and yellow with light like melting butter. I looked down at the city, pulsing, beating like a living thing. Over the other noises was the screaming of streetcars, and above it all the low sky glowed soft and red as a burning coal. The air was hot and heavy. The city itself seemed to radiate the heat, and under it I felt the suppressed excitement, the striving and desire that is always seen in the faces of a crowd. In the street below young people in cars rushed by, the win- dows rolled down so you could hear the blaring music of the 1'adio. Older people sat on their front porches waiting for a cool breeze and listening to the cars and the softer incessant noise of the moths flying futilely against the screens, trying to reach the light on the other side. On the porches old men slowly read the evening paper, the strong smelling cigar smoke drifting lazily up. Their wives sat near them, rocking in creaking chairs, thinking, dreaming, wondering what the noisy, reckless young people were look- ing for, forgetting they had once wanted the same thing. ' Downtown the lights twinkled, gleaming as brightly as brass buttons on a blue coat, There was so much to see, to hear, to think, and to feel. I didn't want to miss even the smallest part, but I knew it was more than I could ever comprehend. I bent down and rubbed my hands across the short dewy grass and then held my wet hands against my hot face, feeling the lovely cool dampness on my eyelids. The warm, heavy air seemed to have permeated my thoughts, leaving them rather odd and slow ever since I had left the house. The heat and excitement of the city had seemed to draw me from the house like a magnet and to hypnotize my eyes and mind with its strange fascination. I turned around and began to walk back towards the house, but before I had gone far, I began to run as quickly as I could over the short wet grass. NANCY GAVER F arm VI LA FIEVHE DU PPLINTEMPS H, LA joie de vivre. Clest le printemps dans toute la gloire. Le soleil chaud, l'herbe V6ftC, les fleurs et les arbres qui s'ouvrent. C'est merveilleux. Les petits oiseaux batissent les nids, les amoureuxls slaiment, et les enfants jouent. Oh, c'est merveil- leux. C'est glorieux. C'est beau. Clest le printemps. Mais-Parfois il pleut. La pluie froide. Beaucoup de pluie. L'cntendez-vous? Goutte a goutte. Goutte a goutte. Apportez une autre bassinoire. Vous sortez. Cette pluie court le long de votre cou. La pluie impitoyable court le long de votre visage, le long de vos manches, et le long de vos jambes dans vos souliers. La pluie qui fait des Heuves dans les rues et des lacs dans les trottoirs. La pluie qui fait des mares qui sont impossible a traverser. Goutte a goutte. Goutte a-Pouffl Vous venez de tomber dans une mare, mais c'est le printemps. Ne l'oubliez pas. DEBORAH BUTLER Form IV 30 THE FLAME f' if fr sin fit' A THE HOUSE TRUDGED along the last block of unshoveled sidewalk, looking down at the spar- kling snow that I was scrunching under my stadium boots. With every step the light, clean snow sprayed up from the back of my boots, some of it falling back down inside them where it melted, leaving my ankles wet and cold. I tried to walk carefully so that the snow would not come in, but I was unsuccessful. On the other side of the street some children were sliding down the white banks, across the sidewalk, and bumping off the low curb into the street where they rolled off their sleds. The sled runners left deep, narrow scars in the snow. The children's faces were shining, cold, and red. Their breath came in frosty little clouds as they puffed up the banks again, dragging their sleds. The next Hight of steps led up to the little house. I still called it our house although it really wasnit ours any more. It had been sold a month ago. In the neighboring yard more children in snow-clotted snowsuits were pushing a great heavy snowball. I knew their arms were aching with the weight of it, but I could see the determination on their faces as they tried to roll the huge ball a few inches farther. V The yard looked the same as it always did in winter. The two big trees on either side of the walk dripped snow like white frosting, and the brittle, winter-dead shrubs stood like ghosts guarding the door. I went up the low steps and rang the doorbell. Wait- ing for the door to be opened, I could not help thinking how odd it seemed to be standing almost like a stranger in front of the house I had lived in for so many years. The door opened. Inside stood a rather old woman with a dust rag in her hand. Hello, I came over with some keys for Mr. Williams, I said, pulling two keys out of my coat pocket, one marked 'LBasement', and the other Back Door. Mrs. Williams is upstairs. Iill call her. She opened the door wider. I scuffed the loose snow off my overshoes and went in. The maid was on her way upstairs to call Mrs. Williams. Even knowing beforehand that the house would be' changed, I was shocked by its new appearance. I could scarcely believe my eyes. It was like meeting an old friend and finding him changed. To me all the furniture seemed out of place, as if it didn't really belong here. The big comfortable sofa was no longer stretched out along the wall at the far end of the room, school books scattered liberally over it, its pillows mussed where I always left them. There was a neat, tidy chair in the place where my father's big easy chair and footstool had been. The piles of popular records and my father's records were gone from the corner shelves where we had always kept them, and only a small radio sat forlornly on the table. I wondered, not really caring, how it would seem to see this new family sitting here in our living room where we had spent so many evenings, enjoying the warm, luxurious feeling of contentment that permeated the room, while the smoke of my fatheris cigarette spiraled hazily up into the lamplight, and the radio mumbled pleasantly. I didn't want to stand there any longer, remembering. They wouldn't understand about 'our special climbing-tree by the garage in the back yard. They would never know how I had felt coming down the stairs the night of my first formal dance, holding up my long skirt, trying to look calm and experienced, although my legs were weak with anticipation and my heart pounded with excitement and happiness. My thoughts were like impish children racing through my mind shouting, Remem- ber, remember, rememberli' I couldn't bear it. I started toward the door, but Mrs. Wil- liams was coming down the stairs. It was so nice of you to bring the keys, she said. We simply love the house, but there are a few changes to be made, of course. We have some lovely plans for remodel- ing. 32 THE FLAME From somewhere in the distance I heard my voice say politely, How nice! You must come again and see it when it's finished, she added as I turned to open the door. I'd love to, I said, knowing my voice didnit sound right. I felt myself slowly beginning to hate the house, to hate everything about it but my memories of it, and knowing it was foolish, I hated Mrs. Williams. Standing outside on the steps saying good-bye to her, I couldn't even make myself look past her once more at the inside of the little house. I never, never wanted to go back again. ' NANCY Gixvnn Form VI THIRTY-FIVE T0 ZERO I-IIRTY-FIVE, thirty-five, never more, certainly not less. I have to be on time, but how is it ever going to be possible at this weary pace of thirty-five. Countryside whizzes by. A battered farmhouse standing in a barnyard cluttered with scraggly, gray chickens and rusty machinery looms into view, then fiits out of sight again as quickly as it appeared. A hill, a tree, a church, everything is sprayed with a sparkling film of sunlight on this clear blue morning, but I am still at thirty-five-dull, gloomy, thirty-five -all for the life of a silly tire. Suddenly one of those well-polished new cars with its appropriately snooty-looking owner speeds by and disappears into the shiny morning, leaving its white exhaust vapor twirling and dancing after it. Saturday morning, beautiful Saturday morning, but the beautiful in it is blotted out when I think of the long tiresome stretch of highway before I finally reach my destination. A Model-T rears its ugly head in the rear-view mirror and draws near. With much chugging and sputtering it labors to pass me and finally wins out with one last tremen- dous effort accompanied by a loud rasping blast of the horn. The dilapidated rattletrap spurts ahead with unseen energy, not to disappear like a nice car but to hover directly in front of me, selfishly obstructing the morning sunlight from my view. My turn will come on the next hill, but for the present no hill is in sight. Attached to the Model-Tis tail is one of those hideous yellow and black Wisconsin license plates, all dusty and dull, in perfect keeping with the rest of its appearance. Mr. Wisconsin is seated determinedly in his front seat as if he, too, is struggling along with the car. His breath comes in big white puffs, and he seems to indicate by his wide fur collar turned up and his hat pulled firmly down smothering his ears, that it is a little breezy in his car. i A hill! The Model-T dejectedly loses momentum, using all its power for the hard climb, and I fiy triumphantly past the struggling thing, being careful to keep at a mere thirty-five. The Model-T and its proud owner are soon forgotten as I push on towards the edge of town. The beautiful Saturday morning reappears as the monotony of the long gray high- way is ended by the first stop sign at Earl and Hastings. Bumps, running dbgs and children, stopping streetcars, and those stupid hesitant pedestrians, all to avoid. Worse still are the streaking taxicabs with their bullying drivers or the big trucks with their deliberate stops and starts. I've got to get there very soon, and if I don't-a red light and an hour of agonized waiting, then on through the roaring, messy downtown traffic. Destination in sight! Thirty, twenty, fifteen, five and finally stop. My destination. A very beautiful Saturday morning! SALLIE S'roLrzE Form V THE FLAME 33 TELEPHONITIS AVING a phone in your own room is at times a blessing, but at other times . . . well, here's how it goes: Ring! We dash to the telephone, and Phyllis, who arrives there hrst, calmly answers in one breath, 'iStorberg's Insane Asylum. This is Napoleon speaking. Ioan of Arc is having dinner. Whom do you wish to speak to, hmmm? A voice from the other end of the phone quickly replies, Is Ioan there? It's ter- ribly importantli' Phyllis hands me the phone rather grudgingly and tries to hear as much of the con- versation as possible. In spite of her efforts, all that can be heard is a bubbling, How divine! Tell me more . . . Oh, oh, there goes another nickel . . . Uh huh. See you on the morrow. Bye. After this not-too-short, not-too-long conversation, the radio is turned on to an exciting mystery. The announcer is saying, In a few minutes you of the audience will find out who the guilty person is . . . and now a Word from our sponsor. 'Why be irri- tated? Light an Old . . . ' Ring! I-Iello? lust a moment, please. Phyl, it's for you. I knew it would be. Every time I answer the phone it's always for someone else. Hurry up! The poor girl's probably dead by now. Phyllis seems to be in a gay mood, and all I can decipher above the gales of laughter and giggling is, Oh, yes, I think he's a divine dancer . . . Guess who likes . . . I wonder whether I was as silly as that when I was her age. Meanwhile I am conscientiously trying to do some homework. EIucid'zzle, hm. Oh, maybe I'l1 be able to remember these better tomorrow. Cet homme, c'est etait Tartarin, Tartarin de Tarascon . . . Phyllis, please get oH that phone. .I've got so much to do. Besides, Mom is waiting for you to go to Gram's with her. Ring! A voice coming from the receiver asks, Ioan, please tell me how I can improve this theme. It's such a mess and I'm desperate! Wait a minute, and I'll read it to you . . . Why, I think it's very good writing! fOf course, I'm such an authority on good writing!! I wouldn't change it one bit. Oh, oh, I think I hear a mulfled ring from the downstair's phone. Will you hold the line a minute, please? Breathless after running downstairs, I answer the phone, panting. Hello, Did you say a telegram? Yes,,I'll take it . . . Regarding your telegram . . . fHow I wish I knew how to write shorthand!j Would you repeat that, please? Thank you. Would you repeat that just once more? Thanks, tons. A bit confused at the telegram, I run upstairs to see if my friend is still on the phone. Oh, are you still there? Gosh, I'm sorry. But I had to get that telegram partly straight anyway. Well, Ilve really got to go now, so g'bye. Deciding I need to study a bit, I take the receiver off the hook, and the silence is absolutely amazing. After some time, I open a window wide, set my alarm, and turn off the lights. Last but not least, I carefully put the receiver back on the phone. After jumping into bed, I crawl under the covers and find myself falling asleep, only to hear . . . Ring! IOAN Sroiuznrxc Form IV 34 THE FLAME MB. RICHARDS HE wind howled ceaselessly, and the stinging rain came down diagonally in long thin threads that splattered when they hit the street. Mr. Richards pulled the brim of his wet felt hat a little lower over his eyes. The result enabled him to see only the pavement directly in front of his feet, but the gesture was vaguely defiant, and it gave him momentary satisfaction. No use turning his collar up any higher, though. lt was already crowding his nose, and the relentless rain managed to drizzle down the back of his neck anyway. He shivered every time he felt the cold water creep along his spine. Damn!,, he said. One devil of a line day to forget my umbrella! A few of the wiser pedestrians, he noticed, were glancing at him curiously. He glared jealously back at them, bent his head into the driving rain, and plodded grimly on. Water ran on the sidewalks in twisting miniature rivers, winding around in such a way as to be unavoidable. It was when he stepped in one of these puddles, and the water swirled up to his ankle, that Mr. Richards felt inclined to emit a second oath. Still he continued to plough along, listening sullenly to the Hsquish-squish