Summit School - Flame Yearbook (St Paul, MN)

Text from Pages 1 - 80 of the 1947 volume:

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THE FLAME this FLAME to SALLY WEISNER The careful pilot of my proper woe. OUR SUMMIT CIRCUS HE parade is over, the spectators are in their seats, the performers are ready to begin their acts, then the ringmaster steps into the center ring, cracks his whip, and announces the Hrst event. The circus now unfolds before our eyes 3 the trained animals, the clowns, the side shows, the acrobats-all thrill and delight us. From the days of the c'Big Tentw the circus has given pleasure to every young American. Our grandfathers anxiously waited for its arrival. On that important day, early in the morning, they stole out of their homes to meet the hrst train bearing the circus people. Then they spent a few magic hours putting up the tents and watering the elephants. In the afternoon they breath- lessly watched the daring feats under the '4Big Topf' Late that night they heard the train whistle and chug away for another year. The modern, highly mechanized unit we see today is a far cry from the old circus. Our brothers do not help to put it up, we do not follow a parade which has captured our imagination. But essentially our circus remains the same. The lions still roar, the acrobats swing high on their trapezes, the clowns still clown. lust the same our Summit is not the Summit of our mothers. We no longer wear Peter Thompson uniforms, and basketball has taken the place of calisthenics in our gym classes. Yet Summit is, and always will be, Summit. We wear dirty saddle shoes and anklets in place of oxfords and heavy lisle stockings, but we still run our student government. We may study about splitting the atom in chemistry, yet Shakespeare is still part of our curriculum. Approximately the same things happen year after year, and we hope they will continue, for they are Summit. Now the parade of another year is over. You, the spectators are waiting, the performers on these pages are ready. Before you will pass in review our Summit Circus, which, under the guidance of our ringmaster, has had this year its own trained animal, its clowns, its side shows, its daring acts. And so we present our 1947 Flame, hoping it will give you pleasure, before we chug away for another year. EDITH NYE Editor ...I SENIORS .,, SARAH VVARD STOLTZE PRESIDI-QNT OF THE SENIOR CLASS, FIRST SENIESTER Our lfzougfzts and our cozzduft are our 0w11.', 1 u ' , ' K , '-f CYNTHIA HAN1I l'KDN KELLEH' PRESIDENT OF THE SENIOR CII..-XSS, -fy SECOND SEMESTER UQ, -, Bc' palfclzt. Our Playzwfglzt may ,chow in some ffrfz acl what this wifd Drama 772C'L7lZS.U x 4 XY M- xxx' g JI I-dJ.J,,fv YN 'T-HQ W xx P A. X-1 f I Q ,Q .jf - H gf. whit - 4 , 7 57 Lt ,A 1 I A-' , -A ,A TE Sax' -Us Q-wk A '-K H My A o ' M- , 9 4 u S 'YA' .. S K -L 9'q' 5.4 '- Six I Q kg' A 1' . N y h L, X W F rl' idly ,N kv-L, lgrl g .A K- L 5 Q T H E F I, A NI E A , , - A 1 A - ' ff- ' x A -. R! 1' 1 A . - ' , f . I -' ki L 1 X qlg,-N klix gg -- . il . 0 ' . ' A ' ' -A, A. A 'A 'Q L e .-.,,gx1L.' -I 'J'-4'-Ax.. ' ' V .N Sv Nvm, t xkdx ' ' ' ' A 5' ' ' , 2' - ' - - A ' 'Q R ' S Q g x x - x N J , . rl , If J! BARBARA ALEXANDER BAER ' Wiz! is the salt of eofzzfersczzfion, not the food ELIZABETH GRIGGS BANCROFT We are, when we will it, masters of our own fate. 8 THE FLAME I JJ MARTHA IAYNE ELMQUIST A Iqina' heart is the fountain of glaa'12ess. THE FLAME JANE HARRIET BURR The trouble is small, the fan is great 9 ELIZABETH THORNE GRANT 'The cautious seldom err. MARY IEAN ELSINGER Good fzalure and good 561256 mm! ever join THE FLAME GLENNA ELIZABETH MILL.ARD Honest labour bears cz lovely face. THE FLAME LOUISE POWER MAIRS Thy sum of duly lc! two words contain Bc humble and be just. All 'vox 049, GX -OU '31 Yifi CATHERINE ANNE MOGA My favoured temple is un humble heart uf? - 'ipzxxg .5255 xiqf- 0-ox 63.305-'.LO.iii'0 of SX., .90 S 'o 504-B 'Wife X ,ffl 'Z jon of -CNN nic K 4 Q xp Q,-S5'OC5'wqe 15 'J 'N Q9 Af' so O-9' 9C5,Qkx0C'X0-0 of 055' NN X Vqfi of oe X QL O6 ,Lic X 44 EDITH MEREIMAN NYEO DO, 'Triendshipf Mysterious cement of the xp . S 15' fl'f, o' ld' fd Z' . fl dx ufee nero ze an so zero esiny co- xsqxox ,eo N 9, . M aaa we Q,-ff 923-C000 00 4,9 OG' Q2 og' ' - in '59 qv,-S ' P0 OCC? 'Pc QA g:.o '6'..fS 10.-X10 12 THE FLAME My eyes make pictures when they are shutf ' fo Yfyy ii egmui Sham- K N0 had - lfllfub Cu. has 9 liiwv. 7 . ,CL 417 9 Oh, if you knew the pensive pleasur 'XPDCXCQAJ 470711-f' r That jills my hosom iyhen I sigh. 7fL,qf'?,cx.n4' ZZKVZZTJLZ' e il ft., FLAME KNZJ 7 Wh lspdm 'fLUUfgf4 DL 650005 f- ' X64 L76,UfrL . ffipzlf 'Q ' aiu., 2 1'fLl-'I 2 fag, . ,s , 17- fifignfx fm gif' 57,6 Qwwmewfesfgpfbwi' I SALLY APPLETON SEABURY SUSAN MARY SPAIN 'My mihdk my kZ'71g6i0771.U I would he friends with you and have your love IEAN ELIZABETH TENNANT How mubh lies in laughter. 14 THE FLAME Marv Juniors Chosen by the Senior Class for Places of Honor in the Processional IOAN STORBERG Senior Marshal imiwn LT.'m svaonl' 165 3 ' C122 Mum! .L-cms hp Ap., Qikbi 'lj vu., Q' 1191 VIC Parr WGA ' Jazz ' mes Kimi .Auf QU. 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UCL , 50' K WM WCM' Solmm' mm Xivefx mwwiwzmmfwix ol are A1 .OH effflfu DEBORAH BUTLER NANCY HARRIS IOAN GLENDENNING IOAN STORBERG DONNA DOUGLAS ALICE NELSON PATRICIA ,TOXVLE IVIONA LTJYTI-LN IVIILLICENT THOBIPSKJN PATRICIA COURTNEY ELLEN DAGGETT SALLY WILLILis SALLY FITZPATRICK CAROL PEET IVIOLLY SIMPSON THE FLAME Form V Firxt row, left to right: I,OR1iNA TXYILRS NL-XRCIA ISYSSELL IEAN IVIAIRS SALLY IXNN BRONSTIEN SUSAN CAIYIRIACK IANE STICRNEY Second row, left to right: CHARLOTTE QSARBRECHT BONNIE LANGFORD BIOLLY TEASDALE HELEN LUCAS ANNE HARTLEY Third row, left to rlglzt: ELIZABETH COBB x7IRGINIA STRYKER NINA STEEEEL NLITA COUNTRYIXIAN SHIRLEY ANNE HATCH Fourth mm, left to right: FRANCES HOLAIES LUCY IACIQSON NIARTHA I'IOL1NTAN Not in pieture: IQITTY XVOLFF Q. v J CYNTHIA BAER MARGAIQET EDWARDS Peanut, sarcaxm Mrx. z17ZZh0l7 . Bas elball, xezairz doin last-mznute 1 V 1 5 homeworlq. IEAN CARLTON T67Z711.J', fofzaerlfble, ,deff again. AI-EETA ENGU-BERT Form IV IULIANA GRIGGS Moose, Madeline 15llI72!l7, tough toe- nails! MARILYN CYRUBBS Golf, home ec., Hi, Iii-ds! Lam b, pe1'oxia'e, fogh o1'11. PEGGY HAMM Ham m us- piano. ANN HAIQBION alabam na us, senlimefztal, Slap, a'z'ezing, that come-hither loo 18 . -- ---' f '5,i :IZ fxzfzs,:E:.f3,:EE32:iL::2.2:i:: I ,lll if Y' Y A -.-: 'i V! ?ig,lff 'Ag A THE FLAME PHYLLIS LAIDLAYV NANCY NEILIEYER Fz'llas, art, A-Vs. Nei, dimples, legs? MARGARET METCALF AUDRAE NORRIS Red Cross, Marg, eat cards. Audraeula, tapeworm, rear elevation. Form IV ROXANXQE PAPER GRETCHEN RICHTER Roxy, parties, stage force. G1'et, dogs, White Bear, NANCY RAMER LESSER STOLTZE Movies, con used Rochester. 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GAIL ANDERSON IULIANNE IQAIXIINIAN IANEY WASHBURN DOROTHY ANDERSON CAROLE BOIJTHILET BABBIE LANGFORD IANE DUNNING ROXANNE HARRIS SUSAN METZINGER MARY BANCROFT SALLY BINGHAIXI SANDRA QUINN Smndifzg, left Z0 right: HELEN MCGOVERN SALLY MOORE CLARE MOGA CYNTHIA HOLT CHARLENE SAUNDERS N01 in pzczure: DITSTIN PLATT THE FLAME LOUISE MAIRS EDITI-I NYE . . MARY ELSINGER . . BETTY BANCRQIET. . . NEITA COUNTRYMAN IOAN STORBERG. . . . LEssER STOLTZE ELIZABETH SLADE PATRICIA SWENEY . SALLY SEABURY EDITH NYE . . ANNE MOGA . IEAN TENNANT . FRANCES HOLMES . LUCY IACKSON . . PHYLLIS LAIDLAW . HELEN HARTFIEL CATHERINE NIYERS THE FLAME STUDENT GOVERNMENT FIRST SEMESTER . . . . . . . . SECOND SEMESTER OFFICERS President Editor-in-Clzief of THE FLAINII' F Irs: Vice-Prcs1'dent Second Vice-President Treasurer Fxfculizfc' Secretary Recording Sec1'eta1'y Third Form Representative Pzfsidwzt of the Iunior High Sf'h00f President Ed!-ZOI'-ISN-Chl.6f of THE FLAIXII- Fifi! V1'cc-President Second Vice-President T1'c'rzsurer Executive Secretary Recording Secretary Third Form Representazizfe P1'e.f1'z1'c'11t of the lunior High School 23 l.iIz'rul'y Ifmml in If'f'0kly Alfffillg FLAME BOARD EDITH NYE, Ed!-101'-1.77-ChfL'f Literary Editors, First Sczncster' DORIS ROSliNlIOL'I'Z LYCY I.xcKsoN SALLY SEABIJRY NIARCIA RUSSELL DEBOIQ.-Xli BUTLER PHYLLIS LAIDLAXV SALLY FITZPATRICK CYNTHIA BARR HELEN HARTITILQL Lilcfrfzry Editors, Second Swnclgtcr Lovlsla MAIRS NEIT.A COUNTRYAIAN DoR1s RUSIENHOLTZ NIOLLY TE.XSD.XLE SALLIE STULTZE ANN HIXIKBION IDEBORAII BUTLER CYNTHIA BALR IXNNE SEABURY BARBARA BAER, Art EKZLZOI' NIJXRTIIA HOLMAN, Snapslzot Editor AAARY ELSTNGER, Bmbzexx Mfzmzgw' AIOLLY S1R1P5oN, Assifzrznt Blljllflfji Mumzgw' NIJXRKLXRIJI' SPICER, Fuculzy ,ldzfixcr BE'1 I'Yli IOHNSON, Faculty fir! ,1dw',ver THE FLAME 1 1 .9 , s - y ' 1 . t if Q ,v t 2 ' I - - ' 0 ., -,',,-, is if A' it l,l ll. ll 111 b .5 f 'DA Q I 5 Fly LITERARY THE BEAUTIES OF THE NORTH WOODS AT FOUR AM. I-IOP-chop-chop. It was a steady systematic sound that beat sharp and clear against my sleep-deafencd eardrums. No, it couldnit be. But there was no mistaking that sound. No matter what I did. it didn't fit into my dreams properly. It was the real sound of Dick's axe falling heavily on a log. I could hear each thud like a pistol shot with me the victim, for I knew only too well what this meant. It meant it was four A.M., and time to get up. Sleepily I wiggled from my sleeping bag, and, shivering, fished in the semi-blackness for my clothes. Mary Iune was resting too peacefully for my happiness, so I gave her a pinch as I shoved through the tent door, toothbrush in hand. Outside, things seemed too jolly for so early in the day. Dick was bending over the fire, his red shirt iust a trille too bright against the dark gloom of the forest backdrop, Ted was whistling a lively tune as he rattled amongst the pans. Good morning, grin- ned Dick, his new heard seeming to bristle with the ioy of the early hour. 'SOh, good morning, Richard. I muttered, passing the warm hre and heading for the lake. Standing on the shore, I gazed at nature around me. Here I was at last on the shores of Lake Kecakabic, the IUOSK beautiful in the North. The sky, the lake, the rocky shore were the same leaden color. On the other side were tall, majestic pines, a dark, gloomy mass half obliterated by a weak mist, that was being slowly Whipped by a bitter north wind to little wisps. How scintillatingf' I thought as I shiveringly swished my toothbrush into this gray mirror. Soon my hands had turned a healthy red from the cold water, so I quickly hurried back to the fire. This fire was a little smoky, but at least the front of me felt better toasted, though the wind was still exploring down the back of my neck. Smoke always follows beauty, I remarked, snilhng slightly, but somehow the joke fell through. HChow. Dick announced in his ever pleasant voice, and suddenly the camp seemed very wide awake with all present around the oatmeal bucket. Breakfast was devoured in two minutes flat: and we set about our various duties, which included washing dishes in cold lake water and packing the sacks with much shoving and pushing, and at the last minute discovering something left out, but these are only small details. So very shortly we were shoving olI in that early morning gray, and as I slowly dipped my paddle back and forth, I felt sad at leaving my beautiful lake. Suddenly Ted pointed to the sky, 'kLook, it's starting to rainf, Dizsomn BUTLER Form V THE FLAME 25 THE GHOST OF THE SUMMIT BOILEB GU may not have known it, but every Sunday night a weird greenish apparition creeps slowly out of the Summit School boiler. It makes no difference if Phil has locked the doors, because he just floats blissfully through them. You might think that he has an awful boring time, living in a boiler, but he really leads a happy death. Often, if youyve noticed, he sits in the boiler and taps against the walls, -making quite a noise in the radiators upstairs. Since he stays out late on Sunday nights and sleeps in the boiler, he often sleeps late on Monday mornings and keeps all the hot air from going up the vents. This makes the building uncomfortably cool. Herman, thatis his name, really isn't so bad. When you take a test and you get a very unexpected mark, it was Hermanis work. He changes your mark according to whether you've chewed gum or talked in assembly. Often you'll have a mitten or a scarf missing, and it will turn up in the Lost and Foundf' That, also, is Hermanis work. On Sunday nights, however, he slithers out of the boiler at about ten o'clock and goes floating into the kitchen to hunt for something to drink. His favorite drink is evaporated milk. Then he goes up to the gym to play Murder,' and '4Ghost,' and other games with his second cousins who come to visit him from the Academy. After a while he floats up to Miss Stephens' room to see how many weird chemical lights and explosions he can make. His object of interest in the laboratory is the litmus paper. His favorite class is history. He says that it brings back memories of the dead. From the laboratory he slides down the railing and into the art room to see if anyone has painted a picture that looks like him. He says he hasnit found any yet but that a few would pass for his great-aunt. Then, since heill have to get up early the next morning, he drifts wearily toward the boiler room. On his way he stops once more in the kitchen. He eats some cereal, Ghost Toasties, and then floats for home. As he climbs onto his bed of coals, he sets the boiler to wake him up at seven-thirty sharp. Maybe this Monday morning the build- ing will be nice and warm. BETH HEADLEY Form III LA CUISINE A L'HEUPiE DU DINER A NOURRITURE-bonne at coup sur-un nombre de fleurs-fraiches dans une heure. Une bonne aimable-met la table-Tout est heureux. Un nombre de Heurs-fraiches dans une heure-une bonne aimable-met la table. La nourriture--bonne it coup sur-Choses convenables. Une bonne aimable-met la table-la nourriture-bonne at coup sur. Un nombre de fleurs-fraiches dans une heure-Une nappe diazur. La nourriture-un nombre de .Heurs-une bonne aimable-fraiches dans une heure-met la table--bonne a coup sur. Choses convenables-une nappe d'azur-Tout est heureux, La Hn du jour. PHYLLIS LAIDLAW Form IV 26 THE FLAME THE LEAST OF THE ANGELS ONG, long ago the little angels in heaven were all astir. Drusilla, the least of them all, had lost her bright, shining halo. After days of frantic searching without success, the angels all decided to assemble on Drusillafs fluffy white cloud and try to remember where it had last been seen. Drusilla was in a terrible state because Christmas was only one week away, and she simply couldn,t dance in the big cathedral and through the streets in the big village below on Christmas Eve without a halo. Already the big angels stared at her with a disgusted look as she flew by. She felt so ashamed! Exactly six days before Christmas, all the little angels floated up to Drusilla's cloud for the conference. After they were comfortably settled and munching cookies and milk, Dorinda asked, When did you miss your halo, DrusillaP,' Three days ago. When I woke up in the morning, it wasnit hanging on my bed- post. Do you remember taking it off before you went to bed?,' Drusilla strained her memory. NoSno, I just canit remember!', 'iVVhat did you do the day before?,' asked Dominica, straightening out the silky, white folds of her gown. Oh, dear! thought Drusilla. What did I do? Then suddenly she added tri- umphantly, ffOh, I remember! I flew down to earth in the big forest to help a poor little sparrow who got caught in a pine treef, My goodness!,, exclaimed Dorinda, feeling her halo to be sure it was there. i'The forest is an awfully big place to hunt, but we'll all look just the samef, Each little angel thanked Drusilla for the cookies and milk she had given them and then flew away to her own cloud. Dominica was the last to leave. Weill all make up a searching party tomorrow and hunt for it in the forest. I'm sure it must be there. Weive all looked every place!,' Drusilla nodded her head dubiously and bade Dominica good-bye. Wouldnft this happen just before Christmas? What would all the big angels say if she didn't have a halo on Christmas Eve? The more she thought, the worse she felt. This was terrible! She had looked everywhere, under her rugs, under her bed, and even in the iceboxg but no halo was found. Drusilla went to bed, but she didn't sleep. She was so worried about her halo. The next day every one of the little angels went down to the forest to search. They hovered over it all day looking around every pine tree and in every hole, but luck was not with them, for it had snowed only yesterday, and the fresh, new blanket of whiteness covered everything. It must have been covered up by the snow, declared Dominica, sadly. Yes, Dorinda,s voice was a little brighter. Then you can find it in the spring when all the snow meltsf, But nothing the angels could say would cheer Drusilla. She was heartbroken. She could think of nothing more terrible than dancing on Christmas Eve without a halo. The days passed, and all the other little angels floated around preparing for Christ- mas. Only Drusilla sat at home, mourning. What could she do? The day before Christmas, Drusilla fiuttered down to the forest with its barren, beckoning branches that swayed with the cold breeze. She settled herself beneath the sweet-smelling branches of a graceful pine tree to think. What was she going to do tonight? Over yonder she could see tiny children helping their fathers drag home Christmas trees. Suddenly her Wee sparrow friend breezed down. Plucking a piece of evergreen from the tree, he Hew down and placed it on her sunny, golden curls. She greeted him sadly and stroked his soft, feathery