{"id":9629,"date":"2014-04-25T18:53:33","date_gmt":"2014-04-25T22:53:33","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/getitright.pmss.net\/?page_id=9629"},"modified":"2021-05-20T18:56:21","modified_gmt":"2021-05-20T22:56:21","slug":"1944-conifer","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?page_id=9629","title":{"rendered":"CONIFER &#8211; 1944"},"content":{"rendered":"<h5>Pine Mountain Settlement School<br \/>\nPMSS Publications (Published by the School)<br \/>\nConifer &#8211; 1944<\/h5>\n<h2>CONIFER \u00a0&#8211; 1944<br \/>\nMay Supplement<\/h2>\n<hr \/>\n<p><strong>TAGS:\u00a0<\/strong>Conifer, creative writing, Pine Mountain Settlement School students, PMSS student publications, PMSS student activities<\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<p><strong>CONTENTS: Conifer &#8211; 1944<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Conifer ; creative writing ; settlement schools ; students ; <a href=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?page_id=4427\">The Pine Cone<\/a> ; pioneers ; Civil War ; <a href=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?page_id=6890\">Sal Dixon Creech <\/a>; <a href=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?page_id=2005\">William Creech<\/a> ; <a href=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?page_id=424\">Katherine Pettit<\/a> ; <a href=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?page_id=1696\">Ethel de Long<\/a>\u00a0; John Beaten ; Co-op store ; Community Groupers ; Community Day ; Mountain Day ; Putney Tower ; <a href=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?page_id=6330\">Laurel House<\/a> ; <a href=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?page_id=90068\">Thanksgiving Ball<\/a> ; <a href=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?page_id=17644\">Christmas<\/a> ; Open House Day ; <a href=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?page_id=17821\">Nativity Play<\/a> ; New Year&#8217;s Party ; Valentine Book Party ; War Bond drives ; Stamp drives ; Victory Ball ; WWII ; May Day ; Senior Play ; Achievement tests ; Field Day ; Betty Burkhart ; Audrey Boggs ; <a href=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?page_id=33472\">John H. Deaton<\/a> ; paint crews ; <a href=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?page_id=41202\">Mr. [Glenn] LaRue<\/a> ; <a href=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?page_id=89891\">William Tye<\/a> ; George William ; sports ; <a href=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?page_id=1303\">swimming pool<\/a>\u00a0; Field Day ; Nancy Miniard ; <a href=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?page_id=33301\">Jim Bishop<\/a> ; plays ; <a href=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?page_id=36317\">Patsy Hall<\/a> ; Ray Cox ; <a href=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?page_id=4573\">Infirmary<\/a> ; Home Economics ; woodworking ; history ; nature studies ; chemistry ; literature ; ballads ; <a href=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?page_id=15354\">dancing<\/a> ; Sword Dancing ; Morris Dancing ; filming ; community service ; Citizenship Committee ; playgrounds ; Halloween ; orchestras ; <a href=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?page_id=17878\">minuet<\/a> ; <a href=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?page_id=17772\">Mummer&#8217;s plays<\/a> ; War Loan Drive ; patriotism ; Aunt Sal&#8217;s Day ; scout trips ; Line Fork Wood ; <a href=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?page_id=262\">Big Log<\/a> ; <a href=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?page_id=469\">School House<\/a> ;<a href=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?page_id=5695\"> industrial buildings<\/a> ; <a href=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?page_id=6330\">Laurel House<\/a> ;\u00a0<a href=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?page_id=485\">chapel<\/a> ; vesper hours ; <a href=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?page_id=4723\">Thanksgiving<\/a> ; Easter ; soldiers ;<\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<h3>GALLERY: Conifer 1944, May Supplement<\/h3>\n\n\t\t<style>\n\t\t\t#gallery-1 {\n\t\t\t\tmargin: auto;\n\t\t\t}\n\t\t\t#gallery-1 .gallery-item {\n\t\t\t\tfloat: left;\n\t\t\t\tmargin-top: 10px;\n\t\t\t\ttext-align: center;\n\t\t\t\twidth: 33%;\n\t\t\t}\n\t\t\t#gallery-1 img {\n\t\t\t\tborder: 2px solid #cfcfcf;\n\t\t\t}\n\t\t\t#gallery-1 .gallery-caption {\n\t\t\t\tmargin-left: 0;\n\t\t\t}\n\t\t\t\/* see gallery_shortcode() in wp-includes\/media.php *\/\n\t\t<\/style>\n\t\t<div id='gallery-1' class='gallery galleryid-9629 gallery-columns-3 gallery-size-thumbnail'><dl class='gallery-item'>\n\t\t\t<dt class='gallery-icon portrait'>\n\t\t\t\t<a href='http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?attachment_id=9663'><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" src=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/04\/conifer_1944_cover-150x150.jpg\" class=\"attachment-thumbnail size-thumbnail\" alt=\"\" aria-describedby=\"gallery-1-9663\" \/><\/a>\n\t\t\t<\/dt>\n\t\t\t\t<dd class='wp-caption-text gallery-caption' id='gallery-1-9663'>\n\t\t\t\tConifer 1944 &#8211; Cover\n\t\t\t\t<\/dd><\/dl><dl class='gallery-item'>\n\t\t\t<dt class='gallery-icon portrait'>\n\t\t\t\t<a href='http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?attachment_id=9630'><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" src=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/04\/conifer_1944_001-150x150.jpg\" class=\"attachment-thumbnail size-thumbnail\" alt=\"\" aria-describedby=\"gallery-1-9630\" \/><\/a>\n\t\t\t<\/dt>\n\t\t\t\t<dd class='wp-caption-text gallery-caption' id='gallery-1-9630'>\n\t\t\t\tConifer 1944 &#8211; Page 1\n\t\t\t\t<\/dd><\/dl><dl class='gallery-item'>\n\t\t\t<dt class='gallery-icon portrait'>\n\t\t\t\t<a href='http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?attachment_id=9631'><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" src=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/04\/conifer_1944_003-150x150.jpg\" class=\"attachment-thumbnail size-thumbnail\" alt=\"\" aria-describedby=\"gallery-1-9631\" \/><\/a>\n\t\t\t<\/dt>\n\t\t\t\t<dd class='wp-caption-text gallery-caption' id='gallery-1-9631'>\n\t\t\t\tConifer 1944 &#8211; Page 3\n\t\t\t\t<\/dd><\/dl><br style=\"clear: both\" \/><dl class='gallery-item'>\n\t\t\t<dt class='gallery-icon portrait'>\n\t\t\t\t<a href='http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?attachment_id=9632'><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" src=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/04\/conifer_1944_004-150x150.jpg\" class=\"attachment-thumbnail size-thumbnail\" alt=\"\" aria-describedby=\"gallery-1-9632\" \/><\/a>\n\t\t\t<\/dt>\n\t\t\t\t<dd class='wp-caption-text gallery-caption' id='gallery-1-9632'>\n\t\t\t\tConifer 1944 &#8211; Page 4\n\t\t\t\t<\/dd><\/dl><dl class='gallery-item'>\n\t\t\t<dt class='gallery-icon portrait'>\n\t\t\t\t<a href='http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?attachment_id=9633'><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" src=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/04\/conifer_1944_005-150x150.jpg\" class=\"attachment-thumbnail size-thumbnail\" alt=\"\" aria-describedby=\"gallery-1-9633\" \/><\/a>\n\t\t\t<\/dt>\n\t\t\t\t<dd class='wp-caption-text gallery-caption' id='gallery-1-9633'>\n\t\t\t\tConifer 1944 &#8211; Page 5\n\t\t\t\t<\/dd><\/dl><dl class='gallery-item'>\n\t\t\t<dt class='gallery-icon portrait'>\n\t\t\t\t<a href='http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?attachment_id=9634'><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" src=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/04\/conifer_1944_006-150x150.jpg\" class=\"attachment-thumbnail size-thumbnail\" alt=\"\" aria-describedby=\"gallery-1-9634\" \/><\/a>\n\t\t\t<\/dt>\n\t\t\t\t<dd class='wp-caption-text gallery-caption' id='gallery-1-9634'>\n\t\t\t\tConifer 1944 &#8211; Page 6\n\t\t\t\t<\/dd><\/dl><br style=\"clear: both\" \/><dl class='gallery-item'>\n\t\t\t<dt class='gallery-icon portrait'>\n\t\t\t\t<a href='http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?attachment_id=9635'><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" src=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/04\/conifer_1944_007-150x150.jpg\" class=\"attachment-thumbnail size-thumbnail\" alt=\"\" aria-describedby=\"gallery-1-9635\" \/><\/a>\n\t\t\t<\/dt>\n\t\t\t\t<dd class='wp-caption-text gallery-caption' id='gallery-1-9635'>\n\t\t\t\tConifer 1944 &#8211; Page 7\n\t\t\t\t<\/dd><\/dl><dl class='gallery-item'>\n\t\t\t<dt class='gallery-icon portrait'>\n\t\t\t\t<a href='http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?attachment_id=9636'><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" src=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/04\/conifer_1944_008-150x150.jpg\" class=\"attachment-thumbnail size-thumbnail\" alt=\"\" aria-describedby=\"gallery-1-9636\" \/><\/a>\n\t\t\t<\/dt>\n\t\t\t\t<dd class='wp-caption-text gallery-caption' id='gallery-1-9636'>\n\t\t\t\tConifer 1944 &#8211; Page 8\n\t\t\t\t<\/dd><\/dl><dl class='gallery-item'>\n\t\t\t<dt class='gallery-icon portrait'>\n\t\t\t\t<a href='http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?attachment_id=9637'><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" src=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/04\/conifer_1944_009-150x150.jpg\" class=\"attachment-thumbnail size-thumbnail\" alt=\"\" aria-describedby=\"gallery-1-9637\" \/><\/a>\n\t\t\t<\/dt>\n\t\t\t\t<dd class='wp-caption-text gallery-caption' id='gallery-1-9637'>\n\t\t\t\tConifer 1944 &#8211; Page 9\n\t\t\t\t<\/dd><\/dl><br style=\"clear: both\" \/><dl class='gallery-item'>\n\t\t\t<dt class='gallery-icon portrait'>\n\t\t\t\t<a href='http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?attachment_id=9638'><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" src=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/04\/conifer_1944_010-150x150.jpg\" class=\"attachment-thumbnail size-thumbnail\" alt=\"\" aria-describedby=\"gallery-1-9638\" \/><\/a>\n\t\t\t<\/dt>\n\t\t\t\t<dd class='wp-caption-text gallery-caption' id='gallery-1-9638'>\n\t\t\t\tConifer 1944 &#8211; Page 10\n\t\t\t\t<\/dd><\/dl><dl class='gallery-item'>\n\t\t\t<dt class='gallery-icon portrait'>\n\t\t\t\t<a href='http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?attachment_id=9639'><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" src=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/04\/conifer_1944_011-150x150.jpg\" class=\"attachment-thumbnail size-thumbnail\" alt=\"\" aria-describedby=\"gallery-1-9639\" \/><\/a>\n\t\t\t<\/dt>\n\t\t\t\t<dd