StNicholas [serial] . and fire, they were comforted,and prayed that the day would bring them help. A searching party had been sent out to rescue snow-bound travelers. David noticed them in the distance, andshouted himself hoarse. They came quickly toward they were in the sleigh, and following their a few hours they were in the village, where they wereattended with the best of care. Very often my father tells me how he was lost in thestorm, and I never get tired of hearing it. THE LIFE-SAVERS WORK IN A STORM BY MARY YEULA WESTCOTT (AGE 17) {Honor Member) Bravely they dash t
StNicholas [serial] . and fire, they were comforted,and prayed that the day would bring them help. A searching party had been sent out to rescue snow-bound travelers. David noticed them in the distance, andshouted himself hoarse. They came quickly toward they were in the sleigh, and following their a few hours they were in the village, where they wereattended with the best of care. Very often my father tells me how he was lost in thestorm, and I never get tired of hearing it. THE LIFE-SAVERS WORK IN A STORM BY MARY YEULA WESTCOTT (AGE 17) {Honor Member) Bravely they dash through the blinding gale,By the frothing waves loud roar;Watching for ships which the angry seaShall drive to the rocky shore. A sudden shock on the storm-swept coast—And a bulk looms up in the night —The crews distress, an inverted flag;An answering signal light. A hurry of feet and the surfmen bold,Launch boats in the open deep;Their lives to peril but others to saveFrom an endless watery XXXV.—^ A HEADING. BY MARGARET ARMSTRONG, AGE 15. (SILVER BADGE.) And through the night though the waves run wildAnd laugh in the wildest glee,They launch their boats in the teeth of the blastAnd dare the whitening sea. THE SNOW-STORMS MESSAGE BY ELIZABETH TOOF (AGE 16) {Honor Member) As snowflakes cover the frozen streamsAnd dry, brown leaves of the year that is gone,Oblivion falls on the pages of Time,Effacing the records, one by one. Yet winters frozen hillsides bear Awakened Aprils dewy bowers ; Purposes sown by noble livesBlossom like shining, starry flowers. From silent shrines of Manitou,The bluebirds joyful carols ring,And oer the sleeping poets bloomThe first anemones of spring. LOST IN THE STORM BY JUDITH S. FINCH (AGE 15) It was a cold, piercing fall night, a stiff north wind wasblowing, accompanied by driving rain and sleet. We allsat around a roaring open fire, listening to the howling ofthe wind as we talked and popped corn, and thought howgood it was to hav
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