of his right shoe every time he put his weight upon it. The shoe made more noise than the storm. Finally he reached his office building, barely discernible behind a gray curtain of rain. With one last bitter glance at the flooded street. he dashed inside. As he stood waiting for the elevator to come, he couldn't help muttering to him- self, Must be getting old-awfully absent-minded lately, and, Dratted rain! If only I hadn,t forgotten to bring my umbrella! Going up. A shrill voice interrupted his thoughts. Stepping absently out of the large puddle that had formed on the fioor around him, he entered the elevator. Good morning, Mr. Richards. Beastly weather, isn't it, sir? Richards agreed that it surely was. No further attempt at conversation was made until the boy smiled pleasantly and announced, Well, here's your fioor, sir, and then, as Richards stepped into the hall, '!Y0u certainly were lucky that you had your umbrella with you, sir. WhatP said Mr. Richards, but the elevator door had already closed behind him. What! Realization dawned on him and he looked down in dismay. There tucked underneath his arm Where he had unknowingly carried it through the storm, was his umbrella! MOLLY SIIWPSON Form IV THE FLAME 35 SUMMER HY do I like summer best? The obvious answer would be, thereis no school, but that is only a minor reason. I like to wake up in the morning and feel the sun flooding over me, warming my very bones. I like to look out and see a clean, white wash flapping lazily on the line, and the children building castles in the sand box or playing Train with the lawn chairs. I like to braid my hair up on top of my head and climb into shorts and a shirt and go barefoot. From the kitchen there is a warm, sweet smell of strawberry jam cooking on the stove. On the breakfast table on the side porch all the places have been cleared away except one. I'm always the last one down. After breakfast I like to go down to the lake. There is always a boat to be bailed out, and now that the water is so calm maybe I can see that bottle of sun tan oil that fell off the dock yesterday. Now itis time to go for the mail, which is delivered to the little general store and post office about two blocks down the road. Everyone waits for this time of day. If I,m feeling lazy, I take my bike, but today, since I'm expecting a very important letter, Iill walk so that I can read it on the way home. I love the walk to the store. If itis cold and windy on the lake, it's always warm and sunny down on the back road. I always pass the same vegetable man, and for some reason or other he always has his dog in the back of his truck, so whenever he goes by all the dogs in the neigh- borhood rush out and run barking down the road for miles after them. There is the little Lake Drive Church that is having a new stone front built on. Every time I pass it, the minister, who is the chief mason, smiles and says, Good morning, young lady, to me and beams with pride when I tell him how well the work is coming along and how much it adds to the church. I usually get to the post oflice before Mrs. Carpenter has had time to sort the mail, so while Iim waiting I read the little circular, hoping that the movie of the weeki' has finally come. Instead I read about the latest blood-curdling double features or Roy Autrey and his famous horse Chigger and their latest thriller. Very soon the mail is sorted, and out through the little window come bills, advertisements, big fat business letters for Dad, letters for Mother, a big picture postcard from the north shore for Iohng but nothing for-oh, there it is, the one Iive been waiting for-I couldn't mistake that hand- writing. After lunch, the same old lunch I have every day all summer-peanut butter sand- wiches, a glass of milk, and fruit-I settle down with a book, or pen and stationery. But I haven't been there fifteen minutes when the telephone rings. ul-Ii!!! cAHi!95 I'll pick you and your bathing suit up in ten minutes. Where are we going? Oh, Gretchen's or the club. Check, Bye. Forty-five minutes later I leave. The most fun is spending the afternoon out in the middle of the lake on a sailboat deck getting a good burn. lust a bunch of kids laughing, talking, drinking cokes, and every now and then in a burst of energy pushing each other 05 into the cold water. Of course, you can also play three sets of tennis, or eighteen holes of golf, or weed the garden. And donlt think I haven't done these things, but I guess I'm more the sit-down-and- take-it-easy type. In the summer I never know the date or the day of the week, or even what time it is, so if I'm home in time for dinner, it,s a miracle. Tonight by special request we 36 THE FLAME are having liver. It has to be by special request since Mother and I are the only ones who like it. The rest of the dinner is my favorite, too: avacado salad, corn-on-the-cob, ice tea, and graham cracker pie. Tonight I'm home for dinner on time. After dinner there are lots of things to do. You can go to the movies, or gather nt someone's house and play games or swim, or even just curl up in front of the fire with a good book. Tonight I'm just sitting on the dock thinking, when suddenly Iulie presents me with a slimy, wriggling angleworm to put on her hook. Sunset is one of the best times to fish I've discovered as a small, flapping perch is dangled in front of my face, Iulie can't take fish off the hook either. Tonight it is my turn to sleep in the cabin. The cabin is a little stone house on the lake shore. In fact it is practically in the lake. It is flat on top and has a screened porch which has just enough room for two beds with a table between. I can't think of any place I would rather sleep, even though the beds are only five feet long and two feet' wide. It's almost dark now. One by one lights come on around the lake making long, wavy reflections on the water. I can hear the muiiled put-put of a motorboat moving slowly across the water. The chirping crickets and the croaking frogs and the warm night soon lull me to sleep, and as I'm drifting off, I think to myself-Gee, I hope it doesn't rain tomorrow. SALLY SEABURY Form V MON PREMIER BAL 'AI passe une nuit blanche. Enfin, j'ai pu voir le soleil a l'horizon. Le jour etait arrive. Hier, j'avais fait des emplettes pour une jolie robe, Iietais aussi alleechez le coiffeur. Ie desire me faire couper les cheveux et je desire aussi au shampoingf' dis-je au coiffeur. Maintenant, je suis prete pense-j'ai regardant ma belle robe et mes cheveux frises. Le soir vint. Ie suis arrivee au bal. Ie savais que jlavais la plus belle robe mais quand je vis toutes les autre, je savais que je me trompais. Mais, j'etais tres heureuse et j'ai fait une grand pirouette. Une des patronnesses me regardait, surprise. La danse commence. I'attends mon premiere cavalier inscrit sur mon carnet de danses. Il s'approche. Ie sens mon coeur qui battait fort et tout a coup mon coeur tombe dans mon estomac. Voulez-vous me faire l'honneur de dansef avec moi? dit-il en souriant. Ie l'ai regarde Hxement incapable de parler. O-oui, dis-je enfm. Avec un regard d'horreur, j'ai commence a danser avec lui. I'ai jete un coup d'oeil autour de moi. Iiai senti que les vieilles patronnesses me regardaient. I'ai vu aussi quelques jeunes filles qui faisaient tapisseries et qui etaient dans la meme misere que moi. Oh! Mon Dieu! Mon cavalier a marche sur mes pauvres pieds. Oh! Pardon, dit-il. Apres la premiere danse, j'ai commence a aimer le bal. A minuit, je suis partie. Quand je suis arrivee a la rnaison, ma mere m'a dit, Vous etes-vous bien amuseeP Oui, mais ah! I'ai sommeil. Oh! mes pauvres pieds et ma belle robe, regardez-la. C'etait une danse merveilleuse. C'etait mon premier bal. GLENNA INIILLARD Form V THE FLAME 37 LA CLASSE DE FRANCAIS Toutes les eleves se hatent vers leur classe. Le bruit dans les couloirs est terrible. Quelle classe avons-nous maintenant? dis-je Z1 mon amie. I ,Francaisl repond quelqulune devant moi. Ie cours avec mes livres a la salle de classe. La cloche cesse le bruit. On ferme la porte. La classe de francais commence. Asseyez-vouslu dit Mademoiselle gaiment. Oh, mon dieu! pense-je. I'ai oublie d'apprendre le poeme! C'est une partie de ma leconl K'Oh, aidez-moi! aidez-moi! dis-je a mon amie qui est assise a cote de moi. Qui parleP demande Mademoiselle. Moi,' repondis-je tres honteuse. Nous ne parlons pas dans cette classe! Si vous parlez de nouveau, il faut que vous sortiezln Tout le monde dans la classe me regarde. Maintenant, Teasdale, recitez le poemef' Ah-ah-oh-ah-. Qui a ecrit le poeme? Oh-ah-3' A Victor Hugo, chuchote une amie. Victor Hugol' lui dis-je tres soulagee. Tres bien-et maintenant le poemef' Un silence suit. Ah, j'ai de la chance! Une cloche sonne et tout le monde se hate hors de la salle de classe. C'est un exercise en cas de feu. Ie suis sauvee! MOLLY TEASDALE Form IV LE CAUCHEMAR Ie me suis reveillee. Des centaines d'yeux me lixaient Vessayais de crier Quand sur ma bouche, il a place Sa grosse main moite. mon lit courir. I'ai saute de Ie me mis a Ie suis venue a un rocher La main m'a accrochee, I'ai saute Et Boom I'ctais sur Ie plancher De ma chambre. NEITA COUNTRYMAN Form I V 38 LA MAISON DE MES REVES Le reve toujours d,une maison Remplie de joie entierementg C'est la maison de mes reves. En ete il y a des Fleurs, Iamais il n'y a de pleurs Parce que c'est la maison de mes reves. Au lointain je vois la mer Douce, maintenant, sans la guerre Pres de la maison de mes reves. Un jour j,espere je trouverai La maison ou je serais gaie, Comme dans la maison de mes reves. Dolus ROSENHOLTZ F arm V THE FLAME I'- 'Q urs X .. Q I AN ODD GOODBYE HAPPENED to spot him through the eager football spectators by his short hair and dark skin. He had gone that morning to report to the armory, as a week before Uncle Sam had inducted him into the United States Army. I hadnit had a chance to say good- bye to him so I pushed my way through the crowd and stopped short in front of him. How come?,' Always.,' Do you mind?', Go away. Guess not. I will. Then outa my view! Now. Come on, give! Nuts Curiosity, eh? Why not? Maybe, Where after the fort? Then meet a future leatherneckf' On a train. 'gReally P ', Destination P Ya, look out! San Diego. What? Lucky. He got it. I think so. Oh, how soon? So do I. Tonight Good-bye. WhereP Where are you going? At the fort. Watch the gamef' Then where? Oh, bye. Full of questions? BETTY BANCROFT Form V GEORGE ON petit frere George a une amitie pour les choses crasseuses, et il rapporte tourjours chez nous ses trouvailles. Ma pauvre mere est tres enuyee quand il rapporte ces choses sales chez-nous parce-qu'il les laisse partout et il faut qu'elle les ramasse. Il trouve ces choses dans le depot d'ordures de la ville et en consequence il revient tourjours comme un ramoneur. Unjour George quitte la maison. Il est habille de ses habits les plus sales. Il marche rapidement mais prudemment fparce-que ma mere lui a defendu d'y allerj vers le depot d'ordures de la ville. C'etait l'apres midi et ma mere avait un dejeuner pour ses amies et elles allaient faire une promenade. Ie lis pres de la fcnetre et je vois George partir mais ma mere ne le voit pas. Un peu plus tard j'entends un bruit de pieds. C'est George qui retourne du depot. Ses yeux sont pleins d'eclat! Dans la main il a une petite boite. Il court dans la maison ct dans la cuisine. Bientot j'entends George parlant a la cuisiniere d'une voix forte. I'entends un souflie d'horreur et puis George court a mon pere. Puis un autre souflie d'horreur et puis silence. George sort jouer. Bientot j'entends ma mere et ses amies qui reviennent. Puis George retourne a la maison et j'entends encore un autre souffle d'horreur. Ie cours voir dans la salle. Dans la boite dans la main de George, il y a un ratelier. Au autre soufHe d'horreur! IANE Bunn Form V 40 THE FLAME BACK ROOM O YOU remember the cover on the Saturday Evening Post a few months back? It showed the usual cracker barrel, initial-carved counter, and kindly proprietor found in a small town grocery store. That picture was an exact replica of my Uncle Iim's back room. The store is located in the center of town on Main and Fourth, kitty- corner from the bank. Today it will have the green and brown awnings down to protect it from the afternoon sun. Let's go over and have a chocolate soda. Gosh, it's 99o! What say we make that soda a jumbo lime freeze instead? As we were sitting there twirling on our stools and playing the usual games with our straws, I looked around the room. Ah, there it was! Smoke came seeping out under the back room door. My brain was going like the 3:30 express. How could I get rid of this dumb city girl cousin of mine? Thank heavensl For the first time in all her life, my little brat of a sister, Skipper, did the right thing. She asked Carol to go to a movie. I smiled at her gratefully and slipped through the back room door. I was the luckiest guy in the eighth grade. After all, my uncle owned the back room. What more could I ask for? I noticed that the center of attention was on Cap'n Wally. Cap'n Wally was the typical Maine lobsterman. His ruddy, clear-cut face and steel blue eyes told the story of his life. His hands were large and calloused. He was the character of Packsett, Maine. His stories were famous all over the country. Sitting next to Cap'n Wally was Uncle lim. He's my uncle on my m0ther's side. He knows everything about everybody. The Ladies' Guild said that it was a toss up between Lucy, the telephone operator, and Uncle lim as to who knew the most. Only difference 'tween the two was that people didn't like Lucy, and they did like Uncle lim. They said that Lucy talked too much. On the counter opposite Cap'n Wally was Felix, the alley cat. You probably think it's silly for me to mention Felix, but he's a regular at these meetings. It would be unfair to leave him out. Mr. Collins, the switch-master, sat quietly near the stove. He is always called upon to settle the numerous disputes which come up. You have probably guessed that Cap'n Wally was one of the debaters. VVell, the THE FLAME 41 other was a know-it-all by the name of Grittley. ,He was a retired something or other, who had been around the world in seven days. A'member of the Canadian parliament during the World War, Grittley always