class='wp-caption-text gallery-caption' id='gallery-1-9639'>\n\t\t\t\tConifer 1944 &#8211; Page 11\n\t\t\t\t<\/dd><\/dl><dl class='gallery-item'>\n\t\t\t<dt class='gallery-icon portrait'>\n\t\t\t\t<a href='http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?attachment_id=9640'><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" src=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/04\/conifer_1944_012-150x150.jpg\" class=\"attachment-thumbnail size-thumbnail\" alt=\"\" aria-describedby=\"gallery-1-9640\" \/><\/a>\n\t\t\t<\/dt>\n\t\t\t\t<dd class='wp-caption-text gallery-caption' id='gallery-1-9640'>\n\t\t\t\tConifer 1944 &#8211; Page 12\n\t\t\t\t<\/dd><\/dl><br style=\"clear: both\" \/><dl class='gallery-item'>\n\t\t\t<dt class='gallery-icon portrait'>\n\t\t\t\t<a href='http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?attachment_id=9641'><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" src=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/04\/conifer_1944_013-150x150.jpg\" class=\"attachment-thumbnail size-thumbnail\" alt=\"\" aria-describedby=\"gallery-1-9641\" \/><\/a>\n\t\t\t<\/dt>\n\t\t\t\t<dd class='wp-caption-text gallery-caption' id='gallery-1-9641'>\n\t\t\t\tConifer 1944 &#8211; Page 13\n\t\t\t\t<\/dd><\/dl><dl class='gallery-item'>\n\t\t\t<dt class='gallery-icon portrait'>\n\t\t\t\t<a href='http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?attachment_id=9642'><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" src=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/04\/conifer_1944_014-150x150.jpg\" class=\"attachment-thumbnail size-thumbnail\" alt=\"\" aria-describedby=\"gallery-1-9642\" \/><\/a>\n\t\t\t<\/dt>\n\t\t\t\t<dd class='wp-caption-text gallery-caption' id='gallery-1-9642'>\n\t\t\t\tConifer 1944 &#8211; Page 14\n\t\t\t\t<\/dd><\/dl><dl class='gallery-item'>\n\t\t\t<dt class='gallery-icon portrait'>\n\t\t\t\t<a href='http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?attachment_id=9643'><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" src=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/04\/conifer_1944_015-150x150.jpg\" class=\"attachment-thumbnail size-thumbnail\" alt=\"\" aria-describedby=\"gallery-1-9643\" \/><\/a>\n\t\t\t<\/dt>\n\t\t\t\t<dd class='wp-caption-text gallery-caption' id='gallery-1-9643'>\n\t\t\t\tConifer 1944 &#8211; Page 15\n\t\t\t\t<\/dd><\/dl><br style=\"clear: both\" \/><dl class='gallery-item'>\n\t\t\t<dt class='gallery-icon portrait'>\n\t\t\t\t<a href='http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?attachment_id=9644'><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" src=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/04\/conifer_1944_016-150x150.jpg\" class=\"attachment-thumbnail size-thumbnail\" alt=\"\" aria-describedby=\"gallery-1-9644\" \/><\/a>\n\t\t\t<\/dt>\n\t\t\t\t<dd class='wp-caption-text gallery-caption' id='gallery-1-9644'>\n\t\t\t\tConifer 1944 &#8211; Page 16\n\t\t\t\t<\/dd><\/dl><dl class='gallery-item'>\n\t\t\t<dt class='gallery-icon portrait'>\n\t\t\t\t<a href='http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?attachment_id=9645'><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" src=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/04\/conifer_1944_017-150x150.jpg\" class=\"attachment-thumbnail size-thumbnail\" alt=\"\" aria-describedby=\"gallery-1-9645\" \/><\/a>\n\t\t\t<\/dt>\n\t\t\t\t<dd class='wp-caption-text gallery-caption' id='gallery-1-9645'>\n\t\t\t\tConifer 1944 &#8211; Page 17\n\t\t\t\t<\/dd><\/dl><dl class='gallery-item'>\n\t\t\t<dt class='gallery-icon portrait'>\n\t\t\t\t<a href='http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?attachment_id=9646'><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" src=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/04\/conifer_1944_018-150x150.jpg\" class=\"attachment-thumbnail size-thumbnail\" alt=\"\" aria-describedby=\"gallery-1-9646\" \/><\/a>\n\t\t\t<\/dt>\n\t\t\t\t<dd class='wp-caption-text gallery-caption' id='gallery-1-9646'>\n\t\t\t\tConifer 1944 &#8211; Page 18\n\t\t\t\t<\/dd><\/dl><br style=\"clear: both\" \/><dl class='gallery-item'>\n\t\t\t<dt class='gallery-icon portrait'>\n\t\t\t\t<a href='http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?attachment_id=9647'><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" src=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/04\/conifer_1944_019-150x150.jpg\" class=\"attachment-thumbnail size-thumbnail\" alt=\"\" aria-describedby=\"gallery-1-9647\" \/><\/a>\n\t\t\t<\/dt>\n\t\t\t\t<dd class='wp-caption-text gallery-caption' id='gallery-1-9647'>\n\t\t\t\tConifer 1944 &#8211; Page 19\n\t\t\t\t<\/dd><\/dl><dl class='gallery-item'>\n\t\t\t<dt class='gallery-icon portrait'>\n\t\t\t\t<a href='http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?attachment_id=9648'><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" src=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/04\/conifer_1944_020-150x150.jpg\" class=\"attachment-thumbnail size-thumbnail\" alt=\"\" aria-describedby=\"gallery-1-9648\" \/><\/a>\n\t\t\t<\/dt>\n\t\t\t\t<dd class='wp-caption-text gallery-caption' id='gallery-1-9648'>\n\t\t\t\tConifer 1944 &#8211; Page 20\n\t\t\t\t<\/dd><\/dl><dl class='gallery-item'>\n\t\t\t<dt class='gallery-icon portrait'>\n\t\t\t\t<a href='http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?attachment_id=9649'><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" src=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/04\/conifer_1944_021-150x150.jpg\" class=\"attachment-thumbnail size-thumbnail\" alt=\"\" aria-describedby=\"gallery-1-9649\" \/><\/a>\n\t\t\t<\/dt>\n\t\t\t\t<dd class='wp-caption-text gallery-caption' id='gallery-1-9649'>\n\t\t\t\tConifer 1944 &#8211; Page 21\n\t\t\t\t<\/dd><\/dl><br style=\"clear: both\" \/><dl class='gallery-item'>\n\t\t\t<dt class='gallery-icon portrait'>\n\t\t\t\t<a href='http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?attachment_id=9651'><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" src=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/04\/conifer_1944_022-150x150.jpg\" class=\"attachment-thumbnail size-thumbnail\" alt=\"\" aria-describedby=\"gallery-1-9651\" \/><\/a>\n\t\t\t<\/dt>\n\t\t\t\t<dd class='wp-caption-text gallery-caption' id='gallery-1-9651'>\n\t\t\t\tConifer 1944 &#8211; Page 22\n\t\t\t\t<\/dd><\/dl><dl class='gallery-item'>\n\t\t\t<dt class='gallery-icon portrait'>\n\t\t\t\t<a href='http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?attachment_id=9652'><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" src=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/04\/conifer_1944_023-150x150.jpg\" class=\"attachment-thumbnail size-thumbnail\" alt=\"\" aria-describedby=\"gallery-1-9652\" \/><\/a>\n\t\t\t<\/dt>\n\t\t\t\t<dd class='wp-caption-text gallery-caption' id='gallery-1-9652'>\n\t\t\t\tConifer 1944 &#8211; Page 23\n\t\t\t\t<\/dd><\/dl><dl class='gallery-item'>\n\t\t\t<dt class='gallery-icon portrait'>\n\t\t\t\t<a href='http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?attachment_id=9653'><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" src=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/04\/conifer_1944_024-150x150.jpg\" class=\"attachment-thumbnail size-thumbnail\" alt=\"\" aria-describedby=\"gallery-1-9653\" \/><\/a>\n\t\t\t<\/dt>\n\t\t\t\t<dd class='wp-caption-text gallery-caption' id='gallery-1-9653'>\n\t\t\t\tConifer 1944 &#8211; Page 24\n\t\t\t\t<\/dd><\/dl><br style=\"clear: both\" \/><dl class='gallery-item'>\n\t\t\t<dt class='gallery-icon portrait'>\n\t\t\t\t<a href='http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?attachment_id=9654'><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" src=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/04\/conifer_1944_025-150x150.jpg\" class=\"attachment-thumbnail size-thumbnail\" alt=\"\" aria-describedby=\"gallery-1-9654\" \/><\/a>\n\t\t\t<\/dt>\n\t\t\t\t<dd class='wp-caption-text gallery-caption' id='gallery-1-9654'>\n\t\t\t\tConifer 1944 &#8211; Page 25\n\t\t\t\t<\/dd><\/dl><dl class='gallery-item'>\n\t\t\t<dt class='gallery-icon portrait'>\n\t\t\t\t<a href='http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?attachment_id=9655'><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" src=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/04\/conifer_1944_026-150x150.jpg\" class=\"attachment-thumbnail size-thumbnail\" alt=\"\" aria-describedby=\"gallery-1-9655\" \/><\/a>\n\t\t\t<\/dt>\n\t\t\t\t<dd class='wp-caption-text gallery-caption' id='gallery-1-9655'>\n\t\t\t\tConifer 1944 &#8211; Page 26\n\t\t\t\t<\/dd><\/dl><dl class='gallery-item'>\n\t\t\t<dt class='gallery-icon portrait'>\n\t\t\t\t<a href='http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?attachment_id=9656'><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" src=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/04\/conifer_1944_027-150x150.jpg\" class=\"attachment-thumbnail size-thumbnail\" alt=\"\" aria-describedby=\"gallery-1-9656\" \/><\/a>\n\t\t\t<\/dt>\n\t\t\t\t<dd class='wp-caption-text gallery-caption' id='gallery-1-9656'>\n\t\t\t\tConifer 1944 &#8211; Page 27\n\t\t\t\t<\/dd><\/dl><br style=\"clear: both\" \/><dl class='gallery-item'>\n\t\t\t<dt class='gallery-icon portrait'>\n\t\t\t\t<a href='http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?attachment_id=9657'><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" src=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/04\/conifer_1944_028-150x150.jpg\" class=\"attachment-thumbnail size-thumbnail\" alt=\"\" aria-describedby=\"gallery-1-9657\" \/><\/a>\n\t\t\t<\/dt>\n\t\t\t\t<dd class='wp-caption-text gallery-caption' id='gallery-1-9657'>\n\t\t\t\tConifer 1944 &#8211; Page 28\n\t\t\t\t<\/dd><\/dl><dl class='gallery-item'>\n\t\t\t<dt class='gallery-icon portrait'>\n\t\t\t\t<a href='http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?attachment_id=9658'><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" src=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/04\/conifer_1944_029-150x150.jpg\" class=\"attachment-thumbnail size-thumbnail\" alt=\"\" aria-describedby=\"gallery-1-9658\" \/><\/a>\n\t\t\t<\/dt>\n\t\t\t\t<dd class='wp-caption-text gallery-caption' id='gallery-1-9658'>\n\t\t\t\tConifer 1944 &#8211; Page 29\n\t\t\t\t<\/dd><\/dl><dl class='gallery-item'>\n\t\t\t<dt class='gallery-icon portrait'>\n\t\t\t\t<a href='http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?attachment_id=9659'><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" src=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/04\/conifer_1944_030-150x150.jpg\" class=\"attachment-thumbnail size-thumbnail\" alt=\"\" aria-describedby=\"gallery-1-9659\" \/><\/a>\n\t\t\t<\/dt>\n\t\t\t\t<dd class='wp-caption-text gallery-caption' id='gallery-1-9659'>\n\t\t\t\tConifer 1944 &#8211; Page 30\n\t\t\t\t<\/dd><\/dl><br style=\"clear: both\" \/><dl class='gallery-item'>\n\t\t\t<dt class='gallery-icon portrait'>\n\t\t\t\t<a href='http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?attachment_id=9660'><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" src=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/04\/conifer_1944_031-150x150.jpg\" class=\"attachment-thumbnail size-thumbnail\" alt=\"\" aria-describedby=\"gallery-1-9660\" \/><\/a>\n\t\t\t<\/dt>\n\t\t\t\t<dd class='wp-caption-text gallery-caption' id='gallery-1-9660'>\n\t\t\t\tConifer 1944 &#8211; Page 31\n\t\t\t\t<\/dd><\/dl><dl class='gallery-item'>\n\t\t\t<dt class='gallery-icon portrait'>\n\t\t\t\t<a href='http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?attachment_id=9661'><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" src=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/04\/conifer_1944_032-150x150.jpg\" class=\"attachment-thumbnail size-thumbnail\" alt=\"\" aria-describedby=\"gallery-1-9661\" \/><\/a>\n\t\t\t<\/dt>\n\t\t\t\t<dd class='wp-caption-text gallery-caption' id='gallery-1-9661'>\n\t\t\t\tConifer 1944 &#8211; Page 32\n\t\t\t\t<\/dd><\/dl><dl class='gallery-item'>\n\t\t\t<dt class='gallery-icon portrait'>\n\t\t\t\t<a href='http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?attachment_id=9662'><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" src=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/04\/conifer_1944_033-150x150.jpg\" class=\"attachment-thumbnail size-thumbnail\" alt=\"\" aria-describedby=\"gallery-1-9662\" \/><\/a>\n\t\t\t<\/dt>\n\t\t\t\t<dd class='wp-caption-text gallery-caption' id='gallery-1-9662'>\n\t\t\t\tConifer 1944 &#8211; Back Cover\n\t\t\t\t<\/dd><\/dl><br style=\"clear: both\" \/>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\n<hr \/>\n<h3 style=\"text-align: center;\">Back to <a title=\"CONIFER INDEX\" href=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?page_id=2352\">CONIFER INDEX<\/a><\/h3>\n<hr \/>\n<table id=\"table3\" border=\"0\" width=\"100%\" cellspacing=\"3\" cellpadding=\"4\" bgcolor=\"#FCE3C2\">\n<tbody>\n<tr>\n<td valign=\"top\" width=\"27%\">Title<\/td>\n<td valign=\"top\" width=\"69%\"><strong>Conifer &#8211; 1944<\/strong><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td valign=\"top\" width=\"27%\">Alt. Title<\/td>\n<td valign=\"top\" width=\"69%\">Pine Mountain Settlement School Conifer, May 1944 Supplement<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td valign=\"top\" width=\"27%\">Creator<\/td>\n<td valign=\"top\" width=\"69%\">Pine Mountain Settlement School<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td valign=\"top\" width=\"27%\">Identifier<\/td>\n<td valign=\"top\" width=\"69%\"><span id=\"sample-permalink\" style=\"color: #666666;\" tabindex=\"-1\">http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?page_id=9629<\/span><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td valign=\"top\" width=\"27%\">Subject Keyword<\/td>\n<td valign=\"top\" width=\"69%\">Conifer ; creative writing ; settlement schools ; students ; Pine Mountain Settlement School ; supplements ; The Pine Cone ; pioneers ; Civil War ; Sal Dixon Creech ; William Creech ; Katherine Pettit ; Ethel de Long ; schools ; John Beaten ; Co-op store ; Community Groupers ; Community Day ; Mountain Day ; Putney Tower ; Laurel House ; Thanksgiving Ball ; Christmas ; Open House Day ; Nativity Play ; New Year&#8217;s Party ; Valentine Book Party ; War Bond drives ; Stamp drives ; Victory Ball ; jeeps ; WWII ; May Day ; Senior Play ; Achievement tests ; Field Day ; Betty Burkhart ; Audrey Boggs ; John H. Deaton ; paint crews ; Mr. LaRue ; William Tye ; George William ; softball ; football ; Field Day ; Nancy Miniard ; Jim Bishop ; plays ; Patsy Hall ; Ray Cox ; Infirsmary ; Home Economics ; woodworking ; history ; nature studies ; chemistry ; literature ; ballads ; dancing ; Sword Dancing ; Morris Dancing ; filming ; community service ; Citizenship Committee ; baseball ; playgrounds ; Halloween ; orchestras ; minuet ; Mummer&#8217;s plays ; War Loan Drive ; patriotism ; Aunt Sal&#8217;s Day ; swimming pool ; scout trips ; Line Fork Wood ; Big Log ; School House ; industrial buildings ; Laurel House ; chapel ; vesper hours ; Thanksgiving ; Easter ; soldiers ; Pine Mountain, KY ; Harlan County, KY ;<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td valign=\"top\" width=\"27%\">Subject LCSH<\/td>\n<td valign=\"top\" width=\"69%\">Conifer &#8211; 1944.<br \/>\nPine Mountain Settlement School (Pine Mountain, Ky.) \u2014 History.<br \/>\nHarlan County (Ky.) \u2014 History.<br \/>\nEducation \u2014 Kentucky \u2014 Harlan County.<br \/>\nRural schools \u2014 Kentucky \u2014 History.<br \/>\nSchools \u2014 Appalachian Region, Southern.<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td valign=\"top\" width=\"27%\">Description<\/td>\n<td valign=\"top\" width=\"69%\">The literary publication of the school during the boarding school year of 1944. \u00a0Written by students and containing fiction, prose, and poetry. The first creative writing publication written and printed by the students at Pine Mountain\u00a0Settlement School. First published in 1930 as the <em>Pine Cone<\/em> and later replaced by <em>Conifer, <\/em>the volumes in the early years duplicate one another, in part and issue numbers can be confusing, but the run of the periodical is largely well documented by volume and issue.<span style=\"font-size: medium;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td valign=\"top\" width=\"27%\">Publisher<\/td>\n<td valign=\"top\" width=\"69%\">Pine Mountain Settlement School Press<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td valign=\"top\" width=\"27%\">Contributor<\/td>\n<td valign=\"top\" width=\"69%\">Various<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td valign=\"top\" width=\"27%\">Rights<\/td>\n<td valign=\"top\" width=\"69%\">Any display, publication, or public use must credit the Pine Mountain Settlement School. Copyright retained by the creators of certain items in the collection, or their descendants, as stipulated by United States copyright law.<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td valign=\"top\" width=\"27%\">Date<b> <\/b>Original<\/td>\n<td valign=\"top\" width=\"69%\">1944<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td valign=\"top\" width=\"27%\">Type<\/td>\n<td valign=\"top\" width=\"69%\">Text ; photograph ;<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td valign=\"top\" width=\"27%\">Format<\/td>\n<td valign=\"top\" width=\"69%\">Small multipage booklet in a variety of sizes.<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td valign=\"top\" width=\"27%\">Source<\/td>\n<td valign=\"top\" width=\"69%\">Pine Mountain Settlement School archive ;\u00a0Series 17: PMSS Publications (Published by the School) ;<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td valign=\"top\" width=\"27%\">Language<\/td>\n<td valign=\"top\" width=\"69%\">English<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td valign=\"top\" width=\"27%\">Relation<\/td>\n<td valign=\"top\" width=\"69%\">Pine Mountain Settlement School ;\u00a0Series 17: PMSS Publications (Published by the School) ;\u00a0Pine Mountain Settlement School, Pine Mountain, KY<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td valign=\"top\" width=\"27%\">Coverage Temporal<\/td>\n<td valign=\"top\" width=\"69%\">1944<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td valign=\"top\" width=\"27%\">Coverage<b> <\/b>Spatial<\/td>\n<td valign=\"top\" width=\"69%\">Pine Mountain, KY ; Harlan County, KY ;<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td valign=\"top\" width=\"5%\">Donor<\/td>\n<td valign=\"top\" width=\"15%\">Various<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td valign=\"top\" width=\"5%\">Acquisition<\/td>\n<td valign=\"top\" width=\"15%\">Archival<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td valign=\"top\" width=\"5%\">Citation<\/td>\n<td valign=\"top\" width=\"15%\"><i>Pine Mountain Settlement School &#8211; Conifer<\/i>. Pine Mountain Settlement School Archive. Pine Mountain, KY.<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td valign=\"top\" width=\"5%\">Processed By<\/td>\n<td valign=\"top\" width=\"15%\">Helen Hayes Wykle ; Ann Angel Eberhardt ;<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td valign=\"top\" width=\"5%\">Last Updated<\/td>\n<td valign=\"top\" width=\"15%\">2012-06-25 hw ;2014-06-22aae<\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\"><strong>Source<\/strong><\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\"><i>Pine Mountain Settlement School &#8211; Conifer<\/i>. Pine Mountain Settlement School Archive. Pine Mountain, KY. Archival material.<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n\n\t\t<style>\n\t\t\t#gallery-2 {\n\t\t\t\tmargin: auto;\n\t\t\t}\n\t\t\t#gallery-2 .gallery-item {\n\t\t\t\tfloat: left;\n\t\t\t\tmargin-top: 10px;\n\t\t\t\ttext-align: center;\n\t\t\t\twidth: 33%;\n\t\t\t}\n\t\t\t#gallery-2 img {\n\t\t\t\tborder: 2px solid #cfcfcf;\n\t\t\t}\n\t\t\t#gallery-2 .gallery-caption {\n\t\t\t\tmargin-left: 0;\n\t\t\t}\n\t\t\t\/* see gallery_shortcode() in wp-includes\/media.php *\/\n\t\t<\/style>\n\t\t<div id='gallery-2' class='gallery galleryid-9629 gallery-columns-3 gallery-size-thumbnail'><dl class='gallery-item'>\n\t\t\t<dt class='gallery-icon portrait'>\n\t\t\t\t<a href='http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?attachment_id=9663'><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" src=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/04\/conifer_1944_cover-150x150.jpg\" class=\"attachment-thumbnail size-thumbnail\" alt=\"\" aria-describedby=\"gallery-2-9663\" \/><\/a>\n\t\t\t<\/dt>\n\t\t\t\t<dd class='wp-caption-text gallery-caption' id='gallery-2-9663'>\n\t\t\t\tConifer 1944 &#8211; Cover\n\t\t\t\t<\/dd><\/dl><dl class='gallery-item'>\n\t\t\t<dt class='gallery-icon portrait'>\n\t\t\t\t<a href='http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?attachment_id=9675'><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" src=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/04\/conifer_1944_0011-150x150.jpg\" class=\"attachment-thumbnail size-thumbnail\" alt=\"\" aria-describedby=\"gallery-2-9675\" \/><\/a>\n\t\t\t<\/dt>\n\t\t\t\t<dd class='wp-caption-text gallery-caption' id='gallery-2-9675'>\n\t\t\t\tConifer 1944 &#8211; Page 1\n\t\t\t\t<\/dd><\/dl><dl class='gallery-item'>\n\t\t\t<dt class='gallery-icon landscape'>\n\t\t\t\t<a href='http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?attachment_id=9673'><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" src=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/04\/image002-150x150.jpg\" class=\"attachment-thumbnail size-thumbnail\" alt=\"\" aria-describedby=\"gallery-2-9673\" \/><\/a>\n\t\t\t<\/dt>\n\t\t\t\t<dd class='wp-caption-text gallery-caption' id='gallery-2-9673'>\n\t\t\t\tConifer 1944 &#8211; Page 4 [Detail]\n\t\t\t\t<\/dd><\/dl><br style=\"clear: both\" \/>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\n<h3 style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>B<\/strong>ack to\u00a0<a title=\"CONIFER INDEX\" href=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?page_id=2352\">CONIFER INDEX<\/a><\/h3>\n<hr \/>\n<h3>TRANSCRIPTION: Conifer 1944, May Supplement<\/h3>\n<p>Cover:\u00a0CONIFER May, 1944<\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\">Page 1<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>CONIFER<\/strong><br \/>\nThe Creative Work of Students of<br \/>\nPine Mountain Settlement School<br \/>\nPine Mountain, Kentucky<br \/>\nPublished as a Supplement<br \/>\nto<br \/>\nTHE PINE CONE<br \/>\nMay, 1944<\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<p align=\"LEFT\">Page 2<\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<p align=\"LEFT\">Page 3<\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\"><strong>A\u00a0PIONEER<\/strong><br \/>\nA dim and faded picture, rusty with the years,<br \/>\nOf a man in a uniform two large for his slender form.