University School for Girls - Castanon Yearbook (Chicago, IL)

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,.:-:L .,.-- ,.....ac., . fairy things that all other children had always heard or read about since they were babies, but few had ever seen. She swung in the heart of a morning glory. She danced until she was breath- less to fairy music. Once she danced with the fairy king himself. She listened to a cricket band, saw fireworks by a company of trained fireflies, heard fairies blowing on honeysuckle trumpets, and had a ride in a coach made of a tiger lily and drawn through the air by a team of humming birds! Finally, a fairy trumpet was blown and then, standing before her, was the little old man, waiting to take her back home. Please let me say goodbye to Queen Titania and King Oberon,', she asked. Of course, dear, you may, said the lovely little lady, and kissed her twice, once on each corner of her mouth. Those are fairy kisses of happiness, child. Your mouth will always curve upward now and you will never frown. Thank you so much, and I've had such a lovely time. Goodbye! Patsy Anne turned reluctantly away, sorry to leave this glorious place. Hurry, Patsy Anne, we must be going home, cried the little man. Homeward they raced as fast as they could, and almost before she knew it Patsy Anne was back in bed and sound asleep. In the morning when she. woke up she rubbed her eyes again, still wondering if it was a dream. But no--the corners of her mouth were still turned up. And the next time her mother told her there were no fairies Patsy Anne said nothing but felt the corners of her mouth turning up from the Fairy Queen's kiss. CHARLOTTE HUBBART, '3 I ...:: ' MORNING SALUTE O Heart, that rises strong in the morning light, And laughing, fresh-eyed greets the new, blue day With joy as keen and bright as gleam of steel That flashing strikes the wondering delighted eyes of meg And Heart, that lonely through the long, dark night Now, as clouds far-blown by the keen, clean wind, Art free, and happy o'er such glorious nothings, From night and dark and doubt arise?-Here's Dawn! MARIE BERGER, '32 76

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.fo ,..4-,...- politely though a little timidly, for she was not used to addressing such small ladies. Did you see a little wizened old man, who calls himself a fairy, around here somewhere? But the hollyhocks only swayed to and fro, looking very wise but saying nothing. Maybe I didn't ask in the right way, thought Patsy Anne, but I don't know any other so I'll wait and see what happens tomorrow night. All that day, all that night, and all the next day Patsy Anne tried to decide if the queer fairy would really come. On the night on which he had promised she leaned out of the window to watch the moonlight as it slowly-oh, so slowly-crept up to the sun dial. At last it reached it, and as if that had been a signal, suddenly on the window sill appeared the little old fairy. Oh, you've come! exclaimed Patsy Anne, scarcely able to believe her eyes. Of course, fairies always keep their promises. But we must hurry for it is not wise to be late to a ball. They don't like to wait. With this the fairy pulled her over the window sill and much to her surprise she was being pulled swiftly through the air. Ik 42 Sk all IF She found herself in a room-and yet it seemed outdoors too! The roof, so far away, was of glass and so were the walls. Light, the blue moonlight, fell all around, the moon and stars were strung up above somewhere, and there were the most graceful of trees and vines, bearing flowers and posies of every kind. In the center of the room was a small mound, all made of moss and forget- me-nots, and in the center of that were two White thrones made of Easter lilies, and in each lily was a lovely fairy. It was all quite the most beautiful thing Patsy Anne had ever seen. One was a fairy man, one a fairy woman, and both were dressed in soft white and gold, and both had on their heads gold crowns, and in each crown shone jewels that were either diamonds or dewdrops. Without thinking what she was doing, Patsy Anne bowed deeply. For though the book had known nothing about fairies, it had known about manners. This seemed to please the little lady and Come nearer, she said. Who are you, please? asked Patsy Anne, trying very hard not to stare. At this, all the fairies seemed aghast. F Why, I'm Titania and this is Oberon. We are the King and Queen of the airiesl Then there really are fairies, exclaimed Patsy Anne, at last convinced. Most assuredly, answered Oberon, very proudly. It is only the people who, are brought up on books who donlt think so. Everyone else knows there are. ' just then the fairy music began again, and a circle of fairies, barefooted, hand in hand, ran out upon a bank of moss and began to dance. Come with me, Patsy Anne. I have something for you, smiled Coralie. With this she took Patsy Anne over to a corner where was piled a stack of what looked like pale blue mist. Reaching out, Coralie picked up some of it and fastened it on Patsy Anne's shoulders. Those are wings, my dear, and with them you can fly just like real fairies. Patsy Anne discovered she really could, and that she, too, was of fairy size. It was wonderful! Never had she felt so light, so happy! just to see if she could she flew almost to the great glass roof. Coralie then took her hand and they went to explore Fairyland. During the next few hours, Patsy Anne saw all the 75

