Summit School - Flame Yearbook (St Paul, MN)

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great hesitationj a helibus and flew to Mrs. O'Grady's boarding house. But instead of the old house there was a big fancy hotel! He went into the hotel and went up to the registration desk and asked, 'iWasn't this Mrs. O'Grady's boarding house? The young man behind the desk answered, Oh, yes, but she sold out some sixteen years ago. But there is Mrs. O'Grady if you wish to speak to her. Oh, thank you, cried Rip with a great sigh of relief. He hurried over to the little old woman who was knitting in the corner. f'Mrs. O'Grady, he said, don't you recognize me? I'm Rip Littlebyl The old woman looked up and exclaimed, As I live and breathe, it is Rip, me boy. Whe1'e have you been? Well, if Rip told his story once, he told it one hundred times to everyone who would lend an ear. Some believed him, others didn't, but now Rip has adjusted himself to this new way of life. The young man behind the registration desk at the hotel turned out to be Johnnie Riggs. And now Rip is still the general errand boy, baby sitter, and fix-it man of the city of Shady VVaters. . GAY GRAY Form I PEOPLE AND THE SEA HE late afternoon sunshine felt hot to the many people at the beach who were lying on deck chairs, under sun umbrellas, on blankets, or just on the sand absorbing the sun. They read books or talked to each other lazily while the sea rolled up on the shore a few feet beyond. There were a few tanned children near the water, busily putting sand in their pails with their small hands. Having been warned often by their wary parents against going into the water without them, they all kept their distance from it, except one. There was one child, even smaller than the rest, who was up to her knees in water, examining shells as they were tossed underneath her. Unnoticed by her friends, she wandered out farther, still with her head down, concentrating on her search. As her small feet carried her on, the enormous waves became even larger and tossed about her like a wild storm around a solitary island. The water was far beyond her knees and creeping to her neck, but she continued, absorbed by the fascination of the shells at her feet. The other children close to shore looked out only a few times to see the waves, mad and dashing. They realized no more than their small friend how overpowering the waves were. The people still lay in the sun as the end of the day grew closer. Her absence was yet unnoticed by all. The rest of the children had stopped digging, and were either getting ready to leave or sitting quietly near their parents while they talked. Gradually n1ore people began to leave. There was one couple who seemed to be searching for someone. They looked in the bathhouses, asked the children, asked the other parents, but no one had seen her for hours. They asked the two policemen who were standing around. Neither of them had seen her. For hours they searched, calling, watching, listening, but she was not to be found. It was long after nightfall before the two sad parents left the beach. The moon had come up, and its reflection fell calmly on the cool, still waters below. The ocean sounded different now. Its voice was more like the moan of a small child. .IUNIE STRINGER Form IV 30

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opposite each other and are skillfully carrying on a mute conversation, the topic of which, naturally. is the week-end. The four blackboards are free from the usual numerous 'fsave signs and the white film of chalk. allowing the cracks and scratches of long years of use to show more clearly. The shiny. cleanness ol' the slates seems llauntingly to defy us to write on it. and it is most annoying as we can hear someone in the l,atin room scribbling away. Ann, who is nervously chewing on her pencil, glances at her watch as someone dots two i's next door and reminds her of a clock. She catches Pegs eye and gives her that imploring look that we all give each other when we mean we want the period to end before we get called on. From downstairs a kindergartener howls lustily. and Margaret, indignant at being disturbed, clamps her teeth together. wrinkles her nose up, and makes a face that only she can make. The intense glare of a not too cloudy day pours in through the unshaded panes, silhouetting Mademoiselle and her desk against the windows, and giving us a good reason for not looking in her direction. Julie, who is none too quietly changing her position in the noisiest chair in the room, becomes alert suddenly. Thinking the class should show some sign of attention, she waits for Mademoiselle to pause and then laughs untimely at something not the least bit funny. Vle all perk up and snicker, hoping we are doing the right thing: but then after a moment we relax again, and eleven pairs of dirty saddle shoes once more settle themselves on the rails of the tables. ROXANNE 1'AricR Form VI RIP LITTLEBY HIS story began in ISHS! in the small town of Shady XVaters. Rip Littleby was one of Shady NVaters' favorite Cl12ll'2itflCliS. He was a bachelor and very lazy, but he had lots of friends. He had a pet raccoon named Jodie. He lived at Mrs. O'Grady's boarding house and could usually be found in the backyard munching an apple. He was a friend to everyone. Vlhenever Mrs. Carter ran out of sugar, he was always around to run and get it for her, or when Johnnie Riggs' roller skates simply wouldn't roll, Rip hxed them. He was always doing things like that. He was the general Hx-it man, errand boy, and baby sitter of the town. One day he and Jodie went on a hunting trip. He traniped around all day, but he didn't shoot anything because, you see, he was a very tender-hearted man. Nvhen night fell, he put down his sleeping bag and lay down. 'I'he hours ticked away, but Rip couldn't get to sleep. He had some sleeping pills with him because he had insomnia. Tonight he took five or six. Hlell, the pills had a very strange effect on Rip, for instead of killing him, they put him into a heavy sleep. When he woke up, he had never felt so stiff in his life! He got up and stretched. Though he hadn't been exactly what you would call clean shaven before, he now had a very long beard. He got up and started walking towards Shady Wfaters. He looked around and whistled for Jodie, but no Jodie was in sight. But while these things had bewildered him, imagine what he thought when he saw what used to be the small town of Shady XVaters! There instead of a very quiet town was a big, booming city. Instead of the quiet main street with its few little shops were huge skyscrapers, and in place of cars most people were flying around in their own helicopters. He walked slowly down the street. He saw no one he knew. Finally, he boarded fwith 29

