Summit School - Flame Yearbook (St Paul, MN)

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The Senior Class of 1947 Dedicates Wg! ANNE I-IOLLER 'M y heart is ever at your service. THE FLAME this FLAME to SALLY WEISNER The careful pilot of my proper woe.

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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