Tower Hill School - Evergreen Yearbook (Wilmington, DE)

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X , ,,...1l.. s , ,R 'YI 'Twas the night before Christmas, And in yonder blue sky, Was a miniature sleighg Who could doubt it? Not I! f . ' U 'J' SE ff-7 3 Yi I in. Nl 'M Jgwh I sueh e fat little driver, ' Whose laugh was so jolly, - . To believe him unreal Would have been naught but feuy. A r ' II 'gulf' 1 With a shrill piercing whistle, il Ill- Q He dove down the chimney, i -'. , 1' ,,,m,,,,,y1lI W Bringing toys and good cheer, r 2.1, And departing so nimbly. K xl' . 'J s Q mxyllllun 1 p Then a call to his reindeer, ' - W . And a snap of his iingerg WWII!! To his sleigh, and awayg He had no time to linger. 111 A lf' 1 As he sped through the air, r I . : .. ' ' A And across the new moon, Could I question the sound, Of his sleigh-bells' glad tune? DAVID BRYAN, '37. ft all I fa I ul l W f' 1 ,, fl' l Q f Q e fl gt fl 1' 1 l f I Q ' 1 A Q Il' , l r l X' . f , far D Vital ff I 1 f '.f M 1 x ff ', l X w ,H It a. v T , A ' in , ' Zi Wx 5,3 ati I f .4 X '41 r gi ff'f1'-19:1 ,si 0 GL I 'f-'1-fwigglsll gr- 1- J 41 Qyilld I L f-ii! L- 'D- 'm!:'g'n '- f ,Ny- -!w J . I I ,-ff f ga ,-, - ' ' - ' , fault-fy. . X -hi ' K e 1 - s I ti' zigfntvxwx fha. I -44 , jigs!! , :A L- V Ifriwa ,47 . ,viii ', ' - 3 I, ' ff ,,, , xx . 165-x .,-.e xy .. Us ,.:. 7'j2yL: 1-.E-6 X' Q2 - 1 . , .,, , . . . . ...... . - L 'g,,f,,' Q' r JD lf'-Q5 ,ff',O,,Vf,g4xqn , e ,-1 ,ref ,jig , 4- 1 1 A., V ,flflil ' pf,.,,,., .,iZv'.ifA.L U-:Ex 'rx- ' -ak fi - -1-' F- - ' M ',','e-ns, r-,S--s ' -.- 2 --V,-ltfrfsfs Q ' X' fa . J-f 1. is 4 'ff .. - - f :Y ,4 if li V , -.en Al- vm-A 1 - ' f 1 - 1. 4 , . ..--- V -2 - X.. ,ijgvk , -, Us I - X ' ,

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TABLE OF CONTENTS FRONTISPIECE ...... EDITORIALS Christmas 1933, J. S. S., '34 ........ Health, E. A. R., '34 ............................ Community Spirit, E. A. R., '34 ............... LITERARY Virgilius Nocturnus, Catherine Dill, '34 ........................... The Wanderlust, Eugene Plumstead, '34 ....................... Thrills of the Alaskan Salmon Stream, Bob Carpenter, ' Colored Woods of Fall, Ellsworth Gentry, '35 ............... Metropolis, J. Stuart Goodman, '34 ................................... Glimpses from a Train Window, Betty Hawkins, '34 Nemesis, Christy Conner, '34 ......................................... Riding a Moose, William A. Hart, Eighth Grade ......... Master of Jalna, Elizabeth Taylor, '35 ................. Nightfall, Anonymous ................................................ Arrival, William A. Hart, Eighth Grade ...... Night Fall, Mary Ann Ranken, '34 ............ On Telephoning, Elizabeth Taylor, '35 ........ Barns, Elizabeth Norman, '35 ........................ Bits from Ninth Grade Autobiographies ...... Fortes, J. Stuart Goodman, '34 .......................... Cape Henry, Virginia, Judith Gravely, '35 ...... Letters, Barbara Bonham, '34 ........................................... Aloneness, Edith Runge, '34 ................................................... Last Minute Thoughts, Jeanne Lytle, Eighth Grade Flush -Virginia Woolf, Mary Ann Ranken, '34 ........... To the Mail-Clad One, Eugene Plumstead, '34 ................... Shoes and Stockings, Richard G. Woodbridge, '35 ....... Strange Death, Jane De Blois, '34 ................................ LOWER SCHOOL DEPARTMENT ..... SCHOOL NOTES ............................... ALUMNI .................. PARENTS ....................................................... OBSERVATIONS FROM THE TOWER ...... ATHLETICS ................................................ JOKES ................ EXCHANGES .......

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Tower qfill 5611001 4 CHRISTMAS 1 933 LOSE to two milleniums ago on Christ- mas Day there began the making of a doctrine which in turn was to make a new era of history. The basic ideal of this beautiful dogma was the love of our comrade men. A God was sent to dwell with us clay giants and interpret and expand this doctrine to us so that we too might come into a state of perfect union with the universal scheme into which we stumbled countless ages be- fore. He manifested the glory of such an ideal by His own life and death. He left with us His words and the memory of His perfect fortitude and beauty of being. With this glimmering of light from the Master-poet begimiing to seep through the darkness of our intellects, We continued our blundering, unsteady march toward an un- certain goal. Brave men propounded this ideal over the face of the earth, and some- qs times their courage was rewarded by death and sometimes by the conversion of multi- tudes to the faith of a doctrine of love. The original words of the N azerene were warped, blasphemed and used to narrow, worldly ends until we became uncertain of the veracity of any one version in the shriek- ing maze of creeds. Forgetting the underly- ing ideal of love, men continued to claw at each other as their Cro-Magnon forbears had done before His coming. It was, and is, in- deed a mad thing to claw at each other like primitives over a slight difference of inter- pretation of dogma, and indeed disregard our mission of love altogether, while the ideal of love stands above and beyond the reeking fray, perfect and untainted. Needless to say, we-acting as the great nations and masses of mankind-have failed miserably in manifesting the ideal which our