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

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bofhered fo look al fhese he would have found Them all fo be aboul' Sam Jaffe. beginning wifh fhe yellowecl worn ones abouf a baby boy found on fhe orphanage sfeps and fhe prizes fhis boy received in high school. fo fhe more recenf ones abouf his campaign for counfy commissioner. As fhe woman sfumbled along she could be heard befween sobs, moaning over and over lo herself - My son, my son. Beffy Balch Why Realize life when you're living: Try fo undersland and feel The fhoughfs of fhose around you, For spirif alone is real. Life is an unanswered quesfion. Which ambifion and youfh defy, A bond befween 'rhe ages- The infinife queslion - Why? Be conscious for a momenf: Be sfill and comprehend Thal if fhe quesfion were answered. We'd lose efernify in man. Emily Hecfor Democracy Each fo his own opinion: The mind is clear and free. A While fhoughfs fly by on highways To greaf and open slcyways, Where all souls hold communion ln blessed liberfy. Mary Louise Klipsfein 98

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Sam pulled himself up from The chair, as he noficed The laTe hour, and puffing his haf on his head, he walked ouT of his office lpaid for by Dave Smifhl. The nexT day while Sam sTill slepf, a poor old woman could be seen walking along The dusfy road info LiberTyville. She carried a frayed carpef bag and was obviously dressed in her besT. which was nof very new. or becoming. Her grimy hands showed signs of hard work: her whole appearance was one of servifude and lifelong Toil. She made her way info The Town audiforium. where Mr. Samuel Jaffe was To speak, and shuffled up To a seaf in The fronT row. AlThough iT was Two hours before The address was scheduled To begin. she saT conTenTedly wiTh a pleased smile on her humble face and her old carpeT bag clasped TighTly in her hand. When The club members began To arrive They were slighfly nonplussed To see her siTTing There in The seaTs reserved for The welcoming commiffee and more imporTanT members. buf she looked so piTiful and eager. Thar They leT her sfay in her prominenT seaf. Mr. Jaffe spoke well in his Thrilling. sincere voice. His handsome face and sfraighfforward manner won greaf applause from his enamoured audience. They didn'T lisTen much To his words, buT were more inTeresTed in him. Then as Sam was Taking his final bows. wiTh The newspaper phofographers, senT by Dave SmiTh, working from every angle. The old woman wiTh a beafific smile on her face. clufching her carpef bag. sfumbled up onTo The plaTform. She Took his hand in boTh of her coarse. worn. ones. looked inTo his shifTy eyes and said in a cracked voice. My boy. l know you will be a perfecT commissioner. Sam, asfounded and embarrassed, rudely jerked away from The cheap old woman. and wiTh a curT nod he walked down To The waifing commiTTee, buf noT before numerous picTures had been Taken of The incidenT. The woman wiTh a hurT look in her doglike eyes hobbled down The sTeps and ouT of The audiTorium unnoficed by The ladies who all clusTered around Sam Jaffe congrafulafing him. The nexf day Dave Smifh sfrode info Sam's office brandishing a newspaper before The eyes of his underling. Sam. look aT This picTure! Such publicifyl You sure are a genius for doing The righf Thing. This pracfically cinches you To win The elecfion. Look aT The adorafion on ThaT woman's face. How much did you pay her for posing wiTh you? LeT me know and l will reimburse you. The whole Town is Talking abouT This, and ThaT's exacTly whaT you need. l guess you're preTTy smarT affer all. Sam looked af The picTure in quesTion and said. WhaT did l pay her? Why noThing. ThaT was iusT some fool woman aT The LiberTyville audiforium ThaT goT sorT of carried away by my high ideals. She musT have ThoughT I was preTTy good. DisgusTing old hag. isn'T she. BUT iT's a real good picTure of me don'T you Think? He smiled in self saTisfacTion. basking in his boss's approving glance. On a lonely road abouT Ten miles from LiberTyville. an old woman Trudged along wiTh Tears running down her face. Every few sfeps she would reach inTo an old carpef bag ThaT she had carried wiTh her and pull ouT newspaper clippings. She would glance aT each for a momenf and Then drop iT onTo The road. IT anyone had 97

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The Cuckoo Clock IN The hearT of The Black Region of Germany lived a quainf old man and his grand- son Karl. Herr Schneiderlink, for so he was called by The simple foresf folk, was a clock maker by craff and a beffer one could noT be found for miles around. His specialfy was cuckoo clocks and every one said Thaf a house wiThouT a Schneiderlink clock was like a bird wiThouT wings. So skillfully were his clocks made Thaf They never seemed To gef ouT of order. Every year aT Dusseldorf, The nearesf village, a greaT fair was held aT EasTer Time. Every one who was able To go was There, and for a week The village Throbbed To The noise of The overcrowded bazaars and shops. The crowning evenT of The fair was The Cuckoo clock conTesT, The winner of which received Two Thousand marks, and his clock was given The honor of being placed in The duke's library. OT course, every clock maker was anxious To have his clock win, and each spenf a greaf deal of Time Trying To make his The besf. Herr Schneiderlink had been working on his for almosf Three years because The design was so complex, and he had noT enfered The conTesT for Two years, To gave money and concenTraTe everyfhing on This one clock. This clock was his prize. He seemed To have carved his very soul info iT, Every liTTle scroll and decorafion radiaTed The love and skill of a masfer craffsman in his work. The clock carved ouT of dark wood was abouf Two feeT high and nearly as wide. On The Top There was a gablelike proiecTion ThaT was carved in an inTricaTe design of leaves and berries and pine cones, all inTerwoven. AT The firsf quarfer sfroke a cuckoo peeped ouf from The lower righf hand corner and cooed cheerily ancl on The half hour one appeared in each corner which seemed To carry on a bird con- versafion. so realisfic were Their voices. On The Three quarfer sTroke a Third cuckoo poked his head ouT from The carving on Top To add his song To The ofhers. AT every hour he appeared alone, This Time all of him on a liTTle carved branch and fluffered his wings. BuT grander by far Than all This was whaT happened following The cuckoo's appearance aT Twelve o'clock. Suddenly Two concealed panels above4The face flew open, revealing a revolving plafform ThaT slid ouT bearing carved figures represenfing ST. Nicholas and his sleigh and reindeers driving around. Accompanying This from The inside of The clock came The sound of a music box playing STille NachT. BUT I musf noT forgeT To describe The face of This remarkable clock. IT was square, wiTh The numbers and rim of inlaid mofher-of-pearl. The Two hands were silver arrows and all around The face was The mosf beaufiful carving. The pendulum was a long Thin piece of wood wifh an oak leaf ThaT slid up and down To regulaTe The speed, and The four weighfs were carved wooden pine cones filled wifh lead. ln facf. nofhing could have been more complefe and yeT delicafe in spiTe of ifs size. One evening a few weeks before The fesfival Herr Schneiderlink was puTTing a few finishing Touches on his masTerpiece in The old shed where he kepf iT hidden. Here he smoofhed a leaf and There rounded a Tiny berry Thaf was noT perfecf. JusT as he was confemplafing his work of arT he heard Karl banging on The door. 99