Summit School - Flame Yearbook (St Paul, MN)

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NIGHT SKATING E HAD barely started the two-mile journey across VVhite Bear Lake, and I already was proceeding with some difficulty. It wasn't that I couldn't skate but that the ice was partly covered with a hard, crusty snow which stopped my skates in the black night. This made the lake appear as a huge maze through which you had to weave carefully between banks of snow to find the patches of smooth, clear ice. As I went along, however, it became easier for me, and soon I was traveling at quite a speed. My brother and one cousin had already left my elder cousin and me behind and were soon lost in the blackness. I sudden- ly realized that I was growing very warm, so I took off my mittens and scarf and unbuttoned my coat. The wind blew my hair around my face and I felt a sense of freedom. I drew in deep breaths of the warm, refreshing night air. I looked back. Close behind me came my cousin. The shore towards which we were skating was dotted at intervals with red and white lights, some of them moving slowly along. On either side of me were the dark outlines of shore which cast a mood of impending gloom about the lake. The only sound which disturbed the tranquility was the occasional noise of cracking ice, which resounded like an echo through the frozen lake. I had to keep my mind, however, very much on my skating, both to avoid the three or four-inch cracks and to dodge the hindering snow. I now noticed that my cousin had been working his way slowly up to me and was slightly in the lead. He began to skate faster and faster and soon he, too, was swallowed up in the dark. Here I was, alone on a big lakeg and not being able to see or hear a thing, I had not the faintest notion of where to go. I became bewildered and confused and was frantically wondering what to do when my brother's whistle echoed clearly through the night. BECKY DRISCOLL F mm I V MON REGIME EAUCOUP de fois, je me suis dit, Aujourd ,hui je me mets au regime. Ie dois perdre vingt livresf' Ie reste toujours au regime au moins un jour, ou deux! Bientot je mange un morceau de gateau ou des bonbons. Apres cela, jioublie mon regime et je mange tout ce que je desire. A present je suis au regime. Ilespere toujours perdre vingt livres au plus, et quinze livres au minimum. le ne mangerai pas de gziteau, de desserts, de chocolat, et de glace. Quand j'aurai fini mon regime, personne ne me reconnaitra car je serai si maigre. Les gens qui me rendent furieuse sont ceux qui disent, 'AMais, pourquoi vous mettez- vous au regime? Vous nietes pas trop grossef, lls savent bien que je suis trop grosse. Ilaimerais mieux s'ils disaient, 'KOui, il faut que vous vous mettiez au regimef, Toute nourriture me tente. Ie devrais me dire, Mary Ella, desirez-vous etre maigre ou grosse?,' Depuis que je desire etre maigre, je ne mange pas de bonne nourriture. Quelquefois la tentation est trop grande et je mange et mange jusqula ce que mon estomac soit plein. Aux soirees la tentation est la plus grande. Quand je vois mes amies qui mangent de bons gouters, je ne peux pas resister, et j'oublie mon regime. Mais je ne suis pas triste parce que demain, la semaine prochaine, ou le mois prochain, je me mettrai de nouveau au regime. MARY ELLA CARPENTER Form IV 26

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CLARENCE ES yeux sont comme deux boules noires. Le triangle qui represente son nez et les deux cercles de ces joues sont diun rouge brillant. ll est assis dans son manteau bleu et blanc qui couvre son corps de peluche. Avec un visage dont l'expression souriante ne change jamais, il surveille son petit monde. Qui est-ce? Mais c'est Clarence, mon petit clown qui orne rnon lit. Clarence est vraiment un camarade merveilleux. Il reste toujours et ecoute en silence tout ce que je lui raconte. ll garde ma chambre quand je suis absente. Il ne dit rien quand je suis assise sur lui par hasard. Ie me demande souvent s'il regrette dans son coeur, s'il en a un, de nietre pas un vrai clown. Ie voudrais bien qu'il puisse me parler. Si vous avez un ami en etoffe, vous devriez savoir la joie dlavoir quelqulun qui vous recevra toujours avec un grand sourire. Ie sais que je n'aurai jamais un ami plus fidele que Clarence. CATHERINE MYERS Form IV SERENITY AND UNNATURAL CALM HERE is something very distinctive about a first period class any day, but on Monday, French VI has a personality all of its own. The tables, which are warped by nature, sag even lower than usual under the extra tonnage of books which we, the seniors, take home every Friday and forget to open until Monday. It would be unthinkable for many of us to get to school early enough to do anything but throw these invaluable publications on the table, scattering them everywhere, and then tear down the hall to assembly. The middle table is always the messiest, as it is the most desirable place in the room. The reason for its popularity dates back to when we were quaking freshmen who wanted to be as far away as possible from Mademoiselle's desk in the hope that perhaps she wouldn't see us, and now that we have outgrown our fear we sit there from habit. Eleven of the fourteen partially broken chairs are occupied by girls who wish that they were, and still think they are, back in bed. Most of us are staring into space, deeply engrossed in our own thoughts and completely oblivious to Mademoiselle. Unfortunately, however, as we all are unprepared there is always one of us who is restless and Hustered by having to recite. She K'ahs and ums and invariably says, This is just the sentence or verb or grammar rule that I have a question on. If she gets away with this bluff, a smile of accomplishment spreads across her face, as she lets someone else struggle and stumble over the part of the lesson she was supposed to know. The grumbling of the radiator, warning us that Ed has finally turned on the furnace, has ceased and the stifling smell of too much heat has taken its place. The soiled red jackets with worn out elbows and missing sleeve buttons are only removed after Audrae has opened the windows and brought our attention to how unbearably warm the room is. Chairs squeak, pencils drop, and pockets full of everything but the kitchen sink crackle and jingle during the process. We can hear Phyllis, who is upstairs at her music lesson, playing over for what seems to be the hundredth time the Fantasie Impromptu. As the melody comes to the part more commonly known as 'Tm Always Chasing Rainbows, Nancy sighs heavily either from boredom or more probably because she has just remembered something particularly pleasant in connection with that song. Aleeta and Cynthia also exchange looks across the room. They are sitting directly 28