<br \/>\nFirm lips and a chin that denotes strength of purpose,<br \/>\nSandy hair and pale blue eyes.<br \/>\nLove of freedom and liberty\u2014<br \/>\nThese things you see in those\u00a0eyes.<\/p>\n<p>Ninety-eight\u00a0years\u00a0ago\u00a0on\u00a0a lonely farm on the bank of the Cumberland,<br \/>\nA baby boy first saw the light\u00a0of\u00a0day.<br \/>\nAt\u00a0an\u00a0early\u00a0age\u00a0he\u00a0began to\u00a0work,<br \/>\nCarrying water to the field, hoeing corn, plowing\u2014<br \/>\nHis slender shoulders aching from\u00a0the\u00a0weight of the heavy bucket<br \/>\nAnd from holding the jolting plow in the ground.<br \/>\nHe went\u00a0to\u00a0school in a one-room cabin with split-log floors,<br \/>\nSat on crude benches, and learned his three R&#8217;s<br \/>\nFrom a teacher who had barely mastered them himself.<\/p>\n<p>In the wilderness of the Kentucky hills he learned to handle a rifle,<br \/>\nAnd did\u00a0his part to keep meat on the table.<br \/>\nWhen\u00a0he\u00a0was sixteen, the Civil War broke out.<br \/>\nTorn between the desire\u00a0to stay\u00a0home<br \/>\nAnd the\u00a0desire to help preserve the\u00a0Union,<br \/>\nHe ran away, lied about his age,\u00a0and joined\u00a0up.<br \/>\nFor four\u00a0long\u00a0years he fought,<br \/>\nFacing the horrors of war and the fatigue\u00a0of long marches.<br \/>\nChanged from a boy into a man,\u00a0sobered by the destruction of war,<br \/>\nHe returned to his father&#8217;s farm,<br \/>\nAnd paid court to\u00a0little <a title=\"\u201cAUNT SAL\u201d CREECH\" href=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?page_id=6890\">Sal\u00a0Dixon<\/a>.<br \/>\nLight of foot\u00a0and\u00a0quick\u00a0of tongue,<br \/>\nSlight of form\u00a0but\u00a0large\u00a0of spirit,<br \/>\nShe was the\u00a0perfect mate for <a title=\"\u201cUNCLE WILLIAM\u201d CREECH\" href=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?page_id=2005\">William<\/a>.<br \/>\nBut the fertile\u00a0Cumberland valley farm<br \/>\nAttracted the eye\u00a0of\u00a0settlers.<br \/>\nLight could be seen beaming through cabin windows<br \/>\nWhen\u00a0darkness mantled the hills.<br \/>\nDogs\u00a0could\u00a0be\u00a0heard barking and children crying.<br \/>\nFeeling crowded, smothered, by the newcomers,<br \/>\nHe\u00a0loaded three nags with blankets<br \/>\nAnd the rest of his meager household belongings<br \/>\nAnd\u00a0set forth for the other\u00a0side\u00a0of Pine Mountain,<br \/>\nWith\u00a0the\u00a0oldest\u00a0child\u00a0astride a loaded horse,<br \/>\nWhile\u00a0Sal\u00a0carried\u00a0the &#8220;littlest&#8221; one,<br \/>\nFollowing\u00a0fearlessly\u00a0where\u00a0he\u00a0led<br \/>\nWith a rifle in his hand.<\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\">Page 4<\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\">Six hundred acres of untouched land!<br \/>\nFor days and weeks he worked to clear it,<br \/>\nWhile his cabin was quickly raised by friendly hands.<br \/>\nWith undaunted courage\u00a0Sal worked\u00a0beside him in the field,<br \/>\nBut never moved far from the baby asleep in a shallow hole.<br \/>\nThere was always\u00a0a\u00a0baby in the house<br \/>\nUntil the tiny cabin\u00a0overflowed with nine\u00a0of them.<br \/>\nAfter a day of labor in\u00a0the\u00a0field,<br \/>\nOr when rain made\u00a0other\u00a0work impossible,<br \/>\nHe sharpened his tools in his little blacksmith shop,<br \/>\nTanned the hides\u00a0of animals\u00a0he shot,<br \/>\nUsed the leather to make shoes,<br \/>\nTapped his own trees for maple syrup.<\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\">He was appalled at the abuse of land,<br \/>\nAnd the wasteful cutting of timber;<br \/>\nThe young folks turned from farming,<br \/>\nAnd the women ceased to weave.<br \/>\nHe saw his grandchildren growing up<br \/>\nNot knowing how\u00a0to read\u00a0and write.<br \/>\nHe fought ignorance.<br \/>\nHe sheltered <a title=\"KATHERINE PETTIT\" href=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?page_id=424\">Miss Pettit<\/a> and <a title=\"ETHEL DE LONG ZANDE\" href=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?page_id=1696\">Miss DeLong,<\/a><br \/>\nGranting land to be used for school purposes<br \/>\n&#8220;As long as the Constitution of the United States shall stand.&#8221;<br \/>\nThese things he did.<br \/>\n<a title=\"\u201cUNCLE WILLIAM\u201d CREECH\" href=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?page_id=2005\">William Creech,<\/a> soldier, patriot, benefactor,<br \/>\nFounder of our School.<br \/>\n\u2014 John Beaten<\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<p align=\"LEFT\">Page 5<\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\"><strong>REVIEW OF THE YEAR<\/strong><br \/>\nSeptember 6th brought in a bumper crop of freshmen, and wonder of wonders, more freshman boys than freshman girls, almost enough to equalize the male and female population of the school. It was difficult for the sophomores to realize that they had attained the status of Co-ops, for the erstwhile Co-ops to picture themselves fulfilling their responsibilities as Community Groupers\u00a0and for the latest seniors to take on all the dignity which must inevitably be theirs.<\/p>\n<p>September and October passed quickly. Community Day brought fun and friends from afar. The Mountain Day trek to Putney Tower resulted in weary bones, no broken ones, and happy hearts. Goblins, witches, and ghosts held conclave in <a title=\"LAUREL HOUSE II\" href=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?page_id=6330\">Laurel House<\/a> on October 31st.<\/p>\n<p>Under a canopy of yellow and white, the girls at their loveliest and the boys at their stateliest danced to the strains of a Pine Mountain orchestra, brought into being for the Thanksgiving Ball.<\/p>\n<p>Our traditional Christmas, with its Open House Day, Nativity Play, Laurel House supper festivities, a gay two weeks for those who go and those who stay, the New Year&#8217;s Party, and then the Pine Mountain family complete once again, and off on the stretch of the second term.<\/p>\n<p>The clever costuming and acting for the Valentine Book Party testified to a wide and profitable range in reading. An intensive War Bond and Stamp drive culminated in the Victory Ball and the announcement that we had purchased almost four jeeps in the space of two months and that staff and students during the preceding year had invested over $10,000 in the war effort.<\/p>\n<p>While life at Pine Mountain remained tranquil and unchanged, the world is in the deep turmoil of war. From the invasion of Sicily in July, Allied troops have moved northward constantly, until now they have succeeded in breaking the Gustav line. In Russia the Red Army was poised for the winter offensive, for the push from Leningrad to the Black Sea. Behind the Russian lines straggled mobs of dejected German prisoners. Now the Russians have passed on to Axis territory. Sevastopol has been retaken and they have invaded Roumania and Poland. Names of South Pacific islands which were almost unheard of two years ago, became headline news: Kwajalein, Ponape, Truk, Tarawa, Munda, Yap. Now, MacArthur&#8217;s troops are winding up the New Guinea campaign. Allied planes from Foggia in Italy are traveling north for intensive bombing of Roumania. Troops are ready in England for the forthcoming invasion. Hundreds\u00a0of\u00a0planes are bombing the invasion coast day and night. The strangle hold that the Axis once had on the Allies has been broken.<\/p>\n<p>Back in our valley, March and April are distinguished for study, movies, and dancing parties, not the first of each I must hasten to add.<\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\">Page\u00a06<\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\">May leaves us gasping with events crowding one upon another:<br \/>\nThe color, movement and gaiety of May Day dancing.<br \/>\nIntensive rehearsals for Senior Play<br \/>\nAchievement tests for all<br \/>\nPresentation of the &#8220;Moonstone&#8221;<br \/>\nAnnual Field Day \u2014Victory for the &#8220;Blues&#8221;.<br \/>\nGraduation of another Senior Class.<br \/>\n\u2014 Jane Bishop<\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<p align=\"LEFT\"><strong>MOUNTAIN BOY<\/strong><br \/>\nBy the door a hound dog sleeps,<br \/>\nAnd children at a new born peep;<br \/>\nThe mother&#8217;s face is tired and worn,<br \/>\nThe baby&#8217;s blanket from a dress is torn.<br \/>\nHe&#8217;ll grow up big and strong,<br \/>\nPlow by day and dream by night<br \/>\nIn the dim shadows of a coal oil light.<br \/>\nHe&#8217;ll dream of an acre or more of land,<br \/>\nTo make fields where trees now stand.<br \/>\nHis children in his steps will follow,<br \/>\nTo live always among hills and hollow.<br \/>\n\u2014 Betty Burkhart<\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<p align=\"LEFT\"><strong>WHEN DAY IS DONE<\/strong><br \/>\nI like to sit in evening dusk<br \/>\nAnd dream of things to come<br \/>\nTo see the shadows fall at night,<br \/>\nWhen day is done.<\/p>\n<p>I like to sit beside the lake<br \/>\nTo see the ghostly shadows spun<br \/>\nFrom moonbeams in their mystery,<br \/>\nWhen day is done.<\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\">A hermit thrush sends out her song<br \/>\nAnd others answer one by one.<br \/>\nOh, must I ever part from this<br \/>\nWhen day is done?