Versailles High School - Portal Yearbook (Versailles, OH)

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PAGE TWENTY-SEVEN My Ship of Dreams Out in the sparkling sunlight’s gleam There sailed a vessel fair, Safe in it's hold niv childhood dream Was stored with zealous care. Hilt in the sky a darkened cloud Came quickly o’er the sea, And in ils ever-thiek'ning shroud, The ship was lost to me. Out in (lie sparkling sunlight’s gleam Another vessel fair, Held in it’s hold my boyhood dreams, A precious jewel rare. .Many a da I scanned the Main And searched the wide, blue sea. Hut every day I looked iu vain— It came not back to me. Out in the sparkling sunlight’s gleam The ship “Reality” Holding secure my manhood dream, Slipped quietly to sea. Day after day I breathe a,prayer And hope it soon will lie That some glad day this ship will bear My dreams fulfilled to me. A crescent moon unsheathed in clouds Rode high in a field of blue, In a silvery sheen it bathed the earth Made dance the glistening dew. 1 gazed on it with admiring eyes, When lo! 1 saw it smile! It winked at me and I heard a voice Say, May I talk with voir-a .while?” • 1! -V'. Awe struck I could not answer. i Amuck my thoughts then ran But, with a confident smile, it said, “Fear not I’m just a man.” The man in the moon, I delighted thougl “And can you talk?” I said, “Oh yes, as 1 told you, I’m but a man. And he gravely shook his head. Carl TT. Koeker, Jr. A Talk With Moon J 1 V‘.:

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PAGE TWENTY-SIX they’ve buried him in Stillwater.” “What had we better do, call the police,” asked Mary. “I don't know, 1 believe I’ll do a little private detective work myself. Hut I must go home and get something to eat, I haven’t had any supper.” You didn’t have any supper? Come on, I’ll get you something to eat,” she said as she started toward the kitchen “But my clothes,” protested Gene following her. Her find in the kitchen proved to be sandwiches, butterscotch pie, salad, etc. When he had finished they became serious again. “This ought to appeal to a real detective,” said Gene, “Disappearance! Mysterious burial! Mystery solved by high school students! I don't want you to tell anyone else, but we’ll solve this mystery ourselves.” They talked on, but did not arrive to any definite conclusions. Their talk turned ro school work and daily happenings. “Gee, I’m sorry 1 kept you from going to the show tonight, but I forgot all about it,” said Gene as he was leaving. Mary laughed, “A fig for a movie, I forgot all about it too, I’d rather work on detective cases.” Professor tjollins had promised to give a lecture on metals the next day, for the benefit of the chemistry class, but failed to appear at the appointed time. Mary and Gene exchanged knowing glances until a jealous classmate told her to stop looking at Gene Mooreland. The students were having a hilarious time; all except Mary and Gene, who were positive that the Professor would not appear. Gene was sitting with an open notebook before him and writing swiftly when the door opened and in walked Professor Collins! “For the lovamud,” ejaculated Gene, and lie stared at the gentleman as though he were an apparition. Th professor, however, was as dignified as usual, and rapped sharply on the desk and said, “As soon as you come to order, I will offer an explanation for my absence .yesterday.” The whispering and laughter stopped, so the teacher continued, “Those of you who are testing the action of water on certain metals will be interested to learn of an experiment which is being performed. The preparation of the material is very simple and it will be used extensively in the manufacture of metal coffins, which means—” That a fellow can be buried a hundred years in the Bed Sea and then get up and read his name on the name plate,” spoke up Welcome Burns. “Practically the same thing,” replied Mr. Collins, smiling, “Yesterday some other chemists and myself placed a wooden coffin in Stillwater. The action of the water on the wood will be carefully noted and when the metal coffin is completed we will test the action of water on it, and we are sure that we will be successful.” A volley of applause met this statement. “And now,” he said. “You may take the rest of the period for laboratory work.” As Gene passed Mary's desk he said. “Aw, a fellow never has a chance to do anything around here on detective work.” “Never mind.” replied Mary cheerfully, “We’ll have better lin k next time. Dessa Hill, ’2T.

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PAGE TWENTY-EIGHT “Tonight I felt lonesome here And 1 thought you wouldn’t mind To talk with me for a little while Won’t you really be so kind?” “Oh! Mr. Moon,” I cried with joy “Will you tell me of the sights you see?” “With pleasure I’ll tell you all 1 can, “So friend now list’ to me.” “I see the birds within their nests, 1 hear their last good night, And o’er the sleepy friends of man I shed my silvery light” “The flowerets with their petals closed Nod gently to and fro And from each dainty little flower A fairy comes—I know.” “They join their hands in sprighly dance, They greet me with a shout, ‘Come brother, come let us rejoice, Our friend, the Moon, is out’.” “1 see the children in their beds And there my light doth keep A silent, gleaming, wistful watch O’er the dear ones while they sleep.” “Well,” said the Moon, “I now must go Night’s course is nearly run.” “Oh! can’t you stay,” 1 cried to him Too late, for he was gone. 1 sat upright. I rubbed my eyes. The sun in my window streamed “Where is the Moon?” I asked, and then I knew I had but dreamed. Junietta Brown, ’22.