argued that held been an eyewitness at this and that, and that Capin Wally hadn't been any place but Packsett. What could Capin Wally say? Heck, he played the game smart. He talked about fishin, and nothing else. This time he was telling Mr. Grittley and the others about the whale. I'd heard about the whale at least fifty times, but the story was always different, so everyone would always stay. Cap'n Wally started out by saying that he used to meet the whale out near the reef ,round the bay. Then he'd hop aboard the whale and go out to sea. He ex- plained that Widgy fthat's the whalej was better than any boat, cuz he was able to see the lobsters, and he'd stop when he saw a clam. After Cap'n Wally'd thrown out the traps, Widgy and he would go up and down the coast and scare the lighthouse keepers. Mr. Grittley tried to disprove the story by getting actual witnesses, but Capln Wally told him that this happened when he was sixteen, and, of course, all the light- house keepers would be dead. Mr. Grittley would then ask him why the whale wasn't still around, for whales have a long life span. Cap'n Wally's face would get purple with rage. He'd storm and rant around the room. He made Felix's hair stand on end. I felt the temperature of the room go from 990 to 1500. If anything could upset Cap'n Wally more, Ild hate to be around when it happened. Finally held clench his fists 'til the knuckles turned white and tell us. During a nor'easter which came down on them like the atom bomb came down on Nagasaki, held explain, Widgy got stuck high, wide and handsome on the reef. Now Cap'n Wally didn't know about this disaster, because heid been laid up with a busted leg. Next thing I knew, he was blaming Coast Guardsmen. QI thought that the Coast Guard had some nice fellows, but I was not one to voice my opinion. Remember that I'm only thirteenj They had killed the poor, helpless whale. They had shot Widgy. While the Coast Guard towed the body to Greenland Qwhich is the whales' resting place, I guessj Cap'n Wally stayed at home. He didn't have time to mopeg he was too busy. He wrote his con- gressman, he wrote the President, he wrote the Secretary of the Navy, but to no avail. They refused to have anything to do with the bill that would abolish the blasted Coast Guard. I sat there breathless from this new tale of Widgy's death. It grew better each time. Mr. Grittley got up with a disgusted look on his face. He went out muttering, Fan- tastic, crazier than a loon, senseless- Felix stretched and lapped up some milk. Mr. Collins went out shaking his head in wonderment. Uncle lim left to H11 Mrs. Materly's prescription. Cap'n Wally smiled. You could tell that he thought heid done a good day's work. Me? I just sat there 'til Skipper came and got me for dinner. You see, I've been doing some figuring. When I grow up, Iam gonna buy a store just like Uncle Iim's. Then I'll always be able to get in on those back room sessions. CATHERINE DUNNING Form VI MON FAIBLE S'0BSCURITE Quelques uns ont peur de llobscurite I'ai peur de 1'obscurite, D' autres ont peur des esprits Et je nose pas monter Moi, j'ai home de l'admettre, Dans ma chambre noire I'ai peur des sourisl Quand c'est le soir. JEAN MAIRS NINA STEEFISL Form IV Form IV 42 THE FLAME .5 5 1' I2- :.: - SX ', 5 if: I ,I ' 41,5 -'1 ,V A ., vii' 'fl' A 1- V' 2 f 13- IW:'F'5i1, .,,r, 4 ., 2 ,fiff , -ajax A . vw: - :'7, 754 . 5 ' ' S'-' ' '. tv ' , 4, 7.!??5f' if 1- '? ' , .SSA :nik 1f:'f.'Fc6 ,. n -.413 1 .- -. .1, , - ' sal' . f .w ha ., . -K .-1-, , , - -- . . ,iw '.., -. ,,-.43 A A E.i?f'q'a:z.r,-v::- Navi -.w -'zz'-J-wi ' 1' ' z '-ip LIS,-S2'1.'1' .b ey,-Lea fp-A n , . 423:94 P 1 '- --'FY ,f.- ff -ff, . vu ,I 'jg Q, . -.'i,-qi, --.,-4. . 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Straight hair, half closed lids, and deep, dark circles were all that I saw in its reflection. I guessed the house party had been too much for me. How could I ever go out to dinner that night with my family? Dejectedly, I found a seat and plopped down. letting my baggage fall where it would. I took a relaxing, deep breath and wished I hadn't, because a horrible smell of dirt and tobacco went through my whole body. A huge man was sitting next to me smoking a most unpleasant smelling cigar. I quickly turned my head and wondered whether I should search for a new seat. Seeing no other vacant ones, I resolved to wait there until my bus arrived. The gum left a coated feeling in my mouth, and I began to feel sick from its stale taste. I looked around for a drinking fountain but had no success. A little pasty-faced boy, skipping around, took one look at me, and ran crying back to his mother. VVas I really that bad? I quickly went over to the mirror on the gum machine again. I truthfully admitted, as I stood looking there, that he was justified. The man next to me, who I thought was the perfect comic strip character, B. U. Plenty, finally got up and left, so I settled back for a comfortable wait. The same little boy, now quieted, came over and sat down close beside me. He clenched my coat-sleeve tightly in his sticky hand and gazed up at me with the most blank expression possible. I looked at him, hoping that he would look away, but he only stared more fixedly. I said a feeble, Hello, XVhat's your name?', but he only replied, Huh. I gathered then that he didn't want to talk. I was only tired and a trifle dumbfounded at his attentiveness. THE FLAME 43 4 The White Bear bus finally arrived. I gathered my belongings and got up only to find that my new, young friend was walking with me. Little boy, I said impatiently, Ulet me go now. His grubby hand still clutched my sleeve, and at my words his grasp tightened. Come on now,,' I pleaded, let go. He began to bawl loudly. All eyes turned upon us. They probably thought I had hit him. I know I must have turned from bright red, to deep purple, to green, all in one second. One by one I pulled his round, chubby Hngers away from my coat. I ran out of the depot, and as I turned back to look, I saw his pug nose pressed Hat against the window with the identical, blank expression as before. Hurriedly I jumped on the bus, thinking that all this could happen only once in a lifetime. Completely exhausted, I sank Wearily on the first step. The driver, giving me a rather puzzled look, calmly droned in his monotonous voice, Ticket, please. IEAN CARLTON Form III BUCKY UCKY was just a small, ugly mass of fur when we got him. I had waited years for a dog, just any dog. In my mind I had built a beautiful picture of a dog-big, majestic, and graceful. But this! He was actually ugly. His legs were short, his ears looked as though he could hide in them, and you had to hunt awfully hard for his tail. He did have one good quality, his eyes. They looked like huge saucers with chocolates in the middle. I was just about to disown him in front of everyone when he wiggled up to me in the most delightful way and kicked his feet out at me. It reminded me of a bucking horse. I christened him Bucky and decided to keep him, why, I don't know. I guess maybe because I was the Hrst person he came to. From the day we got him he had an unpredictable nature, but some of his traits made him all the more lovable. For instance, he would play ferociously with me, bite with all his might, and then run away. The next moment he would be licking me until I was drenched. Another cute trick fprobably accidentalj was to climb on some wooden boxes that stood near a window. He would put his front paws on the Window- pane and tap with his nails. He almost always did that when we were eating. Some- times, peering in at us, he looked almost human. There was only one instance when I knew him to shy away from people. When an older person, smelling either of perfume or tobacco came near, Bucky merely growled, showed his teeth, and walked away. He looked terribly comical when he did this even though it was done in utmost seriousness. Bucky, as he grew older, grew quite handsome. His legs lengthened, and he grew big enough so that he couldn't hide in his lop-ears. His coat grew into a fine, thick one and changed from a ratty mouse color to a sort of gold. But now, Bucky is dead. He died one morning as he was going to walk to school with me. He had run across the street to chase a squirrel, and after finding that the squirrel resorted to unsportsmanly tactics, he came back across the street to me. As he came I yelled, but it was too late! A delivery truck was bearing down on him. There was a horrible screeching of brakes, and then it was over. Bucky, fatally hurt, crawled painfully towards me. He looked at me with his big, sorrowful eyes and licked my face with his tongue. Then with his head in my lap, he died. HELEN HARTFIEL Form II 44 THE FLAME L'HEUBE UUE J'AMIE LA MIEUX UATRE heures! La cloche sonne, et l'ecole est finie pour un jour. Toutes les jeunes filles s'elancent dans le vestiaire et puis se precipitent hors du batiment. Quand je suis partie de l'ecole, l'heure que j'aime la mieux commence. Entre quatre heures et cinq heures c'est mon heure. Pendant cette heure je fais les choses que j'aime le mieux, Ie vais chez mes amies ou elles viennent chez moi. Nous parlons, mangeons, et jouons des disques de phonograph. Quelque fois nous nous arretons au magasin et buvons des usodasl' que j'aime beaucoup. S'il fait tres beau et qu'une des jeunes filles a un auto, nous allons en auto dans la campagne, et nous nous amusons bien. Les autres fois quand il fait beau je joue au badminton avec mes freres. Au printemps, quand j'ai la fievre de printemps' les jeux et les promenades sont mes passe-temps favoris. Quand il fait mauvais ou je ne veux pas voir d'autres personnes, je retourne chez moi tout de suite. Ie lis un bon livre ou je joue du piano. Liun ou l'autre est agreable parce que tous les deux sont mes autres passe-temps favoris. A cinq heures et demie j'aide ma mere avec le diner. Apres le diner je lave la vais- selle et puis fais mes devoirs. Mes heures sont tres occupees mais l'heure entre quatre heures et cinq heures est mon heure et je fais les choses que j'aime la mieux, puisque c'est llheure que j'aime! ANNE Mom Form V AN OBSERVATION- HERE she is, busying herself about that which she does so often that I can see her doing it even when I think about her. At present she is sitting with her hands, ever busy, running through stacks of papers. Wait! She must have lost one, for she is searching in that quiet, frantic way of hers. A frown may be seen on her forehead as she hunts through schedules and miscellaneous reports. Ah! There it is! She runs a hand over the harassed brow and takes a pencil from her hair. Leaning on her hands, she reads the schedule over, occasionally glancing at the library clock. Yes, Miss Ware, the day is almost done! She begins to put her desk in order, working as though against time, for as so many have observed, her work is never finished. She hesitates for a moment, glancing at us, then strides noiselessly out of the room. In a minute's time she is back, her hands securing the neat roll at the back of her head. She picks up a book and places it on a pile at the opposite end of her desk. She starts a trifle as the bell rings. A tiny sigh escapes her, and she looks cheerfully over at us as we babble noisily to each other. Another day gone! CAROL PEET Form IV THE FLAME 45 MOI ET MA RADIO E MATIN quand je mieveille sans ouvrir les yeux je fais marcher ma radio. Quelque fois lihomme dit d'une voix endormie, Bonjour, il est six heures ici a Denver. Mais les autres fois j'entends Le Malt-0-meal, si bon et si nourrissant, le cereal pour toute la famille. A sept heures et demic il y a une reclame horrible pour the Minne- apolis Morning Tribune. Cette fois ma mere, mon pere, et mon frere se levent. Ma mere m'appelle. Ie dois me lever aussi. Belle Winston vient de Hnir de parle de beaux chapeaux noirs, rouges, bleus, ou bruns avec des Heurs jaunes. Ils coutent trois dollars quatre-vingt-dix-huit cents. Ie me leve lentement. Puis Bing Crosby chante, ':H0me on The Rangef' Apres cette belle chanson et quand je fais mon lit l'announceur dit aux enfants heureux qu'ils n'auront pas d'eeole aujourd'hui parce que la neige est tres profonde. Il est huit heures moins le quart. Ie fais marcher ma radio. ik :lk Ik is :Ks Quand j'arrive chez nous apres l,ecole j'aide 'ma mere a preparer le diner. Notre radio est dans le porcheau soleil, pour cette raison il faut que les hommes et les femmes parlent a haute voix. Mon pere peut ecouter de son bureau. Apres le diner vient la vaiselle et avec la vaiselle vient Record Session. Il a un grand prix toutes les semaines. Puis, j'etudie. Et je telephone. Maintenant Dinah Shore chante sa derniere Chanson et je dois me coucher. Il fait le linge plus propre plus vite! Ie m'endors,-je dors- MARY ELSINCER Form V BOOKS NTIL I was eight years old, I was an only child and had never had any intimate friends. All the other little girls already had their special friends. I was lonelier than I knew. I remember learning to read in first grade. Reading fascinated meg led me on to the next page, the next chapter, the next book. There was a whole new world I'd never dreamed of set before me on a printed page. All the friends and comradeship I hadn't known before were there for me to take. By the time I reached fourth grade, I didn't play with the other children, I played alone . . . or I read. Later I did make friends, but I always came back to my books. I might lose a friend or move away from home, but I knew I'd never lose a story. Now, my library grows with every Christmas and birthday. To me, books are like people, each with its own personality. For instance, the Arabian Nights is an Eastern prince, rich and powerful in his golden palace. Tom Sawyer is a small boy and a great river. Robin Hood is merrie Englande's carefree band of forest outlaws. The Robe is ancient Rome alive again. Kim is the life and country of India. These are only a few. Having a hundred-odd books in my room is like having so many friends whom I love and care for, and who guide and comfort me. That's why I've never been so lonely since I've known and loved books. MARGARET METCALF Form III 46 THE.FLAME THE AMUSEMENT PARK UST rest your head back on a nice soft chair and try to imagine a lovely summer's