<br \/>\n\u2014 Audrey Boggs<\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<p align=\"LEFT\">Page 7<\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\"><strong>DEATON&#8217;S DILEMMA<\/strong><br \/>\nJohn H. Deaton, head man of the paint crew, trudged wearily into the shop one morning after spending half of the night fighting fire on Gabe&#8217;s Branch. Just as he was about to drape his exhausted body over a chair, <a href=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?page_id=41202\">Mr. [Glenn] LaRue<\/a> informed him that he was to continue with the painting of the <a title=\"BURKHAM SCHOOL HOUSE II\" href=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?page_id=469\">school house<\/a>. John stood petrified with astonishment, his visions of spending an easy work period in the shop blasted to nothing. He was, however, too tired to differ vocally with Mr. LaRue; so the boys got their paraphernalia into readiness.<\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\">As usual <a href=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?page_id=89891\">William Tye<\/a> had lumbago, backache, or some other ailment which made him, so he thought, physically unable to carry a ladder to the school house from the shop. He finally agreed to carry it on the condition that he would not use it, as he is allergic to high altitude.<\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\">Upon arriving on the scene of operations, his fellow painters, as usual, flattered William about his being such an accomplished wielder of horsehairs. In consequence, fifteen minutes later when Mr. LaRue came around to see how things were going, he found George William at the top of the ladder, painting under the eaves and lustily singing I<em>ncognito Serenader<\/em>. This was very appropriate because William was unrecognizable under a coat of paint.<\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\">All the while Mr. Deaton had not been unoccupied. While his brush, perhaps, had not been as vigorously wielded as usual, he had not done so badly after fighting fire the night before. And when the quit work bell had rung and he had carefully shepherded his flock of painters back to the shop and had gotten them cleaned up, William having had to wash his hair in turpentine, he felt very well satisfied with himself as he went home to prepare for a full day of school work. \u2014 Jack Martin<\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<p align=\"LEFT\"><strong>A YEAR OF SPORTS<\/strong><br \/>\nThe first few weeks of school softball was king. The usual thing on Sundays was choose-up games between the boys, and a few hard-fought West Wind versus Big Log games. After several games with the community team we were ready, or so we thought, for Red Bird. Eager to avenge last year&#8217;s defeat, a number of boys climbed into the truck one Saturday morning and went to Beech Fork for a double header. The Red Bird team filled the air with hits and won both games, the first by a score of twenty-five to two and the second, twenty to nothing. A shut-out!<\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\">October came and the urge to play softball was replaced by one to play football. We did not play any outside teams, but we did have plenty games among ourselves. The season was climaxed by a touch game between Far House and Boys&#8217; House. The Far House boys put up a stiff fight, but the heavier Boys&#8217; House team won by a score of sixty to<strong>\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\">Page 8<\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\">For days after the opening of the basketball season the air was full of conflicting rumors. We were going to Red Bird. We were not going to Red Bird. We did not have the gas. We did have the gas. It seemed as if this muddle would never clear up, but it did, and favorably too. We did go to Red Bird and had\u00a0a\u00a0long hike from Straight Creek to the school. After a night of rest\u00a0and a good\u00a0breakfast, we felt more equal to our task. The first game was a\u00a0walk-over\u00a0for Red Bird, but the second try netted us a victory with a narrow margin\u2014but a victory.<\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\">The winter was spent in skating and throwing snowballs. Far House and Boys&#8217; House battled it for the possession of Far House lawn. This was a running battle, when neither side ever retreated, but always advanced sometimes\u00a0to\u00a0the front, sometimes to the rear. On the same day the girls entered a mud fling de luxe on the playground. This dissolved into individual wrestling matches. I refrain from naming the winner of this battle of the gentler sex for obvious reasons.<\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\">Warm weather at Pine Mountain means but\u00a0one thing\u2014<a title=\"SWIMMING POOL &amp; BATH HOUSE\" href=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?page_id=1303\">swimming<\/a>. Some hardy souls can scarcely wait for\u00a0the temperature\u00a0of\u00a0the water\u00a0to rise to sixty degrees, they are so anxious\u00a0to plunge into the icy depths.\u00a0Though the water is often cold, everyone has\u00a0a good time.<\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\">Some time in the last few weeks\u00a0of\u00a0school everyone\u00a0lays\u00a0aside\u00a0pencil\u00a0and books for Field Day. For the strong of back there is\u00a0the\u00a0shot-put, the javeline throw, and baseball distance; for the fleet, the fifty and\u00a0the one\u00a0hundred yard dashes, the mile relay, the obstacle relay, and that tester of men \u2014 the cross-country run. The standing and running broad\u00a0jumps have\u00a0their place in the course of events, and for those who specialize\u00a0in height,\u00a0the running high jump and the pole vault. The baseball accuracy-throw tests the skill of arm and eye, as well as luck. Lastly for the nimble\u00a0and\u00a0limber, we have the bar and trapeze. The girls have, as well as the dashes and jumps, a unique race called the mile walk. Field Day leaves\u00a0us\u00a0sore and tired, but proud of the things we tried to do, whether we succeeded or not. Except for a few more swims and maybe a choose-up\u00a0softball game,\u00a0our year\u00a0of\u00a0sports is over.<\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<p align=\"LEFT\"><strong>LONGING<\/strong><br \/>\nThe sky droops over the mountains,<br \/>\nThey look so very high.<br \/>\nI\u00a0would like to\u00a0climb up\u00a0there,<br \/>\nReach\u00a0out and touch\u00a0the sky.<br \/>\nThe\u00a0fragrance\u00a0of earth\u00a0surrounds me,<br \/>\nAll creatures\u00a0of\u00a0earth now sing;<br \/>\nIf I\u00a0could reach up there,<br \/>\nWould\u00a0I hear the joy bells\u00a0ring?<br \/>\n\u2014Nancy Miniard<\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<p align=\"LEFT\">Page 9<\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\"><strong>A WOMAN CAN CHANGE HER MIND<\/strong><br \/>\nA\u00a0play in\u00a0one\u00a0act by\u00a0Jim\u00a0Bishop<\/p>\n<p>THE SCENE \u2014 A\u00a0room\u00a0in\u00a0a mountain\u00a0cabin. Newspapered walls. Door on right and door on left.<br \/>\nCAST<br \/>\nWillie \u2014 A tall lanky mountaineer.<br \/>\nMaw \u2014 Willie&#8217;s mother. A wrinkled,\u00a0worn old mountain woman.<\/p>\n<p>SCENE\u00a0ONE<br \/>\nWILLIE:\u00a0<em>(Reaches\u00a0<\/em>for\u00a0<em>squirrel rifle hanging\u00a0<\/em><em>over\u00a0door R. and calls)\u00a0<\/em>Maw, pack me and Johnny a mite of corn bread\u00a0in\u00a0a paper poke. The squirrels ort to be thick in the mulberries this mornin.<\/p>\n<p>MAW:\u00a0<em>(Offstage)\u00a0<\/em>Yore right, son. I&#8217;ll fix ye some vittles, but why do ye have to take that young&#8217;un with ye when ye go a-huntin? Hit&#8217;s dangerous, hit\u00a0is. Some\u00a0day yore a-goin\u00a0to\u00a0blow his little yaller head clean off his shoulders.<\/p>\n<p>WILLIE: He&#8217;ll be all right. I&#8217;ll\u00a0watch\u00a0him. I believe in teachin &#8217;em to hunt young. I remember times when\u00a0me and\u00a0you would of starved if Paw &#8216;adn&#8217;t of knowed how\u00a0to handle this here old\u00a0gun. (Pats\u00a0<em>gun lovingly)<\/em><\/p>\n<p>MAW:\u00a0<em>(Enters\u00a0<\/em><em>left)\u00a0<\/em>Reckon so, son, reckon so. (<em>Crosses\u00a0to him and hands him paper sack.)\u00a0<\/em>Here ye are.<\/p>\n<p>WILLIE:\u00a0<em>(Whistles out R. door)\u00a0<\/em>Heah, Tige, heah!<\/p>\n<p>MAW: Why do ye take that no &#8216;count hound with ye? He couldn&#8217;t smell out a squirrel if he was shet up\u00a0in\u00a0the wood box with hit.<\/p>\n<p>WILLIE: He&#8217;s still a pup, Maw,\u00a0even\u00a0if he is big. He&#8217;ll make a good huntin dawg when he out grows his rompin days.<\/p>\n<p>MAW: Hope so, son, but I doubt hit. He&#8217;s got thet\u00a0good\u00a0fer nothin look\u00a0about him. I&#8217;ve\u00a0seed hit\u00a0before.<\/p>\n<p>WILLIE: We&#8217;ll jest have to wait and\u00a0see.\u00a0<em>(Steps to door R. and looks out.)\u00a0<\/em>Johnny and Tige are waitin at the gate.\u00a0Be\u00a0back by dinner,\u00a0Maw.\u00a0<em>(Exits,\u00a0&#8230;<\/em><em>under arm.)\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p>MAW: <em>(Calls\u00a0after him.)\u00a0<\/em>Be keerful, son.<\/p>\n<p>CURTAIN<\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\">Page 10<\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\">SCENE TWO<br \/>\nWILLIE:\u00a0<em>(Enters door R. Maw sits and peels potatoes in tin pail.)\u00a0<\/em>We&#8217;re back, Maw.<\/p>\n<p>MAW: Yore rapit. Dinner ain&#8217;t been started. What ye get?<\/p>\n<p>WILLIE: (Sits\u00a0<em>down and starts to clean his gun.)\u00a0<\/em>Got three squirrels, Maw, and I liked to got Johnny to boot.<\/p>\n<p>MAW:\u00a0<em>(Startled, drops knife and potato.)\u00a0<\/em>What ye say?<\/p>\n<p>WILLIE: I come mighty nigh to blowin a hole through the little un.<\/p>\n<p>MAW:\u00a0<em>(Rises excitedly) I\u00a0<\/em>told ye not to\u2014\u2014!<\/p>\n<p>WILLIE: Cam yoreself, Maw. Johnny&#8217;s all right. Don&#8217;t go gettin riled.<\/p>\n<p>MAW: Where&#8217;s Johnny now?<\/p>\n<p>WILLIE: He&#8217;s out in the yard tumblin with Tige. Tige was the one that kept me from shootin him.<\/p>\n<p>MAW: <em>(Has<\/em>\u00a0<em>been looking out of door R. Turns abruptly and faces Willie) <\/em>Did I heer ye rightly?<\/p>\n<p>WILLIE: Yep. The dawg saved his life. Johnny knew where I was headed for so he run on ahead of me. I was a purty long time a-going and when I got there I couldn&#8217;t see hide ner hair of him, so I set down to wait fer a squirrel to show his head. When I had set fer a minute er so, a bush up in front of me begun to shake now and then. I thought it must be a squirrel so I leveled my gun at the bush waitin to see him. He keeps on makin the bush quiver, but never does show hisself. So I decide to let go with a load of buckshot and see if I can get him by chance. About the time I start to pull the trigger, Tige comes boundin up from behind me and gives a big howl and takes a flying leap smack into the bush I was about to shoot at. He parted the branches and there sets Johnny, rubbin his eyes. He&#8217;s been sound asleep.