Scranton Central HS June 1955 Yearbook (Scranton, PA) - Guest Access

RED Bmbara Mill< r, '56 H e was cau ght in a magnificent symphony of ound a nd color. He blink d violently and tri d to hi ld hi ye. from th blinding, r lentie.. un that cam' treamin through the hadele~. window. It wa. a hot day in ugu. t, and th world wa. flood d '"ith color. Hundred of difT rent color , in ewry iz . tone and .hap . Y , it was like a weird. wild . ymphony a nightmare of :ymm trical hap and bright olor.. There were red. huge glowing dot: of red. Red like Marcia, Marcia in a still. luminou . liquid ball. nd th r were oval.. howr ing about th red, ir ling and prote ting. Mrs. Huck.·ley was an 0\ al, p •rfect and prim and lac y, ah\ays warning, al– way pr •di ting, with her smelling alt.. mann rs, and almo t \ulturc- like wat hfulnes.. perf ct }a,·ender oval with a center of black. radio ' ailed loudly ft om ome– whcr . om " razy" drummer poured out hi heart to the accompa– niment of a hot jazz band. reat da h of orang fill d the s ene. ay car fr<' da he like Pete, full of fun, lau~ht r and dare , x itement, laughter, dare - that JU E 1955 Drawn by Dan Banks, '55 Cut by Carlos Dorsey '55 wa the effect P te had on him. lie laughed. Th . ight of the orange mad hi h art b at fa ter. Th pounding of the drum gr w loud r and loud 1. tomi streak of yellow zagged aero. · the orange, making it flam– boyant and viol nt almo t unbear– ably ga . Gay like th jazz music, . parkling like champagn . Hi heart b at quickly to mat h the pounding of the drum ; hi: breathing wa. hort and heavy. Fluor·c cent . tab of chartr u e blazed b fore his ye. th glitt r– ing, razzle-dazzle of partie , the gang, th boy at th' fraternity house. Then. the blaring of the trumpet and th mad, gay, blinding .ymphony of olm, dots. ovals and da. h .. urrounding him. The trumpet became a mournful ,..·ail, .ad, almo. t h art breaking. Th world \\a. bright pink. lowly fading into a oft. misty pink like Mar ia, oft and g ntle. Hi moth r wa pink kind under tanding and omfor ting. Funny h hadn't thought of hi mother in that light ince h wa a mall boy. H u . d to nm t h r with ut ling 'r and brui. ed kn h had a magi al power of healing in h r loving ki and oothing word . Marcia \\a. lik hi. moth r. Th mournful not . of th trump t ro e plaintiv ·ly and linger d in the air. Flaming, blood-r d almo. t chok d him a it explod d with atomi for , blotting out all I . Th fi r e. bl d-curdling exciting r d of a pe •dom t r made hi t mpl . throb a the drum a . wned a steady ticking motion and th trump t screech d 'iolently. Th r ·d of a ra. h, of a p dometer, of Marcia. La\endcr, yellow, or·angc, char– tr u. c, pink, red, oval, da:h' , treak , cir I clo ing in n him. H felt his \Cry oul b ing \Henched from his body; h ga p d for breath whil h wa env lop ·d in on agon– izing symphony of . ound and olor. * It wa. a gray, drear morning. The rain dripp d hea,il out ide in monotony and patt red the dirt) window- ill. He op n d hi. <'y . and star d at the c iling. Spring .\1ary Ann Dau .1011, '~6 LO\ cl) living, Beauty giving, Blooming, ighing, Done with dying. Br athing, rushing, oftly blu hincr. olor growing, \ atcr flov.ing Bur ting open, Bond arc br k n. A living thing; t Ia t it' pring! 7