day. Next try to imagine yourself on a big bus with lots and lots of children destined for a big amusement park. You arrive, step out of the bus, and stand looking up at the huge roller coaster that rises way above the trees. On either side of you are side-shows including the bearded lady, the sword swallower, and the fire eater. You stand there in amazement looking at all the wonders of an amusement park. Suddenly your friend, let's call her Sally, pulls you over to the huge, breath-taking roller coaster. You hurriedly take out your money, say, One, please, and take your seat in one of the little cars. As soon as you are on your way up the first mountain-like hill, you get a funny feeling in your stomach. Then as you go down you open your mouth to scream, but only a faint, whispering sound escapes from your lips. Down and up, up and down, over and over again. Then you hear a welcome voice say, l'All outf, At last the ride is over and you weakly tumble out of your seat onto the inviting ground. Now you have a chance to suggest a ride. Of all the rides on the grounds, you wonder what to choose. YVhy, of course, the merry-gtyround, the nice, tame, quiet merry- go-round, will be just the thing. Sally chooses a black charger, and you choose the brown one with the white mane next to Sally's. Up and down, around and around. You get off and decide you're hungry. A carameled apple and a box of popcorn ought to hold you for a while. Over to the stand you go. The man who runs the place is big and fat with dark curly hair. He says to you, 'LWhata vill eet be fora youa? You politely say, Two carameled apples and two boxes of popcorn. You pay the man and walk OE, very happy with your purchase. Now you're headed for a side-show. The sign reads, The Three Littlest People in the Worldf, You go in and take a chair. Pretty soon the people start to applaud, and from a little door on the stage appear the 'AThree Littlest People in the YVorld.,' They dance, sing and are very, very funny. THE FLAME 47 Once out of the big tent you go on some more rides-the Ferris wheel, the airplanes, the rocket ship. Then it is time to get on the big bus and very unwillingly start for home.. But all this time you are on a big soft chair instead of a bumpy bus, and you are already home. Your mother comes into the room and tells you that youire going away. And before you know it, you are in the car rolling over the hills of country land. Then you reach your destination. As you step out of the car, you hear a thundering sound. You look up and see the large, breath-taking roller coaster reaching far above the trees. PHYLLIS Sronmaizc Form II LES RESOLUTIONS POUR L'ANNEE NOUVELLE 'AI beaucoup de resolutions pour liannee nouvelle. Voice ma liste: il y a sur cette liste ces mots: le premier janvier 1. Ie ne me facherai jamais, ni avec mes parents, ni avec mes soeurs, ni avec mes amies. Ie ne parlerai jamais a haute voix, en colere. 2. Ie me leverai de bonne heure le matin tous les jours, et, j'apporterai son petit dejeuner a ma mere. Puis je ferai mon lit et donnerai au chien quelque chose a manger. Le samedi, j'aiderai ma mere a faire la cuisine. 3. Ma chambre sera, tout le temps, tres nette. Mes vetements ne seront jamais sur le plancher. 4. Le soir, si je vais a une fete ou au cinema, je retournerai de bonne heure. Ainsi, mai mere ne sera pas inquiete. 5. I'ecrirai a mes deux soeurs une lettre fa chacunej par semaine. 6. Ie ne telephonerai pas longtemps parce que peut-etre une autre personne chez nous voudrait telephoner. 7. Ie n'ecouterai pas la T.S.F. en etudiant. 8. Ie ne demanderai pas a mes parents de pouvoir conduire liauto trop souvent. Ils aiment aussi a conduire. Mais siils me laissent conduire notre auto, j'en prendrai soin. Apres avoir ecrit cette liste, j'etais fatiguee. Et je niavais plus de resolutions. Aujourd'hui, c'est le premier fevrier. Hier j'etais tres fachee avec ma mere. ll faisait du vent, et il pleuvait, mais elle ne mia pas laisse conduire l'auto a l'ecole. Aujourd'hui j'etais en retard en me levant. Ie ne me suis pas levee avant huit heures, et il faut que je parte a huit heures dix. Ma mere a prepare un bon petit dejeuner pendant ces dix minutes, mais je n'ai pas eu le temps de faire mon lit. Et, quand je suis partie, ma chambre n'etait pas nette. Ce soir mon ecole a une fete. Nous patinerons, nous jouerons a la balle, nous danserons. Iiespere que ma mere me laisse rester a la fete tard. Mais je ne pense pas car elle m'a punie parce que j'ai telephone a Sally hier soir quand mere voulait me telephoner. ' Helas! I'ai oublie. Cette histoire c'etait soi-disant l'histoire de mes resolutions pour l'anne 1946. C'etaient de belles resolutions, n'est-ce pas? EDITH NYE French V 48 THE FLAME J OUR MONA LISA UNDAY was the day chosen to move our Mona Lisa. Not just because Sunday is the day when my father is home to do odd jobs, but because this is a quiet, holy day, and Mona would be upset under other conditions. This thing which is so sacred to us is only a picture. Our picture isn't even a dupli- cate of the real Mona Lisa, but she has eyes which seem to know everyone and every- thing as the famous painting does. I think the real name of our painting is Spring, but that always sounds like cows in a fresh green pasture to me and not our beautiful lady. Ever since I can remember we've called her nOur Mona g the name Spring is merely the name printed on the label on the back. Whenever we move our picture, which has been done only twice in my lifetime, it's an all morning project. This time when we decided to move her, it took hours of plan- ning and ladder adjusting before the great step was taken. My father and I were to be the lifters, and Mother was to stand below and say, Over to the right a little more or lust down about an inch. This move was undoubtedly the hardest of any in Mona's career, because she had to be carried up the stairs and hung on the landing. We tugged, pulled, raised, and lowered her for most of the morning. Mother ran from the top to the bottom of the stairs, looking at our picture to be sure enough light would shine on her from the window. When we Hnally finished, everyone looked satisfied, even Mona. She looked most dignified in her new place. I Maybe this treasure of ours is just a huge hulking thing to our friends, and it most certainly is an eyesore. Even we realize that she and her frame are much too big for our house, but we love her anyway. The frame around her is a massive gold leaf affair and a great deal too elaborate for the rest of the furnishings. When my brother and I were small, my father and mother used to hide Easter eggs in the notches of the leaf design on the frame, and hide millions of them. My brother was even caught throwing darts at Mona Lisa once. This wasnlt done for spite. It was just done because Mona was so big that she made an excellent ta1'get. She is a lovely Italian woman with soft dark skin and dark brown hair hanging long over her shoulders. Mona has no doubt been picking flowers in the woods, because she has roses in her arms and in her hair. I have always wished I had a dress as beau- tiful as hers. Never in my life have I seen such a shade of blue. Mother copied this dress for me once to wear to a dancing school party. The day of the party I developed the chickenpox, so I cried and cried because I couldn't Wear the dress and look like Mona. Mona Lisa's eyes, which give her her name, seem almost human. When anyone is sad, Worried, or angry, so is our lady. At night if I arrive home a little after the appointed bounds of time, her eyes seem to smile at me as I come upstairs. Now that Mona is settled in her new place on the landing she must be extremely happy. Her eyes can follow us as we eat dinner downstairs, and as we go to our rooms upstairs. One thing has always bothered me about Mona. What would we be able to do with her if we had a fire? I'm afraid that such a thing would be fatal to Mona Lisa, and we would feel as unhappy as if we had lost a member of the family. MARNIE CUDXVORTH Form VI 50 THE FLAME .sv , ,.' ti, 5 -,5 '- 5 .1- -' Q,-,tg , ,. 5. f, .2.9ff2 3 'ir' .2 - Hi if J A1 I' Lg f.,,L 3. 5 V ,536 .513 . v.: , Q 1-fm-f. n , 'L , -,Ls greg cf 1.3.- . 1-'fy -lzff D . A '45- ' V -4, my n-fm:-f -51 as , - , 1,1 '.. Hs .. - -' ' - . . :'14i', - ' - uw -.aria ., . ,- . 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He peered through his spectacles at the weather forecasts in the morning paper. Ah, but he was a sick man! The cold, dead air outside suddenly began whispering a timid warning to the coun- tryside. Then with a deep, rumbling cough, the heavens spat out their burdens of wind, rain, and hail. Mr. Magbaum, gazing sullenly into the fire, jumped up with a start, and his spec- tacles slid to the end of his red nose. Very ably he walked to the window and regarded the wild turmoil. He wondered when his evening paper would come. The Hre in the hearth, cackling like a merry witch, spread warm comfort through- out the room. Mr. Magbaum, with sudden decision, started for the kitchen-but remem- bering that he was a sick man, decided against it. Waddling back to the fire, he very thoughtfully seated himself, sank deep into the soft cushions, and pulled the blanket up to his ears. How ill he was! There was no justice in the world. Such loud thunder. If the storm had eased, Mr. Magbaum was not aware of it at the time. He awoke to the hissing of the last dying embers and the sound of rain plucking fretfully at the windowpanes as if entreating entrance. He was dozing off again when the sharp peal of the doorbell aroused him. No justice! No justice whatsoever. He staggered forward. On the porch, shivering with cold and soaked to the skin, stood the little newsboy still wearing his habitual grin. The door opened, and Mr. Magbaum's nose appeared. Well, what do you want? Your paper, sirf' said the boy. I thought Fd better not leave it out in this weather. Wellly' said Mr. Magbaum, inching himself farther through the crack, as if he were afraid the poor fellow might try to gain entrance to his warm sanctuary. Welll Of all the lazy, good-for-nothing boys! Do you realize this delivery is forty-five minutes late? What do you get paid for, anyway? Sorry, sir,,' replied the boy moving off into the rain. Mr. Magbaum slammed the door and went back to his chair by the Hre. MOLLY SIINIPSON Form IV THE FLAME 51 4. JENNY OVV'S that again, Mame? You say fry ,em first, then put 'em in a casserole, then in a hot oven? They'd better turn out swell like those we had to club, ,cause Mr. and Mrs. Brewster are coming for dinner and Marn,s kinda sweet on Pete. You say you thought Pete was to war? Well, he is, but we gotta have his folks like Marn, too. I gotta get those potatoes peeled now, Mame. Thanks-see ya Sundayf, This was the conversation that I awoke to hear last Saturday. I thought how lucky we were to have jenny here to take such an interest in us all. She always worries about me to such an extent that it becomes annoying. When I arrived downstairs, Ienny was chatting to herself and the dog above the noise of the vacuum cleaner. The entire living room was on end. An outsider would have thought we were spring house cleaning, or at least preparing for a visit from some high nobility. To a Cudworth, it was just Ienny getting the house ready for the guests she liked. If ever there existed a matchmaker, it was our old, romantic, housekeeper. Ienny has always taken much more interest in the male visitors than the female ones. Now she is determined to brew up something between Pete and me. I think the reason she likes him so well is that he always tells her how good the MBrownies', and the angel food cake are. Nothing pleases jenny more than to hear a compliment on some of her cooking. Sometimes she bakes even on her day off if she thinks I might be having callers. Her explanation is, HAW, I love to H11 up them kids. Ya know they don,t get good cakes to warf' Mother knows that it's no use arguing. Every other week Ienny packs boxes of cookies and sends them to my brothers. She worries herself sick until the boys write home saying that the cookies arrived and tasted good. Whenever she gets excited about something, she is as jumpy as she can be. The day of the Brewster dinnerv she was worse than ever. Ienny had hardly finished two potatoes before she decided to clean the living room. As soon as she had the living room furniture in a heap, she decided to arrange the flowers on the table. All the time she was complaining about how much she had to do. Mother tried to tell her that the living room was clean enough before, but jenny answered as usual, f'I,m just not made that Way. I've got to prove to myself that I'm a good housekeeper. Her answer for almost every- thing is that sheis not made that way. Iohn, the milkman, soon arrived on the scene of action. jenny and Iohn are of about the same vintage, and they both seem to have the same sense of humor. The best thing that happens during the day is Iohn's arrival when he and Ienny have a chance to discuss the weather, the butter situation, and the letter someone received from his son whois to war. This particular day Ienny commented on the new uraise' in butter points and Iohn said, Aw, no use kickinf Iust wear out the soles of yer shoesf' Ienny still tells everyone this joke and nearly kills herself laughing every time. By mid-afternoon the house was put together again, except for the kitchen. Potatoes were piled high in the sink, the dough was rising for rolls, the chickens were in the oven, and now the pie was being made. Ienny and the dog were in a tizzy again. News- papers were spread all over the kitchen floor. Qlt had to be washedj 'Tm just made that wayi' was her only explanation. When Ienny finally got her kitchen in order, she went upstairs to do the same for herself. This process takes nearly as long as preparing the meal. Her hair, which always looks neat enough to be a wig, is another thing she worries and complains about. Her waves have to be redone with huge metal things when one hair is out of place. She also has three spit curls which must turn exactly the right way, or she complains about 52 THE FLAME how awful she looks. By the time the Brewsters arrived Ienny had finished with her- self and was down putting parsley