Scranton Central HS December 1956 Yearbook (Scranton, PA) - Full Access

timing wa off. It wa like that all train of th violin until early m through the piece. the morning. The pain of failure hit her in wa es a he left the stage. She wa vaguely aware of a babble of voic , a sea of face and the announcer's bru qu voice introducing th next performer. Blindy, she threw th violin into its ase and ran out of the chool. That night she couldn't lcep. h would have to play for the concert tomorrow night and he didn't sec how she would do it. Then, something said to her, "Go downstair and play the violin." 'But it' two o'clock in the morn– ing" he argued with the voice. "Play the violin " the voice whisp red back "Play the violin." hiding herself, he ot out of bed and crept down the tair . She tood looking for a moment at the violin that had brought her such bitter di appointment. Th n he took it out of its case. A thousand melodic , lively leaping, entrancing, ad , and low . aturated her mind. Hypnotized, she reach d for th • bow. The minute she had picked it up, something electric leaped into her blood, filling with a new confi– denc , a new power, that sh had n ver known he could have. he began to play. Upstair, her mother, th n her father awoke. They tiptoed down– stair , wondering why their child was playing th violin in the middl of th night. Th n they aw Luella. he hadn't even heard them. She had for~otten the time. She was obliviou of all except the violin and mu ic she wa playing. Not wanting to int rrupt her and ntranced by the mu ic, her parents sat li tening to the magic 12 The second night of the concert. Luella heard the same announcer, the on she had so dr ad d the night before, introduce her. he . milcd as she stepped on th1· stage. Ther was a poi c a di~nity, a self-a suran e about h r that the audience admired. They waited ex– pectantly. Luella thought, a he lifted the bow "This is my life, to make the violin ing. Thi i where I belong." The next in tant the violin was lilting a quick gay m lody. Ann Lambert". '57 Miscalculation Margaret I<ni.f!,ht '58 day i. twenty-four hour. long, But my addition mu t be wrong. For homework clubs and extra stuff I find my time is not enough. When I add up what I'm to do My hour hould number eventy- two. A Small Favor Audrey Covey, '57 Whm th day grow into darkn ss, And most children arc in b d, There rise from a pillow tiny, ~olden head. What is it disturbs this child A noi e, a dream a sn cze? No it's ju t a little favor A glass of water plea.c! T empest Marianna Bi!!,lan '59 I lo\'C to \\atch the fury of a torm, To it in . hclt r d cove beside a lake nd sec the wind blow huge. fi r c waves upon th water, And watch the spray di gui c the houses on the other sid . To hear the wind moan mournfully through the pine . nd ~e them bend and sway m se ming agony. I love to wander out and feel th piercing rain upon my fa , And have the wind play havo with my hair Then look and . cc the sky with great, dark, angry cloud , v hich oon the wind will blow away To how the . hining sun a copp r hield on a peaceful lake. I love to watch the fury of a torm And the glory of Nature' rna ter– picce. IMPRE ION