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----- -----we -------- Fond Memories The evening sun was sinking low, The dampening dew was falling slowg Small Stars began a-peeping out From underneath the clouds about. A maiden fair of sweet sixteen Came tripping down upon the greeng She knelt down by the water wild, Looked merely as a little child. The water with its hollow roar Dashed high against the rocky shore. She saw a school boy raise a mast, Which brought back memories of the past. She thought of days so long gone by, Of days she spent in Trivoli High, The dear old school that made her friends, The one she'd stand by till the end. V. Q., '26, Air Trails on the Border A gentle hum rising to a roar, followed by a series of sharp barks, and as a huge De Hairland plane came to a stop, Ralph Morean of Patrol No. 3 on the Mexican border, climbed out. Going at once to headquarters, he checked his reports and was off duty for the rest of the day. Ralph was one of Captain Henderson's boys who had earned their stripes in France and had settled down to the monotonous life of patrolling the border. During the war, Ralph had been an expert flyer and seemed to care a great deal for the altitudes. Right now smuggling on the border was being greatly checked, but still the Mexicans were obtaining arms and ammunition. The planes had done noble work, but still Captain Henderson felt that something was slipping somewhere. Near San Dierca was a small group of Mexican huts in which lived several Mexican families under suspicion. In one family was a young chap who seemed to be more of a gentleman and quick thinker than his friends. He became acquainted with Ralph and they soon be- came fast friends. Ralph kept him at the camp part of the time, but receivedorders not to letanyone in without a pass. This boy's name was Diaz. ,He seemed to care for a ride, but orders prevented Ralph from doing such. Ralph became so interested in the little fellow that Page Fifty
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. ...---- --W .... ...g... keep her alive, and then travelled on, not caring whither she went. For two days she lived this way, until at last she grew sick from fatigue. While her horse was going down a steep cliff, she fell from the saddle. How long she lay there she did not know. But when Joan awoke, she found herself lying on a clean, snowy bed in a small cabin. Good morning, dear, said a voice, 'fl knew you would get better. All you need is something to eat so that your body may become strong again. Joan looked around and confronted a small woman with soft eyes and white hair. Good morning, she answered, 'fWill you please tell me where I am, and how I got here? I found you on the cliff where you fell off your horse, and so I brought you here. My name is Mrs. Craig and my husband is a gold digger. May I know your name, dear? My name is Joan Madonef' You are French? asked Mrs. Craig. Yes, I used to live with my father in Auden among the artists. But excuse me, I must be going for I cannot tarry. But where are you going, my dear? I want you to stay with me until you are better. Will you? Joan thought awhile and then answered: I will if you let me work and help you. They agreed to do this, whereupon Joan spent many happy days with Mr. and Mrs. Craig in their little cabin. She sewed and helped do the housework as well as mary odd jobs. At last when she was bet- ter, she set out and three days later slfe came to a seaport called Queens- town. On inquiring about boats for France, she found that there was one leaving the next day. At last! The time had come when she was going to see her dear father again. At this thought her eyes filled with tears of joy. The next day proved to be one of the finest ever recorded. The grass was green and the birds sang their soft melodies with such force that the very air rang with their notes. The boat was ready to leave and at last Joan found herself out in the open sea. She travelled for three days and at last came to France. Joan took the train to a town five miles from Auden and then walked to her home town. As she wan- dered over those fields again wfth the flowers blooming among the clov- er, her heart swelled with rapture. Then she stopped short, for in front of her was Blue Ridge and on the porch sat her father. He was smok- ing, and when Joan cried, Father, Father, I come, I come, he arose to meet her with open arms. - Oh Joan, my darling, I have made good and often have I wanted to see you. God bless you, my own, my darling! B. H., '27. Page Forty-nine
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