plumage. He chirped away at her as if he were telling her something. Again and again he Huttered up on the tree and after breaking off a bluish-green sprig of evergreen, dropped it softly on her head. Suddenly Drusilla got an idea! She reached up and kissed the little sparrow, thanking him as she THE FLAME 27 did so. Then she began to gather pieces of evergreen. If she could not have a bright, shiny halo, she would have one made of evergreen for Christmas. Soon her task was completed, and she flew back to her cloud to prepare for the coming eve. All the little angels put on their best snowy white satin dresses and tied big red bows in their flaxen hair. Drusillals evergreen halo was so big that it crushed her ribbon, so she tied it on her halo instead. She proudly floated from cloud to cloud to show it to her friends, They were very much impressed. -Butf, said Dorinda doubtfully, 'Ll don't know if the big angels will like itl They like bright, golden halos! Drusilla's heart sank. That was something she hadn't thought of. Would the big angels like her evergreen halo? Soon evening arrived, and all the angels, big and little, flew down to the big village. Drusilla meekly hid behind her friends for fear that the big angels would see her. A large, majestic Christmas tree covered with glittering ornaments and tiny, twinkling lights was standing sturdily in front of the gray stone cathedral. The church bells chimed in harmonious rhythm, and flickering candles burned in every window. All the villagers were coming out of the cathedral, and the big angels had already begun to trip lightly around the huge tree. Soon it would be Drusilla's turn. Presently her friends started to dance. Now she must start. Tiny snowflakes began roaming lazily in the air before settling themselves down for thc night. The bright stars winked down upon them through the veil of misty snow, and crimson-cheeked carolers sang out cheer into the merry night. Drusilla's nimble feet danced lightly over the cooling white snow. Suddenly she heard the children scream with delight, and looking up, she saw everyone's eyes fixed on her. They were all staring at the littlest' angel who, instead of wearing a glowing, yellow halo around her head like the others, wore a beautiful evergreen halo tied with a huge, red satin bow. Drusilla looked at the big angels. They sat with stern looks on their faces. She was frightened! She had never been so frightened in her life! But, to her surprise and joy, the villagers were delighted. The little boys and girls screeched happily, and all over one could hear the children begging their parents for an evergreen halo just like the one the little angel wore. The big angels no longer wore stern looks but ones of approval. The angels danced up and down the snowy lanes and streets, and all over little children pressed their noses against the windows to look at the little angel with the ever- green halo. Everyone wanted one. Santa Claus was in a terrible state because it was too late to make evergreen halos for all the little boys and girls. Pretty soon all the children were sent off to bed, and everything was quiet. Midnight came, Christmas Eve was over. Now everyone was in bed, even the angels. All the world slept except for Santa Claus, who was busy delivering toys in his sleigh, and also the least of the angels, who sat happily in the forest making hundreds of evergreen halos for Christmas presents for all the boys and girls. She even tied every one with a gorgeous red satin ribbon. i Iust before daybreak, little Drusilla floated joyfully through the big village, and on every door she hung a beautiful evergreen halo tied with a shiny, crimson bow. Then she flew sleepily up to her little bed in heaven and went happily to sleep. She was not awake on Christmas morning to see all the children's bright, smiling faces when they found their evergreen halos, but late that night when she did awaken, she was sum- moned to the huge cloud that was the banquet hall of the big angels. Immediately she was filled with fear. Now that Christmas was almost over, would the big angels scold her for what she did? With shaking knees and clammy, trembling hands she fluttered slowly over to the biggest cloud in heaven. There she found a tremendous feast in session. As she entered, everything was silenced. Drusilla felt very sick inside. The head angel marched over to her and took her hand in his. 'fOn behalf of all the angels in Heavenf, he began in a booming voice, I wish to congratulate you for making all the children have their happiest Christmaslv He grinned 28 THE FLAME broadly. Suddenly Drusilla was smiling, too. All her tear was gone. All the angels were applauding her. She swelled with happiness and pride. i'Now,,' he continued, warmly, I wish to present you with your Christmas presentli' From a box he brought forth a gorgeous new, gleaming halo and placed it on Drusillais head. It glowed more than any of the other halos, and Drusilla glowed, too, for she was the happiest angel in heaven. This happened long, long ago, and today Drusilla is a very old angel, but she is still the happiest angel in heaven because every Christmas she looks down from her cloud and watches all the children hanging evergreen halo wreaths tied with big red ribbons on their doors. MOLLY TEASDALE Form V BIVEBTON F a stranger were driving along Vlliseonsin highway number thirty-four at a reasonable speed, I doubt whether he would notice anything different or extraordinary about this town, population six hundred and forty-nine. The cascades or the tourist cabins would be the only things that he might notice in Riverton at the time. A week after his trip he would have forgotten them completely. He would not even remember the extra big garages or the new chiropractor's office. A passer-by does not see anything in particular on his journey, but I have driven through Riverton too often and have lived near it too long not to know something about it. I think of Riverton as a big Women's Club. Naturally, the men are important, but it is the women who make any story more interesting. Some members of this club are domineering and active and so are at the top or presidency, and some members donit work and are less active, and some members do the lesser work around the clubhouse. Still others have not been tapped for admittance so they just look in the windows. I know the members of this club, the houses where they live, and the stores where they buy. I am treated as a guest of the club, politely, but Without much welcome. There are weekly meetings at the First Lutheran Church and the First Baptist Church. Many times there are special meetings for Ladies, Aid or a Sunday Social dinner in order to raise money for the poor non-members. I have never been to a Ladies' Aid meeting, but church dinners are wonderful. There, for the first time, I saw the Women working together in competition for the best chicken pot pie or apple pie. They criticize and comment on each other, but they do raise the money, and that is what counts. There are unplanned impromptu meetings every Wednesday and Saturday evening. These are the big nights of the week. Everyone goes downtown on these nights to do her shopping and gossiping. Wednesday nights the junior members have a musicale. The octagonal band box is in a small park in downtown Riverton. Next to it there is a large sign displaying the names of the servicemen from Riverton and its outlying districts. The men stop there, looking at the sign, listening to the music from the band box, which is livening up the town with its noise. There is a movie that mostly mothers or big sisters go to with their babies or brothers. I don't know why they donlt sit at home with them, but apparently many people do like cowboy pictures, even with a crying baby on their laps. Across from the movie theater is the womenls gathering place. It is the general store of Riverton. There are benches in front of it where the women sit looking and chatting with each other while waiting for a good crowd to gather so that they can go in and get their shopping done. The crowd usually is big enough just after the movie is out, and THE FLAME 29 all the mothers with their babies and all the sisters with their brothers are doing their shopping, too. Down the street a way is H.Y.ls Tavern. Henry Young is the tavernkeeper who has built highways in order to gain membership, but so far has been unsuccessful. His busi- ness is the most profitable in town, but naturally the drinkers and the drunkards don't want to associate with the one from whom they buy their drinks. Bill, the town bum, is usually sitting on the stoop outside H.Yfs waiting for an offer. Bill is fat with a per- petual stubble on his round red face. There is always some kind of flower in his old disheveled hatg he likes roses or violets best. These dainty flowers go with his happy blue eyes, but otherwise they are incongruous. The very active members of the club are found in Wilson's Gift Shoppe or Djerkeis Drug Store. They buy only their staples in Riverton, being Hnancially above its fashions and cars. They go to 'ithe cityw to buy. By eleven-thirty at night Riverton is quiet and peaceful. It looks like any American town on any calendar in any kitchen, quite harmless. MARY ELSINGER Form VI THE HISTORY OF HIS NAMESAKE SMALL girl was sitting on the knee of her grandfather. She was trying hard to think of a name for her new stuffed horse. Her grandfather was the type of grand- father who liked to talk about the past. He suddenly thought up a name and story for the animal which went something like the one I am about to relate to you. It was a cold, rainy night in London, England. The old clock in the Bloody Tower struck two. The streets looked mysterious and secretive. Along a dimly lighted street stood a large building. A painted sign hung over the doorway. The inscription on it was: KMac,s Hunt Stablesf ulust inside the door was a small room. A desk stood in one corner and a small liquor cabinet in another. Pictures of famous horses with ribbons attached to the frames were hung on the wall. Presumably this was an ofhce. Suddenly a whinny could be heard from the stable. The feet of stable boys sounded through the building. Men were yelling back and forth giving orders. Out of curiosity one went into the stable and walked over to the crowd which seemed to be centered around a box stall. Then with a gasp he saw what the excitement was about. 'Bring more 'ot water,' yelled a middle-aged man who seemed to have had much experience with horses. On the floor of the stall lay a white mare. In the next stall stood a tall, gallant, chestnut stallion, sire to the colt who lay beside the mare. He craned his neck to see what was happening to his son. ssc What shall we name ,imP, asked Mac. 'K 'Letls call 'im Generall, suggested a groom. 'Why donit we call ,im Mac?' came another voice, and everybody began to laugh! cc: I knowf said a blue-eyed, skinny girl, 'Letis call ,im Chile Concarniell Mac and the stable boys roared. The skinny girl turned sheepishly away. Pretty good story, eh? How do you like that history? asked the well-pleased grand- father when he had Hnished his tale. I, being the small girl, enthusiastically agreed with my grandfather. I loved the name and adopted it for my horse which sits on my bed to this day. PHYLLIS FITZPATRICK Form II 30 THE FLAME 1 Ex ' BUTTERFLIES ITI-I my hair in curlers, clothed in my robe, I stood gazing at our newly deco- rated Christmas tree. As I stood looking straight ahead, I could feel the smiles and winks which were being exchanged around the room. I walked over to the radio and switched it on. As I sat down in the big red chair, I tried to act as calmly as I pos- sibly could. Especially in front of loan, who knew all about these things. Tonight was going to be a big night for me, because it-was the night of my first formal. I had every- thing planned so well. I knew exactly what time I was going to take my bath, exactly what time I was going to put on my formal-I mean my evening dress which Mommie had so kindly informed me to call it. My mind lingered on the thought of my beautiful dress, my beautiful evening dress hanging in my closet, its billowy whiteness covering the whole floor. I dashed upstairs and Hung open the door. There it hung, my dream, my first evening dress. The flowering smell of the sweet scented sachets filled my room. I closed the closet door once more. I turned to face my bed. On it lay my new evening scarf and my small evening bag. I looked at the clock. Seven-thirty. It was time to take my bath. I brought all my toilet articles into the bathroom and spread them out. I was going to smell good tonight if nothing else. It was eight olclock. I got dressed except for my dress. Then I sat down on my bed and tried to collect my nerves. I wondered if loan had felt like this on the night of her lirst formal. After a moment Mommie interrupted my thought' with others. It was time to put on my dress. She opened the door and carefully took it out. It looked more beau- tiful to me than ever. As she slipped the skirts of white nct over my head, I could feel the satiny softness of its touch against my skin. Once it was on, I arranged my skirts so they made my dress look as if it had stepped out of Marie Antoinette's court. I sat down at my dressing table. It was not eight-fifteen. Only a half of an hour more of waiting. I removed the curlers from my hair. As I slowly combed out the soft curls, I thought to myself: be calm, just take it easy. My hair finally arranged around my shoulders, I put my lipstick on. Then I slipped my pearls around my neck. Last of all I took my favorite bottle of cologne and swished some around the hem of my skirts. I had seen that done in the movies. Once ready I sat down and started to read a book. But my thoughts were elsewhere. Tonight should be a night never to be forgotten. I-Iad I everything perfect? Did my dress look full enough? Did I look all right? Those were the words I read from the book. Then at last the door bell rang. Without even opening my door I knew it was Bob calling for Ioan. I sat down once more and picked up my book. Even though the book was upside down, it helped a lot. Once again the door bell rang. I stood up and started for my door. But no, Ioan always kept them waiting, and they're still around, so that must be the proper thing to do. Therefore there I stayed for another live minutes. I could hear Mommie saying, Come right in, Douglas. Phyllis will be right downf, But then the live minutes were up. I slowly picked up my scarf and evening bag and walked out of my room. In the hall joan came breezing out of her room into Mommie's, calmly getting ready. She smiled at me and then I knew everything was O. K. I walked down the first step, and then I stopped. There they were-butterflies-butterflies in my tummy again. I descended the rest of the stairs to the first landing. Once there I knew I could make the rest of the way without falling or doing something embarrassing. As I stood on the landing, I once again arranged my skirts. I wanted it so that, when I walked down the stairs, my dress would trail behind me. Then I moistened my lips, to make them look shiny. I had seen that done in the movies too. Now I felt I was ready. I took a deep breath and went down. Everything went just asI had planned and wanted it to. Only my face felt stiff, as I had washed it with too much soap. And the shininess had left my lips. Bob and Douglas 32 THE FLAME were talking when I made my grand entrance. They both stopped, and there I stood. I wanted to ery or laugh or just have the floor open up and swallow me. As I walked into the ladies' room at the Academy, I saw everyone I knewg but some- how tonight they all were strangers to me. As I fastened my flowers on and combed my hair, they eame baek, those pestering old butterflies. Oh, well, I thought to myself, I just won't pay any attention to them. We started to dance. The only things I could showing, is my lipstick on straight? After I saw all the people I knew, and they were wondered if she had had as mueh fun at her walked Ollt on the crowded dance floor and keep thinking of were: Is my slip strap a while things began to go more smoothly. all my friends. As I danced by my sister, I first formal as I was having. It was so easy, I thought to myself, so easy to forget that you were new at this. As I started to drink my punch, I suddenly realized that all the butterflies were gone. P11YL1.1s STo1tBu1tc Form III MUN PERE A FAMILLE n'est pas extraordinaire, C,est-a-dire tous, exeepte mon pere. Il n'est pas grand et il est plutot gros, Mais i1 pense qu'il est tres beau. Il est tres Her de tous ses cheveuxg Le matin, il brosse toujours les deux. Il aime aussi son nez qui est grand, Parce qu'il se sent important. Il eonsidere son esprit comme splendide, Mais je dis qu'il est un peu stupide. Quand il y a du travail fi faire, II lit toujours des histoires de mystere. Il pense qu'iI fait la cuisine tres bien, Mais nous donnons sa nourriture au Chien. Ces ehoses sont typiques de mon pere, Car il est reellement extraordinaire. Roxmvxig PAPER Farm IV I - L . AQ ' sim G ' v '. 