Tower Hill School - Evergreen Yearbook (Wilmington, DE)

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The Tower CDial added, chuckling. Still, I don't blame you for it. You know, I don't believe many people do understand Juno, although they pretend to be great authorities on the subject. The fact is, CI can speak frankly because the Roman Gods are all dead and gone, now. Christianity put an end to them.J you never really heard what made her so bad-tempered. By the way, don't you think I make a good Jupiter? Men of Latium were of that opin- ion. I never could imagine why I was so tall, except that it was convenient to hold up the arches at Rome while they were being re- paired. Here he stroked his sylvan beard pensively. Hm. I'm off the point. Yes, decidedly off the point. It seems that Juno, up in the celestial palace, had had a hard day trying to persuade the winds to finish her autumnal housecleaning and she wanted her husband to come home in time for supper-not keep her waiting, as he usually did. He had made a promise that he would greet her that eve- ning, the instant Apollo's horses were in the stable. She was very much pleased and, believ- ing him to be a reformed man at last, began to prepare a little feast to celebrate. You know all the things women do when they want to ask for money nowadays. Juno knew them too, and she first planned a wonderful dinner for just the two of them. She brought out his old toga, the purple one with the tarnished gold stripes. It looked rather shab- by, but it was his favorite. Oh, she took the starch out of it so that it wou1dn't scratch his neck. Then she 'put cloud pillows on the floor so he could leave his sandals off and rest his feet. All his little idiosyncracies were catered to. After she had put on her most becoming robe and sprayed lotus scent on her eye- lashes, she sat down to wait for him.-Now, before I finish, you know very well that old 'Juppy' never kept his promise.-No, you should never believe anyone to a great ex- tent.-It's too discouraging. Juno became mighty worried, then afraid, and finally terrified that something had happened to him. She tried to call him on the Mercurial telephone but 'Merk' said there was no answer. Then Juno almost had hysterics from worrying. She borrowed Di- ana's car because it was fast CDi' was off duty that nightl and drove down to the temple. As she approached the sacred grove, she heard a lot of laughter that didn't sound business-like, and also some music. Now Juno had a quick brain and she realized right away what was going on. She started to be offended but remained calm, and, deciding to be very self-controlled, she walked into the inner office of the temple. The sight that met her eyes quite stupi- fied her for a moment. There, seated on the Iioor between two brand new harvest wine casks, was her dignified husband, siphoning tastes from first one cask, then the other. His little attendants were, instead of stand- ing respectively at attention, playing leap- frog over the celestial waste baskets and singing in loud voices, terrible harmony. The spectacle shamed poor Juno, but above all, destroyed every vestige of faith she had in her husband. He had apparently disregarded her entirely, in favor of an eve- ning with Bacchus, the brute! This was the beginning of their whole unhappy existence and probably would go on forever. Poor queen, she didn't get a fair deal, did she? I said moodily. It's enough to make anyone bad-tempered. Virgil glanced at me a little condescendingly, and yet sadly. Ah, but we all make mistakes-Now, if Juno had been tactful and helped him a little, instead of being in a perpetual rage after- wards, she would have been a much happier 1013+

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Tower will School Q --I----.:: i l 7 ,,,,,, i If 11-lik AI 1 Q ' Il 'Nu- vcf , 'is 1::r--'- i i as Q.. LITERARY C 4 ELL, the other two pupils in Latin class may be keen about Virgil, I groaned one evening, but I'm beginning to wonder if I can ever wade through this mass of description. A low growl answered me from a dark corner of the study. Ordinarily petrified of unusual sounds in the dark, I should have died on the spot, but instead I went on grumbling about the Latin Classics, and faintly wondered if the dog was having bad dreams again. Why does Juno insist on be- ing such a shrew? Her jealousy is abnormal, besides being hard to translate. What's the matter, Jack? Did you eat too many dog biscuits ? There was no answer, but instinctively I felt the presence of an additional person in the room. Hearing a soft swish, and a deep voice preparing to speak with an impressive 419 rumble, I turned to see a tall figure glaring down at me from under beady black brows. He was not the ordinary type of massive giant one sees at a major football game, or up in the lumber camps pushing logs down- stream. Here was no mere gridiron star nor Jacques Leblanc! Instead one gazed up at the majesty of a man eight feet high. With an impressive gesture he folded his arms and began to thunder down from the heights. Young woman, what do you mean by taking my name in vain! Feel flattered that you are now in the presence of Jupiter the All-Powerful, the Almighty, king of gods and mankindg Lord of the Universe, the earth, sky and seag Ruler of all nations, Manager of the Heavenly Council which meets every eclipse. That's what our old time gods would say. Seriously speaking, I am Virgil, whom you have been so violently denouncing, he

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goddess. Now you had better finish your trans- lation or you will hear from your teacher. Saying this with a very earnest stress on the finish , without further advice he vanished. Hin, I thought to myself after the last lines had been done, Jim and Fred won't have a chance to talk in class tomorrow. They can be the listeners for awhile. CATHERINE DILL, '34. THE WANDERLUST I hear a voiceg It comes from afar, and like a hand it bec- kons me From across the silvery sheen of Waters that glisten Like a gem in a jeweler's window: The iiute-like voice callsg ,It calls not once but many times, Urging me with exuberant predications, Telling me of marble cities mounted in emeralds, Of dirty cities obscured by fog and soot, Of open iields, and heaths cut by broad highways, Or perhaps, by dusty, dry lanesg Of byways with inns for travellers' refuge, With their low-raftered rooms and open fires: Of hosts who speak a different language and whose thoughts Are so like, yet so far apart from mine. The sonorous voice rings on: It tells with petitional intonations that all, All las though it may not ever bel is at peace: And now I may cross the twisted waters and see The lands of my imagination in their real- ity. EUGENE PLUMSTEAD, '34, 49111 Tower cJ'fill ,School THRILLS OF THE ALASKAN SALMON STREAM BEAR hunting in Alaska is done mostly on the salmon streams. Mighty hordes of these silver fish come each fall to fresh water streams in order to spawn. The salmon leads a hectic life from the moment he enters the stream until he is finally slaughtered by some voracious eater or dies in ther form of a de- cayed mass of fiesh. The sights to be seen on a salmon stream are very enticing to the nature enthusiast as well as the hunter. Everything imagin- able comes to the salmon stream to satisfy his need of food before winter. Great bold eagles soar over head and perch in trees waiting for some wretched salmon to pas over a shallow bar. Hundreds of sea gulls wander up and down the stream gobbling up salmon eggs and pecking the eyes out of dy- ing salmon. Among the salmon egg consum- ers are the small, bantam-like crows of Alaska, ravens, herons, ducks, and many other species of the bird kingdom. It is hard to imagine the great array of bird-life there is at salmon streams. Here comes too the mighty Alaskan brown bear, known to many as the kadiak bear, his bowed legs carrying him in a lum- bering motion down the bear path worn along the water's edge. The huge bulk, sometimes measuring thirteen feet in length and weigh- ing over eleven hundred pounds, surpasses any other carnivorous animal in size. Most vivid in my memory is an experience we had when encountering one of these ani- mals. Minutes seemed hours to us anxious hunters who sat patiently waiting for the brown monster to come into range. Closer and closer he came, stopping now and then to make a swipe with his giant paw at some careless salmon. As the mammoth reached the hundred yard mark, I said, between chat-