Summit School - Flame Yearbook (St Paul, MN)

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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

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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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THINGS PAST HE stood gazing out the window. The sun appeared to be suspended about ten feet above the tops of the new green leaves on the trees. It was a pinkish- yellow color. A bird with gilded wings floated by softly whistling to himself. Her thoughts drifted back to another spring ten years ago. How young she had been then, only seven years old. She remembered the house she had lived in with her parents. It was a square house with a pointed roof and a big front door. She had always thought that the sound of the postman walking up the gravel driveway had sounded like the crunch of somebody eating toast. She remembered especially the day when her father came home from the doctor. The doctor had told him to go out Mfest for his health. She had had a mixed feeling of joy and sorrow. She didn't want to leave ho1ne, but she welcomed the chance for new experiences out Wfest. The day before they were to leave she took one last look at the village where she had grown up. She walked by the wooden shack which served as a clubhouse, past the bakery where she always used to go to buy licorice, and by the old abandoned house up the road which everyone felt sure was haunted. She went to say good-by to all her friends whom she wouldn't see for a long time. Maybe she would never see them again. The next morning the whole family got up at six o'clock so that they could get an early start. She remembered the old black Ford with the red band around it under the windows. The trunk and back seat were piled high with suitcases, boxes, and bags. Her daddy had left her a foot of room in the back seat which was to be hers for the next week. As the car drove out of the driveway and onto the main street, she craned her neck way back to get a last glimpse of the house. Its empty windows stared at her sadly. She could see through her window a patch of blue-flowered wallpaper. Then she turned around and faced west to a new life. She didn't remember much of the trip-just the little things. It was hot in that corner of the back seat. She slept off and on like a baby. She could remember stopping at a gas station to refill the car. She cried when her mother wouldn't let her have a coke. She remembered stopping in a small town. Her father went into a little place and brought out ham sandwiches. They were good, but she didn't like the dark brown mustard. She was disappointed in Denver, Colorado. She had expected a vast expanse of lonely prairie sand with a circle of Indian tepees in the middle. Denver was just like any city in the Eastg not even a cowboy. Her mother took her to Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs. She liked it. She had seen it five and a half times before. They finally came to New Mexico. How she hated it! Everything was hot and dry and especially dirty. They lived in a big sun-baked brick apartment on the top floor. There was a long flight of sun-baked steps leading up to the door. Funny, she never remembered going up those steps. She just saw other people going up them. Her daddy fell on them one night. She didn't see how he could. During the winter she got sick. She didn't remember the name of the disease, but she was delirious for quite a while. When she was getting well, her parents seemed to be different. They were always arguing about money. She didn't like to see them argue. When she was completely well again they went to Arizona. Arizona was a lot better. They lived in a boarding house, and she slept out on a porch. She liked it. She went to school there and met a lot of new 32