Three Rivers High School - Reflector Yearbook (Three Rivers, MI)

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hand over his eyes, he rushed to his horse, over the dead bodies of his men. He had sacrihced thousands of them for his personal revenge. Thousands of mothers would suffer the agony that only he would have needed to suffer. He mounted his horse and urging him on, rode many hours. He knew not where he went. Late in the night his horse stopped before an abbey. He was treated kindly for several days, and decided to remain and become a monk, thus making up for the great wrong he had done. Later, he read of the erecting of a monument to him. It had been against the wishes of the government but the common people demanded it. He had revenged them for the many outrages of the enemy upon them. It had been a great struggle. But he overcame his desire for fame and settled down in the abbey. Soon he was made Bishop of the abbey. The old monk jumped up, and looked about him with a look of fear upon his face. Had he spoken his dream? Was anyone about? Thank Heavens, No! He still had his secret to bear to his grave. fwilliam Babb, 'Z9. 96' To Mr. Crawford There is a man of much renown, Not very far away. He's very good to look upon, We see him every day. His frown is fierce, his smile is kind. His eyes are truest blue, And though hid behind a twinkle. They can look you through and through. He's stern, but just, and justice metes Alike to youth and maid. With insight keen and judgment sound, One need not be afraid That he will punish without need, Or punish without cause, The luckless individual Who fails to keep his laws. -Amy Dzmclrlcg '19. N051

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Revenge Pmza srotw O other sound, than the breezes whispering among the vines was audible among the shady recesses of the long piazza. The silence was intense. Now, a strain of music came from some- where within the abbey. At the far end of the piazza a solitary monk arose, and seating himself completely in his chair, gazed out across the landscape be- fore him. His features were illuminated by a look of benignity, common only among those who have consecrated themselves to the Lord. His soft grey eyes were almost the same hue as his long flowing hair which crowned his massive head. His gaze wandered out over the motionless bay, where several ships were hovering lazily about the wharf. How he loved to gaze upon that sight. lt was so restful to his nerves. Finally, his gaze shifted to the city at the bottom of the hill. There stood the ruins of huge buildings, the heritage of antiquity. His eyes wander- ed about the town until they rested upon a huge statue erected in a principal street. He shifted his gaze suddenly, and a look of restlessness overshadowed his face. He drew his long robe about him, and leaned back in his chair, his eyes kindled with a strange fire. The great warhorse pawed restlessly. Upon his back sat a handsome young general. In his hands he held a message. He read it to himself: Your mother has been shot: your sweetheart is dying: the enemy have sued for peace. Wait for further orders before you engage with them. The general's face went white. His heart was rent with anguish. Then his face was flushed to a crimson, and he clinched his teeth and muttered with a feeling that only accompanies the greatest hatred, I shall have revenge. His voice roared as he shouted Advance All during the en- gagement he was at the head of his men shouting encouragingly to them. The roar of the guns was deafening. and cries of the dying were heart sickening. Yet he never Hinched. At last he had conquered. Before him stood his hated enemy, upon whom he had sworn revenge, awaiting his word before he passed into eternity. But ah! in the distance appeared a fast riding courtier. Peace has been declared, he shouted. Your victory has been an un- necessary slaughter. The proud general bowed his head. Suddenly, clasping his 51041

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The Abuse of Customs R. QUILL and his handsome son, Phil, sat before the open fire place. The cozy warmth of the fire-lit room seemed to en- courage confidences. Conventionalities are a bug-bear, are they not, father? I found the 'one girl in the world for me'-and I have lost her. Come, son, tell me all about it, said Dr. Quill, watching the soft curls of smoke floating gently upward. On my Way here from college I had to stop over a short time at a small suburb called Delton, began Phil. ASI had nothing else to do, I stood in the station studying the faces of the people as they came into the building. My attention was attracted to a crowd of well dressed girls who were all laughing and talking at the same time. Then, I saw an old lady struggling to reach the back of her shawl to adjust it. I walked forward to assist her, but I was pre- ceded by a young girl, who, leaning toward her, said, 'May I help you? There, is there anything else?' After she had made the woman comfortable she went to in- quire about her trains, and I, also, went to inquire. She was evidently a working girl, and, although she was dressed neatly, her apparel did not bespeak a superabundance of wealth. She was not beautiful but was sweet, with large grey eyes and an expression on her face which made her very attrac- tive. I found myself staring at her and I realized that I had to know her. To introduce myself was impossible. I watched her and saw her go to her train, and I immediately followed her. I saw that she was sitting on this side of the train. It was a cowardly, ungentlemanly act, but, Dad, I was desperate. I threw one of my cards into the window where she was sitting. She smiled at me very sweetly and shyly. That was several days ago, and I wonder if I shall ever see her again. Barbara sat in her fifth floor hall bedroom talking to her chum. This is his card, janet, and I do so wish I could Write to him. I-Ie was well dressed and refined looking and had the kindest brown eyes. I-Ie might be-but no, he can't be,- With big tears in her eyes Barbara tore the card into small pieces and then watched them burn. -B67'ff1Cl.'l7Z'Cl'7'1i6 Mallo, '20, 51061