\u00a0<em>(All through this speech Willie methodically cleans his gun, gestulating at times. At the end he rises and sights through the barrel.)<\/em> I\u00a0reckon the dawg ain&#8217;t so bad after all, eh, Maw?<\/p>\n<p>MAW: Bad? Who said he was bad?<em> (Calls\u00a0out door R.)\u00a0<\/em>Here, Tige, get this biscuit.\u00a0<em>(Tosses biscuit out of door)\u00a0<\/em>He&#8217;s a fine dawg, son. I&#8217;ve never seed any ten that I&#8217;d swap fer him.<\/p>\n<p>CURTAIN FALLS \u00a0&#8211; THE END<\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<p align=\"LEFT\">Page 11<\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\"><strong>DESPAIR<\/strong><br \/>\nIn his face was written a story of hardship.<br \/>\nLines were etched deep by the unkind years\u2014<br \/>\nSeventy-one of them.<br \/>\nHis fingers were cracked from working bare-handed;<br \/>\nHis eyes were pools of misery,<br \/>\nAs he walked slowly down the road<br \/>\nLike a man in a fog\u2014<br \/>\nOr a dream.<br \/>\nHis had been the life of the pick and shovel,<br \/>\nOf long days of work and short nights of rest,<br \/>\nOf grimy coal-dust and the roar of motors.<br \/>\nHe had felt the bitter pangs of hunger,<br \/>\nAnd had seen his children forced to leave school<br \/>\nFor lack of clothing.<br \/>\nHe had been young once, able to do a hard day&#8217;s work<br \/>\nWithout feeling it, but now his shoulders ached<br \/>\nAnd his back hurt.<br \/>\nRagged and dirty, he no longer had the strength<br \/>\nTo battle his poverty or even to care how he looked.<br \/>\nIn his hand was an order for his time,<br \/>\nSigned by the foreman. Fired!<br \/>\nBitter and silent he stumbled onward.<br \/>\n\u2014 John Deaton<\/p>\n<p>This poem won Honorable Mention in the National High School Poetry Contest and is to be published in the\u00a0<em>Annual Anthology of High School Poetry.<\/em><\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<p align=\"LEFT\"><strong>STOLEN PLEASURE<\/strong><br \/>\nSpring came early to Virginia that year. Frogs croaked in the marshes and along the banks of the lazy river. Catbirds built their nests in the friendly branches of low-hanging willows, industriously carrying straw and bits of cloth. Fish sunned themselves in shallow shoals, and the sun blazed down. Then I felt the urge.<\/p>\n<p>What else should one do on a hot day but swim? That being settled in my usual democratic way, that of voting on it, I crossed the bridge to &#8220;sound out&#8221; Stacy. As usual he agreed, and we asked his grandfather if\u00a0we could borrow his car, a late model Plymouth.<\/p>\n<p>After long and persistent pleading we won his consent. Stacy could drive and I was learning. As soon as we reached a straight stretch of road, I begged to take over the wheel. Stacy finally agreed, a bit reluctantly though, for he still remembered the snowy afternoon that I skidded around a curve on<\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\">Page\u00a012<\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\">two wheels. An uneventful four miles slid by. The road became better and I kept mashing down on the gas. The needle climbed slowly, fifty, sixty, sixty-five. Along the road we sped, light-hearted and carefree. Then on a sharp curve it happened! A heavy truck whipped into view. With howling tires the driver cut his wheels. I shut my eyes and slammed on my brakes. We slid to a stop with screeching tires as the big truck missed us by inches. Shaky and pale we climbed out, amid the smell of scorched rubber, and exchanged places.<\/p>\n<p>We turned down a rocky mountain road. The dust boiled up and settled on us, but only increased our eagerness. Down the mountain, around the bend, nestled in the little valley was an abandoned stone quarry. This, filled with clear sparkling water from Pound River, was our swimming hole.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Last one in is an old gray mare,&#8221; Stacy yelled over his shoulder as he ran toward the refreshing depths. Splash! And two lively boys enter as one, racing, turning, twisting, yelling\u2014anything that wasn&#8217;t quiet.<\/p>\n<p>The novelty of just swimming soon wore off. There was a high bridge across the lower end of the pond.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;If a fellow got a good run, he could hit in deep water,&#8221; mused Stacy, half-aloud, half to himself.<br \/>\n&#8220;Not this chicken,&#8221; I quickly answered.<br \/>\n&#8220;Afraid?&#8221; he queried.<br \/>\n&#8220;Heck, no! it&#8217;s just that\u2014&#8221;<br \/>\n&#8220;Fraidy-cat&#8221; he jeered.<\/p>\n<p>That was too much for me. &#8220;Fraidy-cat yourself. I haven&#8217;t seen\u00a0<em>you\u00a0<\/em>dive off that, bridge,&#8221; I hotly retorted. With a slow smile, Stacy climbed to the bridge.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Coming?&#8221; he threw over his shoulder.<br \/>\n&#8220;Right behind you,&#8221; I answered, now a little ashamed of my sudden anger, but still a little fearful.<\/p>\n<p>A swift run to the edge, a moment of silent falling through space. Ker-splash! Stacy was gone, and now it was my turn. I peeped over the edge. Gosh! it was high. After a hesitating run I flung myself over. Down, down, would I never stop? Smack! flat as a board I hit. Stacy laughed and rolled to see me emerging red-faced from humiliation and with a red stomach from poor form in diving.<\/p>\n<p>A glance at the sun told us that it was late, and with a farewell dive, we clambered out. Then I remembered that I had promised to mow the lawn that day, of all days. Too late now, so with a shrug of my shoulders, I put it out of my mind and enjoyed a speedy ride home.<\/p>\n<p>I quietly entered the gate, hoping father had forgotten, but knowing all the time that he hadn&#8217;t, and that I would get a licking, be confined to the narrow limits of our yard for three days, and have to mow the lawn tomorrow. I was right.<br \/>\n\u2014 John Deaton<\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<p align=\"LEFT\">Page 13<\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\"><strong>TWO PATHS<\/strong><br \/>\nAlways when some part of our life has come to a close,<br \/>\nThere is the silent recalling of the past\u2014<br \/>\nOld acquaintances, books, classmates, laughter, sorrow\u2014<br \/>\nAll blending to make life;<br \/>\nSome find a joy in seeking out these treasured stores,<br \/>\nViewing them with soft eyes and glowing faces;<br \/>\nOthers dare not look over these fragments of yesterday,<br \/>\nFor there is a sadness in knowing<br \/>\nThese happy days will not be lived again.<\/p>\n<p>But I have thought today about the time<br \/>\nWhen I shall be looking back<br \/>\nAt my days spent at Pine Mountain,<br \/>\nPondering and weighing each part with care,<br \/>\nThe large and small\u2014<br \/>\nFriendships, disappointments, peace, love.<br \/>\nI used to think it would hurt;<br \/>\nNow I know it never will,<br \/>\nFor I have had a fleeting look today\u2014<br \/>\nAt the path that lies ahead.<br \/>\n\u2014 Patsy Hall<\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<p align=\"LEFT\"><strong>WAR IS HELL<\/strong><br \/>\nYou see us on leave from the fighting front,<br \/>\nOn sort of a dress parade;<br \/>\nYou&#8217;d never dream what we&#8217;ve endured<br \/>\nFor the advances that we&#8217;ve made.<br \/>\nWe hear the scream of shells,<br \/>\nThe whistling of the lead;<br \/>\nThe air is heavy with the sickening stench<br \/>\nOf the many rotted dead.<br \/>\n&#8220;Get ready to go over the top,&#8221; We hear the captain bawl;<br \/>\nAnd a kid beside us new to the game,<br \/>\nSays, &#8220;Dammit, they&#8217;ll kill us all.&#8221;<br \/>\nI think of all the things I saw,<br \/>\nAnd the pals of mine that fell;<br \/>\nI know more than ever now<br \/>\nThat war is a state of Hell.<br \/>\n\u2014 Ray Cox<\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<p align=\"LEFT\">Page 14<\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\"><strong>HOW BEAUTIFUL ARE\u00a0THE FEET OF YOUTH UPON THE MOUNTAIN<\/strong><br \/>\nHow beautiful are the feet of youth upon the mountain\u2014<br \/>\nThe feet of youth coming forth from remote valleys and hollows,<br \/>\nComing forth from dingy coal camps and rugged hills,<br \/>\nComing forth from distant farms and nearby hamlets.<br \/>\nAll feet are moving steadily\u2014<br \/>\nAll\u00a0in time\u2014marching\u2014marching,<br \/>\nMarching into a beautiful and bountiful valley,<br \/>\nMarching not to the tune of bugles and trumpets,<br \/>\nBut to the mighty harmony of youth \u2014shouted throughout the land.<br \/>\nGirls that are willowly and quiet,<br \/>\nWalking slowly in paths well-trodden;<br \/>\nBoys that stop\u2014 half affrighted\u2014<br \/>\nSurvey the trail \u2014then forge ahead,<br \/>\nEyes brightened.<br \/>\nSome feet miss a\u00a0beat,<br \/>\nSome get\u00a0out\u00a0of step,<br \/>\nSome falter by the way\u00a0and\u00a0need another&#8217;s help;<br \/>\nOthers turn aside to take a lone trail<br \/>\nBecause of some strange and sudden impulse,<br \/>\nBut with spirit again uprising, and feet that yearn for the old path,<br \/>\nThey return.<br \/>\nDown they come those young and quickened feet \u2014into the<br \/>\nwonderland of the Mountain of the Pine.<br \/>\nAll the beauty of the world is here,<br \/>\nAll the world seems filled with splendor,<br \/>\nAll the world is theirs to love\u2014<br \/>\nTheir eyes rise to the distant blue horizon&#8211; and beyond\u2014<br \/>\nThey dream of an abundant life \u2014long and well-lived.<br \/>\nThose are our feet.<br \/>\nHear them?<br \/>\nIt is we whom you hear marching.<br \/>\nWe who tread from atop the ancient Pine Mountain<br \/>\nInto this valley\u2014 the\u00a0valley\u00a0of Isaac&#8217;s Run\u2014<br \/>\nIn the year 1940,<br \/>\nIn the autumn of September.<br \/>\nWe, with all our high hopes and young ideals, come into a new realm<br \/>\nWhere\u00a0our\u00a0dreams may come true.<\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\">Page 15<\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\">Within each is the song familiar,<br \/>\nThe Song of Youth.<br \/>\nWithin each is a fire unquenchable,<br \/>\nKindled brighter by the desire for learning.<br \/>\nPine Mountain School welcomes us as new children into its family,<br \/>\nAnd we become a part of the school.<br \/>\nWe learn that work well done gains words of praise,<br \/>\nThat fair play is the part of honor,<br \/>\nThat respect for our fellow-beings makes lasting friends.<br \/>\nWe learn that our school is not conducted like others we have known;<br \/>\nWe appreciate and love its customs and traditions.