Walker High School - Pepper Pot Yearbook (Simsbury, CT)

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mf Off , ,M . l Like To Think . . . l like To Think of The world As a liTTle volume on God's bookshelf. Which he Takes down from Time To Time To smile over. The rich and mellow binding ThaT is The ear'l'h Embossed in golden sunlighT, Holds TogeTher The sTrange Tales of Life. As He fingers The Thin pages. Turning The seasons over one by one, l see The picTures ThaT are There. Colors painTed by a rainbow Or an auTumn leaf. Trees doTTing The green hills Like sTraighT, Tall leTTers Spelling age and mighT. Jagged rocks and mounTain peaks Like ancienT hieroglyphics Scrawled by The pen of eTerniTy On The parchmenT oT The sky. And l, l am bul' a drop of ink On one whiTe page, Like a splash oT The salT sea Sprayed againsT The sails of Time, Soon To be bloTTed oul' As He genTly closes His book And wonders aT His work. :sua-.4 is-vwwf' 5 86 T PEPPEB POT RFU'

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f' s.7Gi 'f' W'P5fW: 7'.9i'ff'f'7'fm, 5'n 3 ' A-' QE7fw.q..lse,E,3-4,5 'ra-if . V' A, ., , - W A A A , - She was looking very sad when lasf l saw her, Her eyes had only loneliness To show, She had found +ha+ life could have a bi'r+er meaning, Bu+ l knew 'rhaf she would never lei' me know. Her dress was black and simple for her shopping, Her hair was almosl whi+e insfead of gold, She looked 'lired and broken in 'lhe cify sunshine, . Bur she made my hearl' beal fasfer as of old. l 'rook her hand and asked abou? her Frenchman. We 'ralked awhile, noi saying whal' we meanf, l hurried on, buf knew l'd always love her, And l +hink she lurned +o wafch me as I wenf. I remembered 'I'hen fhe day she leff me, And, fur+her back, +he daisies on her curls. And I, a+ six1'y. suddenly fell older. And wondered a+ 'l'he sfrangeness of 'lhe world. SNS SONNET Lei' noi l'he palienl 'fillers of 'rhe soil Turn envious eyes +oward +he ci1'y crowd, Nor seek +o ease fheir backs from hones+ 'roil. And leave +he 'lields 'rheir anceslors have plowed. Bul' lei lhem planl +heir envy in 'lhe land, And dig +heir furrows deep info +he dus'r, To fill +he ci+y people's hungry hand Wi+h fruifs of a confenied, simpler +rus+. 1 And lei' iheir greed be only for 'rhe sun. Whose smiling gold shall be a beHer wealfh. And may fhey keep 1'heir herifage-'Hs one Which gives +heir simple souls and bodies healfh. Thai' from fheir seed +his weary world may reap A wisdom and a peace lhai' i+ may keep. 85 lallkll '1 VII A iww A Xu 51,13 fr i .. l j .V -,Say 1 J' 5 I, :VL,lf,,,- 1 K K, 4- H - lv -,'- -,if , -. gs fr '.' X s -'nw - .M ..,, ,ll3l. .o 'WWW P

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His HeriTage HE Train rushed shrieking Through The nighT, impervious To The heavy darkness enfolding iT, blindly following The knife-like gleam of iTs headlight The lighTs from The windows shone on The dark ground. making liTTle brighT squares ThaT leaped franTically over rocks and shrubs. The wheels clicked madly over The rails. sounding like a crowd of old women babbling in sharp. dry voices. PeTe saT very sfiff and sTraighT in his seaT, gazing around him. The glaring lighTs of The car shone down on coarse green upholsfery and a dirTy green carpef wiTh a peculiar flower design on iT. The voices of The passengers rose and fell inTermiTTen+ly, mingled occasionally wiTh The shrill laughTer of a woman or The rusTle of a newspaper. To PeTe iT all seemed like a dream, and he felT almosT afraid To TesT The realify of iT for fear he would find himself once more aT home in The hafed aTmosphere of The liTTle Maine Town. The fuTure looked somehow very brighT iusT Then as he visualized New York for The millionTh Time in his life, and once more builT his casfles in The air. The iob of reporTer on The Herald-Tribune seemed Terribly imporTanT, and wiTh char- acTerisTic self-confidence he saw himself working up from There To a posiTion of wealTh and power. He was deeply grafeful To his uncle. whose influence and friendship wiTh The chief execufive had been insTrumenTal in geTTing PeTe his opporTuniTy. ln his en- Thusiasm he almosf forgoT The Tremendous obsTacles facing him and, acufely aware of his youTh and inexperience, he knew ThaT They would hesiTaTe before acknowledging any abiliTy he mighT have. Sharply The memory of his faTher's failure once more re- Turned To him, sTinging him wiTh iTs TruTh and ineviTableness. Somehow, his fafher had losT his courage and deTerminaTion, had given up sTruggling To make somefhing of him- self. and gone back To The dreary buT easy exisfence in SouTh Berwick. where PeTe had been born. Some of The people PeTe knew There warned him ThaT he was TempTing faTe To Take a iob on The same paper ThaT his faTher had worked on so unsuccessfully for eleven long years. BuT he had laughed aT Them for he felT infiniTely superior To Them. He had haTed Them for Their laziness. Their lack of iniTiaTive and willingness To be conTenT wiTh Their loT. Fafe, They said wiTh complacenf solemniTy, ruled men's lives, and There was no escape or release. They felT sure ThaT The desTiny of The fafher would be passed on To The son, and ThaT PeTe was never To see The fulHllmenT of his dreams. PeTe despised Their hypocriTical philosophy, for he felT ThaT They were simply making excuses for Their own failures. The Thoughf of his faTher once more refurned To him, and his cynicism vanished. leaving him wiTh a feeling of Tenderness and sympafhy. The old man sTill wroTe arTicles and sTories. and hopefully senT Them in To various newspapers and magazines. buT They were somehow never accepfed. His one inTeresT in life was PeTe, and as Time wenT on his love for his son became The only Thing ThaT made him wanT To live. He wanTed To see his son accomplish whaT he had noT, and he Tried To give The boy The sTrengTh of characTer necessary for The slow building of a successful life. and which he felT ThaT he himself so uTTerly lacked. PeTe had TaciTly undersfood and vowed To prove himself worThy of his faTher's TrusT. 87 1- ':rf.-'-wwf-1 si 'fnfawezrffwvgaw 'ww .,a,,, -. ?-HN4 TWT H A, iii fir -