Tower Hill School - Evergreen Yearbook (Wilmington, DE)

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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-

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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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The Tower CDial tering teeth, Shall I let 'im have it ? The old Alaskan guide shook his head, Wait till he reaches fifty. Still he kept com- ing closer and closer. Cold shivers shot up and down my back and my teeth chattered harder every minute. Finally when he was almost on top of me a voice whispered, Bust 'im. Up went the 30.06 Springlield, but to my great horror the barrel shook like a leaf. At that moment the mountain of fur in front of us rose up on his hind legs. At last after what seemed hours of aiming, the barrel steadied and I touched the hair trigger. The huge bear in front of me fell backwards into the stream with blood gushing from a wound in his chest. Before I could think, he was on his feet, a fighting demon, belching out great roars and snapping teeth like fire crackers. The great hole in his chest turned the clear mountain water into a crimson red. Another bullet tore into his bull neck and down he went for the second time, only to get up a raging maniac. At last my sight rested on his giant skull and this time he sank down never to rise. We had to wait ten minutes before approaching my trophy because more people are killed by brown bears playing possum than in any other way. Bon CARPENTER, '34. COLORED WOODS OF FALL WHILE Jack Frost in his little paint vest now carries a small can of deep green paint, the rest of his vest is filled with cans of fall colors, with which he will decorate his many forests. Yesterday when I walked into the Rock- ford Woods I was held spell-bound by the picturesque scene that my eyes beheld. I knew right there and then that old Jackie had lost no time in getting his men to work redressing Mother Nature's peaceful land- scape. All the trees and shrubbery that not long ago were green are now changing to their fall dresses. Here and there we see long out-stretched arms covered with a coat of green leaves spattered with red, and where Mr. Frost has kept his men working overtime the red spottings completely cover the green. In some places Jack is throwing his paintings to the winds. These leaves have long ago turned red, and are now yellow. They come down very slowly, turning this way and that as the winds scatter them to the four points of the compass. Some fall to the ground, to be blown into nearby bushes, where they form warm blankets which will protect the surrounding vegetation that has been tucked away for the winter by Mother Nature. Others fall in the creek that peacefully makes its way toward the river. Here upon the water, which babbles in and out among the rocks, they sail like little boats, following the currents of the stream, while behind, others fall to make a carpet of gold upon God's flowing wine. As the trees shed their wearing apparel they become barer and bar- er, and it will not be long until they are rais- ing their leafless branches to heaven, waiting the descent of the snow which will hide their nakedness for the winter. ELLswoa'rn GENTRY, '35, METROPOLIS This great and gaudy city, This thing of stone and steel, What, pray, does it know now? What, pray, does it feel? Does it know the colors? Does it know the pain? Does it feel the sunlight Warming it again? 12 ,p