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

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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

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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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,fp ...1 '7 ' THE NIGHT The stars are silver, The moon is low, The world is lighted By its glow- As a lantern hung from The Door of the Sky To light the Pilgrim Passing by- And its rays are found In the birdling's nest, They have lulled a sleeping child to rest. And a comet shall Hame As it whirls fiercely by The moon all aglow in a cloud-drifted sky. SHIRLEY LOGAN, Grade VIII THE WATERLILY White on the black of waters, Pale as the lone white star, Splattered and splashed with the pale red-gold, As the sun that is rising afar. Softly the pine trees are sighing, Their shadows are long and deep, They nod, as the waterlily Is wakened from out her sleep. The dew that lies on her chalice Shines with a lustre bright- Perhaps a dying reminder Of the moon, the stars, and the night. For the stars are as pearls for their beauty And the water lilies that lie V VVhite on the black of the water Are stars dropped from out of the sky. SHIRLEY LOGAN, Grade VIII vs