2 IDM X J ogg, THE FIAME , ',x,! f- EARLY MORNING Scene: Patsy's living room. Time: Any week-day morning at 8:05. fpcrtsy is seated on the edge of the desk chair with a fat book open in front of her. She is studying. Kitty enzers, humming, Open the Door, Richard, goes zo the sofa, flops down, picks up Vogue, and regards Patsy suspiciously over the top of it.j KITTY: Studying? PATSY: Umm. KITTY: What? PATSY: Biology. I have to finish this chapter. KITTY: Oh, it's all about the frog's digestive system. fThe door slams. Nancy enterstj NANCY: I-Ii! PATSY: Umm. KITTY: HIIO. NANCY: I'm tired. KITTY: Really? Why? NANCY: Mother and Daddy came home from Florida last night at one o'cIock, and I had to meet their train. PATSY: fstudyingj . . . and the digestive juice from . I' NANCY: You canyt be studying. PATSY: Oh, yeah? fDo0r opens. Lucy entersxj LUCY: Who're we getting a ride from? KITTY: I don't know. We're walking. LUCY: We can't! Itis one below. NANCY: We are! fAnne drifts ind ANNE: Oh, honestly! I'm so mad! Chuckie wouldn't eat his dinner last night! KITTY: Anne! Where are your mittens? ANNE: I don't have any. LUCY: You do too. ANNE: No, I don,t! NANCY: I wish the kids would hurry. It's eight-fifteen. PATTY: fenteringj Hi-ya! Golly, I heard the best record at McGowan's yesterday. KITTY: What was it? PATTY: 'II Don't Know Enough About You. And I'm so mad! ALL: Why? PATSY: freadingj . . . enters the pancreas . . fi PATTY: Ellen's late again. I waited ten minutes for her. ANNE: Let's go without her. KITTY: Oh, we can't. NANCY: Did anybody interesting call anybody last night? ALL: No. KITTY: fro Pazzyj Wasn't ballet fun yesterday? LUCY: Can you get the fourth algebra problem, Anne? PATTY: Oh, boy! fPracticingj I've got the first position down pat. ANNE: I don't take algebra. Do you understand the Sarajevo Crisis? LUCY: No. PATSY: Shut up and let me study. 34 THE FLAME KITTY: Where is Ellen? Oh, look at this darling bathing suit. NANCY: Ilm going to get mine in New York. ANNE: Gee whiz! How do you hold it up? KITTY: I donit know. Bones probably. LUCY: In a bathing suit? They'd rot. NANCY: No, they wouldn't. They're scientifically treated. PATSY: How are we going to school? ANNE: Letis start. f General gathering together. As the door is reached, a horn blows outsidcxj KITTY: Oh, Ellen, I love you. PATTY: Isn't this swell! fEzfery0ne leaves. Patsy is last. As she goes out, you can hear . . . Q PATSY: How does the frog swallow? LUCY IACKSON Form V I CE OUE J'AIME I-I! j'aime beaucoup de choses. Elles sont aussi differentes qu'elles puissent etre, mais elles ont toutes une signification speciale pour moi. Elles ne sont pas des choses materiales, beaucoup sont intangibles. En automne, j'aime voir les grands arbres avec leurs couleurs vives. Ilaime regarder le Clair de lune brillant sur la neige blanche, crispe et belle. Le monde couvert de son nouveau complet de glace est pittoresque et exquis voir. Au printemps j'aime faire une promenade 21 la campagne sous la pluieg il me donne du plaisir de voir les jardins pleins de belles fleurs et d'entendre les oiseaux qui chantent. Iiaime me lever un matin de printemps et sentir l'air chaud qui vient de la fenetre. Vaime voir le ciel couvert de petites etoiles qui brillent. En ere je suis ravie de regarder les nuages houleux et le soleil qui se refiechit sur lieau du lac calme. Cette saison produit une joie incomparable quand jly songe. Et j'aime d'autres choses comme mon nouveau radio et ma jolie robe, mais ces choses ne me sont pas importantes comme celles que je ne peux pas toucher. IEAN CARLTON Form I V THE WOODS NEAR ATHENS S THE sun sinks down in the western sky, turning it into shades of yellow and red, the little animals of the forest come out to play and catch their food. The squirrels, who sleep in the big old trees, have the nicest place of all to liveg for they may see everything that is going on around them. They can see the beautiful trees that make the forest seem so different in autumn when the leaves turn brilliant colors. In the midst of the forest a brook trickles beside a forgotten path, where a deer and her fawn come down to drink and feed. The squirrels love to watch the fawn disobey its mother when its curiosity is aroused by some unfamiliar sound near by. The frightened mother starts across the stream, turning around to see her fawn staring at some invisible object. Nudging it along, she wades to the opposite shore and disappears in the forest. As the darkness falls, and the stars come out, the birds quiet down and settle in their nests. The owls hoot softly to each other from the big elms along the stream. IEAN DOUGLAS Form Il THE FLAME 35 A FUTURE? E GAZED off into space for a moment and then, grasping his pen more firmly, started his letter. The black ink with which he wrote etched strong, deep lines in the white paper and shattered its blank serenity. The late-afternoon sun cast long shadows over the writing pad and reHected his thin hand as a dark, deformed shape. Deeply ab- sorbed, he wrote on and on. Finally he finished and re-read the note. nleanie, hi again! Got your letter today. Thanks much. Please don't take those few little dates of ours as seriously as you do. It just doesn't pay off. Was very sorry to hear from you that you haven't been going out with anyone else since I went overseas. Take it from me, kid, I have. Guess Ilve dated everybody from New Zealand to ,Frisco. I've just gotten back into Boston, and Ilve got a date for tonight with a gal that's a knockout! To be blunt, I hope you'll take the hint and forget all about me. 'KA gang of the boys and I went sight-seeing today. I had always read about Paul Reverels home, and I was anxious to see it. The house wasn't large, and at first it gave you a feeling of being shut in. However, there was some intangible power about it which doubtless arose from its simplicity. I had the queer sensation of returning to the past. Our American history seemed alive to me then. This feeling of the past was everywhere, in the great Hreplace before which hung old iron cooking vessels, in the bearnlediiceilings, and especially in the silverware. On these pieces the momentous events of the pre- Revolutionary days were stirringly etched. They showed, to me, a spirit which years alone could not quell. I could not help but be awed at the realization that I was standing in the same place that Revere himself had stood more than a century ago. All the trials and tribulations that he had endured seemed, for a moment, to be mine also. The time passed all too quickly, and we left. On leaving the house, I was astounded at the transi- tion from past to present. All the hustle and bustle of the city seemed so unnecessary and weak compared to the great amount of strength and purpose those four walls had enclosed. Well, lean. I have to sign off now. Have fun and write if you get a chance. I don't know when I'll see you again, I have so much to do First. Give my best to allf' He signed his name and resolutely folded the letter into an envelope which he musingly addressed. Then, shutting his book, The Bedside Guide to Boston and Vicinity, he stared out the window at a marching platoon of Army men. Sighing, he called out to a woman in a starched white uniform and Red Cross hat. Hey, Nurse! How's about an airmail stampPH She brought it and, after studying him for a moment, said, Why don't you go down to the auditorium tonight? The shoW's good, and the top performer is in exactly the same boat you are. He lost both his legs, and he can even tap-dance! DORIS ROSENHOLTZ Form VI CHRISTMAS Itis the green of holly and of mistletoe, It,s the red of berries, of ribbons, and of Santa's suit, It's the blue of lights and of candles on the mantelpiece, It's the silver and gold and orange of presents under the tree. , But most of all itis the color of shining eyes, of bright cheeks, and of smiling lips. And itls the Fire that glows in the fireplace and the happiness all around. DOROTHY ANDERSON Fomz I 36 THE FLAME llln :. if . -4 S11 -'N Y :XM A-ilu ,xi Hi, JILL H, MOTHER, it's wonderfullu I screamed breathlessly as I pulled it forth out of the crinkling, brown wrapping paper. I waved it joyfully in the air. 'sMay I go and show it to IillP 'fYes, dear, if you hurry back for dinnerlu exclaimed Mother, happy over my glee- ful excitement and appreciation. I skipped merrily down the dull, dark front steps and let the door bang behind me. I radiated with happiness, for in my hand I grasped carefully my shining new book of paper dolls with glittering clothes and sparkling costumes spread over magic pages. I strutted along over the rough sidewalks and flew up the steps of Iill's house. She was my friend, who lived next door, with whom I often played even though she was some- times mean and made me cry. I was only eight at this time, and Iill was one year older than I Was. She often used the full value of this year in lofty superiority over me. It was summer, and the heavy front door creaking with the soft summer breeze stood open, and only the dull copper crisscross of the screen door stood in my way. I could hear the doorbell chime a sudden shrill ring from within as I excitedly pressed the button. I had managed to kick a whole mound of sand together from demolished ant hills before a stiff, pallid maid in a starched uniform that matched the color of her face marched to the front door. 'IIs Iill here?', I asked impatiently, hopping, up and down like a jumping bean. She carefully unhooked the door, regarding me with a cold stare that burned right through me, and replied dully in a cracked, dry voice, She is upstairs in her roomf, She pointed a bony finger toward the front staircase and then disappeared somewhere. I was too excited to notice where. I made a Hying leap for the stairs and bounced up them. I could feel my heart pounding joyfully like the quick, rhythmic beating of a drum inside of me. The closed door of Iill's room was straight ahead of me at the top of the steps, and in my excitement I did not knock but thrust it wide open to look in upon the sweeping grandeur of her bedroom. The room was dotted with upholstered chairs hugged with pink satin, and yards and yards of white organdy fluffed out from all directions like billowy clouds. Iill pulled herself up suddenly from her lazy, sprawling position on the bed as I came dash- ing in. How dare you enter my room without knockinglw She flashed her fiery dark eyes angrily and swishing back her shiny dark curls, thrust her head high into the air. With this cold greeting, I felt the tense excitement draining from my body. I came to show you what Mother brought mef I said timidly. Her face brightened a little, and part of the flashing haughtiness disappeared from her eyes. Something new? she asked. L'Yes! A new book of paper dollslv I was regaining my vitality. I held it out in my hand to show her. Now her eyes sparkled. She was like the sky in summertime when a sudden storm cloud crosses the sun and then moves off again, letting it shine brightly. Sometimes, however, the storm clouds remained for a long time, and then she was mean, and I was afraid to be with her. She came closer. Oh, theyire beautifullu she exclaimed and then added craftily, Let me see themf, She took them out of my hand and examined them closely. When she appeared to be finished, I reached out to take them back again. She quickly thrust them behind her back, and her brown eyes clouded as a dark shadow crossed her face. 'LNOI Iim going to keep them! she announced firmly. My balance grew unsteady with fright. UNO! Nolu I screamed frantically. 'AMother gave them to me, and I want them backlw I began to chase her wildly around the room, tugging at her dress while she waved the cardboard book high above my head. She had always been taller than I, and 38 THE FLAME now I strained to reach it. Watching this, she laughed shrilly and hoarsely in her superior air. An extreme wave of anger charged through me. 'Tm going to tell your motherlu I announced suddenly and turned abruptly to walk out of the room. As I reached the top of the staircase, I heard the scuffing and shuffling of Iillis feet as she rushed to the door of her room. Here!U she called after me. You can have them! I let forth a relieved sigh and whirled around victoriously to take them back. A sudden bang echoed through me as her door slammed violently in my face. When I recovered from the shock, I could hear her chuckling from within. Anger again en- veloped meg and yelling back to her, I rushed determinedly forward toward the stairs. Iill! Iill! You give me back my new paper dolls! They're mine!,' I tasted the strong salty flavor of a tear that had rolled down my cheek as I choked the words out. 'Tm going to get your mother! Suddenly the precise click of a knob was heard as the door swung open again, and Iillis chubby figure was standing there once more, her eyes shining with delight, yet clouded with cruelty. Here are the little crybabyis paper dollsf, she drawled sarcastically. I lurched for- ward to grab them. She immediately seized the door to slam it again, but presently the light, padded sound of footsteps at the bottom of the stairs paralyzed her. Her mother breezed gracefully up the steps in a Howing pink dressing gown. A sudden actual look of fear flashed into Iillis eyes that took away every bit of sparkle as she saw her mother glide by in swishing elegance. She quickly placed the book of paper dolls in my open hand while her mother greeted me coolly. I breathed a barely audible hello in returng and seeing the paper dolls clutched tightly and safely in my hst, I fled down the steps and out of the house without even turning to say good-bye. 4 MOLLY TEASDALE Form V THE BOY NEXT DOOR UD is the boy next door. He is the boy I'm going to marry. I used to think about him when we first moved into the neighborhood. Of course I was only an infant then. It is more serious now. One night I finally came to this conclusion. I was standing on my porch, and Iud came out on his. As he stood there, I could see his big brown eyes twinkle as the moon flickered in them. His stern, brown, lean face was without a smile. As he finally turned and saw me, he smiled. His white teeth showing, he said, Hi,,' in his deep rich voice. It was getting darker now, and he had to squint to see me. His turned-up nose wrinkled up when he did. Iud is six feet and one inch tall. His brown hair was what I liked about him the moment I saw him. It was curly hair that kept falling into his eyes. He had to keep pushing it back. Iud had deep hollows in his cheeks, just like Errol Flynn's. He also had two dimples, and when he smiled, they curved around his mouth. I could hear Mommie calling me from downstairs. I just couldnit go in yet, not until he . . . Oh, there he was going to do it. He struck the match on the railing of the porch and held it up to his mouth. He just stood there, leaning against the door, sucking in and out. As the match burned toward its end, I could see his long eyelashes as they cast dancing shadows across the lids. He blew the match out and said, Good-Nightf, I walked into the house and sat down on my bed. I'1l marry him even though he is twenty-six and smokes a pipe. PHYLLIS STORBERG Form III THE FLAME 39 GUARANTEED PAINLESS HERE was only one thing good about it, I could sleep until eight o'clock instead of seven-fifteen. A At eight o,clock on a dreary Monday morning I crawled out of bed, wondering if I would come home alive or dead. I finally got dressed and plodded downstairs. Not being allowed to have anything to eat, I watched breakfast. A little after nine I was driven down to the Lowry Medical Arts Building and left to its mercies. I got into the elevator and knew that this was the end. The two office nurses were in the same elevator. We went upstairs, and they put me to bed again. I could see them through the rough glass laughing and talking. I-Iow I envied them! After half an hour one of the nurses, Shirley, came back. She rolled a big yellow machine over to me and pressed buttons and turned dials. At last she put a big black cup over my nose and mouth. All I could breathe was oxygen, which was in the machine. The oxygen smelled and tasted like hard, burnt rubber. I had to stay under the thing for six minutes. Every time I breathed deeply the horrid thing would close up, and I wouldn't get any air. When I was almost suffocated, Shirley came back and told me that I hadn't had enough oxygen. I had to have two more tests. My nose was already dented in from the black cup. Well, that was finally over. It was then ten olclock. Shirley came in with a huge needle and a big glass tube. She took at least a cupful of blood, although she assured me it was only a teaspoonful. As she hurried out of the room, she called back gaily. HOur new method, Guaranteed Painlesslw The doctor had to get in his two-bits. He gave me a saturated solution of grapefruit juice, which was nine-tenths sugar. Then he examined my eyes, ears, nose, chest, and reflexes. I have no reflexes. At ten-thirty he took more blood out because he thought Shirley had hurt me. The way he did it was guaranteed painful. The needle went in and out twice before he finally hit the vein. I could hear it pop. When he was through, I was sent to the eye doctor. I was set before a big circle, and I had to tell when I saw the little ball on the end of a stick. It looked like a spit- ball. I Wish I could have thrown it at the nurse. Only one eye was tested so far. Eleven-thirty! Another operation, but 'Kpainlessf of course. After this ordeal I had four holes in both my arms, I would have gladly left them with Shirley. They felt like lumps of lead. Back to my eyes. The other eye was tested. Grudgingly the doctor admitted that I could see. Twelve-thirty! 