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SMETHFIELD HIGH TIMES FROM ENGLISH IV Evening in Our Toian In the autumn the brisk air begins to wake up our tom from the listless- ness of the summer heat* At evening the townsfolk begin burning the leaves which have accumulated9 and their smoke mingles with the pungent smell of the ^trees9 resplendent clouds of green, gold, and yellow. The sky deepens from the washed out blue of August to the crisp blue of October, and the sunsets over the rooftops^take on added brilliance. The youngest walk or ride their bicycles down streets upon which the shadows deepen earlier each day. As the first stars begin to show through the sun-edged clouds, the dogs begin to break the silence with faraway, soft, but punctuated barks that remind one of a rock thrown into a deep, still lake, W^ith the coming of the winter, fewer people are seen on the streets, and these few look like big furry specks moving slowly, trailing fog. The evenings arc even stiller in winter than in autum, because the insects have long since gone into hiding and no longer stir the air with their songs. The lights of each window down the street pop on one at a time—now here, now there— as the people inside their houses settle down to their meals. Occasionally a young mother will run out, bundled up in heavy winter clothes, to gather in her wash before the night air dampens it. However, few are the faces seen out on a winter evening in our town. Spring evenings perhaps are the prettiest. The trees are just^hazy with green, pink, and white. Everything about evening is fot and tender, but yet is young and alive. People are seen walking again, and many are on their knees digging in their flower beds. Backboards of outside baskedball goals ring out with their story of a shor or a miss. The tennis courts at the scout hut begin to look inviting to more people5 and often the shadwwH of the trees stretch to cover the court while the players are still searching for lost balls. Soon the street lights flick on to help, and'•the players walk home in the dusk. As the ovgnings grow warmer, the mosquitoes go on rampages and swarm around backyard grills.' Summer evenings are’gold and grey, with a splash of new mown green. The air is velvet and moist almost to oppressiveness. The sounds are of mothers calling their children from play, lawnmowers buzzing, dogs barking, and doors slamming. As night begins to creep up on laggard feet, cool starlight following on its heels blends to make a most pleasurable event of sight, smell, touch, and sound. Evenings can be boautifial anywhere, if you only know what to see. You don°t even have to look for it—it®s already there for you to enjoy if you open your eyes, your ears, and breathe deeply, Janet Montgomery In-Class Theme FAVORITE EXPRESSIONS Elaine Murphy - ”That®s tuff”, Mike Sellers - ”Sorry about that, chief” Deidre Wood - ”Would you believe?” Deo Wellons —'*Good to mei” Winnie Simmons - ”Dudo” John Dail - ”Ohi Mrs, Poele” Edith Whitley - ”Shelley, help me with my algebra” Kay Carroll - ”I®m beholding to you, thank you” Debbie Mason - ”I was joking” Mr, Floyd - ”0,K., Cesspools, quiet ' downI” Don Westbrook - ”I®11 drink to that” Steve Stephenson - ”What U” Becky Wright - ”As soon as I graduate..” Terry Knott - ”Are you kidding?” Beryl Wells - ”I canH do that, [Mrs. Barbour” Janet Sellers - ”0i Thaf's just a figmen"^ Bill Hines - ”0h, heck,” Joan Shallcross- ”GeeJ Those are the best annuals we ever have had I” Patsy Sanders - ”I don't know'’ Stephen Woodard - ”What's your problem” Meg Andreaus - ”No-e-e-e-e-e”
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