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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Th e Tower qpial ARRIVAL THE long slim dreadnought was nearing port. As she entered the harbor she gave three long blasts on her whistle telling all other craft to get out of the way. Signal iiags were run up on the wireless mast. These told what ship it was and who was on board. The Captain gave an order. Suddenly thir- teen loud explosions broke the stillness of the night, one right after the other. An answering salutation came from the fort on the shore, and a searchlight streamed through the darkness and lit up the ship. The fort was making sure which ship was dock- ing. The Wireless buzzed and sparks gave a wireless message to the captain ordering him to anchor on the other side of the har- bor. The battleship moved slightly and the anchor slid with a great rattle and splash into the water. A boat left the ship. All was quiet. The warship had docked. WILLIAM A. HART, Eighth Grade. NIGHT FALL I WALKED out on the rickety dock. The air was cool and soothing and I sat down, allowing my feet to swing over the side just above the silent water. Across the lake the last golden rays of the sinking ball of fire tipped the tops of the trees and gilded them with sunlight. But it lasted only for a mo- ment as the golden mass sank quickly out of sight and night shadows and sounds began to creep up all around me. The dark, dark green of the hemlock trees outlined the lake with uneven jagged shadows-almost pur- plish black in the dimming twilight. Only the sky was having its last fling for the day: it was a coral pink shade fading off into lav- ender and pale blue. The World was still while solitude and silence crept over me and enveloped me in a cloak of quiet beauty. I could almost hear the Angelus ringing out o'er the land, for it was the time when pray- ers should be offered. The whole world seemed to come to a standstill to worship at this time-it was a sacred moment. At moments like these, one forgets all else except the calmness, the serenity and the beauty of just such a paradisical place as this. A fish jumped near by with a startling splash, a bat swooped over my head, the last call of a bird echoed from a cave close by and then night descended quickly. The twinkling stars came peeping out one by one, as though a city was being lighted by a lamp lighter of bygone days. Slowly he ignited each one until his job was ended and the whole sky city was ablaze. A A cool, damp mist settled like a blanket o'er the lake protecting it faithfully from the sharp winds of the night-but I, being un- protected, shivered and hated the thought of seeking a shelter. MARY ANN RANKEN, '34. ON TELEPHONING ONE of the greatest and most entertain- ing inventions of mankind is the tele- phone. I believe that it was originally per- fected for practical use in case of emergency or for conveying momentous and consequent information from one household to another, from one office to another, or from office to home. It is, of course, still used for such purposes by the majority of the citizens of our country, but it seems that the youth of today employs the instrument for a means of exchanging gossip, and it has become an es- sential of the home for entertainment. Lo- cal news, hot off the griddle, is necessary to complete one's social position and popularity. It seems that the more a person knows about none of anyone's business the greater asset +6118