'KGuaranteed Painless again. This time they weren't satisfied with the cupful of blood out of my arm. They took a spoonful out of my finger. I didn,t know I had so much blood. I was getting hungry, because I hadnlt eaten since the night before. Eyes again. I had to have drops. They were supposed to enlarge my pupils and make me blind as a bat. They certainly did a good job. One-thirty! I staggered back for one of those dreadful operations. But, again it was painless, Now my eyes were looked into again. By this time the drops had made me totally blind. Then more drops to make me see. They didn't do a very good job. Two-thirty! Thank goodness that was the last cup of blood I had to part with. Iive never been so relieved in all my life. Now I could eat. Mother met me, and we went across the street. I looked at the menu, and all I could see was a gray blur. Mother read me the menu, and the waitress stared. 40 THE FLAME I ordered a huge dinner, but the hamburger swam before my eyes, and I couldnit see the plate. I just jabbed with the fork. I couldnit see what I was eating. That was no fun, so we left. Back to the doctoris olifice. My head had to be X-rayed. I could have told them ia was empty. I was put on a table that felt as if it were made of bumpy cement. I sat on my shoulder with my hand hanging down and my feet up in the air. Then I was left alone. After what seemed ages, I was released. That night I went to bed imagining cancer, TB., or polio, at least. The next morn- ing I found out that the doctors said that I was in perfect health. Iim sure they were disappointed. So ended my complete check-up, Guaranteed Painlessf' ANN HARMON Form IV LEARNING T0 DRIVE THE HARD WAY THINK one of the funniest times of my life was my driving lessons. The very first thing my father did when teaching me was to explain a little bit about the parts of a car. I realize that boys and men usually have pretty good mechanical iminds. At least they can understand how the parts of the car work, but can the girls understand those things? What all seemed very simple and logical to my brother seemed like Greek to me. How can one understand that the wheels are connected with the motor, or the clutch connects the motor to the wheels and all the rest of the silly 'things that I learned com- pletely wrongF My father only succeeded in getting me very much confused, in fact, confused fto the point where I was almost afraid to put the brake on for fear the motor would stop running. , Now for lesson two. Daddy had me steer while he did all the foot work. 'Now there is nothing hard about steering a car, or is there? There wasione lovely spot along the River Boulevard where I almost went off a cliff. I guess that was one 0f'the closest calls I have .ever had. , At the beginning of lesson three I started to drive without the aid of my ffather. The car looked like an overgrown grasshopper jumping along the street. Clutch control,'3 my father would shriek at each jerk, but I was too involved in this new switchboard to understand him. Through the entire third lesson I hopped along the streets, raced the motor, and did various other things that donit do cars any good. At lesson four I picked up one of my good driving habits: forgetting to take the emergency brake off. By the end of lesson four I was even beginning to get used to the smell of burnt rubber, but I fear Dad wasnit. Through the next few lessons I improved slightly, and then came that fearful day whenI was to take Mother and Butch for a ride, too. I was doing very 'well until my three back-seat drivers started in. Shift into third, what are you waiting for? Mother would yell, and then after I shifted: L'What did you shift so soon for?,' from my father. Q :A A f VX 'v 'Yv V 434 Q . Qfig:z5'?,:, 9 ' ' ., THE FLAME ,l i ff 'I A 'ff' - vvvvvvf 1 Then my helpful brother would scream: iuTake me back to the horse and buggy daysly' Now all this wasn't very much encouragement after just a few weeks of driving. My greatest trouble though was at the stop signs. 'fDon't go yet. Canyt you see that car coming?,' UGO on, hurry up, there's a car comingln STOP spelled backwards is 'POTS'!', These were the remarks I got at each stop sign from my family. I always drove too slowly forlMother, too fast for Daddy, and to my brother I was a menace to the world. After that one family episode, I refused to let anyone teach me except Daddy. That worked for a while, but once my father lost patience with me, so he turned me over to Butch, who is by far the best driver in the family anyway. I-Ie thought I was doing well for a while until one day I honked madly at a policeman who was crossing the street. He then gave me back to Daddy. Not long after this I was allowed to take the car alone around the block, and from then on my driving was uneventful. SALLY BRONSTIEN Form V AND I'LL BE IN SCOTLAND BEFORE YOU T WAS seven olclock. The rising sun, streaming in the open double window, spread itself upon my drowsy face. I rolled over painfully and gazed at the clock, then at my roommate. She was sleeping blissfully where the early morning sun couldnlt get at her. I turned over on my back and thought about the last three days, the first of my stay at camp. The first day all the old girls rushed up and greeted each other, while the new girls wandered aimlessly about getting in the way and in the wrong places. The first day is always strange. The second, everybody knows everybody else quite well, and camp life begins. I remembered the second day when we all had had riding tryouts. Since there were only eight horses, not many of us could try out at a time. I was shoved out into the ring, and a black horse was thrust at me. His name was Ebony. Iust as my foot was in the stirrup, he turned around and glared at me. I was ready to quit right then. But before I could get off, I heard the clipped voice of the riding instructor, K'Wa-alkf, I trotted. We went around the ring twice. I was beginning to have a little more confidence. Suddenly the animal leapt forward, I fell backward, and we cantered off. Everyone else was trotting. After a while everyone cantered. Ebony thought he would like to trot. Finally he cantered, and I bounced way up in the air, almost out of sight. That was the end of our riding lesson, and also the end of my sitting down for a while. Then I remembered that dreadful day, Yesterday. I looked down at my bandages and resolved never to get on a horse again. I remembered that I was awakened by my room- mate singing, uYou take the high road, and 1,11 take the low road, and I'11 be in Scotland before youf, I had sat up and stared at her. She laughed and said, 'LThat,s just a song I heard somewhere. I like it. We both laughed, and then the gong rang for getting up. We got up, had break- fast, made our beds, and cleaned up our room when another gong sounded. Then we went to our first class, which was archery. I was not very good at archery. I had an arrow all strung, and I was singing that Scotland song to myself, when someone ex- claimed about a bright blue convertible that had just turned into the driveway of the camp farmhouse. Suddenly the arrow left me and Hew through the laundry hanging on the line. That was the end of my archery for the day. As we ran to change our clothes for the next class, which was riding, I kept thinking, 42 THE FLAME 'AYou take the high road, and I'11 take the low road, and I'l1 be in Scotland before youfi I got on my old pal, Ebony, and we sailed around the ring. I didn't bounce quite so high. The instructor must have noticed this, because he cheerfully announced that we would try the three-foot jump. My heart leapt into my mouth. I managed to swallow it and to look at everyoneis reactions. Not even a ripple of concern crossed their faces, so I lined up behind the other horses. One at a time they all sailed easily over the jump and cantered back to the rear of the line. At last it was my turn. Ebony thundered down the path, the jump loomed big and solid. I was thinking of that song again. We were almost on top of the jump. We were about to go over. Suddenly Ebony stopped dead, and I sailed over the jump without him. Painfully I rolled over and looked at my roommate. I could still hear her. Well, I guess you took the high road, the horse took the low road, and you were in Scotland before him! ANN HARMON Form IV DAY'S END EFORE my father left that morning, he said to me, Make it your job to get the cows this afternoon. The farmer has too many other things to do.', All day long I dreaded the thought of the boring trudge through the fields. As the bright glaring sun began to wane, I let myself through the gate with its hunk of metal hung on a wire to make it shut. The lake looked cool and ripply in the sunshine, but close to shore I could see the murky green slime clinging to the trunks of the trees which had been deadened by the rise of the lake. Even now, the dogs, who had taken a quick, cool plunge, were trying to shake off the elusive jelly-like slime. I walked on, my shoes squishing in the half-wet, muddy earth. I took off the hot shoes, delighting in the clammy feeling, laughing at the tiny fountains of blackness squirt- ing through my toes. A wet little mud turtle slithered into the lake after we disturbed its sleepy solitude. The dogs plodded along beside me, their heads hanging down and their tongues hanging out. But as soon as an inquisitive little gopher popped its head out of its mound of earth like a jack-in-the-box, the dogs bounced into action and tore after it. I climbed up the rock-strewn, sandy washout to the gate, opened it, and crossed the dusty road to the cow pasture. I could tell the difference right away. The coolness was gone, and in its place the waning rays of the summer sun seemed to penetrate every part of me. The long weeds tickled my legs, and a soft breeze stirred the ends of my hair and rustled the leaves in the trees. As the ground was blistering to my feet, I put my shoes back on again. The cows languidly lifted their heads, looked at me as if they were deciding whether or not they would entrust themselves to my care, and slowly ambled toward the gate. I hurried after them, lifted up the bars of the pasture gate, made sure none had escaped down the road, and herded them down the washout to the lake, where they filled their tired mouths with cool water, lifting their heads to let it drain down their throats. The dogs came back from the gopher and took it upon themselves to finish the herding. I was glad and sauntered along enjoying the long lavender shadows and the complete stillness of everything. That evening at dinner when my father thanked me for getting the cows, I said, Oh, Daddy, Iill do it any timeli' LUCY IACKSON Form V THE FLAME 43 HREFLEXIONS DES ETOILESH CThcre is no attempt here to follow the lifc of Niginsky beyond thc fact that a ballet dancer loses his mind. The characters are fictitious. The play is the outgrowth of a study of one-act playsj Characters: Goronofski, crippled director of the ballet. Alexandria Arovitch, a ballerina. Iosef Luvonov, a dancer. Extra dancers, two stage hands, a doctor. Acr I Scene: Vienna 1936. Practice room back stage of the opera house in Vienna. The familiar har of the dancers in the hack. Up right, a door leading to the stage. Exit door from outside down left, When curtain rises, dancers are warming up. lt is 8:30 A .M . fosef and a dancer enter in deep conversation from the stage fup rightj. Mufled conversation of dancers is in the background. IOSEF: I still think Goronofski should let me understudy Arovitch because, after all, that is what I am here for. DANCER: I know, but Arovitch doesn,t need an understudy. He is the worldfs greatest dancer. i IOSEF: Yes, but have you noticed him lately? DANCER: I have. He seems to be getting rather temperamental. IOSEF: He is far beyond that stage. He seems purely run down to me. I clonit see how he will ever be able to dance that difficult role in Reflexions des Etoiles tomorrow night in his condition .... 2 DANCER: Oh-back to work! Here comes Goronofski! fGoronofski enters with a cane and his pet cat. He pounds his cane violently on the flo0r.j GORONOFSKI: Get back to work, all of youl No one ever accomplished anything of great merit by just talking. lHe sits down and speaks toilosefj I see you too often at rehearsals. I thought I recommended you to that ballet company that is touring France. IOSEF: I was hired by the producer to come here and understudy Arovitch, but what am I doing?-Nothing! GORGNOFSKI: I don't see any future in that. Arovitch doesn't need an understudy. You couldn,t hope to compete with him in any way. It is for your own good that I am telling you this. Excuse me, Mr. Luvonov, but I believe it is time for rehearsal to begin. fl-Ie turns to dancers and taps his cane harshlyj Everyone on stage quickly for rehearsal. fAs the dancers exeunt, Alexandria enters from the stage up rlghtj GORONOFSKI: Good morning, my dear. How is your husband, the master of the ballet, today? ALEXANDRIA: fTrouhledj That is what I have come to speak to you about. I am really worried about him. GORONOFSKI: Why, my dear, what is the trouble? Surely nothing serious? ALEXANDRIA: I am sure you know your business as a director, Mr. Goronofski, and I know I have spoken to you before, but don't you think you have been working Lorand too hard? GORONOFSKI: lQuietlyj Why, Alexandria, as I have said, you as a ballerina should know that the only way to success is constant practice. H llosef enters up right from stage and listensj ALEXANDRIA: But, Mr. Goronofski, I am afraid if this keeps up Lorand will not be able to dance tomorrow night. GORONOFSKI: Never fear! Lorand is often restless before a great performance. 44 THE FLAME ,ij kfll if . I A ,awww in ALEXANDRIA: Yes, but this time he seems worse than before. I really think it would be wise to have an understudy ready. Why not Mr. Luvonov? He seems like a very promising star. IOSEF: fC'oming forufttrdj Madame Arovitch offers an excellent suggestion. fTo herj Thank you! GORONOFSKI: fWith ci touch of angerj No one knows Lorand better than I. ALEXANDRIA: But I . . . his wife . . . GORONOFSKI: flgnores herj Tomorrow night he will show the world what he really is! IOSEF: If you would just let me rehearse the part- GORONOFSKI: fFirmlyQ I assure you, Mr. Luvonov, that Mr. Arovitch will be all right. H-Ie turns from them,' und after at moment's hesitation, they exeunt. Goronofslqi slowly turns tzroundg and, stroking his cat, he limps to front of staged GORONOFSI: fftzllqing to cat, uficlqedlyj Now, my beautiful, Alexandria gives us proof that our plan is taking form. After four years of overworking Lorand Arovitch, at last he is beginning to crack under the strain before his greatest performance. To think that I, the once-great Goronofski, could be dancing this very role if it hadnit been for this! fHe looks at his legj Six years ago I was the greatest dancer, and today, because of an automobile accident, he is dancing my role. fl-Ie slowly exits as curtain fttllsj ACT II The night of the performance, same set. Goronofslqi is seated directing 7'C'h6ll7'S6ll. Alexandria comes bursting in. ALEXANDRIA: fto Goronofslgi frtlnticullyj Something terrible has happened! Call a doctor, immediately! GORONOFSKI: flnnocentlyj Why, what has happened? Surely nothing to be alarmed about! ALEXANDRIA: Itas Lorand! I knew you would do something terrible to him! He has become violent! GORONOFSKI: What has he done? ALEXANDRIA: In an argument with his agent he became so worked up that he savagely choked your cat and . . . GORONOFSKI: What!!! My beautiful ca .... I ALEXANDRIA: Yes, and now he has locked himself in his room and is raging with laughter. Oh, call a doctor quickly! I can't bear it any longer! GORONOFSKI: fSignals to cz dctncerj You! Ion! Call a doctor right away! fThe dancer and Alexandria exeuntj Iosef! Iosef! Come here! IOSEF: fEnters from stage door up righty Yes, Mr. GoronofskiP GORONOFSKI: Something has happened to Mr. Arovitch! You must take his role. IOSEF: How can I when you would never let me rehearse it? GORONOFSKI: That makes no difference! I order you! IOSEF: But I am not taking orders from you! GORONOFSKI: You have a choice. Either you dance this role, or you will never dance ballet on the stage again. I will see to that! IOSEF: If that is my choice, I am compelled to do it. fl-Ie turns slowly and letzzfesj GORONOFSKI: I have finally won! Arovitch is mad, and Luvonov must dance a part he has never rehearsed. Inevitably, he will be a failure. Now I have attained my goal! IA buzzer rings for curtain, and he leaves to go out to sttzgcij Uosef and Alexandria enter in costumed IOSEF: It is wonderful of you to dance tonight when your husband is so ill. ALEXANDRIA: Don't worry about me. Lorand is just upset from so much overwork- ing. But you-why, you have never even rehearsed. 