on the chicken. As she was serving the dinner, you could see how pleased she was with it. Ienny is still telling her sister-in-law Mame about the wonderful pie she made, because Mr. Brewster told her that he had never eaten a better one. I don't know why the Brewsters should like me after eating Ienny's delicious dinner, but she was sure they did, and We never argue with Ienny. MrXRNIE CUDWORTH Form VI MY DAZE OME on, dear. It's time to get up. With this happy phrase, I get up each morning. Monday through Friday. My first move is to try to find the radio knob. The programs at this hour are usually invigorating. For instance, there is f'Mountain Moods cn WDGY. This type of pro- gram may be enjoyed only by those lucky people who can yodel along with the cowboy. Next, on WTCN, there is Hfteen minutes of world news. This is particularly stimu- lating to those who have current history, first period. The radio being a complete and total loss, I manage to climb out of bed. Then I begin putting my uniform on. The uniform worn every day by the students of the Summit School is really quite intriguing. First I put on a white blouse which is usually devoid of buttons. The blue jumper worn over it comes to the First button or buttonhole, as the case may be. The jumper is tied in the middle with a belt, necktie, scarf, or what-have-youf, Because the intended waist is two inches below the belt, I have that 1921 Vogue, look. After this comes the blue cardigan. This has long sleeves which are pushed up to just above the elbow. The uniform being adjusted to the proper degree of neatness, I drag myself wearily down to breakfast. At this time I read the funnies and see what the movies are. This does me no good, as I canit go to one on a school night. At least I know what I'm missing. Breakfast ends with the much detested vitamin pill, which is supposed to make me feel alive and urevitalizedf' I'm revitalized enough to know that I haven't read the current history for Hrst period. After breakfast I gather books, scarf, coat, and the et ceteras and leave the house to meet Caddie. On the way to school I meet the same people at the same place every day. Once I heard one woman say to her friend, Isn't she a strange child? She's so pale she looks like a refugee. I wonder where she goes to schoolf, Whenever I pass her now, I think of her words. However, I do feel a little better, because she said them before I started taking my vitamin pills. I often think of asking her if she sees any improvement. I meet Caddie at the church at 8:20, and we trudge to school. The conversation runs about like this: ' Did anyone call you last night?,' Nope, Me either. 'Tm so tired I could dropf, So'm I. At about this time We meet the happy throngs from the streetcar, and life brightens up a little. Itis 8:30 by the mortuary clock, and we run the rest of the way to Summit Glorious. BARBARA FULLER Form V THE FLAME 53 8:05 SPECIAL VVAS eating a half-toasted piece of bread when the telephone rang. I rushed through the door, tripped over a pile of laundry at the bottom of the stairs, and managed to answer it by the third ring. Hello? Hi, Lu, how are we getting to school? Kitty's cheery voice sounded over the wire. I guess we're going on our feetfl HO. Kf, This admittance of the sorrowful fact was in a less cheery tone. 8:05?', 08:05. G'bye.,' Byef, This enlightening conversation takes place five days of the week for thirty-two u weeks in the year. We invariably walk every day except for the coldest days in the winter, when some doting father crams us all in his car. I stuffed down the rest of my breakfast, threw on my coat, picked up my books, and yelled goodbye to anyone who might want to listen. I slammed the door, hoping to Wake my sleeping brother, whom I envied with all my heart, and turned at the bottom of the steps toward Kitty's house. The grass between Kitty,s house and mine was worn away to a path. The paper boy and I used it regularly. I went up on the porch, picked up the paper, rang the doorbell, and pushed the door open. Kitty came out, and between putting on her coat and saying goodbye, we managed to say, Hi, We left her house, walked up our street to the corner, and turned the corner. At the Driscoll's house we saw Marnie's and Billie Io's books on the front stoop. Good,,' Kitty said to me, Uwelre on timef' At Goodrich we turned towards school and plodded on. We approached Millicent's block, and, as usual, she and Molly were nowhere in sight. We sat on somebody's stone wall and waited. A shrieking mob of juniors passed us. Suddenly Kitty dashed out into the street, and I hurried after her. She had seen some third formers on bicycles and wanted them to take her books. After much persuading, we managed to dump the majority on them. Iust as lane and Marcia caught up with us, we saw Molly and Millicent turn the corner. When they reached us, Marcia declared, You kids, we'll never make it! It's 8:20 now. '6Oh, yes, we will, Millicent stubbornly insisted. Look at the seniors behind us, and they have to be on timef' 'fWhy?,' I asked. There followed a long argument on the subject of latenessg and as it reached its peak, a long red ear zoomed by with Sally and Lesser hanging out of the windows laugh- ing at us. It never works to beg a ride from them, but we always groan anyway as they pass us by. When we reached the block before school, we saw the two boys who thumb for a ride every morning. VVe crossed the street, and on the corner waiting for us were the dogs which escort us to school. They were mostly mixtures, but we could tell that there was one pure golden Labrador. . As we walked into the yard at school, we saw some girls hanging out the locker room window yelling at us to hurry. We ran inside just as the hrst bell rang, and Millicent looked around with a victorious glance and said, What did I tell you-8:05 special, right on time! LUCY jAcKsoN Form IV 541 THE FLAME EXPECTATION ' RRIVING eight-thirty on Hiawatha stop Love. She grinned happily under heavy comforters and screwed up her toes with joy under the smooth sheets. It was now seven-thirty, but she wanted to wait as long as possible before getting dressed. It was much more exciting to hurry dressing and rush down to the station than it was to have time hang heavy. She knew how long the family had waited for that telegram, and now it was finally here. Her thoughts came more and more rapidly as the moments clicked slowly, oh, so slowly, away. Finally it was seven forty-five, time to get up. She leaped out of her cozy bed and joyfully threw on her clothes. Her best skirt, white sweater, stockings and red spike heels. The sun cast a golden glow around her as she fussed. It was streaming through her window in a wide yellow ribbon. She pulled up the shades and looked out. The snow was falling in a very special way, and the ground looked like one lump of sterilized white fluff. Thoughtfully she gazed out at it for a minute, the window pane brightly reflecting her face-what next? Oh yes, breakfast. She ran downstairs and into the kitchen. The coffee smelled like coffee never had before, and the eggs seemed a golden disk set in white-but then, Mom was a real cook. She shot a Goooood morning, didja sleep well? at her mother. Not waiting for the reply, she sat down and began dreaming of just the expression she would wear: a little Garbo with maybe a touch of Bacall, and- The words Eat your breakfast, dear, before it's cold, and don't just stare off into spacel' interrupted her reverie. Regretfully the eggs were finished. You know looking at the clock won't help things, Mary. If you watch a kettle it never boils. That saying was a pet of Mom's, but somehow this morning it didn't irritate her as much as usual. Obediently she scraped up the egg with toast and won- dered whether the blue or brown hat would be better. You'll have to go now, dear, and be careful driving. Winter is different from sum- mer, you knowf' She glanced at the clock. Mom was right, she would have to hurry. She slid into the hall and got her coat. See you, she caroled and zoomed into the newly polished car. She went through a stop sign at the top of the hill and skidded all the way down it, but, even so, she realized this morning how nice winter could be. There werenit many people on the streets, and she could hear no raucous horns honking and no street- car brakes slamming. At last the station loomed up. She parked the car and ran in. lt was eight twenty-five exactly. The Hiawatha from Chicago due in at eight-thirty on time? she asked. Right on time, Miss. Track fourteen, the gateman mumbled through a wad of tobacco. She's coming in now, I think. She ran toward track fourteen and arrived there just as the people began to come off the train. The sailors looked gleaming in their Navy blue, and some of their wives were carrying the cutest babies. Even the Army drab looked neat and quite clean. More and more people swung out of the corridor and minutes passed. Surely held be next! She kept straining her eyes for a well-remembered Marine uniform and tousled redhead. Her heart suddenly skipped two beats. There he was!-But, no, that man didn't really look like him. The Navy and Army men were rapidly becoming a blur of blue and khaki, and the voices of wives and babies began to suffocate her reason. Everyone that was coming had come. Tears stung in her eyes, but she blinked them back. He must be there, but he just wasnlt. She rushed frantically to the gateman. Are you sure that was the Hiawatha and that everyone's off? she pleaded. lt was, and they are,', came the laconic answer, muffled by tobacco. THE FLAME 55 MOTHER NIGHT She turned and stumbled out. Through a haze she was conscious that her shoes hurt and that her sweater scratched. The doors opened and she walked out, the bitter wind cutting her. Taxi, Miss? someone yelled. She walked on unheeding. The snow had stopped falling. Many people had trampled it to a dark and dirty gray. Thick smoke from the neighboring factories blotted out the bright sun. DORIS ROSENHOLTZ Form V l was playing in the yard With a bunch of small toy cars, When along came Mother Night With her apron full of stars. She tread so very softly i That I scarce knew she was there, And I Watched her hang her lantern, The moon, upon the air. Go sdftly, night, go gently, night, Q Small children are asleep. Draw close your cloak of velvet black, The road to Day is steep. Soon the little baby stars Were all scattered from her lap. Their playground was the sky, you see, Behind the long day's nap. And then .the wee small elfins Had come outside to play. Their steeds were silver moonbeams, And their path, the Milky Way. Go softly, night, go gently, night, Small children are asleep. Draw close your cloak of velvet black, The road to Day is steep. Around the fairy grass ring Danced creatures of the night, While the day, still dimly seen Crept softly out of sight. I saw the black clad sandman As through the night he sped, And gently, gently as could be, He sent me off to bed. Go softly, night, go gently, night, Small children are asleep. Draw close your cloak of velvet black, The road to Day is steep. MOLLY SIMPSON Form IV THOROUGHBRED A small chestnut head ' With a golden mane. - Two deep dark eyes That prove heis game. Four flashing hooves That tell to all He's fast in speed, Yetthatis not all. 56 A short deep back For jumping well. A Rowing tail His beauty tells. But best of all, Those deep dark eyes That show heis game And tell no lies. LYNN W1aY12RHAEUsER Form III THE FLAME Wm wwtw 4 -aw As a special writing assignment the members of Form IV were asked to write stories for children of elementary school age. The stories which the class voted the best were read to the elementary school in an assembly. They were such a' success that we decided to print a few of them in T1-ns FLAME. MUUNTAIN FUGITIVE I HE heat was shimmering from the pavement as Char walked toward home. This week had been almost unbearable. Thank goodness they were leaving tomorrow for their new summer home in the mountains. According to Chris, her twin, the house was long and low-one of those modern summer homes. It was on a lake, with a good dock and even a boat. Chris had gone with Dad when he was buying it. She had Wanted to go too, but, no, she must help Mom get things put away out of reach of moths for the summer. Char stopped to pick up the Seattle Times before opening the front door. Her eye was caught by an article headed, Soldier recently returned from overseas, kills wife and disappears with twelve-year-old sonf' Oh, how awful! Honestly, there wasnit one day when the paper didn't hold news of some accident or misfortune. On stepping inside she was greeted by a shout from Chris, who was evidently enraged by something. Probably the cat had been into his chemistry set again. When Char came in, he was on the floor of the den tenderly picking up the pieces of a most precious test tube. He was star chemist in his class and very proud of the fact, sometimes painfully so. But in spite of this he really was awfully good to her. He even let her go to the movies with him occasionally. II The car lurched and bumped over the deeply rutted road as if it were crazy. Char and Chris had their hands full. They were trying to keep the groceries Mom had bought in Suma, a little town halfway up the mountain, from spilling out of the box that was on the seat between them. They had been riding for two hours with no stop except in Suma, and Char was beginning to wonder if they would ever get to their new cottage. On both sides you could see forests of tall pines and on ahead the road disappearing around a bend. The car turned, and there, sparkling through the trees, was a beautiful crystal-clear lake. On all sides it was surrounded by mountainous hills. They had come through the only pass into the valley. Iust ahead they could see their house snuggling on the lap of the hill. Tall pines grew all around it and had strewn the ground with their needles, making a soft blanket underfoot. Behind it the hill rose almost perpendicularly. lt was covered with trees and looked impossible to climb. Nevertheless, Char challenged Chris, I'll bet I could beat you to the top. Chris accepted, but Mom intervened, L'The First thing you do is to help unload all this stuff? It wasnlt till after dinner that everything was put away in its proper place. After Char was in bed, she lay awake remembering Mom had said that she and Chris could take their lunch and go exploring tomorrow. She wanted to climb the hill and see what was on the other side. Perhaps they might find a cave. III The next morning Char got up early to get breakfast. When she opened the breadbox, she noticed there wasnlt any white bread. She was certain she had put it there herself last night.