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ON EGGS HE egg is, i11 llly opinion, o11e of tl1e 111ost uselul items i11 any l10llSCl1OlCl. Because it co11t11i11s 111a11y illdlllll-glYi1Tg elements. Mr. Egg is an inevitable part of our diet 211111 must be dressed in varied styles i11 order to appeal to tl1e most p11rtic11l11r palates. Mother, lor instance. is on Ll diet witl1 tl1e noble i11tentio11 of losing te11 or lilteen POL111dS in as sl1ort il ti111e as is hllllllllliy possible. .Xlter consulting stacks of literature o11 nutrition, sl1e lear11s tl111t Mr. Egg is low in c11lorie COLIIII as well 11s 1111tritio11s. 'l'hus, she s11llies forth to indulge i11 so111e heavy egg-eating. Eggs for breakfast, eggs lor lunch, Zlllll eggs for dinner. Alter tl1e lirst few days ol' this, sl1e becomes quite adept in the preparation ol' many new S2ll2lliS, relishes, and other dishes predomi111111tly Quite COIlI1'il1'y to l1lOlilCl S gleelul approach towards Mr. Egg' is tl1e malicious attitude of the members ol' the j11nior clan, ages nine Zllltl under. These small tornadoes 2l1'C 11 COIISIZIIIL headache to well-111ea11ing parents who cannot quite understand their 0lliSlDI'lllgiS 1lYCli5l0l1 to such 21 H'OlTllt'l'iilll lood. Having been Illktlllgil tl1e hating stage mysell, I can saliely Slly that while a lew may Sill- cerely dislike tl1e majority 2ll'L' simply afraid to like tl1e1n. It is lllllllilll l12lIlll'C Zllltljllllllltllliiy to resent something which the older gL'llCl'2lllOIl considers good for you. 1 11tl1e1' regards eggs 11s his morning COlIllJ2llli0lT. His ide11 of 11 perlect start to Il perfect d11y is two lried eggs, white, sleek 11nd plump, reposing serenely o11 a plate with several pieces ol' bacon cooked j11st right Zlllli arranged attrac- tively about tl1e eggs. lt could almost be said tl111t these ill'C 11s important to tl1e success of tl1e d11y 11s tl1e morning 132113011 Since he has been eating them l'CglIi2l1'ly for tl1e p11st lorty years. it XVOllid be 1111 interesting experiment to See TVIIZII would happen il' file? two close lriends were SC1J2ll'2llCti. Along with being 21 lood, Mr. Egg is also a yery uselul material. Dyed eggs 1lllll'iC delightful tiCCOl'1lli0llS lor Easter: to suit eyen the most IJI'2lt'IlC2ll ol minds, tl1e shells may be peeled oll' Zlllli tl1e rest eaten alter their ll2lyS ol' usefulness as decorations are oyer. The can be useful i11 1111 emergency. In c11se ol' s11cl1 ll dire calamity as running out ol' gl11e j11st 11s tl1e children are dem11nding it, tl1e white offers 21 substitute tl1at will pacily lllClll lllltil some real glue can be obt11ined. If excitement is wanted, Mr. Egg can even be helpful there. 111 tl1e olden d11ys if you had 21 fine tl1rowi11g 2l1'1l1, there was no better w11y to exhibit it than to attend El play, arn1ed with several rotten eggs, Zlllil lllIl'l these missiles in the direction of t11e l1IliiOI'lllIl2llC actors. This is a mere condensation ol ll large topic, b11t it indeed seryes Il purpose. I,et me ask you this: wl1o 2ll'C we to look dOTVI'l on so uselul Rl thing 11s Mr. Egg? Do11o'r111' 131411511 Form IV JUST A THOUGHT For il dewdrop lVh11t a merry ride Down tI1e slippery stem Ol ll tulip slide. P111'1.1.1s I,AIDLAXV Form VI 31