46 THE FLAME IOSEF: I have dreamed about dancing this role, and I have Watched your husband re- hearsing it for weeks: so I am sure that you and Mr. Goronofski need not liear. ffl seeona' buzzer ringsj 'fThey wish etzeh other luelq and go to stage up right. Applause off staged fG0l'0710f5kl' enters from street down left with doetolxj GURONOFSKI: . . . And then there is no hope for him? DOCTOR: No, he is totally insane. This will be very hard on his wife, but of course she must not know until the performance is over. And to have this happen on the night of your most important ballet . . . GORONOFSKI: Thank you for your sympathy, Doctor. flloetor exits down leftj fGoron0fslgi wullqs offer to exit on left and looks out. Two stage hands enter and tufzteh by right exit, listening to musiezj lst MAN: Never since Arovitch's hrst performance on this stage have I seen anything like it. 2nd MAN: Yes, Luvonov is truly a great artist! fG01'077Of'ikli ozferhetzrs them and turns around. He watches Luzfonotf us tremendous up- plouse eomes from off stage. His shoulders slump despuiringly us he goes outside dorwz lefty LA NEIGE E CIEL est blanc et aussi le monde. La terre, les fleurs, elles sont toutes Blanche. hne, serree, etoilee4 La neigc tombe toute la journee. Les gens dehors marchent rapidement. Les visages sont rouges a cause du vent. Blanche, hue, serree, etoilee4 La neige tombe toute la journee. Les enfants ecrivent sur ce champ blanc Les noms de ceux qu'ils aiment tant. Fine, nette, brillante, et crispee- La neige tombe toute la journee. Curtain blondes. MOLLY TEASDALE PATSY TOYVLE KITTY WOLFF Form V MA FAMILLE 'AI une tres petite famille: Ma mere, mon pere, et moi. Nous sommes toujours tres contents, Seuls, entre nous trois. Ma mere est une belle personneg Elle a de beaux yeux bleus. Elle est toujours tres active, Car elle est comme le feu. Mon pere n'est pas tres beau, Il n'a guere de cheveux, Mais il est bon enfant, NANCY NUMEYLR Avec ses grands yeux bleusl Form IV ANN HARMON THE FLAME F ornz IV A FUNNY LOOKING MUTT I-IAT'S the funniest looking mutt Iive ever seen. What kind is it, for heaven sakes?,' These are the exact words of everyonewho walks into our house and sees our little black dog. A little bit of cocker and a little Abit of scottyf, These are my exact words in reply to their horrid statement and embarrassing ques- tion. I wish that I could say somethingijust as mean back to them. But Iim afraid there tis nothing much to say, for when Ilook at Gip, I realize that she is rather strange: a long, fat short-haired body with a long pointed tail that sticks straight into the air, waves around in circles, or frantically back and forth, short stubby legs, one white paw, a long pointed face with short floppy ears, and a grey chin! Yes, this is Gippy, but really I must tell you about her personality and charm before you form your opinion from my vivid 'description of her external appearance, for I will grant you that she isn't beautiful! I think that Gip would give her right leg to be able to talk to you. Sometimes I think she is going to burst, she has so many things to say. Somehow she usually manages to get her point across by prancing up and down and walking back and forth, giving you certain kinds of glances. Her most common glance when she wants to go outside is that of you'll be sorry. This almost always arouses us even if we 'are curled up by the fire or deep in a book. Another very familiar look that Gip gives us three times a day is the starvation lookf, She always sleeps under the dining room table at mealtime, but manages to keep one eye, one ear, and her nose open to any particularly good aroma or sign of food. The minute the first person makes preparation for leaving the table, Gip makes a leap for the kitchen and starts sniHing her bowl which stands under the sink. Gip then looks at you with her big, brown, watery eyes and gives you the ustarvation lookf, The plates are hurriedly scraped. Some scraps are dropped into Gippy's dish and the rest into the garbage. This she cannot understand, and she tries to tell us that she doesn't care what she eats just so itis food and there is plenty of it, but we know her better. We have to Wash her bowl and pick out dried pieces of celery or fat which Gip did not care forf' I think Gip's cutest expression is her innocence expression. This she puts 'on most frequently, especially when she has been lying on a good chair or bedspread, anld we walk in and catch her. Immediately she puts on her innocence, and before you know it, you are patting her and telling her what a good dog she is. Yes, Gippy is a shrewd little dog, but Iim afraid she is very spoiled. Her clever personality keeps her in good standing with everyone, and that is why you should get to know her better before you make the rash statement, That,s the funniest looking mutt live ever seen. What kind is it, for heaven sakesPU NANCY NEIMEYER Form IV SOUTHERN SUNDAY HE chimes from a near-by church rang out, cutting through the bright Sunday morning air. The little Southern town hummed with activity foreign to a weekday. Boys rode down the streets with baseball mitts swinging from the handlebars of their bicycles. Little children played jump rope or marbles while their elders sat on sunny porches and chatted. Tall trees stretched in the warmth and rustled their chant of approval. We drove down the streets, enjoying the spring flowers and grass with the appreciation of Northerners fresh from Marchis bitter sleet and filthy snow. We assumed that 48 THE FLAME Southern air of nonchalance though we had a definite destination. But no matter how often we turned left and then jogged right, we never found Saint Mary's Church as the hotel man assured us we would. So, though I had to swallow my pride, I stopped the car when I saw an erect black figure stepping briskly down the sidewalk. I inquired: HI wonder if you could tell me the way to Saint Maryis Church? We seem to be having a little diliiculty in finding itf, 'AI should be only too delighted to assist you, she replied in a voice just a little shocked that anyone could be so unfortunate as not to know the whereabouts of Morgan- ton's first church. lust continue straight until you reach Magnolia, then after a few blocks turn right on Oak Terracef, She hesitated for a moment and then ventured, I am on my way there this very minute, and if you would be so good as to give me a ride, I could easily show you the wayf' We were very much delighted to have her come with us. As it was still rather early, she suggested that we take a short drive around the town so that we could see some of its beauties. She pointed out many lovely old houses belonging to Aunt Claire or Cousin Willfred or dear Mrs. Bellmount. Obviously she was a well-known citizen in the town, for as we drove slowly along, she bowed and smiled at young and old alike. She was the perfect lady from an old novel. She held her tiny self perfectly straight, her black dress had no wrinkle, her white hair was immaculate. She belonged to this town, for both were growing old gracefully. We arrived at church at the same time as many other Sunday worshippers, all of whom greeted our new friend cordially. She seemed to forget us as she inquired about Mrs. Iohnston's new grandson and Emma's health. As we entered the small stone church, we found it was already nearly filled. We viewed without enthusiasm the prospect of sitting behind one of the massive pillars that were so numerous. With a difiident manner our friend informed us, Here at Saint Maryis most of the pews belong to families and have belonged to them for generations. I'm very much afraid that you will not be able to find a pew for your rather large family, but I should enjoy having you sit with me, for I am alone since my dear Harriet passed onf' We realized the honor she had bestowed on us and gratefully followed her down to the family pew. The service for the Sunday after Easter was lovely. The sun streamed through the colored stained glass windows casting gorgeous blues and reds on the con- gregation. After the service everyone was most cordial to us. We were served a very refreshing cup of tea in the Parish House. As we left, we asked our sweet benefactor if we could take her home. She accepted eagerly. It was getting hotter, and a ride must have been welcome. After assuring someone she would love to come to tea, our friend came with us. Once again we were directed down shady streets, past old brick houses. Well out in the outskirts of town we turned in between cast-iron gates and drove up a driveway. VVith many thanks and good-byes we saw her disappear between the heavy doors of the large brick house. As I drove off. I looked back and saw a sign over the gate: .-XLBENII-XIQLE COUNTY POOR HOME. EDITH Nm Form VI THE FLAME WHITEFISH, LONG AGO ' ' AT-A-TAT-TAT-TAT! A woodpecker, up with the sun, is already busy at his work. I can look out the window and see the flash of his red head moving back and forth as he chops the tree in a restless tattoo. He wears a black tuxedo and clean white collar to work. Sometimes he pauses and cocks his head to study, with a bright beady eye, the rough bark of the tree trunk. It is morning at Whitefish Lake. I sit up in bed and throw off the covers. The warm sunlight, filtering through the screens, sits on the iron bed posts and shines in my eyes. Every bed is empty but mine. With a sleepy yawn, I get up, push open the cabin door, and make my way along the path to the big cabin. I enter by way of the kitchen, and no sooner am I inside than a wonderful smell surrounds me. I know without looking that Mom is making pancakes on the big wood stove. Soon Grace, the maid, has me all dressed, and I am helping her put the napkins on the table. It is my special job to see that everyone has a napkin in the morning. I sit down on the hard wooden bench to wait for breakfast. Outside, the pump wheezes and groans as Daddy draws a bucket of clear, cold drink- ing water. When I get bigger, I will have to do that. After breakfast I go out to the wood shed to see the bloodsucker. Daddy found it yesterday, black and enormous, sticking to the dock, and he brought it up the hill in a bucket of wet sand. I look in the bucket, but the bloodsucker is gone. Maybe he didn't like the sand and crawled back down to the lake. I hate bloodsuckers. 'KKaw-ka-ku-oo! Ku-oo! Way down in the valley, some bird of the swamp screams in a long, lonely wail, piercing the quiet of the morning. I go in the opposite direction from the sound, racing down the gully and up the other side to Uncle Clemis black log cabin. There is a little sign on the bright red door that says, The doctor is inf, as as as Already it is beginning to get darker as I sit on the soft carpet of pine needles outside our door, idly waiting to be called to supper. The sun has set one whole side of the sky on fire. Ican see the red glow of it through the tree tops. The lake looks exactly like the sky, only upside-down. There are big black shadows between the tree trunks. I am not afraid, but I go inside anyway. Inside, the kerosene lamps have already been lit and are hung suspended from the ceiling, swinging gently, and casting strange lights on the dark log walls. After supper is over, Grace gets me into my pajamas and takes me out to the little sleeping cabin. An owl hoots softly in the night. Soon I am all tucked in bed, and I lie alone, listening to the far-off lapping of the Waves against the sand, and I look out the window at the great, tall pine trees with twinkling stars in their branches. The yellow moon hangs low, like the lamps. A little velvety mothmiller flutters against the screen, and then all isiquiet at Whitefish. MOLLY SIMPSON Form V GOOD HUNTING HE wind swooped down through the leafless branches and beat against our coats. I dropped behind my brother, who was walking at a rapid pace, trying to keep warm. He was breathing heavily, and the smoke from his pipe drifted back in short, sharp puffs into my face. Reluctantly, I followed as he dived into the underbrush. I had to be careful not to bump my loaded gun as we ducked in and out of the tangled under- growth. 50 THE FLAME This was the day I had been waiting for, my hrst hunt. For months I had been practicing target shooting with my light rifle. Later he had let me use the caliber rifle which was so heavy that I couldn't hold it steady. After a while I got used to it. For a long time I had waited for my brother to ask me to go hunting, but he never did. When the hunters returned, there would always be glowing accounts of the expedition. While I watched my brother cleaning ducks and pheasants, he described the whole day to me. I had a collection of multi-colored tailfeathers which I had picked up when he was through. Then one day, without a word, he handed me his heavy rifle and walked out the door. Soon we were on higher ground. Looking down the valley, I could see the barren trees hovering close to the hill against the wind. I searched the landscape for some clue of wild game. There was no sign of life except a hawk making aimless patterns in the sky. My brother was busily cleaning his Luger beside me. He muttered a few terse Words to me through his teeth clenched on his pipe. Then there was a lull in the wind, the trees stood rigid and motionless, the hawk seemed frozen in the sky, everything was quiet and yet tense, waiting for something to happen. Suddenly there was the Hash of a white tail in the distance. With an automatic gesture, my brother snapped off the safety catch and jerked his gun up. Somehow I felt paralyzed. I just sat there trying to remember what to do. I gritted my teeth against the oncoming noise. Three rapid-fire shots Filled the air grating against my senses. My brother swore softly and jammed a new magazine into the gun. A cloud of dust rose as the bullets spattered the ground. Then I saw it. A small doe staggered forward a few steps and slumped onto the ground. My stomach turned over as the animal lay on its back, its feet kicking in the air, squirming from side to side. Grimacing, my brother pumped the rest of the magazine into it. A heavy silence fell. The doe lay rigid in a strange, twisted position. My brother was in high spirits as we Walked home, exhilarated by his success. He had already begun to make plans for the next week end. HI know a hunting lodge up north where the deer just overrun the place. With a few more people, we could probably bag one apiece. That aim of yours needs some more practice. If the deer will stand still for about five minutes, you can probably hit it. He seemed to think this was funny. I said nothing. He turned to me and said expectantly, '6You want to go, don't you? A pang of nausea came over me at the mental picture of the doe in that awful, tortured position. I tried to sound as casual as I could. f'I'd really like to go, but I think I'm going to be busy next week endf, LEssER STOLTZE Form IV AWAKENING Out of the drowsy arms of sleep I float, Loosing my mind and body from its chains, Until upon the threshold of the day I pause, awake but only half aware. Then, casting off the bonds that drag me down, Down, down, to thiabyss of rest, I rise, No more a fettered captive, from my bed, And greet the dawn anew. MARGARET METCALF Form IV THE FLAME 51 FIRST PERFORMANCE ITI-I my back to the curtain, I suddenly became panicky. I-Iow would I know when it went up? I had to know that so I could count to three and turn around nonchalantly. The heat from the footlights made my bare legs wet and sticky. I knew without looking that they were very red. Wouldn't it be ghastly if one of my feet went to sleep? But that was silly, it had never happened during rehearsals. If Ioe, one of the stage hands, had forgotten to light the candles on the mantel, what would I do? Looking out of the corner of my eye, I found I couldnlt see the mantel. Not daring to move even my head, I strained my eyes once more with no success. Oh, well, if he hadnit, there was nothing I could do about it now. I knew it was wrong to go over your lines just before curtain time, but I was so afraid of that opening speech that I did it anyway. After going over it twice, I was satisfied. Trying to occupy my mind with something else, anything else, I looked at the picture on the desk. It was called Modernesque,u and I had never been able to figure it out. The background was shocking pink, and up in the left-hand corner was a hand. The artist, whoever he was, must have known a great del about anatomy, as the hand seemed so natural. There was a bird in the center, or was it a plane? The body was that of a sea gull, but I was sure it had two propellers. As that was all I could make out of the picture, I shifted my eyes so that I could see the window. There was a gray gelatin and a yellow light behind it to give the effect of a cloudy day. Being so close, it seemed very artificial, but I knew it would be convincing out front. My eyes began to ache from looking so far to one side, so I closed them. My legs and back were burning from the lights, and I wished furtively for the curtain to go up. I started reciting The White Cliffs of Doverf' as I so often do when I am bored or scared. UI have loved England dearly and deeply since that first morning, shining and pure the White Cliffs . . .N Where was that cold air coming from? Then I remembered the director saying, When you feel a cool breeze on your legs, the curtain is going upf' I began to count slowly one, two, three and turned around nonchalantly giving my opening speech. CYNTHIA BAER Form IV EXPECTANCY AVE they?', I asked in a voice which was supposed to sound nonchalant but instead sounded more like a combination of expectancy and reluctance. No,,' replied my brother, whom I had just caught stealing a glance out the window when he thought I wasn't looking. Ah! I can put this black six on that red seven, and then I can put the ace out, I mused, but my mind wasn't really on the game of solitaire. Instead I was thinking about my motherls return from Cape Cod. I couldnlt seem to decide whether it was worth my freedom to have her back, but then there was the thought of what she would have in her suitcase! As I was pondering on this subject, john suddenly leapt up from the radia- tor with a cry, They,re hereli' Then with an embarrassed look at me he walked unen- thusiastically from the room. Being at the age where nothing short of an atomic blast is supposed to affect me fmy family calls me Queenie,' as a resultj, I calmly finished my game of solitaire. But I wasnit as calm as I appeared. I was really listening intently to the sounds from below: the mad barking of Douglas and Aaron, the slamming of the front door, my little brother's expectant, Hello, Mammaf, and the sound of a loud kiss, johnls changing voice saying, 'gHello, Mother, and then a rather hollow kiss, which sounded to me as though it were made on the ear. Iohn thinks that kissing should be reserved only for old ladies and numerous dogs. 52 THE FLAIVIE After these sounds had abated, I decided it was just the time to make 'Amy entrance. I walked over to the mirror, set my face in a bored expression, and started to walk slowly down the stairs, thinking about my vanished freedom. But halfway down my greedy nature got the better of me, and I ran the remaining twelve steps in record time. I speedily gained momentum as I tore down, and by the time I reached the bottom. I felt as though I were Hying. Now the carpet has come loose on our bottom step. and as I came to it. I seemed to pause in my mad Hightg and before I knew what was happening, I found my- self sitting right in the middle of the hall surrounded by two leaping dogs with quizzical expressions on their faces. and a laughing family. I gingerly picked myself up and kissed Mother with a face that was very red, to say nothing of my knees. Then We all Went into the living room to hear about the trip. Mother took off her shoes, something she always does whenever she has been on a train. I don't know why trains should affect her in this Way, but they seem to. George sat forward on his chair with one eye on the suiteasesg and while I tenderly rubbed my bruised knees, Mother began her story. M. . . and there was almost nothing to eat on that . . l'NIother. don't you think I ought to move your suitcases away from the radiator? If you have anything that might melt . . .H HOh! my poor kneesli' VVell. to get back . . . Mother, look! Aaron is chewing the strap of your brown suitcase! Isn't he cute? He seems to Wzlllt them opened. As I was saying, I had to spend the night at the Traveler's Aid. because I missed the last . . f' These suitcases are awfully heavy. I wonder what can be in themf' And she was so worried when I didnit arrive on . . .ii Hnfother, donit you suppose you would like me to bring these suitcases near you just in case? The Cape is so beautiful at this time of year. Are all those cute little shops still open? 4 'Lookl If I bribed you. would you listen to my story? Now, Mother! 