-Oh-probably Chris was up to his old tricks, eating in the middle of the night! Honestly, why couldn't he have taken dark bread. He knew Dad liked white best. Iust then, Chris entered. 58 THE FLAME Why'd you take the white bread? Canlt you ever fill that stomach of yours? But, Char, I didn't! pleaded Chris. Well, who did then? I-Ie was beginning to get a little cross. All I know is that I didn't!,' O. K. I'm sorry for accusing you falsely, but Iid still like to know how a whole loaf of bread can just disappear. i Now that they were back on somewhat friendly terms, Chris decided to tell her what he'd seen this morning. Perhaps it tied in with the missing loaf of bread. Char- you know the funniest thing. This morning around five, when I had to go out, I saw a boat out on the lake. I think it was ours-- Char loved exciting, mysterious things and immediately decided there must be an escaped convict hiding somewhere near, who had taken the bread and had had their boat out on the lake. It would be a swell plan for them to capture him single handed. They might even get a medal or something. Chris-let's not tell Mom about the bread. It'd be fun if we could capture Mr. X ourselves. Let's take our lunch and go now while they're still asleep. I could squeeze the orange juice and set the table so Mom won't be too mad, and we could write a note and just tell her that we wanted an early start. O, K. Let's! Char and Chris determined to examine the ground about the house in search of tracks and to meet at the back door. Chris, having covered his section of the grounds, went to the rear stoop to wait for Char. As he was about to sit down, he heard her utter an excited exclamation. In his haste to get to her, he didn't notice he was obliterating some footprints that led from where she knelt at the corner of the house. CHRIS! Look what you've done. We won't be able to follow them now! Oh, golly! I'm sorry. But look in the mud. There where the rain pipe dripped. At least we know it must be a small man. See how little the impression isf' Yes! And look! It points uphill. Let's race each other to the top and see if We can find anything up there. They set out at a great pace but soon slowed up. The climbing certainly was not easy. On nearing the top Char looked back, and felt very superior when she saw Chris, not far from her, sprawled flat on the ground. Heid probably stumbled on an exposed root. The clumsy ox! She turned and was about to take a step. She checked herself just in time. The hill was cut off just as if a giant had wanted a slice and had come with a butcher knife to help himself. Char looked down over the edge and shuddered to think that, even now, she might be at the bottom of the cliff. There was nothing to break the fall save a root just below the ledge on which she was standing and down below, about two hundred feet, was a bed of nice hard jagged rocks. The next moment Char was startled by a triumphant shout from Chris. She turned, and there he stood, the wrapping of their loaf of bread held high in his hand. They searched the ground for more clues but there were none. They were greatly disappointed and decided they'd have to give up the search when Char remembered what Chris had said about the boat. Perhaps if they got up very early and hid in it, they might catch Mr. X. Chris pounced on the idea. They made their plans for the next day. Chris would wake up early as usual and then go and waken her. IV Even though the birds had started to sing, the sun hadn't even peeked over the edge of the hill, and Char was nearly frozen lying in the bottom of the boat. She was scared, too. What if Mr. X was a murderer? He'd kill them for sure. He wouldn't want them to give away his whereabouts. Oh, dear! Why had they ever tried to catch him? Suddenly she tensed. Were those the footsteps of someone creeping onto the dock? She didn't dare look. Right over her head she heard a soft cry of surprise, and looking THE FLAME 59 down at her was the frightened face of a boy about thirteen. He was barefooted, dressed in blue jeans, and carried a fishing pole made of what looked like a very young pine tree. Chris was the first to find his tongue. Aren't you a criminal?-oh, dear-but maybe you can help us find him. What's your name?', Mark, Char thought she ought to be friendly, too, so she asked him if he wouldn,t like to have breakfast with them. He looked like a frightened fawn and mumbled, No, thanks. Chris tried a new approach, You've your fishing pole. VVhy don't we all go out in the boat together? We could pretend weire in a lifeboat way out in the middle of the ocean and haven't had any food for weeks. Our only hope is catching fish with your polef' ' Mark seemed to like the idea, for he climbed into the boat and took hold of the oars. They had been quietly fishing for about five minutes when Char asked, Do you live near here? Maybe we could meet every morning like this and come and fishf, I'd like to but, well, you see, I'm not sure my father would want me to leave him every morning. He's not too wellf' Since you canit come and see us, maybe we can come and see you. Where do you live?', Char was startled by his answer. UNO! No! You must not come to see me! But upon looking into his face, she realized that it wasn't dislike for her that kept him from being friendly. It was as if he were afraid, terribly afraid, of having some secret of his discovered. Then, also, she found she couldnlt help liking him. His face was friendly. He had a long nose but when he smiled it crinkled up like a bunny rabbits Upon looking into Chris's eyes she saw that he had seen what she had and also liked Mark. They both must have resolved to do the same thing, because from then on they asked him no more questions but abandoned themselves to the game Chris had suggested. Suddenly they realized the sun was well over the edge of the hills. Mark seemed anxious to be off before anybody in the family got up, so they took the boat in. Mark thanked them and started up the hill behind their house. V Dad was carving the chicken when Char heard a knock on the door. She hastened to say, I,ll get it, Momf, Mother was always annoyed when they were interrupted in the middle of dinner. As she hurried towards the door, Char wondered who it could be. Perhaps it's Mark wanting help for his father. He hadnft met them this morning to go fishing. She opened the door. How do you do. I,m Nat Serch of the Rocky Mounted Police. Is your father home? When Char thought about it later, she realized she must have stood gawking in amazement for at least a minute before she said, uYes . . . He's in the dining room . . . In here. The man went up to Dad and shook hands. Then Dad followed him out into the hall. Char and Chris were dead with curiosity when they came back walking slowly and talking. H. . . and Iive traced him as far as Suma. I think he must come up around here. Perhaps he's hiding in one of the many caves in these hills. Have you seen any suspi . . . We sure have. He took a whole loaf of bread, and Char and I decided to follow his tracks and capture him. I ,found the wrapper at the top of the hill behind our house, Chris butted in. Good, I see we have a regular young Mountie here. Show me the place where you found it. There was still enough light to see their way to the top. As they climbed, Char 60 THE FLAME warned Nat about the hill. She certainly didn't want him to go hurtling down to the bottom. On reaching the top, Char and Chris sat down. They were pooped. Char wondered what Nat was doing, for he seemed only to be walking around on the stone platform over which she'd nearly fallen yesterday. Suddenly he stooped down and peered over the edge mumbling to himself, lust as I suspected. There is a cave here. Standing up he said, O. K., you. Come out with your hands upf' Char heard a scrambling sound and unexpectedly saw the face of Mark appear over the edge. Then hanging onto the root sheld seen, he clambered up. Nat pulled him to his feet. Wherels your father?,' He . . . he went out last night. In search of food. He told me to stay here till he came back. I thought I heard him once .... He hasn't come back yet. On hearing this, Char had a premonition of disaster. She followed Nat's gaze to the bottom of the cliff. Down among the murky shadows was a soft, dark heap. It didn't look like a rock. VI Char lay in bed thinking. Wasn't it odd that the only article that had caught her eye, Soldier recently returned from overseas, kills wife and disappears with twelve- year-old son,', was to have something to do with her. To think that that same boy was to be her brother. She wondered if Mark would ever get over the horror of seeing his father lying at the bottom of the cliff. Mark was sound asleep in bed with Chris. He'd had a hard time but he was happy now. He was going to have a mom and a dad, and a sister and brother his own age. NEITA COUNTRYMAN Form IV THE SCAHLET SLIPPEBS USIE was a little girl who loved to eat, and any time she saw ice cream, cake, lemon- ade, candy, or cookies, she would eat all she could find. She grew fatter and fatter every day. Her mother began to worry about her. What could she do to make Susie stop eating? One day Susie,s mother brought home a beautiful, dainty pair of scarlet slippers. Oh, I love them, Mommylu Susie exclaimed, her mouth bulging with candy. Some- how she managed to put down her gooey piece of chocolate cake and creamy candy long enough to try them on. She pushed and pushed and squeezed and squeezed, but her feet just wouldn't go into the dainty little slippers. They were too fat. Susie's eyes grew wide, and the tears started to fall. Oh, Mommy, what shall I do?,, she wailed. Well, dear,', her mother explained, if you stop eating all this candy and cake and ice cream, you'll get thin and then maybe the slippers will Ht you! Susie looked at the huge slice of devil's food cake she had been munching and the luscious piece of creamy candy. All rightf' she said, but when dinnertime came, Susie just stuffed and stuffed herself with pie and ice cream. Her mother shook a disappointed head, as she went off to bed. Susie couldnlt help thinking of the dainty little scarlet slippers as she lay in bed. She went to her bedroom window and gazed up at the bright, twinkling stars. Suddenly, to her astonishment, a path from the moon appeared at her window right before her eyes, and she found herself flying through space-up this sparkling, starry trail to the moon. She felt rather dizzy and when the twirling stopped, she was sitting alone on its THE FLAME 61 4 barren surface. My, how good it smelled up there! She tried to get up but couldn't because something sticky prevented her. Looking beneath her, her eyes nearly popped out with surprise and joy. It was caramel! The whole moon was made of caramel! Susie leaned down and ate and ate. She chewed and chewed until she thought her teeth would fall out. The sticky stuff got in her hair and all over her face. It was useless to try to pull away from it, because it had an iron grip on her. She tried to eat away the caramel that stuck to her, but as soon as she had swallowed it, more appeared. Susie began to cry. She hated caramel now. Her stomach was full, but more had to be eaten. She could feel herself getting fatter and fatter. Now I can never wear the scarlet slippers, she thought, sadly. Pretty soon her body grew so big that .it broke away from the moon. Susie started to fall-downward she went towards the earth. Suddenly she landed on something soft, a billowy, white cloud. She tried to fall through it but couldnit so she reached out and grabbed some of the foamy white. It was whipped cream! She ate and ate and ate until it was coming out of her ears. She grew bigger and bigger like a balloon. Pretty soon a tiny hole appeared in the bottom. After a huge struggle Susie pushed herself through and went diving through space towards the earth. A white mass lay in front of her. She sank heavily into its icy depths. Ice cream was everywhere, all around her as far as she could see. Susie began to eat it, but with every mouthful she grew colder and colder until her teeth chartered so fast she could hardly open her mouth. A little later a huge open space appeared ahead of her. It was the ocean. That was cold, too. Susie smelled of it. A lemonade ocean! She was stuffed but didnit know how to swim, so she drank and drank until the ocean was dry. Now she started to walk over the dry land but found her feet sinking into creamy, milk chocolate, her favorite food. Susie was so full she could hardly move, but a little more chocolate w0uldn't hurt. She leaned over and ate and ate. She grew bigger and bigger. The earth grew smaller and smaller. All the ginger bread houses and peppermint fence posts disappeared, too. Susie grew bigger than the earth had been in the beginning. Finally she finished the last piece of chocolate. The earth was gone. She started to fall-down-down-down she went until-bang! Susie opened her eyes. The morning sunlight was streaming through her open window. She found herself sitting on the floor by a torn-up bed. Her mother came rushing in. Susie, are you all right? I heard you fall out of bed! 6'Yes, Mommylf' she said, feeling her stomach. 