Summit School - Flame Yearbook (St Paul, MN)

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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

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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

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