4 'VVhateyer gave you such an idea?', 4 iAll right, George. you may put my suitcases down, and I'll open themlv IANE BURR Form VI RAGGLES OUS avions un chien C ui manffeait tres bien. D Il dormait tout le jour Dans notre grande cour. Il etait tres gras Et il ne eourait pas. Il avait une petite queue Qu'il remuait un peu. THE FLAME Il etait bien connu, lit quand il disparut Tout le quartier pleurait. Car tOL1t le monde l'aimait. It'L1.xN.x Chu: Form II' THE RIVER GAME ' A- RY.U An echo bounced off the rocky cliffs on the opposite shore, 'KMa- ry! The little girl squealed with delight and dug her toes into the warm, yellow sand. She felt the friendly sun resting on her bare legs and arms, and in the air she could smell the happy, golden scent of summertime. Birds sang from the pines, and the water laughed every time a fish leapt up from its green depths. The river, like a living thing, flowed lazily by. Mary hopped up and waded quickly into the water. The cold shock of it made her feet tingle. She kicked and splashed and played with the river. She stopped to watch the ripples form an ever-widening circle around her and wondered how it could be. The sandy bottom felt cool and smooth. Below the surface a white something sparkled in the sunlight. She looked curiously for a moment and then put her face into the clear water and stared hard. It was a pearly clam shell, lying half buried in the brown sand. She reached down for it and came up quite wet, clutching her treasure in one small fist while drops of water trickled off the end of her nose. Very carefully she laid the shell in the sun to dry. Along the winding shore there were many very old pine trees. Their gnarled roots, made bare by the rising and falling of the river, curled like long thirsty fingers to the water's edge. Green pine boughs jutted out from the banks and hung over the river. Mary noticed one branch whose slender needles were almost dipping in the water. She walked along the shore, kicking up little sprays ahead of her as she went. When she came to the branch, she reached up and grasped it firmly with both hands and then, with one lithe motion, swung her body up and hooked her legs over the branch so that she was hanging by her knees. She swung back and forth, feeling the blood rush to her face, and letting her yellow hair tickle the surface of the water. The rough bark scratched her legs, so she skinned-the-cat and landed with a splash. Don't go too far away, Mary,', cried her mother's ever-watchful voice. So Mary ran back to her clam shell. MOLLY SIMPSON Form V MA RETRAITE UAND je me sens contente, quand ma vie est joyeuse, Ie vais 21 ma retraite. Quand j'ai de douces pensees, quand je suis bien heureuse, Ie vais ou je puis etre Tranquille, 21 ma retraite. Quand je suis irritee, quand rien n'est pour me plaire, Ie vais 21 ma retraite. Quand les gens miexasperent, quand je suis en colere, Ie vais ou je puis etre Seule, at ma retraite. Et ou est cette retraite? Ou trouvai-je ma tour? Cfest ma chambre at coucher. Elle connait mes humeurs, ici ses murs m'entourent. Rien ne peut me toucher Dans ma chambre 5 coucher. EDITH NYE Form VI K? 'tm WHEN I RIDE ROM the very beginning Iyve 'always liked to ride horseback. Ever since I was four years old, I would dream from the beginning to the end of my ride. When I started out across the lake to herd the horses home, I would be a horse Wrangler, trying to steal my own horses. But when the horses turned back on me and ran towards the barn, they spoiled my story. As I started to curry and brush the horse I was going to ride, I would change from a horse Wrangler to a groom that worked in an old English estate in about eighteen hundred and ten. I continued to be an English groom until I rode out of the gate. It was then that I became a pony express rider, only the horse was very tired, so I would have to walk him. When I had ridden a mile at this slow speed, I would commence to trot. During this time, while I was trotting, I was a jockey warming up a horse for the Saratoga handicap. Then some miserable hills were barring the way for me. So my game was to see if I could look over the last hill to see the beautiful stretch on which I would be able to canter. There was a road Iwould make myself wait for, and then when I reached it, I allowed myself to canter. Imme- diately I was a doctor racing to save some person,s life. I would bend down near the horsels neck and hold my right foot pretending it was the doctor's bag in which so many cures were carried. Around the turn I,d go, and I would be there just in time to save the dying person. At the highway I had to turn around to my dislike and the horse's rapture. After a slight rest, we started out at a faster canter which usually turned into a gallop. Now I was racing against the fastest horse of the century. The Schaeffer,s mailbox was the finish line which I plunged over exactly one inch ahead of the other contestants. After this wonderful ride, I again slowed my horse down and walked the last mile home. HLNRILTTA Iixcxsox Form II NEVER AGAIN S THIS Mr. Iohnston's studioFU A silly question, for plainly printed on the door were the words-Edward lohnxton, Photograplzer. I'm Teedie Mairs. I think I--ahh 'iOh, yes, you,re from Summit School, aren,t you? Would you hang your coat in the closet and follow mef, A flowing figure led the Way into a brilliantly lighted dressing room. Ah, the lights gleam the way to fame, and what was more thrilling than to have a real photographer take a glamorous, flattering picture. I could see it all: long hair waving down my'back, a look of serene sophistication upon my face. Then I looked in the mirror. What did I see? Short hair and a crooked nose, not to mention the pox mark left from last spring. nWould you rake off some of your lipstick now, please?I' What a blow! HHmmm, now let's see. We'll put some base on to even your coloringf' A slab of soft grease hit me in the face and was smeared all over leaving me with the desirable feeling of a greased pig. We were joined by Mr. Iohnston himself. He stood back of me looking into the mirror. He kept looking and said, 'KHmrnmm.H He looked again and repeated that intelligent phrase, 'KHmmmmm.'I The performance was repeated sev- eral times until I felt the pink blanket of embarrassment creep from my toes up to my ears. Was I so beautiful that he couldnyt take his eyes off me? All right, that,ll do. No, there's a piece of hair that curls the wrong way. Fix it. All rightf' The next room was bare except for a huge camera, a straight-backed chair, and several large lights. I sat down in the stiffest, most uncomfortable chair that I,ve ever 56 THE FLAME known, it was even worse than the desks at school. I wondered where the plush and satin were. All right, sit up straight, look this way. No, over here. Eyes up, chin up a li ---- ttle bit. That light must be moved this way-little more-hold it, a little smile-that's it. Splendid, fine. There it isf, I don't know how long it took, but I felt that halt of a century had passed before I could move again, and I could hear my bones crack. Have you ever had your neck wrung like a chicken's? If so, you'll know exactly how I felt after holding my head in a double-jointed position. Next we'll try a big smile. All right, fix your eyes on a spot on the wall and keep them there. Now let's have that smile-big one. Wait a minute, turn your head a bit, but don't change the expression. Hold it, wet the lips, hold it. Fine. All right. Everyone knows what a toothpaste advertisement looks like, but does everyone know how it feels to pose for one? A sincere, toothy smile with all the sparkle of the stars behind it. And then theres the spot on the wall. For the first several seconds to look at one spot is all right, there's no reaction. But, after three minutes, the colors begin to change, blue, yellow, red-until everything grows hazy, blotched. Spots of black dance before your eyes, little figures begin to Hit around doing oriental dances with many colored scarves. Every time you blink there's a new picture, a change of scenery. It's better than a movie theater because there are attractions every blink. I lost all sense of time staring at the small spot on the wall. As I left, I looked care- fully to see if there was any sign of a hole. My neck was stiffer than a crowbar. and Ilm sure my eyes were unnaturally large. I have drawn one conclusion from my experience. I would rather swallow a live rat whole than pose for another picture. The ordeal is great, but more trying yet is the day when you open the envelope to see those proofs. Then you will say to yourself as I did, 'fNever againf' LoU1sE Mains Q Form VI TBOIS PERSONNES D ,mx mom, E VOUS dirai un poeme U'-5'l H056 De trois personnes que j'aime, ' LQ P9-it-L Sgkgj Et peutetre, aussi, ouelquefois xx: ' I Ie vous parlerai de mol. ' ,h . 1 Kin: xtdue I. omme de ma famille I 31: gr l Est souvent inutile, Quand apres le diner, Les assiettes il faut laver. Ma jolie mere est tres habileg Elle fait des choses diH'iciles. Elle fait la cuisine, elle fait le pain, ON-5 Elle est aimee par nos voisins. De mon frere, ie parle le dernier. Il monte souvent dans le pommier. Quand vous le regardez kbo-gli.. VNI-6+ xtgggyx... .1 vifsxs'-,.k xuttlglgs 'br-Ak' 'lla-X . SLAX gexxiltx Vllxb.-Amiga ..,. In.: an ! is N givin , AQ N q ' A X A Q r , M 1 ' Y ' 1' P Q 5 lg4ng.qy..k , Sans doute vous sourirez. I' ' I 'IOM' I v 3. PnY1.L1s LAIDLMV I , 5 9 ' Form IV nova K .I KK, J' Sb gym J I I S QICLA THE FLAME WMM Ai, ,MVCGI 0 a l L. if LIJ' KU'-'N I U. CLLX funk ' g,.f.-.1- 4 VXAAN-A :A 44 MY MORNING MOOD Good morning, dearf, Morningf, Why, what's wrong? You sound like youire in another one of your moodsf, as as ss as 4: cs in sc sz sc 4: Nothing's wrong, Mother. I'm just slightly tired. In fact I think I,m still sleeping. That just goes to prove that you absolutely must go to bed earlier. Mother, I refuse to argue so early in the morningf' All right, but if you lose any more sleep you know the consequencesf, Uh-huhf' Did you hear me? Yes, Mother, I think I didf' Drink your orange juice, please. Oh no! Mother, you know I can't stand itf, I donit care. You need it. Why, in my Red Cross Canteen Course I learned . . . Pul-eeze, Mother. I donit care if it has every vitamin known to man in it. I still donit like itf, aa As sc as cc I just donit understand how you can be so disagreeable in the morning. lim sorry.', And don't talk with your mouth fullf, Please pass the peanut butter. Iid swear you live on peanut butter. You eat everything that does you no earthly good, and you certainly show it. Why you weigh almost as much as your brotherf, nc as Mother, that is a gross exaggerationli' Please lift your food up to your mouth. Don't lean over so! Sit up straight! Your posture is simply horrifyingln za cs Iim too tired to sit up straightf, Thatis perfectly absurd. If youid only take your thyroid pills, you'd have some energyf' U have cc 58 rc 4: Ac at A: sa Whatis that smell? It smells like . . . Heck! My toast burned. Oh, by the way, Phyllis called and said if you were at her house by eight you could a ride. Ilm sorry I forgot to tell youf, Gad! Ilve got one minute to go. Bye, Mother. I'1l have to rushf, Well, a little fresh air will do you good. Why when I was your age I . . You used to walk more than a mile every day. Goodbye, dearf, Bye. IEANIE TENNANT Form IV SPRING RAIN Listen to the spring rain Falling on the ground, Listen to the spring rain Make its lovely sound. It is fresh, quick, and shy Like your footsteps passing by. DONNA PERLT Form II THE FLAME THE FOURTH DIMENSION UDDENLY things are blurred. You blink a few times, but everything only con- tinues to get more blurred. And now the room is slowly moving. It tilts first one way and then another. You are going to fall off the bed, but you don't. This is silly, you think, they canit make me go to sleep! You try to stir, to sit upg but your muscles are made of water. Your body seems disconnected. You can't move. Your energy has been drained out of you as if someone had pulled out the plug. It would be so easy to give in to this sweet, relaxed feeling, this numbness that seems to be taking possession of you, but you don,t want to give in. What are they trying to do to you? Itis only four oiclock in the afternoon. Why do you have to go to sleep? By now the room is whirling around, and there is a strange hum in your ears. A white uniform walks briskly in and over to the side of your bed. !!Are you asleep yet, Sally? Her voice is far away, and she speaks softly, sweetly, and slowly like a hypnotist. No, lim not, and I won't go to sleep! You will show her. You are probably the first one in this place who has had enough nerve to tell these people a thing or two, in- stead of letting them do whatever they please to you, whenever they please. Put your foot down. They can't treat you like a two-year-old. After all, you know when you can go to sleep and when you canit. You go to sleep, dear, and when you wake up, you can have some ice creamf' This time her voice is a little farther away. Huh, now they are trying to bribe you. I wonit go to sleep, you think, no matter what they promise, so you try to focus your eyes on something to keep from being sucked into this whirlpool in your brain. Think about tomorrow or the ice cream they promised. You love ice cream, especially chocolate. The door opens again and two familiar people, or are they people, stand in the door- way and look at you. Yes, they are people. In fact, one of them . . . Mother, do some- thing. They are trying to make me go to sleep! That's what you mean to say, but somehow nothing comes out. You can hear her whispering to that white uniform. You try again, but it,s no use. She can't hear you, she is too far away. Or is it you who is far away? In fact, where are you? Where ever you are it's awfully cold. You must be in Russia. It's cold in Russia. At least that is what they taught you in geography in the fourth grade, or was it the third? You decide it was in the fifth grade. Well, anyway, it's about time you got here after all these years. Here you are sitting on something awfully cold, waiting for-Well, what are you waiting for? Here comes someone now with a big, black bag. He looks like someone you have seen before. That's nice! He doesn't even bother to say hello but just takes out of his bag one of those things you listen to your heart with, and-well, of all the nerve-listens to your heart! Now, he sticks a thermometer in your mouth. Imagine that, a perfect stranger coming up and taking your temperature! There is that white uniform, and she is eating all that cold stuff, snow, you th-ink. That is awfully unsanitary. You decide if she can eat it, so can you. Snow always was pretty good, but suddenly you notice something strange. That snow isn,t white, itls brown. Chocolate colored. And what do you know, it tastes just like chocolate ice cream! Well, just wait until the next current history class. Miss Converse certainly will be interested to find out that it snows chocolate ice cream in Russia. But wait, this isn't Russia-at least it isnit outdoors any more. This is a room, and you are in a bed, and that white uniform is by your bed, holding a bowl. '4Didn,t I tell you you could have some ice cream when you woke up? Ready for another spoonful? Yes, you would love another spoonful, but how can you get it? Everything is flying around so much, you will never catch it. You close your eyes to shut out the whirl. THE FLAME 59 You are so dizzy, you clutch the bed to keep from Hying right off it. You open your eyes again. Things have slowed