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.,- ,.,T,..- LAND OF ST. PATRICK CAfter the manner of the Odysseyj Soon we drew near the island of Ireland, land of St. Patrick, where the hearty Irish dwell. All around us sparkled deep, green waters. From the distance the isle was shrouded in a deep, early morning fog. Then we watched with eager eyes the fast growth of the island until its shoreline became distinct. Terraced and sloping hills of patch-work-quilt fields rambled over the countryside. On one site was a decayed castle, once a strong fortress. Upon the proud boat all was confusion. Interested tourists hung over the rail, eagerly scanning the picturesque place, stewards, weighted down with bag- gage, hurried here and there, and those getting off at quaint Queenstown bustled with last minute preparations. Here at this emerald isle, land of the Irish, our boat dropped anchor. The tender, then came forth to our proud boat, bringing with it hearty Irish peddlers, hardened with toil. While the passengers and luggage were being stowed on the deck of the tender, these peddlers sold their wares, shouting in coarse, peasant voices. When all was in preparation aboard the tender, they hurried back. Our proud boat set sail while we stood on deck, watching the shores fast disappearing into the dusk until finally even the blinking lights had vanished. Thus ended our visit to the emerald isle, land of the Irish. LAURA JANE HANCOCK, ,33 OVERHEARD AT A DOG SHOW PLACE: Dog show. TIME: Morning. CHARACTERS! Mrs. Scottie, Mrs. Wire, Judges. Mrs. Wire- Look at my husband! Oh dear, he has gone to sleep! Oh dear! oh dear! What shall I do? He will never win a prize that way. Mrs. Scottie- Just see my husband-that smart looking Scottish terrier. He has won over ten blue ribbons. Mrs. Wire- How wonderful! Cinders has only one pitiful blue ribbon to his credit, but he is a devoted husband just the same.', Mrs. Scottie- As I have told you many times before, the Scottish terrier is a much smarter dog that the wire haired breed, and this just proves it. Mrs. Wire Cgetting angryl- Cinders can run and jump, but your lazy hus- band Cannot. All he ever does is pose for prizes. Mrs. Scottie fgetting angry alsol- I beg your pardon but my Laddie is not lazy, and he can run and jump as well as your Cinders. Mrs. Wire fas Judges enterj- Pst, Cinders-prick up your ears, my dearf' Mrs. Scottie- I never have to remind my husband of the Correct form. He always does the proper thing. Mrs. Wire- I am so nervous I don't know what to do. See how my paw trembles and feel how hot my nose is. Those Judges hardly looked at Cinders and see how much time they are spending over Laddie. Mrs. Scottie- Naturally they are particular when deciding on a first prize! Judge- The Blue Ribbon is unanimously awarded to Exhibit No. 13, the Wire haired Fox Terrier, Cinders . . . The Red Ribbon goes to Exhibit No. I, the Scottish Terrier, Laddie. Mrs. Scottie Cturning up her little black nosej- Congratulations, Mrs. Wire- and good day! NANCY BASTIEN, Grade VIII 77