<br \/>\nIn the first days at Pine Mountain we perform many simple tasks:<br \/>\nWashing dishes to the slam of plates, cups, and saucers,<br \/>\nGaining satisfaction in the gleam of shining silver and polished table tops;<br \/>\nCleaning windows until every muscle in our arms aches,<br \/>\nBut feeling joy in seeing their sparkling cleanness;<br \/>\nLaying a fire in a big open fire-place,<br \/>\nSweeping and scrubbing floors until they shine,<br \/>\nIroning piece after piece of laundry until the laundry box is empty\u2014<br \/>\nWe come to feel a surge of pride in a long day&#8217;s work.<br \/>\nWhat excitement when a new work list goes up,<br \/>\nAnd how proud we are at a more responsible job!<br \/>\nTwo of us getting up at four-thirty each morning,<br \/>\nCutting fruit and making coffee,<br \/>\nStanding over a hot stove turning out pancakes<br \/>\nOr making pans and pans of hot biscuit\u2014<br \/>\nAll part of the work of getting breakfast for over one hundred people.<\/p>\n<p>Another responsible task eagerly looked forward to is work at the <a title=\"INFIRMARY (HILL HOUSE)\" href=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?page_id=4573\">Infirmary<\/a>.<br \/>\nEach morning five girls climbing gaily up the narrow path,<br \/>\nEntering the little brown building to a cheery good-morning,<br \/>\nThe familiar smell of medicine and cleanliness filling our nostrils;<br \/>\nStepping briskly but softly as we go about our tasks\u2014<br \/>\nBathing babies, taking temperatures, sterilizing instruments,<br \/>\nAnd caring for patients.<\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\">Page 16<\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\">We shall remember with pride in our hearts the many things we have learned to do at Pine Mountain.<br \/>\nWe girls have enjoyed our work and made tasks seem like play.<br \/>\nWe have striven each year to improve and make ourselves worthy of the life given us.<br \/>\nWork makes men<br \/>\nAnd men make the nation.<br \/>\nFarmer, printer, and carpenter,<br \/>\nEach has its place in the nation\u2014<br \/>\nEach has its place at Pine Mountain.<br \/>\nSeventeen and one-half hours a week,<br \/>\nOn the farm plowing and planting;<br \/>\nIn this way we earn our bread and<br \/>\nIn so doing, gain a new feeling of self-respect.<br \/>\nThe ring of the axe biting into wood;<br \/>\nAnd the echoing thunder of the falling tree;<br \/>\nThe rhythmic song of the saw<br \/>\nAnd the boom of the hammer on rock,<br \/>\nHewing out foundation stones for our buildings;<br \/>\nThe lowing of cows coming from pasture,<br \/>\nAnd the clank, clank, of the iron stanchions<br \/>\nSnapping into place;<br \/>\nThe thunder of the press,<br \/>\nRolling out the monthly\u00a0<em>Pine Cone\u00a0<\/em>or the\u00a0<em>Notes\u2014<\/em><br \/>\nThese are sounds we know and love,<br \/>\nThese tell tasks we do.<\/p>\n<p>Girls in their youth, new and unlearned,<br \/>\nEntering a new field \u2014 Home Economics.<br \/>\nSewing and cooking, living and learning.<br \/>\nA course in food preparation,<br \/>\nTo aid in the building of future home makers.<br \/>\nMaking a receipt <em>[sic]<\/em> file,<br \/>\nStudying different foods and their uses,<br \/>\nWorking together to serve dinners,<br \/>\nEach girl doing her part thoroughly and willingly,<br \/>\nAcquainting ourselves with the use of patterns,<br \/>\nMaking an evening dress for the Thanksgiving Ball \u2014<br \/>\nFor some of us our first one.<br \/>\nBasting and checking, sewing and rechecking,<br \/>\nHours of delicate needle work<br \/>\nbefore the dress was completed,<\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\">Page 17<\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\">A dress we were proud to own, and proud to wear.<br \/>\nTime added a new blouse or skirt to our wardrobe.<br \/>\nMay Day\u2014 girls wearing new dresses<br \/>\nMade from gay materials,<br \/>\nWith pleats, tucks, frills and gathers,<br \/>\nEach adding to the beauty of a new garment.<br \/>\nAnd these dresses we wear today,<br \/>\nMade with our own hands,<br \/>\nHands so much more skillful than before,<br \/>\nSkill acquired through patience<br \/>\nand long hours of work.<\/p>\n<p>A hand slow and clumsy,<br \/>\nWorks hard over a small block of wood,<br \/>\nWith tools new to the user.<br \/>\nAlthough what he first makes shows his lack of skill,<br \/>\nHe is proud of his work,<br \/>\nBut his ambitions and desires burn stronger.<br \/>\nTimes goes on.<br \/>\nThe small coping saw becomes a steady machine tool.<br \/>\nThe dust from the sander fills the air,<br \/>\nCoating the lips with bitter particles.<br \/>\nThe boy at the lathe, covered with shavings from head to foot,<br \/>\nBends over his work,<br \/>\nWatching every turn of his tools,<br \/>\nShaping the rough block into a beautiful bowl.<br \/>\nPaint, sandpaper\u2014<br \/>\nPaint, sandpaper\u2014<br \/>\nThe dingy wood takes on a lustrous sheen,<br \/>\nThat reflects the smile of the worker<br \/>\nAnd, he gives it the final polishing.<br \/>\nFinished\u2014<br \/>\nTo the boy who once labored helplessly, almost hopelessly,<br \/>\nWith the growing skill of the hand,<br \/>\nAnd\u00a0the increasing ability of deft fingers,<br \/>\nComes the satisfaction and joy of creating a thing of beauty and use.<br \/>\nBeautiful designs challenged the beginner,<br \/>\nAwakening and stimulating his creative desires.<br \/>\nHe has now produced something he can be proud of\u2014<br \/>\nA bowl, well shaped and polished,<br \/>\nA chair, strong and well proportioned,<br \/>\nA placque <em>[sic]<\/em>, intricately and beautifully designed\u2014<\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\">Page 18<\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\">A thing of beauty\u2014<br \/>\nSomething not fashioned by the growling machines of mass production,<br \/>\nBut by his own careful hands.<br \/>\nWith the training of the hand here at Pine Mountain,<br \/>\nGo the training and discipline of the mind.<br \/>\nWe delved into our past to discover<br \/>\nWhere we came from, what we are, why we are here,<br \/>\nAnd slowly we learned.<br \/>\nWe saw our European forebears<br \/>\nDevelop from savage blonde nomads,<br \/>\nSeeking shelter in caves while wild north winds<br \/>\nHowled through bare forests outside.<br \/>\nThis sparsely-clad roamer of the wilds<br \/>\nLearned to find comfort and safety in numbers.<br \/>\nThen a civilization from the south advanced upon him<br \/>\nAnd brushed aside his primitive defenses.<br \/>\nThis intruder built roads, trained soldiers,<br \/>\nAnd brought with him a new religion called Christianity.<\/p>\n<p>In time the intruder became weak;<br \/>\nHis yoke was broken.<br \/>\nStrong leaders of their own came forward<br \/>\nAnd welded weak, scattered peoples into strong wholes.<br \/>\nNations were formed.<br \/>\nWe watched and studied their beginnings<br \/>\nThrough the eyes of Rugg.<\/p>\n<p>Then a new land full of promise beckoned from the West.<br \/>\nSome were lured to it by tales of immense riches;<br \/>\nOthers came to worship according to the dictates of their hearts;<br \/>\nStill others, to escape debtors&#8217; prisons.<br \/>\nOn they came, in an increasing tide of humanity.<br \/>\nHere they settled and here they built,<br \/>\nSlowly molding this rough continent into<br \/>\nOur land,<br \/>\nOur country,<br \/>\nOur home.<br \/>\nThrough Valley Forge, Bull Run, and Gettysburg they toiled,<br \/>\nWith great leaders at the helm to steer<br \/>\nThe young country away from dangerous reefs,<br \/>\nThese men \u2014George Washington, Thomas Jefferson, Abraham Lincoln\u2014<br \/>\nNurtured a plant that had been slowly growing<\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\">Page 19<\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\">For hundreds of years.<br \/>\nThe plant? A government by the people,<br \/>\nWhere all men are brothers<br \/>\nAnd no man knows poverty.<br \/>\nThe plant had blossomed before,<br \/>\nBut the roots had not grown deep enough.<br \/>\nIt met drou[ght] and died.<br \/>\nBut\u00a0in this new western world the plant found fertile soil,<br \/>\nIts roots dug deep,\u00a0and it blossomed forth into\u2014<br \/>\nThe Constitution of the United\u00a0States.<br \/>\nThe\u00a0names\u00a0of the\u00a0men\u00a0who gave us<br \/>\nThis\u00a0great charter of\u00a0human rights mean\u00a0more<br \/>\nThan\u00a0mere words on a page in our\u00a0history book.<br \/>\nWe owe these leaders a debt<br \/>\nOne that must be paid in kind.<br \/>\nThey\u00a0laid the foundations upon which we have grown<br \/>\nThe foundations\u00a0upon which we must build.<br \/>\nIn science<br \/>\nWe\u00a0untangled the masses of twisted wire<br \/>\nAnd emerged with\u00a0a\u00a0crude electric motor.<br \/>\nWe\u00a0experimented with magnetism, light, and sound,<br \/>\nAnd\u00a0spent many hours over the microscope<br \/>\nStudying the darting, translucent creatures,<br \/>\nLearning\u00a0to identify man&#8217;s friends and enemies<br \/>\nIn this queer\u00a0sub-visible\u00a0world.<br \/>\nWe\u00a0dissected the bodies of small animals<br \/>\nAnd were amazed to discover that they were\u00a0much like our own bodies.<\/p>\n<p>Spring came\u2014<br \/>\nAnd we turned to\u00a0nature to\u00a0study her trees and animals.<br \/>\nWithin a month we learned\u00a0much of\u00a0their habits\u2014<br \/>\nFrom the humble field mouse to the giant carnivorous eagle.<br \/>\nOur spare moments we spend cultivating a small biology garden,<br \/>\nGetting low yields in crops,\u00a0but\u00a0gaining invaluable experience.<br \/>\nThen came our hardest and most interesting subject,\u00a0\u2014\u00a0chemistry.<br \/>\nWe dug deeper and with more interest\u00a0into\u00a0the material basis of the world.<br \/>\nWe were astounded to learn that in seemingly lifeless rock<br \/>\nAre billions of small, fast moving electrical charges.<br \/>\nWe went to\u00a0sleep with chemical\u00a0formulae\u00a0racing through our heads.<\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\">Page 20<\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\">Familiar equations kept slipping out during our work and play.<br \/>\nEach experiment served to push us onward.<br \/>\nEach new invention and discovery revealed a new and better world.<br \/>\nAnd maybe our chests swell a little to know we are the ones to shape this world.<br \/>\nAnd maybe we grow overconfident in thinking of ourselves as future Pasteurs and Curies,<br \/>\nWondering how many of us will continue the work,<br \/>\nAnd give ourselves, as they did,<br \/>\nTo the good of man.<\/p>\n<p>In literature we find the challenge to heart and mind.<br \/>\nThough we live in our little valley of the earth,<br \/>\nWe have traveled around the world and back again,<br \/>\nThrough the thoughts of others expressed in poem or story.