Waterloo High School - Rosebud Yearbook (Waterloo, IN)

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90S000O9O0006CCOCCCO0O9000CG00CCCO0O90Q00O0CCCO90S00000O9COO0CCO00O0G00CO9 9O96i00000CO00GSO00O AN ANNALISTIC VISION As the sun rose and cast its first rays over a little stream of rip pling water, a pretty picture appeared on one tiny ripple and was carried along to the next one as if each of the sun’s rays had a mystic power within itself to wield the pallet and brush as would an artist. And an artist’s work it was! At first the meaning concealed in this conglomeration of color was hardly detectable, but upon closer observation the ripples seemed to take on a predominant greenish hue and thirty-six tiny faces, timid yet glow¬ ing with newness and eagerness, seemed to play about in a very unfa¬ miliar manner. Somehow, though, there seemed to be a great attractive¬ ness in this little bit of nature’s artistry that invited me to linger and see what became of it. Soon the greenish hue gradually became subdued, the still apparent faces began to lose their timidity and acquire a look of self-assurance. Some of the faces had wandered off and were lost from the group. Only twenty-seven were now visible but they clung together, and were fairly bubbling with activity. The day had, in the meantime, sped on to high- noon ; the ripples had long left the little brooklet and were traveling down a wider stream, the current becoming swifter every minute of their progress. Still fascination and growing wonder bade me follow to see whither it would all end. The number of faces still remained the same, though some had dis¬ appeared and new ones replenished them, but now they were still more compact in order to brave the current. The faces had grown more serious, yet a certain amount of eager expectancy was still visible. Perhaps the imaginary faces were wondering as was I, what it all meant and where it would lead but they seemed so determined to progress, in order to find out, that with great effort they predominated the disturbances which they encountered and managed to cling together. This added effort seemed to reap reward as the sun’s golden rays began to peep again from a here¬ tofore clouded sky and mingle with the blue of the water. But this was only momentary. The great stream widened until it emptied into a large sea. The water was turbulent, the sun was again hidden and there was only a constant roaring of the huge gray breakers. My heart sank within me. Had this picture been lost to me forever? Ah, no! There was the same compact group, which I had been following, tossing about on a distant wave. I ran rapidly along the shore line endeavoring not to lose sight of it again. I could not distinguish the faces as plainly as before though I noticed that only twenty-three were left in the group. Their brows were clouded but that could not hide the look of determination behind them. They were dashed against rocks but clung still tighter to one another and survived all excepting one who lost his bearing when dashed against the Rock of Matrimony and was lost to the group forever. The twenty-two remaining in the little nucleus were bearing up so nobly, surely some reward would be due them; and so it was, for at that moment the sun burst forth, the wild waves suddenly grew calm and all nature was at the feet of the triumphant group. Each face bore the gaze of a con- querer and their noble exultation was interspersed with the reflection of the Blue and Gold of the heavens and of the setting sun. —Geraldine Norton, ’26, Class Historian. c) AiOCOC 900009909000600S006«!C0009S00908000SOO» Page 21 SOOOOOOSOCi 5 - 0 SOOO9OOOSOOOSCOOSOSOOOSOOCOOCCO9eSCO96OO6QOSOOO6OOOSOSCQCCCOOOO8CCQOOOOQCOGCCOOSCOO6OO6CCCO9OOO66O