Summit School - Flame Yearbook (St Paul, MN)

 - Class of 1947

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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

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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



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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

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