down a little, but you are so tired. The sweet voice comes again, D0n,t you want any more ice cream?w But all you have strength to say is, UNO thanks, I'm going to sleep, MARIAGE DE MA SOEUR Aujourd,hui est le jour Du mariage de ma soeur. Ma famille est prete Pour la grande fete. Ma mere fait des plans. Le jour passe lentement. Tout le monde a peur Surtout ma grande soeur. Enfin le temps approche, Quatre heures par la cloche. Tout le monde se sent Ioyeux et content. A quatre heures et demie Tout le monde se dit: Nous niaurons pas peur A cette joyeuse heuref, Mais quand le mariage commence, Nous sommes tres, tres tenses, Et il est fini bientot. Comme il etait tres beau! IULIE GRIGGS Form IV SALLY SEABURY Form VI I DBEAMED I dreamed I saw you Walking, Closed in by a white mist. I reached out to touch you, But you turned away. You stopped to look at me Then vanished. I heard your footsteps Coming closer, Closer. I saw you once again! But there were others Who shared you with me, I knew. My heart died as you passed on, Not noticing me. The mist began to vanish, My eyes searched for you, But you were gone. And then I awoke. But was I dreaming? Still you glance at me, But not really seeing What you look at. Why must those things happen? Why must dreams come true? PEGGY I-IAMM Form IV MA FAMILLE L Y a mon pere Qui est agreable, Il y a ma mere Qui est admirable. Et aussi mes deux freres 7 Iohn et Dean l'aine, Et uis mon rand- ere J Qui est un fermier. Ie naoublirai guere Mon ami le chien. Il m'est tres cher, C'est un bon gardien. MARGARET EDVVARDS Form IV THE FLAME THE BOABDING HOUSE Q ROM the outside it looks like a rather run-down, middle class home with an extra- ordinary number of doors. It is built of grey stone and has a small cement porch stuck ostentatiously on the front. Leaning against the building is a little girlls bicycle, and near it lies a babyis walker. Inside the front door one can see a slightly gloomy living room with doors leading from two sides. lmmediately opposite the entrance are French doors leading into the dining room which is much brighter than the preceding room. Behind that is the big noisy kitchen connected by a window, where the food is ordered, to the dining room. If it happens to be breakfast time, only a few of the diners are talking. Some of the men are unshaven, holding their heads like iron weights, and drinking black coffee by the pots full. Several of the women still have their hair in curlers, wear no make-up, and are attired in their bathrobes. A very few are completely dressed, eating big breakfasts and talking gaily to their neighbors. Several students have books in front of their plates, doing last-minute studying. As time progresses, two aged cleaning women, speaking in loud Swedish accents, start up the stairs, ladened with clean sheets, buckets, mops, and soap. On the second floor they clean the long dark hallway and the adjoining rooms. By the time they arrive at the third Hoor, they are arguing in loud voices about appendicitis and its dangers. Around lunch time, as no meal is served, the whole house is rather quiet, except for an occasional cry from a baby. At about three o'clock in the afternoon truck drivers, clerks, factory workers, businessmen, and students begin to stream in the door. Occasion- ally a sleepy-eyed, bathrobed boarder, carrying a toothbrush and a towel, wanders down the hall to get ready for his night shift in some factory. At five-thirty the dining room tables begin to fill, and everyone is very gay. Shouting and waving to an incoming friend, the typical boarder yells across the table for some salt. No one's spirits are let down for a moment as each boarder tells some amusing thing that occurred at his job or on the streetcar. Every person is talking at the same time, but each seems to be happy and to be enjoying himself immensely. After supper some go out on dates, and the rest go from room to room visiting their friends. All radios are on full blast, and all the doors are open. This continues until eleven or twelve o'clock. Then the house gradually darkens, and the stillness is interrupted only by an occasional night worker tiptoeing quietly down the hall. Suddenly lifty alarm clocks all go off at the same time, and amid groans and sighs the activities of the day begin again. That is the boarding house which was my home for the month of September. VIRGINIA STRYKILR F 01771 V will THE FLAME --- FALL HE walked slowly down the highway, hugging the two cold milk bottles with her warm arms. Ahead of her stretched the long road, cutting between the barren helds on either side. The tawny stalks of corn stood at intervals with glowing pumpkins huddled underneath them. The wind easily found its way between the stalks and whipped her coat around her knees. The day reminded her of the picture on the calendar that hung over the kitchen sink-an October day, with its bright blue sky and sparsely scattered clouds, the black earth, the fields stripped of the grains that had grown there. All summer long the corn in the fields had protected her with its waving tops as she made her daily journey to and from the farm with the milk. The day she first had noticed it was a happy one. Most of the time she had little fun. Sometimes, as a treat, she visited a neighboring farmg but there she would stand apart and watch the other children playing together with toys and pets. One night her father had arrived home with a shoe box in a paper bag. As he handed it to her, she heard strange sounds, spitting, meowing, scratching. Inside the box she found a scrawny skeleton covered with sparse white fur. Immediately she loved the little kitten. It filled the place of dolls or friends or sisters. For the rest of the summer her thoughts revolved around the kitten, and she compared everything with it. So it was that she Hrst noticed the tiny green tips striving to push through the hard earth's crust. She felt they too were in need of care and food and, perhaps, a little love. She and Mother Nature together took up their tasks for the summer. As spring gave place to summer, the kitten grew to a healthy young cat, and the corn kept pace with it. Each received the care it needed. Nature supplied the rains to soften the earth and draw out the small shoots. The kitten grew on milk and then on scraps from the table. So as the Iuly sun beat down on the fields, making the corn tall and strong, it also shone on the white cat scampering in its warmth. During the latter part of the summer, she watched contentedly as the corn waved in the breeze and the kitten bounded after a bug or butterfly that had attracted its attention. It was a time of endless days of warmth and happiness. Every day on her trip to the farm her heart grew big at the sight of the beautiful green rows and the thoughts of the white cat. But then came the change. Men came out from the farms that bordered the high- way and harvested the corn and gathered it in shocks. It hurt her to see row after row laid bare, stalk after stalk stripped, scrawny as her kitten when it was new. She didn't stop to think about property or crops but only what she had seen growing all summer. Now her interest centered more closely around her cat. It was old enough to be a com- panion to her and was always waiting at the road to walk up to the house with her. This time of day in autumn the sky was turning gray, the highway was a shade darker, and the earth was black. It was a discouraging time of year when everything and everybody seemed to have given up hope. She hurried home, oblivious to any activity on the road, sensing the finality of fall. But in her heart she tried to stay cheerful. She thought of her cat. lt would be sitting primly on its special mound of grass, its tail curled around its body. When it saw her, it would jump up, and its tail would Wave like a pendulum in greeting and Welcome. A car whizzed by her as she came up the last small slope. Ahead, just around the curve, was the rutted road to her house. She ran the last few paces, anxious to get home. Then she stopped. There, in a freshly cut rut at the edge of the highway, lay a soiled, white, furry body. EDITH NYE Form VI 62 THE FLAME TUURJOUBS REVANT EGARDEZ le bateau qui s'agite sur les ondes. C'est remplit de mysteres, c'est remplit de tresors. Comme jiaimerais navigeur vers les terres reculees! Les vents mes camarades, les etoiles ma boussole. Regardez le bateau qui s'agite sur les ondes. Regardez lioiseau vif qui vole avec la brise. ll est insouciant, si leger, si heureux. Si j'etais un oiseau, je volerais tout le jour. Le soir je retournerais, la nuit me couvrirait. Regardez l'oiseau vit qui vole avec la brise. Regardez-moi maintenant, Mon Dieu, toujours revant! Une minute un bateau, l'instant dlapres l'oiseau. Il faut que j'etudie, francais, histoire, anglais. Et pourtant, je m'assieds a regarder le ciel. Regardez-moi maintenant, Mon Dieu, toujours revantl , SALLY SEABURY Form VI ALUMNAE NEWS ENCACEMENTS: Clelia Thompson to Iohn Reid Thompson of New York City. Andy Hunter to Ieremiah Millbank, Ir. of New York City. Margaret Ann Barber to Iohn Merrill. Betty Ann Parsons to Robert Tennant. Cynthia Davidson to Meredith Bend. Peggy Brainard to William McLean Dickson of New York City. WEDDINGS: Marian Delander to Robert Henderson, Ir. of Milwaukee. Perrin Brown to David Lilly. Sally Beals to Henry Holzback. Betsy Griggs to Thomas K. Clark. Carolyn Stoltze to Louis Benepe. Mary Belle Wright to Dr. Alexander S. MacDonald, Ir. of Boston. Betty Stoltze to Herbert H. Bigelow. BIRTHS: Mr. and Mrs. Henry Blodgett fAlice Thompsonj have a son, Iotham. The Blod- getts are now living in Rio de Ianeiro. Mr. and Mrs. Richard Headley QMargie Okesy have a daughter, Sandra. Mr. and Mrs. Cooley Butler fConnie Lowej have a daughter, Cean. GENERAL NEWS: Dee Butler will return to France again this summer to continue her work with undernourished children. Patty Appel made her debut in Washington, D. C., this winter. Charlotte Fitzpatrick is captain of the Radcliffe swimming team and is also on the ski team. Allison Butler was elected to Phi Beta Kappa and Sigma Psi at Smith. THE FLAME 63 sept. 19 ,,,.,, PROGRAM Opening convocation, Alli- son Butler and Mary El- singer, speakers. Tea for new girls. Sept. 23 ,,,,,, . Sept. 27 ,,,,,,,, Senior-faculty picnic. Oct. 22 ,7.,77,,7, Oct. 24-25 Oct. 25 ......... Oct. 29 ......... Nov Nov Nov Nov Noi Nov. Nov Noi Nov Nov Dec Dec Dec Dec Dec Dec Ian. Ian. Ian. Ian. Ian. F New red jackets on seniors and Pool. Freshman Week. Hallowe'en party. .Moving pictures of Navajo Indians. . 1 .......... Mrs. Edgar Russell and Mrs. 7 8 ......... McQuadeg sonata for violin and piano. Childrens symphony, Greg- or Piatigorsky, cellist. Mrs. Iulia Denecke, Hutist, accompanied by Mrs. Don- ald MacGregor. Mrs. Witter CLeona Schune- mannj previewed Naughty Illrzrfetln. 11... .....Armistiee assembly. 16... 22... 25 ....... Miss Dunn, of Smith Col- lege, on Shakespeare. Playday at Saint Maryis. IVIr. Sullivan of Monticello Iunior College. Mrs. Cutts of Rockford Col- lege. 26 ........ Miss Irvine of Pembroke 27 ....... ,- College. Flame dedication. Thanksgiving assembly. 27-28 .... Thanksgiving vacation. 26 ..... .Iunior High School Book 4 ........ 6 . ...... .. 14 ......... 20 ......... 30 .......... 3 ............ 6 ........... 15 .......... 16 .......... 27-31 .. 1-v Week. Iunior Dramatic Club play, The Dragon That Gigglcd. Carol Quist, pianist. Senior play, lzmiol' Miss. Christmas pageant. Vacation begins! Christmas dance. Freshman dance. School reopens. Miss Baker of VVestern Col- lege. Childrenis symphonyg Leon- ard Pennario, pianist. Exams! eb. 1 ............ Inauguration of new ofhcers. Feb. Feb. Feb. Feb. Feb. Feb. Feb. Mar. Mar. Mar. Mar. Mar. 8 ...... Carnival. 11 ..... ....Mr. Allen Ludden, advance 12 .. 14 ...... 15 ...... 21 ...... 27 ...... 5 6-1' 11 .... 12..... 14 .... D .... agent for Maurice Evans, on Han2lL'l. Lincoln assembly. Mrs. Francis Gillman, harp- ist. Iunior High cop and robber party. Washingtonis birthday holi- day. French assembly. Mr. Foot, Lenten speaker. Senior High School Book Week. Miss Kelley, pianist. Dr. Irving West, Lenten speaker. Mrs. Bernice Cronkhite of Radcliffe. Miss Converse's birthday. Mar. 19 .... Mr. Philip McNairy, Lenten speaker. Mar. 22 .... Junior Operetta, Pimtfs of Pw1za11c'c. Mar. 26 .... Mr.Gillmett,Lenten speaker. Mar. 27 Leila Iackson on Bryn Mawr. Mar. 28 .... Spring vacation begins! April 7 .. School reopens. April 10 Mrs. VVoodard Colby on her trip to Europe. April 12 ..... College Boards for Seniors. April 18 Playclay at Northrop. Mr. Liu Liang-Mo. May 2 ............ Thirtieth anniversary dinner. May 16 ...... Recital by Mr. and Mrs. lirasner. May 17 ..... Spring dance. May 19-22... Piano recitals. May 23 . . Arts assembly. Iune 3, 4, 5, 6,9 ......... Iune Iune Iune Iune Iune Iune 6 ............ 7 ......... , . 8 .... Exams! Elementary school closes. Scholastic Aptitude Tests for Iuniors. Baccalaureate. 10 .......... Class picnics. 11 .......... 12 Class dinner. Final convocation. Commencement! E97-D .J HM BETTY BANCROFT IANE BURR MARTHA ELMQUIST fCaptainj MARY ELSINGER TEEDIE MAIRS GLENNA MILLARD EDIE NYE PHYLLIS PORTER SALLY SEABURY SALLIE STOLTZE LYDIA AHERN POLLY BANCROFT CLARISSA BOCKSTRUCK PEGGY CHRISTIAN HELEN HARTFIEL IOMI LANGFORD fCapminj IUDY MOORE ANNE SEABURY ELIZABETH SLADE PHYLLIS STORBERG IEAN DOUGLAS BETTY BANCROET MARTHA ELMQUIST MARY ELSINGER fCaplainj EDIE NYE SALLY SEABURY SALLIE STOLTZE IEAN CARLTON FIELD HOCKEY VABSITIES SUSAN CAMMACK PATTY COURTNEY NANCY HARRIS ANNE HARTLEY MARTIE HOLMAN DEE HOLMES LUCY IACKSON CAROL PEET IOAN STORBERG KITTY WOLFF fCaptainj IEAN CARLTON fffapminj SOCCER VARSITIES BECKY DRISCOLL PHYLLIS FITZPATRICK MARY WELLS GRIGGS HENNY IACKSON fCapzainj IUDY MACGREGOR Io-IO MILLARD PETER MOLES CATHIE MYERS IUNIE STRINGER PAT SWENEY ALEETA ENGELBERT IULIE GRIGGS ANN HARMON PHYLLIS LAIDLAW MARGARET METCALE NANCY NEIMEYER AUDRAE NORRIS ROXANNE PAPER GRETCHEN RICHTER LESSER STOLTZE DOROTHY ANDERSON MARY BANCROFT SALLY BINGHAM CAROLE BOUTHILET IANE DUNNING CYNTHIA HOLT IULIANNE KAMMAN BABBIE LANGFORD HELEN MCGOVERN SUSAN METZINGER DUSTY PLATT fffaptainj BASKETBALL VARSITIES ANNE HARTLEY CAROL PEET fCapzainj NINA STEEFEL IOAN STORBERG KITTY WOLFF PATTY COURTNEY MARTIE HOLMAN MARGARET EDWARDS fCapZainjMoLLY SIMPSON IULIE GRIGGS ROXANNE PAPER GRETCHEN RICHTER LESSER STOLTZE NEITA COUNTRYINIAN THE FLAME MOLLY TEASDALE POLLY BANCROFT PEGGY CHRISTIAN IOINII LANCFORD ELIZABETH SLADE ANNE SEABURY fCaptainj PHYLLIS STORBERG BECKY DRISCOLL HENNY IACKSON fCapzainj IUDY MACGREGOR IO-IO MILLARD CATHIE MYERS IUNIE STRINGER DOROTHY ANDERSON IANE DUNNING HELEN MOGOVERN CYNTHIA HOLT IULIANNE KALIMAN fCaptainj SUSAN METZINGER 65 N QDEQR. QD'-.aan f Jian, damn ,?:n.h ESQ. .Q31La,,vx.vx'bfm 'Qic.'a,-'K tvwrs :QGY de. bfgbig, 'Crisis 0- -0.CcsL.qwy x.-.mu uma wwqouxz, qsu Emnuli 2? :iwnsuo - dedt- 'Q9-aqui' 5 vrsos. SEQ Cwxmmifaij Tulsa -tm 1509211 tlhiinues clash- 93:23 sms Uicfiuig- 358 ,,,... ux0new:Dn.s.Y - 101'-N Ao.J:-Wg' 201'-N Wavima. -- in lust mm.-u bLv.,1Jfn 'T -ffl.x'i..x,kg .,mLXQTAi-Vxf-,'r L'IXk,v P ix G-Sy QV IW JUNICQR QDERETTA f W F T xvmlxiwe pfrdtgs of penzenceu X for Slave of Duty? 9 S 5 v ! 'X 1, . Xqgvnfra lx. w. K Cost on page 68 . Oi My Q mv 99:5 N0 Q ff' '9 ' u xjxc QL,-, Q n L 1 oo 1 - I fx' Q... --,---- f-f--fQ .,,......... .MW , ...M ,....,. Nu SENICDR PLAY Uunior Missll bv Jerome Choclorov and Joseph Fields C P968 SQPHQMQRE NATIVITV PLAY Harry Graves - Ioe ---- Grace Graves - - Hilda - - - Lois Graves - - Iudy Graves - Fuffy Adams - - I. B. Curtis - - Ellen Curtis - - VVilliS Reynolds - Narrator - - - First Shepherd - SENIOR PLAY JUNIOR MISS IEROME CHODOROV AND IOSEPH FIELDS - - - EDITH NYE - JEAN TENNANT - CYNTHIA KELLEY - MARTHA ELMQUIST - SALLY SEABURY - BETTY BANCROFT - - V IANE BURR - TITORNE GRANT - GLENN,N MILLARD - - LOUISE MAIRS Barlow Adams - - Haskell Cummings Merrill Feurbach - Sterling Brown - Albert Kunody - - Tommy Arbuckle - - .ANNE MOGA - - SUSAN SPAIN - MARY ELSINGER - PI-IYLLIS PORTER - DORIS ROSENHOLTZ - - SALLIE STOLTZE Western Union Boy ---- BARBARA BAER Director-ADDISON AULGER Stage M8H8gCFT-MOI.LH' SIBIPSON SGPHOMQRE INATIVITV basedon YE OLDE CHESTER CYCLE MARGARET METCALE - - JULIE GRIGGS Second Shepherd ----- CYNTHIA BAER Tuddle, a Shepherd ---- AUDIKAE NORRIS Trowle, il young Shepherd - NANCY NEIMEYER Gabriel ------- ALEE'I'A ENGELBERT First Angel ------- NANCY RAAIER Second Angel - - PIIYLLIS LAIDLANV Mary - - - - - IEAN CARLTON Ioseph - - - First King I - Second King - Third King - - First Attendant - Second Attendant Third Attendant - PLAY - MARILYN GRUBBS - ROXANNE PAPER - LESSER STOLTZE - - PEGGY HABIM - - ANN HAIIBION MARGARET EDWARDS - - - GRE1'CHEN RICHTER Directed by JEAN XVALRISLEY JUNIGR GPERETTA THE PIRATES OF PENZANCE COR THE SLAVE OF DUTYD by GILBERT AND Richard, A Pirate King -------- Frederic, A Pirate Apprentice - Samuel, Richardis Lieutenant -- A Ruth, A Piratical Maid of All Work - Kate Isabel General Stanley's Daughters - - Edith Mabel, General Stanleyis Youngest Daughter Major General Stanley, ofthe British Army - Edward, A Sergeant of Police ------ Pirates DEBORAH BUTLER NEITA CIOUNTRYIVIAN IOAN GLENDENNING MARTHA HOLRIIXN ALICE NELSON CAROL PEET MOLLY SIMPSON IANE STICKNEY VIRGINIA STRYKER MOLLY TEASDALE ANNE HARTLEY MONA LUYTEN NINA STEEFEL Stanley,s Daughters DONNA DOUGLAS CHARLOTTE GARBRECHT MARGIA RUSSELL SULLIVAN SALLY FITZPATRICK - - KITTY WOLEE -I PATRICIA COURTNEY FRANCES HOLMES BONNIE LANGFORD SUSAN CAMMACK IEAN MAIRS - IOAN STORBERG - ELLEN DAGGETT - LUCY IACKSON Policemen LORENA AYERS SALLY ANN BRONSTIEN ELIZABETH COBB NANCY HARRIS SHIRLEY HA1'CH HELEN LUCAS MILLIGENT THOMPSON PATRICIA TOXVLE SALLY WILLIUS ASSISTFD BY FORMS III, IV, AND VI Dance Dircdor - - - KATHLEEN LOVETT .Vario Direclor - - RAY CUTTING Dmmrzlic Direrlor ---- IEAN BERGSTROM Pianist ----- - RUTH THIEDE Stage Jlzzzzngm' - - - - ROXANNE PAPER 68 THE FLAME I fi lx .Q 5 ss' df . 