Tower Hill School - Evergreen Yearbook (Wilmington, DE)

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The Tower Clpial to run down the beach noisily and dip their cute little toes in the Water, squeal, and run back up the beach. Every couple of years a lot of sand collects in one place, making a sand bar which gradually fills in, finally turn- ing into extra beach. In the meanwhile the water between the bar and beach is still- water, which means much fun for the kid- dies. After reading this do you wonder why I love the ocean? I hope not. FORTES We come to the earth with the stars in our blood, Tho our greatness be hidden 'neath covering of mud. We find ourselves part of a drama half-done, With wonder and awe then our lives are be- gun. Some fall from the pace of the game that is played, But we carry on till our courage is made. For courage must teach us to live and to die, And they who have lost it must look on and sigh, As brave march to glory in life and in death, And breathe the same pleasure in first and last breath. The fools can hear music and not feel the song, The mad can see beauty and call it a wrong, The brave make their lives and their deaths to be sought, Tho harshness and pain fill their each living thoughtg They live in the sun and they bless its strong heat, Thru beauty they move to the death they will meet. Each chants forth the music of song in his soul, He lives and he dies to its rhythmical roll. J. STUART GOODMAN, '34. CAPE HENRY, VIRGINIA CAPE HENRY, VIRGINIA, where the At- lantic meets the Chesapeake and the James, is a barren stretch of beach orna- mented with two lighthouses. The more pio- turesque of these lighthouses stands inland on a grassy knoll. It was built in 1700 and now the rocks are gradually falling to the ground. The other lighthouse is ultra-mod- ern, shiny and white, but it seems very out of place. The stretch of coast is novel in that at one end, Virginia Beach, automobiles may be driven on the sand with perfect safety and that the beach at Cape Henry is largely ram- bling sand dunes. These sand dunes give Cape Henry a wild and uncivilized appear- ance which makes it seem miles from any- one. Some of them are covered with long waving grasses and waxy-leaved bayberry bushes with a spicy fragrance which blends delightfully with the salty twang from the sea. It is glorious to spend a whole day by yourself at Cape Henry. To lie and bake in the sun for hours, to plunge into the clear green waves which are so powerful that they roll you right up on the beach, then to swim out beyond the breakers, float, and watch the snow-white puffs of clouds floating in the summer sky, to race to shore with the strength you seem to get from the sea, this is my idea of paradise. However, even in this lonely spot, there are indications of life. The beach is covered with tiny sand iiddlers which will crawl all over you if you lie still. It is diiiicult to catch them because they are sand-color and at the slightest motion will quickly scamper off to their holes. From time to time freight- ers will glide slowly by either bringing their goods in to Norfolk or moving out to sea. Usually a school of porpoises will follow the +Qf24