'fl just had a bad dream! Susie got dressed and went downstairs to breakfast. She saw a dish of caramels and chocolates on the table. She looked at the caramel. That horrible sticky stuff-she could never eat that. She tried a piece of chocolate, but somehow or other it didn't taste very good. She felt so full of it from last night. Her mother rejoiced for Susie had no feeling for any sweets any more. Every day she grew thinner and thinner, until one day when she tried on the dainty scarlet slippers, they Ht her perfectly. So everyone was happy-Susie with her scarlet slippers and her mother with a thin Susie. MOLLY TEASDALE Form IV THE CBACKEB SANDWICHES ENNY KANGAROO hid his cracker sandwiches behind him as he lapped his mother good night. Good night, Mommy. Please donlt get the hiccups again tonight for I'm very tired. His mother said no she would try not to and sat still so Kenny could hop on her knee, onto her arm, and into his hammock. He hid the crackers underneath him and pretended 62 THE FLAME to go to sleep. When he heard his mother snore, he carefully pulled the crackers out and began to munch them. He was very quiet so his mother couldn't hear him. He bit into the first one. It was delicious! He ate the Hrst one in a hurry, and the second one, and the third one, and soon they were all gone. Kenny wiggled happily. Suddenly his mother screamed and jumped high into the air. Ouch! Ouch! Help! I'm being stabbed! She had bounced several times in the air when she realized those horrible prickles came from Kenny's hammock. She put her paw in and dragged Kenny out by the scruff of his neck. Kenny, she said in an awful voice, what are you doing? Kenny trembled with fear. Only eating crackers, Mommyf' he squeeked. His mother was amazed. You sit right down there while I get them out. She was really very angry for there was only one way she knew to get those horrible things out. She put her two paws on the ground. Setting her head between them, her feet rose wobbling into the air. As she tottered back and forth, wonder of wonders, every single one of those scratchy little pieces fell out! They fell all around her head like snowflakes. Three extra big ones fwith peanut buttery landed on her nice wet nose. They tickled so she wrapped her long pink tongue around them. Yummm! Her feet came down with a bang. She caught some of the other crumbs in mid-air. Yummm! Kenny, she called. Kenny trembled and shook. He was afraid she was going to spank him. Kenny, come and make some more of those sandwiches. They're wonderful! And so ever and ever afterward, just exactly one hour before bedtime, Kenny and his mommy get out the peanut butter and the crackers and make themselves four cracker sandwiches apiece. Then Mommy Kangaroo laps Kenny good night, holds herself still while Kenny hops into his hammock, and they both sleep happily all night. PATRICIA GIBBON Form IV FLAME BOARD BARBARA IUDSON, Editor-in-Chief PEGGY DRISCOLL, Assistant Editor Literary Editors, First Semester NANCY GAVER PHYLLIS PORTER EDITH NYE SALLY FITZPATRICK SALLY SEABURY PATRICIA GIBBON LESSER STOLTZE Literary Editors, Second Semester KATE DAVIDSON Co-Art Editors Business Manager EDITH NYE PEGGY DRIscoLL CATHARINE DUNNING SAI-LY SEABURY BARBARA IUDSON . DoRIs ROZENHOLTZ Famlfy Adwfer DEBBIE BUTLER Snapshot Editor MARGARET SPIGER NEITA COUNTRYMAN MARTHA H01-MAN F I A d ' LESSER STOLTZE aw ly N A WSW BETTYE IOHNSON Photographs in this issue are by EVERETT KROEGER THE FLAME 63 MODERN DANCE t The Modern Dance Club is one of the most popular organizations in the school. Its members are chosen by tryouts held at the beginning of the year. The girls are chosen for their skill in techniques and for their creative ability. Some of them have had previous experience in the Iunior Modern Dance Club. The size of the club varies from year to year, but it is kept as small as possible because of the difhculty in Working out dances with a large group. There are sixteen girls in the club this year: Marnie Cudworth, Caddy Dunning, Nancy Gaver, Virginia Gregg, Hope Macartney, Betty Ban- croft, Iane Burr, Teedie Mairs, Sally Seabury, Susan Cammack, Neita Countryman, Mattie Holman, lean Mairs, Nina Steefel, Ioan Storberg, and Kitty Wolff. At our Hrst meeting last fall we started work on a new dance with Vachel Lindsayls poem, The Congo, as our theme. At first We worked in small groups of tour or Hve so that each girl could suggest and try out her own ideas for the dance. Then some of the movements of the smaller groups were combined, and in this way the dance was built up. The English department assisted us in The Congo with choral reading. This year We gave programs at the Thanksgiving assembly and the Parents' Dinner. SERVICE COMMITTEE ECAUSE the war is over and because the Service and War Committees seem to he Working for the same end, we have combined them this year under the executive secretary. Under this secretary are various committees in charge of different branches of the work: Publicity, Sally Ann Bronstien, Ann Moga, Doris Rosenholtzg stamps and bonds, Lucy Iackson, Molly Teasdaleg pledge cards, Ioan Storberg, Barbara Langg volun- teer work, Cynthia Baer, Aleeta Englebert. All through the school year We have kept up the 'weekly sale of stamps and bonds as they are a real investment to be encouraged now as much as ever. The volunteer Work this year has consisted mostly of two groups from the second and third forms doing odd jobs at one of the hospitals. About a dozen girls have vol- unteered for the summer recreation work on playgrounds and in community centers. Tag Day, the purpose of which is to collect money for the Free Bed Fund of the Chil- dren's Hospital, was greeted as enthusiastically as ever, and over fifty girls signed up to help collect the money. X We felt that we could be helping the war-ravished countries of Europe more directly if We conducted a drive for canned foods. The plan was successful and we collected many cans which were immediately put into the proper hands for shipment. This year, we collected, as before, our Community Chest money in two pledges, one in October and the other in April. We were able to present at the annual luncheon the amount of 25400. The Red Cross collections of both the elementary and high school amounted to a little less than last year, but We reached our quota. Something rather unusual happened this year. The junior class became a foster- parent to a little nine-year-old French war orphan named Ieanine Bonnet. The Students' Association very generously donated the money saved by going without dessert one day a Week to the support of this child. The members of the fifth form have sent letters and packages of clothing to the child. Four grateful letters have been received in reply. This project has made us all feel closer and more responsible to those who ask and need our help. TEED113 MAIRS, Executive Secretmy, first semester. SALLIE STOLTZE, Executive Secrelary, second semester. 64 THE FLAME 1 1 1 TQ, Q, A 4 P.. 4 ALICE'S DIARY Dear Diary, Sept. 13-I promise to keep this faithfully all year to tell all the interesting events which take place in Summit School. Today I went to school for the first time at Opening Convoca- tion. I liked it. Sept. 18--Today I really felt like a Summit girl. I had my first full day at school and wore my uniform for the first time. After school there was a tea for the new girls given by the faculty. They weren't too terrifying! Sept. 24-The climax of our student government elections was today-the new officers were inaugurated. It was a very nice ceremony, but I wish I knew the words to the school song. Oct. S-One of the music teachers, Miss Kelly, played a Beethoven sonata in morning assembly. Oct. 5-Tonight was the Sophomore slumber party in the gym. They said the slumber was mostly conspicuous for its absence. Oct. 10--Dr. Luyten explained the intricacies of the atom bomb to us today in language even I could understand. The story of the splitting of the atom, and the construction of the bomb was very interesting. Oct. S-11-Excursions to Community Houses were sponsored by the Service Committee. Oct. 12-Dr. Wallace P. Ritchie, formerly Major, spoke on his experiences as a surgeon in the Medical Corps in North Africa and Italy. Oct. 13-The Juniors had their fling at an overnight at Cynthia Kelley's. It was their third annual one, and there was a big discussion about which was the most fun. Oct. 17-Chaplain fMajorj George Metcalf spoke on his experiences as a chaplain in England and France at the front with General Patton. I had heard a lot of stories about the General, but Major Metcalf really knew him. Oct. 19-There was a general exodus from the school when many of us drove down to Shattuck to see the Academy beat them 37-6! Oct. 24-25-The Freshmen Bathing Beauties entertained us with some rare skits and actions. We all had so much fun. Oct. 26--The Seniors honored the Freshmen Qand the rest of the schoolj with a won- derful Hallowe'en Party. The Sophomores' two skits stole the prize from all the other good ones. Oct. 29-A big day today! NVe moved into the new dining room after a month and a half of meals in the gym. We love it. Oct. 30-Miss Bauvard, secretary of admissions at Sarah Lawrence, became the first of our visitors from the various colleges. Nov. 2-Colonel Rasmussen talked on The Rise and Decline of the Japanese Empiref' Nov. 5-We welcomed the belles of St. Mary's for a play day and hockey games. Nov. 7-Colonel L. B. Von Spach described the work of UNRRA and some of his experi- ences as an administrator in Western Macedonia. Nov. 8-Mrs. Stoltze informally gave a few facts about the Friends Society and their work in Europe to the high school in conference period. Nov. 13-The whole school, from lowest grades up, braved the icy weather to cheer Admiral Halsey, ex-Governor Stassen, and others on their way. Nov. 15--Young People,s Symphony drew a large group from school. Rudolph Serkin was the pianist. Nov. 21-The Modern Dance Club presented the Thanksgiving assembly program. Nov. 21-We heard a lecture by Dr. Ethel Alpenfells of the University of Chicago, an anthropologist. Nov. 26-We had our second college visitor, Margaret Irwin from Pembroke College in Providence, R. I. Nov. 30-A very young pianist, Eugene Young, played for us. Dec. 8-The Seniors, with the help of the S. P. A. Dramatic Club, presented Siriclly Formal, the play written especially for them by Mr. Davidson. It was one of the school's dramatic sellouts. Dec. 5-11-Senior High School Book Week. Dec. Il--Mr. Reuel Harmon talked about his work in the army supplying books, maga- zines, and other printed material to the soldiers. Dec. 12-13--Miss Dorothy Otterson came home after serving with the Red Cross in Italy. Dec. 13-Mrs. Patricia Van Delden gave a picture of the underground work in an occu- pied country, in this case Holland. Dec. 21--The Sophomore Christmas play, Wfby the Chimes Rang, started our Christmas vacation. My, I'm glad it's finally come. Dec. 26-The alumnae gathered for their annual breakfast with Miss Converse. Dec. 27-Tonight was the high light of our vacation-the dance for the three upper forms. It was a great success. 66 THE FLAME Jan. 4-The Freshman Dance wound up vacation for that class. Jan. 7-School re-opened. Jan. 9-Jane Lee Jackson, who had just graduated from Vassar, was able to give us a true picture Jan. 10 Jan. 11 the Army. Jan. 14 Illinois. jan. 18 of life at that college. -The second Young Peoplels Symphony was today. -Mr. Robert Matteson spoke on his work in the Counter-Intelligence Service of Mary Dunning Oppenheimer showed slides of Rockford College, in Rockford, -The Junior Dramatic Club presented 'wo of a series of three one-act plays, The Birlfaday of the Infaniu and Tbrez' Pills in a Bolllc. Jan. 25-The third Dramatic Club play was today-The Klldlf of Hmrix. Jan. 29- Feb. 1-This was the week l've been dreading-Exam Week. Feb. 1-The silver lining of exam week, the carnival, was tonight. There were two ice skating shows and a basketball game with the St. Paul Academy. Feb. Feb. Feb. Students' Feb. Mar. 4-'lBluefbookj Monday. 5-6-We elected our new student government officers. 6-Dr. Sidney Lovett, from Yale University, described the work of the United Service Fund and his trip abroad in connection with it. 26-Mrs. Lind showed her model house. I-Kate Davidson, Anne Moga, Marcia Russel, and Joan Storberg played for us in morning assembly. Mar. 1-Richard Enquist, a twelve-year-old violinist, made his second appearance at Summit. Mar. 4-Vivian Krasner, Gay Gray, and Caroline Myers of the Primary and Elementary schools played the piano. Elsa Krasner played the violin, accompanied by her mother. Mar. 6-Dr. West opened our NVednesday Lenten Services this morning. Other speakers will be: Mr. Foote, Mr. Gillmett, Mr. Lewis, Father Cullinan, and Mr. john Myers. Mar. 11-Some Sixth Graders-Jane Dunning, Carol Bouthllet, Dorothy Anderson, Cynthia Holt, and Babby Langford played for us. Mrs. Stoltze gave a short lecture on the modern house and illustrated her points with her own model house. The house will remain in the living room for some time. Mar. 15-We celebrated Miss Converse's birthday. The Seniors gave her an overnight case, the Jun iors a beautiful corsage of spring flowers, the Sophomores supplied delicious cake, the Freshmen the St. Patrick's Day ice cream. And we declined a holiday in favor of next Friday. Mar. 21 soloist. Mar. 22 day the week April April April April April April -The final Young People's Symphony at which young Buddy McKay was the -Spring Vacation began with an extra half day because of Miss Converse's birth- before. 1-School re-opened with the inauguration of our second semester officers. 3-The Senior mothers met with the faculty for their annual luncheon meeting. 6-The Seniors took their College Board Exams. 17-The Junior mothers met the faculty for their luncheon meeting. 18-The mothers of Forms l-IV had tea with the faculty. 26-The parents had dinner with the faculty, served by the Seniors and Juniors. May 3-The Primary department game a Rhythm assembly. May 11 Robin Hood. May 18 May May 23 May 24 -The juniors, assisted by the Sophomores and Seniors, presented de Koven's The Juniors gave the spring dance in honor of the Seniors. 