2-fi? J' 2 2 - - . 4 .--at ., -,,-,-,, a if Qs: lr: u- ll lg V 9 X I THE MERRY-GO-ROUND Time: 1957 Place: The inside of a large red lius hearing down Summit Avenue at sixty miles per hour. At the wheel sits Sary Stoltzenheimer, a tough looking moll from the sticks. Beside her is her side-kick. Susie France, nervously biting her fingernails and saying, An- other coat of paint off that carl Suddenly the bus hooms to a screeching halt, and a sophisticated gentlewoman waving a hlack lace handker- chief steps in. Why, it's Mrs. Doris Rosie-Torch who wants a ride to church. A little farther down the line we find healthy. rohustf looking Martha O'Elmquist enthusiastically teaching curli- side Norwegian folk dancing. .Xs she catches sight of this red streak. she hounds toward it and iumps in saying. Does this lvus go as far as California? But what have we here? That slim-lagured model, May Mairs. with those trim ankles and that lpana smile that counts, is strutting modestly down the street in a pea green and fuchsia hathing suit. She too ioins the merry throng of these strange monstrosities. At the next stop we pick up our two regular morning passengers. XVe hardly recognize these misfortunates. Both are dressed in overalls. and each is impatiently stamping an unwieldy hoot as they flag the hus to a halt. Tools Elsinger. the first to get on. lurches forward with a shove from that terrifying mug, that under-world leader of dev- astating women. Puts Porter. Before sitting down. Toots, Wearing the latest thing in dungarees. daintily dusts oli a seat with her polka dotted handkerchief. lighting up a cigar with a tenedollar hill. Puts immediately starts up ll rip-roaring game of Go-to-the-dump. Our next passengers are a sight to hehold. Four howling. screaming children drag their poor. harried mother. Mrs. Betty lenson. unwillingly into the hus. She collapses. sur- rounded hy her unruly hrood and starts to knit-knit one. purl two. snarl three. Ahsent-mindedly strolling across the street. her nose huried in a hook, Socrates Bear is creating a traliic iam. Tapping on the lius window with her quill pen. she stops it and gets on. She seats herself meekly apart from the others. and we hear her incoherently mumlile as she reads some- thing aliout the origins of l l.MCO .... THE FLAME The now loaded bus roars towards The Black Orchid, iust as that well-known chorus girl, Fern Grant, steps out. Sary casts her heady eyes up the street and catching sight of her, adds her to our merry crowd. Her first words as she boards the hus and pulls out a fag are, Has anyhody got a match? On the next corner we see a strange sight. Two shady looking characters are shooting craps. One, Annie De- mogia, seems to he winning as she craftily throws those wicked dice on the walk. The other. Sadie Seahurg, is skeptically surveying the situation with her nose in her pocket and her hands in the air. They both seem very intent on the game: but as the lwus draws near, Annie gathers up her loot. and both saunter over to the hus. Our next passengers are Edie Nysinsky, the town half- wit. and Giggles Mallard. Fdie seems to he the campaign manager for Giggles. who is running for city mayor on the R.VV.XV.C.O.F.C. CRighteous-YVomen-VVill-Clean-Our- Fair-Cityj ticket. Edie is energetically forcing election pamphlets on the poor innocent pedestrians. She gets on the hus to distrihute some to us. and we hear her giving a few helpful hints on how to stufl: the ballot box honestly. Giggles follows. still shrieking her promises to give this city a thorough cleaning up. XVe have mercy on her audi- ence and hurry her ahoard. Our next passengers all seem to he truly theater lovers. The famous star of the current play, The Milkmzrn Goeffz, Cynthia Kellnell, is dramatically rehearsing in the middle of the street. liecause we ngirly run her down, we are forced to give her a ride. She is followed hy lanora Burr- dersky. the great pianist now appearing at the 'XVoman's Institute. She looks strained and overworked. for her daily performance Cand twice on Sundaysl of the Concerto for the Index lfinger has worn her out. Our last theater lover is Knuckles Tennant. She is a regular theater-goer and never misses a performance fexcept on Thursday which is her night ollj, as she is the cleaning woman. Our hus is now filled to capacity: and as We look over its occupants. we realize to our horror that this is the class of ll?-lf? SALLIE STOLTZE Stsw SPAIN 69 POOH SENIORS fwitfz rzpulogzer .fo Alfred Noycsj The streets were rivers of water, the sidewalks drenched with rain, A car shot down the avenue-not in its proper lane. lt Went through the big red stop-light, and up the hill it tore, As the senior class came riding- riding-riding- The senior class came riding, up to the old school door. The dirty bright-red of their jackets, mingled with the faded serge, And their eyes sunk in their sockets, telltale of a week end splurge, Faces hollow and white, hair like mouldy hay, The senior class came riding- riding-riding- The senior class came riding, prepared for a blue Monday. The big red car jerked still, the cigarettes quickly put out, A frantic scramble for textbooks, and someone was heard to shout, HCome on you giggling slow pokes, the bell has already rung, And they came with their papers a-crinkle- Their uniforms a-Wrinkle- Their bracelets all a-twinkle-looking about to bc hung. Outside of Miss Conyerse's oliice, each with her own little whim, SHAKESPEARE COMMENT Come what come may, Time and the hour runs through the roughest day. Olne- ffcffzj Morning Assembly 'LThou shalt not know the sound of thine own tonguef! KTM' ,lll'7'L'fltl71l of Venfeej Noisy students For there is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so. fl-Irmzlezj Monday first period The glass of fashion and the mould of form. fHdHIlf'ZJ Uniform i'Though this be madness, yet there be method in't.'l U-Irzmletl Modern Dance i'To vouch this is no proof XVithout more certain and more overt test. IOIIMIIQQ Miss Stevie in Chemistry Class Some for not doing their homework, some to get out of gym, They lined up in single file, the goal was but the door, For inside sat Sarah the mighteous- Sarah the godly and righteous- Sarah who hated girls flighteous-signing excuses galore. Their topic of conversation, as they seated themselves in the gym, Was clothes, and weight, and lessons, and 'KDid you hear what she said to him? But alas for one poor senior, whom Sarah caught breaking a rule. For tete-a-tete in assembly- Iust one small word in assembly- Eyen a juicy scandal-is forbidden in Summit School. The opening strains of the march burst forth from the old piano, And the seniors dragged themselves out, to the tune of VVinsockie, Let's Go. A last minute glance at their history. W'hat happened in TSOSFT As the senior class went stalking- walking-balking- As the senior class went tall-:ing-forth to meet its fate. IANE BURR S ON THE SUMMIT SCHOOL The quality of mercy is not strained. fThe Mcrchfmt of lfffflitfj Tally Meeting UPut out the light, and then put out the lightf' IOlhelIOQ Summit Dance UI remember a mass of things-but nothing distinctly. ffllflellol Student at eXa1ns i'Parting is such sweet sorrow. fRomc0 and Iuliczfj Class Dinner The true beginning of our end.' fTfzc Me1'chrz11l of Vcfzicel Kindergarten f'XVhy should a man, whose blood is warm Within, Sit like his grandsire cut in alahaster?l' fTf1e Merchant of Vcizicej Student at Report Card time Ml see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. fHe111'y the Fifzlzj Check-out XNILLIAIXI SHAKESPEARE AND Pi-IYLLIS PORTER 70 THE FLAME SUMMIT MOVIES 1. The Best Years of Oar Lizfes .... Kindergarten 2. Song of lhe Sozilh .... Miss Converse 3. Those Endearing Young Charms .... Form I 4. Lady Takes a Chance .... Faculty in the halls 5. The Big Sleep .... First class Monday morning 6. Follow lhe Boys .... The Freshmen 7. 11's a Wonderful Life .... The Senior year 8. Somewhere I'll Find You .... Escaped hamster 9. A Likely Story .... Defense in tally meetings 10. Higher and Higher .... The noise in the dining room II. Slightly Dangerous .... Passing notes in study Aleem Ctalking about The Merchant of Venicej: Why did Portia's father leave a note in the coffin? 0 Mrs. Carlsted: What are some of the ways of putting out a fire? Genna: 'KCall the Fire Department. 0 Miss Rifler Ctalking about Silas Marnerj: What was the greatest change in Mr. and Mrs. Cass after sixteen years? Nancy Rainer: They were niarriedfl 0 Miss Slezfie fpointing under a laboratory deskj: Thorne, is Martha under there? 12. Dead Reckoning .... Finals 13. Reap the Wild Winrl .... Walking around the block 14. Deeeprion .... Getting an excuse 15. The Unfinished Dance .... Modern Dance meeting 16. Sing You Singers .... Morning hymn 17. Man Him! .... Spring dance 18. The Beginning of ihe End .... The day we entered Summit 19, The Hornestrelch .... Commencement Louise MAms Miss Siezfie: 'lFor greater combustion a larger surface must be exposedf' Thorne: Boy, 1,11 say! I tried to burn my diary and it just wozileln'Z burn! Miss Bzisyn ftrying to control the Senior Classj: Be quiet, you-you-red coats ! Lyzlia Qgiving her freshman skit, 'KA Day on the Farm, milked a cow, stood up and quippedj: Good boy! . . AND THUS BEGINS ANOTHER DAY The assembly room we quickly enter, Of students and teachers it is the center. The bell is rung, a chord is played, No more raucous noise is made. Here and there a head is nodding Despite her classmates' constant prodding. Absentees then are quickly told, Enyied are those who have strayed from our fold. To give an announcement up stands Miss YVare, She reads the new schedule that she did prepare. From the red jacket section comes a unanimous sigh, How they complain about their lack of shut-eye. Reyengefully Miss Coby reads her Saturday list Of those bothersome tests, both flunked and missed. Up starts a junior from the back of the room, Oh, damn! I expected to sleep until noon. During lunch, please stay out of my room, That door once opened, out Poof Will loom! Miss Spicer's Poof is our joy and our pride, His fame o'er the school cannot be denied! n Miss SIFFIDEI Have you ever seen parent birds take water to their young?', Molly Simpson: Oh, yes! Miss Slezfie: They never do. Miss Spicer: In A Tale of Two Cilies how does Dickens tell about the future? Roxanne: YVell, after Sidney Carton has his head cut OE, he thinks about what will happen. 72 Miss Busyn announces the feats of her committee VVhich helps the Red Cross throughout our fair city. Mamselle rises and We can tell at a glance That our bit is helping in War-torn France. From Students: Senior meeting after recess! Writing again in the john! COIDC on, confess! Bring your ticket money, or your honor you'll lose! Oh, that brings up the question of student dues! Now the morning service from the Bible is read. A new-found silence comes when the prayer is said. All students rise, and then we begin The melodious strains of the morning hymn. Miss Converse speaks next of current aflfairsz VVe discover our troubles aren't the World's only cares. The noise is much worse in the upstairs hall. To think I've been talking of this since fall! VVith that cheery note and a nod of the head Stumbling and slumping from the room we are led. Yes, out We march, but none too gay, Because thus begins another day! BARBARA BAE!! IEAN TENNAN1' Paisy fa! lzrnehj: XVe l1ZIVCI'l!f had any dessertless day this week. Slade: Monday Patsy: What did We have? Slade: No dessert. 0 Main! Cspeaking to Edie at Flame meetingl: ls this all the people that will be here? 1ia'ir': 'lOnly one more and Miss Spicer. TI-IE FLAME AT THE CIRCUS Iwilfz fzpologier I0 Lewis Czzrrollj He thought he saw a kangaroo, And quickly cried out, Tame her! But when the rope was 'round her neck, He saw 'twas Nancy Ramer! va He thought he saw an elephant Dancing daffy jigs. He looked again and found it was- Iuliana Griggs! He thought he saw a diet book Iumping 'round in jolts. But soon he turned around and saw- Our good friend, Lesser Stoltze! He thought he saw a little dog, With ribbons in her hair. He looked again and found it was- Little Snilhe Baer! He thought he saw a Red Cross boxg The box was filled 'most half. But when he looked again, he saw- 'Twas filled with Marg Metcalf! He thought he saw a lovely girl, Driving a white horse team. He looked again and found it was- Iust a girl named Iean! Ile thought he saw a pretty lass: He said, This will be charmin' Upon a second look he saw- The lass we call Slop Harmon! n I-Ie thought he saw a lion, Sitting on a pin. Ile looked again and found it wasa Our pal, Marilyn! Ile thought he saw a chorus girl, Dancing on a wire. He turned around. he blinked and saw- Our old friend, Miss Yeimeyer! He thought he saw a grizzly bear, Eating a leg of lamb. He looked again and found it was- Alabamus Hamm! He thought he saw a football. I know he would have kicked her, If he hadn't looked to see- It was but Gretchen Richter! He thought he saw a spotted clown Always getting A's. He turned around again to find- Phyllis in a haze! He thought her hair was tinted gold. He quickly looked to see. Imagine his surprise to nnd- Her natural as could be! CAleetaD He thought he saw a rabbit, Hanging on a hinge. He looked again and found it was- Audrae on a binge. He thought he saw some cut-cards new. Towards them he began. But then he looked again and saw- That all were for Roxanne! He thought he saw a rubber man, Bouncing on a wall. He looked again and found it Was- Edwards' basketball! He thought he heard Miss Converse say, CAs a closing to our poemj VVhy, girls, I'm really shocked, you know, Would you do that at home? ANN IIARIXION PHYLLIS LAIDLAXV SENIOR BAND BOX Baer .......,..,, Bancroft, Burr ....... Iilmquist ,,,,,.. .......,r.,,,.....'fCrazy Rhythm That Old Black Magic It's Gotta Be This or That ....... California Here I Come Elsxnger ...... .... The Girl That I Marry Grant ,,... Kelley ....., r,,,, ' ,... Patience and Fortituden 'Somewhere over the Rainbow Milirs .......... .................. ' 'Beautiful Dreamer Millliffl... ..... Hey Ra-I3a-Re-Bop Mo ga ......... Nye ,,.......,, Mood Indigo On the Sunny Side of the Street Pr, 1-ter ,,,,,,,,,,,, ,,,,,,,,,,,.,.,..,,.,,,,,,., ' 'Sweet and Lovely Rosenholtz Seabury ,.... Spain ...,,. Stoltzc ..,,. Tennant ,,.,..., You 'fThe Things VVe Did Last Summer ,.,..... The Flight of the Bumble Bee Gal Sal ...,. You Are My Sunshine CYNTHIA KELLEY Mix: Spicer Ctrying to get the issue of Life containing the article on Eugene Obleiljz You'll all give up your Life: for Summit, won't you? O Teczzlie: IIoW was Green l't1sfzu'esf ' Mary: lust marvelous! The Lord was simply heavenly! Mfr: Spicer: A suitor in Shakespeards time was not lover. A suitor was someone who pressed a suit Barbie Cin historyj: f'VVell, I hear they allow atheist church Polly: I like big pickles better than little ones. Brill: The bigger the better. Peggy: Thank you. 'Be Q 'Ear' A A 4 X x, y 4 1 vvVYYVVvv 77 1 a '. 1 o 1 I s Chat es! Q V li?-m L THE FLAME , I' A, A i r ii THE STUDENTS' HOUR fwilfz apologies to Henry Wzzzlsworlfz Longfcllowl Between the dawning and sunset, While we're waiting for night time to lower, Comes a time full of headache and trouble, That is known as the students' hour. I hear in the hallway above me The tramping of elephants feet, And the sound of a door crashing open, And voices loud, not sweet. From the study I see in the sunlight Descending the chalk-marked stair, Grave Helen, and laughing Margaret, And Ruth with the coal-black hair. A whisper and then a silence, Yet I know by their teacher's eyes They have plotted and planned together To take me by surprise. A lower mark in that history, And English has fallen some more, Tho' Chemistry seems to evade me, By year's end those grades better soar. Ioan Glcfrdcnlzifzg fin Fnglish, discussing Olhellol: XVell when Des dropped her hankie . . . 0 Mir: lVr1re fduring Current llistoryl: Gretchen, can you tell us the conditions in the coal mines? Gl'l'fI'hl'lIf I don't know, but I know what my father would say.', 0 Iermie fas someone opened the door in StoltZe's carl: VJho has perfume on? Brzrfrir: That's just fresh air. 0 Cynthia Cin Current History class where a discussion arose They walk in and look me over, O'er my arms and the back of my chair, 'When I try to escape they surround meg They seem to be everywhere. They ply me madly with questions, Do I work? Do I try? Do I see? Till I feel like Hamlet crying, t'To be or not to be. Do you think, O you grave, grave teachers, Because I have started to fall, That my will and determination Are not a match for you all? For I am held fast in this fortress, They will not let me depart, And, strange as it seems, I love it In the round tower of my heart. And there I will keep it forever. Yes. forever and a day, Till the walls shall crumble to ruin, And moulder in dust away! MARTHA ELIWQUIST Mix: 1311531111 VVhat was Andrew Iaekson's nickname? .Jilin-: Old Ironsidesf' 0 Iliff Hrzryn Cin history classj: 'KXVould someone close the door? Edie: But Miss Busyn. I3etty's out having a drink. 0 One of the kindergarten boys calls Miss Converse the Head Mischieff' 0 1:10121 Ifzzglish Taxis: 'KAt this time the people in California were half-breads. over why the coal miners ean't live on ten dollars a daylz HDon't you suppose they have large families? 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