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were in Los Angeles we went to Hollywood and watched a movie being made at the Pathe Studio. It was a very interesting thing to see. We went down to San Diego from Los Angeles. Most of the Navy ships that are on the Pacific, anchor at San Diego and I remem- ber the fun I had waving to the sailors from the dining room windows of the hotel. We took a drive down into Mexico, as soon as you pass the border you notice a great dif- ference. Mexico seemed to be awfully dirty, at least that was the impression I got from the Mexican city I was in. We went to Agua Caliente, a famous racing resort in Mexico. The hotel there was extremely beautiful. I don't remember much about San Francisco except that the streets are very steep and hilly and that it was bitterly cold. We went to Portland and Seattle and then up to Cana- da. I think Canada is a beautiful country. There are no ugly billboards posted along the roads to spoil the scenery as there are in the United States. There are no words wonder- ful enough to express the grandeur of the Canadian Rockies. Lake Louise is the most beautiful place I have ever been. It is a love- ly blue lake surrounded by glaciers. Many orange and yellow poppies are growing on the hotel terrace leading down to the lake. One can imagine how beautiful it must be. From Lake Louise we went to Banff. Banff is nothing compared with Lake Louise in beauty. After going a few more places we returned home by way of Niagara Falls. OE 'X' 'F K In spring vacation Mother took my two brothers and me to Florida. A friend of Mother's went along, accompanied by her daughter. CH-, my older brother, was vital- ly interested in the girl.J Mother was forced to laugh at our behavior in the dining room. H- would have liked us to enter in the zap- Tower 7'fi1lSCh00l proper fashion, ladies first, then the gentle- men. Not so this party! The young lady went in first, and then B. -and I, not having reached the dignified age, rushed uncere- moniously in to gain the coveted seats by the young lady. I have had many experiences on my Uncle's farm. About five or six years ago B- and I weren't such good riders, as you can well imagine. One cold, snowy day we were riding a very old horse from the stable to the house without a saddle. As we drew near the farm house everyone started to laugh. We also started to laugh, rocking in our mirth. Soon, clutching each other fran- tically, we tumbled in to a drift, cold, wet, but fthank heavensj very, very, soft. GE -16 BE X- In the summer I go to Ocean City, New Jersey, which to me has no match. I have been to camps in New Hampshire and in Maryland, but the ocean has a charm. I love to ride in on the waves at a breakneck speed, twisting and turning to keep on top, and when you get on top of a wave that is just about to break, you begin to wonder what will happen when it breaks, but usually you can straighten out after it breaks and coast on into the shore. Then of course when a bigger wave comes you can dive through it and then it is fun to turn around as you come up and watch the other people get spill- ed. Also if you know how to swim you can go out past the breakers and tread water, bobbing up and down with the waves as you do so. But of course the waves are not al- ways this big, in fact they are only that big at high tide when you can always find people who are afraid of waves. But the ocean is very kind in considering them also and de- votes half of its time to pleasing them, at low tide. When they can't find any waves to fuss about, then most of them are satisfied

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ship, their shiny bodies basking in and out of the cool depths. Overhead baby dirigibles from the nearby training base at Fort Mon- roe will fioat by like more white clouds. As the sun goes down and a breeze comes up, the hollows between the sand dunes fur- nish an excellent fireplace. It is sheltered from the wind, and the drift wood and dried up sea-Weed make splendid fuel. Then the sand gets cold and the moon floats up from the water. You are surrounded by stars in a black blanket and ever-changing Whitecaps rising from an inky pool. The surf rushes in with its thundering roar and rolls up on the beach. JUDITH GRAVELY, '35 LETTERS T O FIND a letter waiting for you when you arrive home is one of the nicest sur- prises I know. For a matter of a few seconds your eyes wander thoughtfully over the post- mark. If this fails to register on the brain, you tear open the letter in a great flurry but instead of starting to read it from the begin- ning you look for the tell-tale signature. After this information is acquired, some- times a groan, sometimes a laugh, sometimes a gladdening sound, and sometimes mere silence is emitted. The same sounds may also be heard after reading the letter. Since you can't see a person and talk to him, the next best thing is to hear from him. It is so much fun to read about a comical incident, a choice bit of news, or almost anything of in- terest. However, when the fatal day arrives for answering this letter, it is often a different story. Sometimes it's just as much fun to write a letter as it was to receive one and then again it's quite a task, all depending on the two correspondents. Very frequently it is mere lack of something interesting or 25191- Tower will ,School amusing to say that causes you to grimace' at the thought of writing a letter. Now and again when you write several letters in one evening, you almost make a carbon copy of the same letter with a few changes to suit each person to whom you are writing. And oh, woe are you if the letters are compared! Then there is always the question of how long you should wait before answering a. let- ter. Very methodical people have certain lengths of time. Sometimes it's the same length of time as the other person waited, sometimes it's twice as long, and sometimes it's half the time. Every once in awhile a person is found who doesn't go by how long the other one waits but always writes his a week or some other set time after the day he receives the letter. Then there is the person who waits three weeks one time and answers it the very next day next time so that his victim remains in suspense and never knows when to expect a letter from him. However, the majority of people merely write letters when they have the inspiration. There are several reasons for waiting a certain length of time before answering a letter. Some people just do it because they do everything like that. Others do it so that they won't have to write so often, while others wait for a certain period so that the one to whom they are writing will not think they are too anxious to hear from him. The main trouble with the last reason is that often you are just dying to get another let- ter from a certain person and if you don't answer his for a couple of weeks, you most likely won't hear from him again for a month. Practically every letter tells or suggests a story. All letters are exciting secrets to those who receive them. BARBARA BONHAM, '34,