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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' 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