Tower Hill School - Evergreen Yearbook (Wilmington, DE)

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The Tower CDial with all this heavy clothing on! I hope I kill him with the first thrust because I don't Want him to buck me off and toss me up in the air with those large, sharp antlers. By this time we had neared the shore and I was getting into a good position to ram the knife home. As the great moose came charging out of the Water running and buck- ing with all his might, I took a tight hold on my knife and plunged it between his ribs squarely into his heart. He fell to the ground with blood gushing from the wound. At last I had ridden a moose. WILLIAM A. HART, Eighth Grade. GOD'S PURPOSE? When God gave us our heritage could He have meant That souls should be warped and bodies be bentg That death-dealing weapons should take such a toll With life as the stakes and no visible goal? Does man build up nations of iiesh, steel and stone To take them right down for reasons un- known? The youth of today must not hesitate To iight off this foe and forget how to hate. EUGENE PLUMSTEAD, '34, MASTER OF JALNA GGMAZO de la ROCHE has written an other Jalna book! is the jubilant cry of those who have followed the saga of this captivating family. And it is no wonder, for as the Whiteoak family carries on so does Miss de la Roche with a never ending ability to keep alive an irresistible interest in The Master of Jalna. Upon the publication of each sequel to Jalna there is a strong controversy as to which novel relates the greatest story of the life at Jalna. If you have not been a reader of these previous volumes, you will merely need the family tree at the beginning of the book to become at once an admirer of Miss de la Roche and her works. Every member of the family is a character of real personali- ty whose moods of love, fun, and mischief keep the every day doings at Jalna lively and each homey episode amusing or tragic. The tragedy of one chapter is kept from be- ing morbid or bitter by the relief of a comedy scene in the following one. The story continues while Mazo de la Roche portrays in more detail than in her former novels, the character of Renny, Ren- ny the dominant, fiery-tempered, but mag- netic Master of Jalna. Here he is faced with financial difiiculties, a struggle to main- tain the beauty and tradition of the Jalna estate, and his relations with his wife and his friend, Clara Lebreaux. You are left with the feeling of content- ment and complete satisfaction at the end, although you have lived thru the scenes pre- ceding and following the tragic deaths of Eden and Aunt Augusta, the love affairs of Pauline Lebreaux and Wakefield, and Finch and Sarah. Nevertheless you will be impa- tient to read a sequel carrying on the drama of the on coming Whiteoak generation. ELIZABETH TAYLOR, '35. NIGHTFALL Like a shadow of a cloud came the nightg Like the gliding of a bird passed the day, Slowly the twilight deepened And silver dust sparkled in the velvet of the sky. ANONYMOUS. isy

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switchboard which was near at hand. Ah, now for the final test, he breathed, and with that his hand came down on a glittering knife switch. Power hummed, and gas in enor- mous bubbles gurgled up from the purple solution. Odd, thought Roger. Howl sleepy I am. I am so drowsy I can hardly keep my eyes open. Here, I must sit down. With that Colefield sank into an over-stuffed chair completely overcome with Weariness. My word, the stuff seems to be Working, he mused aloud. Oh, hang it all, there goes the 'phone. Abruptly he picked up the in- strument, What, war declared? I have met with success. Yes, my discovery has been opportune .... I shall 'phone the government laboratories. The preparation can start at once. Days later troops were assembled, the enemy surrounded in the city of New York and the first trial of Colefield-X was at hand. The bombs were detonated within the city limits and soon sleep-producing gas at- tacked every man of the enemy forces. The men were seized by an overpowering drowsi- ness that offered sleep, welcome sleep, that rested the fatigued mind and body gradual- lyg one by one they dropped off into the abyss of oblivion. Cheers greeted Colefield on ev- ery hand from the victorious army. The disarmament of the enemy had been short and complete. Suddenly the ringing of a bell beat upon Co1efield's ears. The vision faded. He was again in his room and the phone was ringing. He looked at his watch. It has all been a dream, he murmured absently. All a dream. Finally he turned and picked up the phone, Hello, what's that you say? We are at war-war? Why I have just been dreaming-Oh! The instrument fell from his hand. His whole body collapsed limply on the floor-It was no useg Roger Colefield's gas had been a failure. CHRISTY CONNER, '34, 4115 'Tower c.7'fill ,School RIDING A MOOSE TOM, Dick, and I were going hunting in Quebec, Canada. The first day out from St. Augustine de Wolbern we traveled twen- ty miles. It was very hard going, over stones, logs, hills, and creeks. We were carrying about seventy pounds apiece. This included our food supplies, rifies, and a small collapsible boat in which we were going to hunt moose. The second day out we picked up a moose trail which we followed all day in hopes of finding a moose to ride. I was very anxious to ride a moose. This is accomplished by sighting a moose when he is in the middle of a lake. Two paddlers in a boat, go after the moose, while the prospective rider sits in the middle of the boat. Since the paddlers can paddle faster than the moose can swim, one soon overtakes the desired animal. It is a quick jump to his back, as one holds a long hunting knife in his hand, and a clever trick to grab hold of his broad antlers. Then a desperate ride to the shore. Last of all there is a sharp thrust of the knife into his heart. I was to ride the first moose, Tom the sec- ond, and Dick the third. The next morning toward noon we came to some very fresh tracks along a fairly large lake. Unpacking our boat we hurried out on the lake to see if there were any moose crossing. As we rounded a point we saw one of the great beasts swimming in the middle of the lake. The paddlers set to work and as we came alongside of the quarry, I jumped on his back. He ducked his head trying' to shake me loose and set out with fast strokes for shore. How fast thoughts began racing through my head! What if I never get to shore? Whoopsl I hope he doesn't try that again! I wish he would hurry up! I wonder if I should prick him with my knife? No that might make him rear. I might drown

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