21-Junior High School Piano Recital. Senior High School Piano Recital. -Honors were presented to many girls in various fields at the Arts Assembly, which was followed by the Parents' Luncheon. At this luncheon the Home Economics girls modeled their clothes. June 1-The Juniors took their Scholastic Aptitude Tests, right in the middle of Exam Week. June 2-Baccalaureate. June S-Today was the celebration of the end of exams, Class Day. Every class had a picnic in t he country. June 6-Final Convocation was today. Bouquets were given to girls who had been on the honor roll all year. June 6-Commencement! june 7-At the Class dinner tonight the Seniors made their wills and officially closed the year. lt was a wonderful year! EDITH NYE THE FLAME 67 Rolnin Hood Lady Marian The Sheriff of Nottingham - - Dame Darden ------ Will Scarlet Wiesner. PLAYS WHY THE CHIMES HANG by ELIZABETH A. IVICEADUEN Adapted and presented by the Fourth Form. Stagin presentation planned and executed by the students under the Time: Fifteenth Century Scene: Hut on the edge of a small English village. Characters Carollers ----- BARBARA LANG, Soloist SIISAY CAMNIACK PATTY COVRTNI-LY AYYE HARTLEY JEAY BIAIRS BIILLICENT THOMPSON Holger - - Staen - - - llncle Bertel Old Woman Priest - - - Man in Black Courier ' - Lady in Red - - - JOAN STORBERC - SALLY ,ANN BRONSTIEN - - - FRANCES HOLMES - MARY JUNE GARDNER - - - HELEN LUCAS - BIARTHA HOLMAN - - NINA STEEFEL - KITTY WOLFF Town Lad - g, costumes, carols, and direction of Miss Sally DONNA DOUGLAS Sage - - MARCIA RUSSELL Mother - - MOLLY TEASDALE Girl in Green - MONA LUYTEN Beggar - - - LUCY JACKSON King - - MOLLY SIMPSON Angel - - - - LORENA AYERS Virgin Mary - SALLY FITZPATRICK Joseph - - PATRICIA GIBBON Wise Men ----- NEITA COUNTRYMAN ELLEN DAGGETT CAROL PEET Shepherds ------ DEBORAH BUTLER ALICE NELSON CHARLOTTE GARBRECHT BONNIE LANCFORD NANCY HARRIS Angels - - SALLY WILLIUS, JANE STICKNEY THE JUNIOR CLASS OPERETTA ROBIN HOOD REGINALD DE KOVEN AND HARRY B. SMITH - - TEEIJIE MAIRS - SALLY SEABURY - - - EDIE NYE - CYNTHIA KELLEY - - ---- BARBARA FIILLER Chorus- Little John - - - Alan-a-dale - Friar Tuck - - Annabelle - - - Guy of Gisborne - BETTY BANCROFT MARY ELSINGER ANNE BIOGA PHYLLIS PORTER JEANIE TENNANT SUSAN SPAIN DORIS RosEN1IOLTz ROBIN HOOD was given by the Juniors on May 10, assisted by the Seniors and Sophomores. 'Miss Wiesner directed the acting, anrl Mrs. Witter the singing. SALLII-1 STOLTZI-1 - - JANE BURR THORNE GRANT GLENNA MILLARU - BARBARA BAER STRICTLY FORMAL ll-Y XYILLIA xi llfwlnsox ,lanv liulle-r - Sall3 - - Agnes- - - Anrlrvw ifutlvr Nettiv lfntlvr - Allern - - - ,lim - - Ruse 'llillnn Nlrs. Tilton - Josie Tilton - Elrny- - - Ceurgf- 'Xlwrn Nlarcia - Marilyn - Cincly Mullin- - Lt. Bull Cunning - Kvri-A lhvlngux - kwin 'XLIZXXNDER - Xlmxiu Ci nvmniil - - ,loam Wool: - W1I,Li1'r'ri1 Huzox - RICHARD D1 xx - - ,In L1-Lxixi-3 - Prgczm Ilnmmi. - - BMKBRRA llnsmnn Q - tIA'rm3R1xi'1Illxx1xG - - - Bun lil-,Nl-'Il-.LD V :xLl!Hli'I' llulu - IIUPH Nlu.Ali'rwix - - Num Maxfli: V - B-ummm ,liinsox hum - XVIYFLUVK Hlllllili Tlze' Se'11z'nr.s. ussislzwl by ilu' ,4I'!Itlf'1lH Drrzllzatif' Club, jlrrsvrzled the Prelnierr Perfornmrzrfe of STRICTLY FOR:ll.4L. fl play Il'l'iilff'l1 esper-inlly for them, by Mr. Wffnllllll 1lfl1fdSOII. ll :ms 1l'1'rr?r'!f'd by Pfzillix Slwgrzn. THE FLAME THE SENIOR CLASS PLAY 69 4 SPORTS THE 0UEEN'S CROOUET GAME .fix told by ,-ellia' I0 Sally Serzbury T SUMMIT they don't play croquet on the queenis held and there isn't any queen to yell Off with their heads! Instead in the fall they play some complicated game called Field Hockey. There are eleven players on each team and instead of Iive Hamingoes and hedgehogs they use hockey sticks and balls. And wait until I tell you what hap- pened the other dayl ' ' It was the first Monday in November and I was surprised and excited at the prospect of a hockey game with St. Marys I got to school early and helped twine goal posts with the schools' colors and cut out name tags. About II:30 three enormous buses drew up in front of the school and the guests poured out. I finally found my special guest and took her to the gym where the sophomores presented the winning I-IalIowe'en skit. Then I showed her around the school and grounds. At every turn I expected to see the gardeners, Five and Seven of Hearts, paint- ing rose bushes, but they weren't there. Soon we went to lunch which wasn't at all like the mad tea party because we had just enough room for everyone, and we didn't change places or tell stories. VVe just ate. After lunch came the games. The freshmen ran relay races and Summit won 25-12. Then came the croquet-I mean hockey games. The three upper forms each played a game, but the scores counted as one. The Summit juniors and seniors won their games I-0 and Z-I, but our sophomores lost 0-2 so the whole score was a tie, 3-3. After the games it was time for St. Mary's to leave, and everyone was rushing madly around looking for coats, scarfs, and uniforms. Soon they were ready, and we took them to the buses. The Saints left amid thank-yous and invitations. I was quite worn out after my exciting day, but I must admit it wasn't so very different from XVonderIand. 70 THE FLAME SENIOR-JUNIOR FIELD HOCKEY VARSITY ' Indicates Captain of Team AMITY ALEXANDER HOPE IVIACARTNEY BETTY BANCROFT TEEDIE MAIRS IANE BURR EDIE NYE MARNIE CIJDWQRTH SALLY SEABURY KATE DAVIDSON SALLIE STOLTZE If NANCY GAVER SOPHOMORE FIELD HOCKEY VARSITY NEITA COUNTRYMAN BARBARA LANG PATTY COURTNEY CAROL PEET MARY IUNE GARDNER if IOAN STORBERG NANCY HARRIS MILLICENT THOMPSON MARTIE HOLMAN KITTY WOLEE DEE HKJLLIES BASKETBALL I had a lot of fun this year watching the basketball games. It certainly is a strange game. They dash around the floor screaming and trying to throw a ball into a basket that hangs off two poles. I was awfully confused, but it was exciting anyway. In the senior-junior tournament the seniors won 6-1. BASKETBALL VARSITY VI AMITY ALEXANDER KATE DAVIDSON I NANCY GAVER BARBARA HOSHCDUR CCATHERINE DUNNING ter boyj V BETTY BANCROFT II' MARY ELSINC-ER TEEDIE MAIRS VV 3. - if EDIE NYE SALLY SEAEURY SALLIE STOLTZE IV SUSAN CAINIAIACK NEITA COUNTRYIWAN PATTY COURTNEY ANNE HARTLEY MARTIE HOLMAN DEE HOLLTES IOAN STORBERG TENNIS Tennis is one game they play at Summit that I can understand. I love to play, and as soon as the courts dry OH, everyone is out with her racket. Right now I'm in the midst of the tournament. In fact, lim due for a single match any minute, so I'd better go. WINTER CARNIVAL On February first I went to the annual winter carnival. When I first got there everyone was skating. I don't know how to skate very well, and I had the worst time trying to keep from getting run over by all the people whirling around that rink. Pretty soon there was a skating exhibition by the Iunior Skating Club and some of the high school. I certainly envied those girls doing all those jumps and turns. I can hardly stand up. I had the most fun watching our freshmen and the freshmen from the St. Paul Academy play broomball afterwards. By the end of the game I was so cold I de- cided to go into the gym, where the sophomores were playing basketball. After all the games I went to the dining room to get something to eat and to watch the dancing. The sixth grade had a lot of fun dancing, but I don't know what's the matter with the rest of the high school. I guess they don't like to dance. Well, when twelve olclock finally rolled around, I certainly was tired after such a long evening of fun. THE FLAME 71 f A Vf. . J. i j Ylig , A l '? I -7 IX I--4 5 N X r l 6 l ' N 'Q K 155 D f Y f 1 lv Y r Y WY M . . D GRINS FROM THE T CHESHIRE CA .naar D0 YOU KNOW YOUR SOPHOMOBES? Find her characteristic in column -. ,ey on wage f 1. Ayers , Roto-rooter salesman 17. Lancf ,7,,,, fidelity 2. Bronstien , . .. ,.f'Slurpl 13. Langford Dietinfr 3. Butler H H , ...,, Brother 19. Lucas .... B2lSliStb 111 4. Cammack Witty remarks 20. Luyten . Taxi driver 5. Countryman Vocabulary 21. Mairs ,..... Red tube 6. Courtney , , Faux pas 22. Nelson... ,, loyce lordan, M.D 7. Daggett The Sheik 23. Peet ....... .... . ...... Songs! 8. Douglas. ,, Sentimental journalist 24. Russell .. . Harmony 9. Fitzpatrick You alll, 25. Simpson . , .. .......... Boarder 10. Garbrecht . Sunny 26 Steefel ,.... , Modern dance 11. Gibbon H Nicknames 27. Stickney . ...Encampment 12. Harris , ,Figure 28. Storberg .... Leeis lieutenant 13. Hartley , .. Turtle 29. Teasdale ..... .... .... D u teh girl 14. Holman H , . ..,. ....,.., , . ........ .... B urp 30. Thompson . . ..... .. Looks 15. Holmes . ..Margaret Burke W'hite 31. Willius .... Personality 16. lackson.. .. ......... .,.,.. ' 'H1, fry-dogln SUMMIT SCRAMBLE Kale and Caddie acting as guides to Faribault4- LrI'.r Gr! Lost. Chemistry l.abfTl1i1t Olzl Blink Magic. Modern Dance Techniques-Wilh Her Head Tucked UIIIffl'l1t'tlffl Her Arm. Senior-Freshman Slumber Party-Tlzc Niglzl We Called II 11 Day. Peggy Drismll recalling her riding experiences- Dozz't Le! .lly Spur: Ge! Rnrry Wlzilc 1,171 Gone. Play RCl'1CllI'S1llifll'l'l' and Over flgilin. Cut Cartls-This If Worth Fighting lfor. Hosh on lintling Barlwie and Hope hacl stuifctl her pajamas full of cleatl leaves-It Is1z'Z zz Dream flny More. lunior Rtl!Dl1lfHl'Lll'Fl1l-ll Hidnmfizy. Report Cartls-Oli, Ilze Pity of It All. Caddie, Virginiil, and Amity invading the Sum- mit basement the night of the Senior-Freshman Slumber PartyaGel Your Gun and Come Along. Biology-All the Things You Are. Homework-11'z'r'ry Niglzl About This Time. Monday morning-It Starlfrl All Over Again. No Walk arountl the block-.llirizfles Sometime: Happen. Home lNl,fxc:'xiu'YEY 72 32. Wolff .,,. ........... E yes AFTERMATH TIME: Five years after graduation. PLACE: Top floor of the Waldorf-Astoria. Gregg fentering empty roomj-VVhy am I al- ways the first one everywhere? Driscoll Celirnbing in off fire escapej-Whewl XVontler how much 1 lost that trip? flleximzler fentering with Baconj-VVe just flew up from South America. Anyone want to see my jet plane? 1t's got plairl seat covers. Bizrofz fusing tlisinfeetetl cigarette holtlerjg My. but this has been a busy clay. Hoshom'-Have you heartl my latest theory on evolution? Guifer-lolinny, Bob. Bill, or Don, I just ean't tleeicle which to go with tonight. Cmlworth Cloatlerl clown with booksj-Ditl you know 1 was taking a three-year course in the lironomie and Social Relations of the YVorltl? DIIIIIII-ilg' Cwearing overalls and carrying a monkey wrenchj-Sorry 1'm late but I hail some motor trouble on the way over. luzlsou-You must see my new shop. I'm spe- cializing in fancy bathing suits. Dizzfizlson-Hope you tlon't mind my bringing the ehiltlren along? .ltlufurlfzoy Ctwo hours latel-I just coultln't get away from the theater any sooner. AMITY ALEXANDER T H E F L A M lf sq g, Ja --,',75,,- k Miiil s V i ge THE STUDENT AND THE FACULTY By Twecdlcdce and Tweedledmn The time has come, said Miss Busyn, To talk of many things, Of maps, and dates, and Grenville Acts, Of beaver hats, and kings- And why the 'Whiskey Boys' rebelled, And what are party wings. Miss Stevie Was teaching chemistry, Teaching with all her might. She did her very best to make The stupid senior bright, But it was hard, for though she tried, She couldn't see the light. While Poof was barking happily And playing in the sun, Loud and jubilant noise was heard, A class came on the run- It's rude of them, Miss Spicer said, To come and spoil the fun! The verbs were bad as bad could be, Pronouns carelessly used: Ma'mselle's expression gave no hope, For long she sat and mused- Her eyes blazed out her thoughts, and then, What eez zees? she m'accused. The time has come, Miss Converse said, To talk of Northrop flings: Of tests and books and Saturdays, Of holidays and rings, And how to get excused from gym, And lots of other things. X 1 ll Pl' Miss Busyn: Who was the colonel who WHIFFENPOOF The time has come we all agreed While looking through our log, That THE FLAINIE this year had missed one thing- The saga of the dog! She was carried into class one day By arms with loving care, She was put into her bed and told Of thumb tacks to beware! Her curly, black body she laid to rest Over Miss Spicer's feet, So we went on with Burns and Pope And the rhythm put her to sleep. We read aloud Gray's Elegy. The puppy raised a wail, But when we turned to Coleridge. The puppy wagged her tail. We brought her bones to chew upon. She turned to gnaw the bed: A spanking she deserved, but not The pat upon her head. She comprehends the finer arts But mostly Shakespeare's line, With grammar, poems, and essays, She's having a wonderful time. Her dwelling place, the English room, She leaves at lunch and recess, But best of all, this puppy dear I-las. never left a mess! founded Fort Snelling in 1819? CADDU5 DIXNNING Davidson: Colonel Rasmussen. and at as PEGGY Diuscou. Miss Spicer: Thorne, what slang words do we use today that are derived from sports terms? Thorne: I didn't get to first base with himif' Pl! Miss Coby Qafter reading the Saturday make- up listiz Are there any others? Christian: I think I have a science test. Miss Coby: Christian, science. as 4 Mary: What is the difiference between to and too? Lorena: Zero, Q U Nancy fto Aleetaj: Boy, she's really putting on the heat, today! Miss Margetis: Oh, do you want me to turn OH the radiator? 1 1 Miss Busyn: Why was Philip IV called 'The Fair'? Carlton: Because he had good legs. JK if Mary: Did you see me looking through the keyhole to see if Miss Stevie had a class? Sally: No, I didn't recognize the pupil. il Sli Martie: Oh, I'm so upset! Fitz: What, indigestion? Martie: No, in-de-headf, Ill Ill Ann fdiscussion of the spring dancelz VVhy not make it semi-formal and have the girls wear formals and the boys wear just anything? Courtney: Oh, golly, why can't the boys wear formals, too? 74 1. Vocabulary 2. Sentimental journalist 3. Faux pas 4. Personality Lee's lieutenant Red tube Brother Dutch girl 5. Fidelity Modern dance 6. Hi fry-dog! Songs! 7. Witty remarks Slim-pl 8. Turtle Dieting 9. Burp The Sllffk 10. Boarder 11. Roto-rooter salesman 12. Taxi driver 13. Basketball 14. Margaret Bourke XVhite 15. You all 16. Encampment Harmony Eyes Sunny Ioyce Iordan, M.D. Nicknames Looks Figure Miss Coby: I have no papers from Lewis and Clark. Pl if 'If On Saturday during make-up tests, Sally Cook: I wish l could just pass out so I wouldn't have to take this test. Peter Moles: I wish I could just pass. is is 4 Mademoiselle Ctrying to get someone to tell her the timej: Has anybody got a match? THE FLAME In x, 2-6' ' N , I E .T+ ' U ' ,I L. fa P ' ' X V , 4 +V , X ss I P Nff l xx Q Y :rw i A w H 01 Q. N 'L 9 4 X 0 . ga w , , qv f' N f s A f , f 1 -,Y T 1' 1 ' x-J , 0 xp an x' C Q ff , w 5 1 - ff Y , ef U , OJ- of c My IJ 'J xx KL, N N A J fi UU! 573' X f L A P' O N, , ,-9
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