Virgil Junior High School - Forum Yearbook (Los Angeles, CA)

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f A .BEEKEEPER'S BOY By PAT FAIR, January, 1931 Two centuries ago, on an early summer morning, a boy was lying on the end of a fallen tree that hung out over a stream. He was peering down into its clear undimmed waters, where a huge orange- spotted trout lay hidden. In the boy's eagerness to see more clearly a lock of his thick black hair split the top of the quiet pool, which sent the frightened trout quickly out of sight. With a start he jumped to his feet, sprang into the brook, and waded across to the opposite shore. The delicate slenderness of this tall boy with his black hair gave him a faun-like appearance. The premature wisdom in his gray eyes was difficult to understand, while his mouth showed a keen sense of feeling, acutely alive to impressions. His nose was the only feature characteristicof his Roman forefathers. This youth was Virgil. Destiny was to make him the greatest of Roman poets! VValking along the stream's edge through the birch and poplar trees or spying on the bright-eyed squirrels or resting happily on some fallen log was his never-tiring satisfaction. It was not his father's delight by far to see his son dreaming when he should be helping him, a beekeeper and a busy farmer. So the lad, suddenly remembering he should be home, pruning the olive trees, left his fairy land and started on a run down a lane which led over to the hills and home. As he ran, the cold morning wind tipped his nose and chin with pink, while two crows overhead cawed in derision at him. Soon he came to the cornfield back of his house and then stopped at the well to drink. His mother's voice carried his name across the meadows. Answering, he ran to the arbor where she sat. Virgil, my son, said his mother, smiling, word has come from Rome that the school has accepted you. Andronicus, the potter, i671 ,adam Y Y... ,

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