<br \/>\nWe have lived in every age of Time<br \/>\nAnd surged through life and met death face to\u00a0face.<br \/>\nWe have seen the trouble of this wicked world,<br \/>\nAnd felt the urge to rid it of its evil.<br \/>\nWe have witnessed great deeds performed in every age,<br \/>\nAnd been driven ourselves to achieve higher goals.<br \/>\nWe have reached the peak of life in warmth and love,<br \/>\nSpoken from the hearts of others.<br \/>\nWe are enlightened with the noble thoughts of others,<br \/>\nWe have felt height of passion, depth of pain,<br \/>\nTremors of excitement, agony of desperation,<br \/>\nAnguish of death, fury, confusing turmoil of mind.<\/p>\n<p>We have often been awakened to beauty,<br \/>\nThrough the magic words of a poet,<br \/>\nMaking us aware of the wonders of nature.<br \/>\nTheir words have poured the beauty of the world into our souls,<br \/>\nAnd washed away the turbulence and poison in our minds.<br \/>\nThey have shown us spring\u2014 sweet spring to cool the anger,<br \/>\nThe infinite shining heavens of stars at night,<br \/>\nFrost to change the world into shimmering radiance,<br \/>\nA wild west wind that brings an exciting announcement of winter,<br \/>\nWhite flakes of snow drifting perpetually down to earth<br \/>\nSoftly \u2014silently.<br \/>\nAll these we see in brighter light,<br \/>\nAnd cherish them with deepened feeling.<br \/>\nNew thoughts take the place of old,<br \/>\nImagination goes on in her unceasing wander.<\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\">Page 21<\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\">We see the work of God with more understanding eyes. We feel His power, His work, His love.<br \/>\nWe have our own songs, ballads we call them,<br \/>\nHanded down from day to day, from year to year,<br \/>\nFrom generation to generation\u2014<br \/>\nGay ballads sung to lively mountain tunes,<br \/>\nSad ballads sung slowly and mournfully,<br \/>\nFlute-like, melancholy notes, that could come<br \/>\nOnly from these wooded hills and narrow valleys;<br \/>\n<em>Aunt Sal&#8217;s Song<\/em>\u00a0taught us by <a title=\"\u201cAUNT SAL\u201d CREECH\" href=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?page_id=6890\">Aunt Sal Creech<\/a>,<br \/>\nShe who was a &#8220;pert little woman&#8221;,<br \/>\nThe\u00a0<em>Ground Hog, Lady Gay, The Nightengale,\u00a0<\/em>and\u00a0<em>O! No, John<\/em><br \/>\nThese our heritage \u2014a picture of the past.<br \/>\nFolk dancing, another heritage from merry England.<br \/>\nWe dance as one big family on Saturday evenings,<br \/>\nLightly tripping to the graceful, slow movements of\u00a0<em>Hunsdon House,<\/em><br \/>\nSwing gaily through\u00a0<em>Lady Walpole&#8217;s Reel,<\/em><br \/>\nSometimes fast and sometimes slow,<br \/>\nBut always with a lift of the body and a soft light step,<br \/>\nAll moving together, linked in chains of friendship and gaiety.<\/p>\n<p>On <strong>May Day<\/strong>\u00a0our\u00a0great festival of dancing\u2014<br \/>\nThe processional couples leading around the May pole,<br \/>\nWith hands raising high, green branches:<br \/>\nClass dances, and\u00a0<em>Circassian Circle\u00a0<\/em>for all:<br \/>\n<em>The Princess Royal<\/em>\u2014 girls&#8217; feet moving to the quick light Morris step,<br \/>\nThe tinkling of bells, the swish of white handkerchiefs, floating high, then low;<br \/>\nThe boys&#8217; Sword and Morris dances\u2014<br \/>\nClap of swords and rap of sticks;<br \/>\nThen all circling around the May pole for the last dance.<br \/>\nLightness, freedom, rhythm, melody, Feet in step and hearts in tune,<br \/>\nGay times to be cherished ever,<br \/>\nAnd something of ourselves remains forever here.<\/p>\n<p>And we have learned the wise ways of co-operation,<br \/>\nWorking together, in our classroom and in our store;<br \/>\nBecoming a part owner; sharing in the financial ups and downs.<br \/>\nA turn as Co-op shopper; checking and itemizing each.<\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\">Page 22<\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\">The proud, triumphant feeling when no mistakes have been made.<br \/>\nReady! Action! Camera! Our experiences with the Garners in the filming of\u00a0<em>Let&#8217;s Co-operate\u2014\u00a0<\/em><br \/>\nLearning to be an intelligent consumer; to discriminate between the good and the bad, to choose intelligently.<br \/>\nFinding that co-operation pays dividends, not only in dollars and cents, but in human satisfactions\u2014<br \/>\nKnowing that united efforts toward mutually desired ends make possible a richer, better way of life.<\/p>\n<p>Then, our year of community service:<br \/>\nHome visitors cheerfully hiking miles through mud and snow,<br \/>\nOr riding horseback over hills in pouring rain;<br \/>\nStopping at some tiny house on the road, welcomed<br \/>\nby a worn mother who greets us with &#8220;Come in and set a spell.&#8221;<br \/>\nWe gladly lend a hand with the\u00a0daily\u00a0chores\u2014<br \/>\nwashing, cooking, ironing, or hoeing in the garden.<br \/>\nA little time is given to the children: a ride in the wheelbarrow, a push in the swing, a game in the yard, or a story by the fire. Or perhaps we find a cut toe on a little barefoot boy \u2014out comes the first-aid kit; or maybe a child is ill \u2014we promise to have the doctor call.<br \/>\nWe pass on, dividing our time from house to house,<br \/>\nFinally trudging back to the school, tired but happy.<br \/>\nOthers of us sometimes walk and sometimes ride in the bus to the little country schools\u2014<br \/>\nCreech, Little Laurel, Big Laurel, Divide, and Incline.<br \/>\nAs we teach the children new songs and games,<br \/>\nAs we help them to make valentines or Christmas cards for mother and dad,<br \/>\nAs we find and coach a play,<br \/>\nAs we treat the children to refreshments on the last day of school,<br \/>\nIn all this we are happy\u2014<br \/>\nBecause of the many new friends we have made,<br \/>\nBecause we have learned to work with others\u2014<br \/>\nTo think first, not of ourselves, but of our neighbor;<br \/>\nTo feel that it is better to give than to receive.<br \/>\nState or school,<\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\">Page 23<\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\">The principle is the same\u2014<br \/>\nMan being judged by his peers.<br \/>\nIn later life, the civil courts,<br \/>\nAt Pine Mountain, the Citizenship Committee.<br \/>\nEmpowered to administer justice,<br \/>\nAnd to create better understanding among all,<br \/>\nTo insure domestic tranquility,<br \/>\nAnd promote the general welfare\u2014<br \/>\nThese words are known well.<br \/>\nOur Committee does those things,<br \/>\nOn a small scale, perhaps,<br \/>\nBut it does them.<\/p>\n<p>The practice we get in living together<br \/>\nWhile in school here,<br \/>\nWill serve\u00a0us in good stead,<br \/>\nWhen the time comes<br \/>\nFor us to take our place in the world,<br \/>\nLiving under laws based on the equality of man.<\/p>\n<p>A bat cracks. A tiny object makes a wide arc over the baseball diamond;<br \/>\nA small figure races madly across the field,<br \/>\nShielding his eyes from the sun, watching the flying ball;<br \/>\nWith one last desperate lunge he jumps;<br \/>\nHis glove slaps as leather meets leather, and the crowd cheers wildly.<br \/>\nHe victoriously takes his place once more.<br \/>\nSuch moments of excitement hold the spectators in suspense,<br \/>\nMaking them shout and jump as if they were playing themselves.<\/p>\n<p>Football game\u2014<br \/>\nA long pass down center\u2014<br \/>\nHands clutch for the ball as it sails low over their heads;<br \/>\nSuddenly, out of the mad scramble flashes a figure\u2014<br \/>\nDodging, twisting, side-stepping, sliding\u2014<br \/>\nHe battles forward.<br \/>\nWill he make it?<br \/>\nA million thoughts and questions race through the sidelines.<br \/>\nThen, with\u00a0a sudden burst of speed, he overtakes the last defense,<br \/>\nAnd falls heavily across the goal line.<\/p>\n<p>Night on the playground\u2014<br \/>\nUnder the broad beam of the floodlights people swarm like bees\u2014,<br \/>\nLaughing, playing, fighting\u2014<br \/>\nLearning sportsmanship and cooperation.<br \/>\nClean competition,<br \/>\nBody against body.<\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\">Page 24<\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\">Testing\u00a0endurance,\u00a0stamina,\u00a0and training.<br \/>\nDeveloping muscles and minds\u2014<br \/>\nMaking men out of weaklings.<br \/>\nVaried are the experiences Pine Mountain has given us.<\/p>\n<p>One of the most meaningful was\u00a0a\u00a0play<br \/>\nWe gave in our second year,<br \/>\nThornton Wilder&#8217;s\u00a0<strong><em>Our Town.<\/em><\/strong><br \/>\nHard and long we worked, well\u00a0guided.<br \/>\nAnd then came the day.<br \/>\nEach one, heart in his throat,<br \/>\nMade his entrance and breathed more easily<br \/>\nAs the sea of faces below the foot lights were forgotten.<br \/>\nTears were in our own eyes and lumps in our throats<br \/>\nAs the last touching scenes unfolded.<br \/>\nCurtain! And then encore followed encore.<br \/>\nProud we were with\u00a0the pride\u00a0that comes<br \/>\nFrom work well\u00a0done.<\/p>\n<p>Other work has left us proud<br \/>\nLong hours spent on\u00a0<em>Pine Cone\u2014<\/em><br \/>\nWriting, editing, proofing, printing\u2014<br \/>\nAll were joys when one could point to printed word<br \/>\nAnd say &#8220;There, that&#8217;s mine.&#8221;<br \/>\nOur joyous festal days.<\/p>\n<p><strong>Mountain Day<\/strong><br \/>\nA perfect day\u2014a clear blue sky and soft\u00a0wind\u00a0blowing;<br \/>\nTrees and branches swaying in the sun,<br \/>\nLeaves of every color drifting through the air,<br \/>\nCovering the soft earth beneath our feet.<br \/>\nYouth trudging up the mountain side,<br \/>\nHappy, carefree, full\u00a0of the joy of\u00a0life.<br \/>\nA picnic lunch,<br \/>\nA wide vista from the tower of the surrounding beauty,<br \/>\nColors blending together, forming a beautiful<br \/>\nTapestry of our\u00a0hills and valleys.<\/p>\n<p><strong>Halloween<\/strong><br \/>\nGhosts, goblins,\u00a0and\u00a0spooky creatures,<br \/>\nBlack cats and weird witches,<br \/>\nAwaiting in every corner,<br \/>\nScaring the\u00a0wits out of some,<\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\">Page 25<\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\">Amusing others. Dancing and games\u2014<br \/>\nBlowing out the candles\u2014<br \/>\nDashing for the last potato,<br \/>\nLaughter, fun, and a grand time for everyone.<\/p>\n<p><strong>Thanksgiving Ball<\/strong><br \/>\nDim lights, beautiful decorations,<br \/>\nGirls in their gay dresses,<br \/>\nBoys in their white pants,<br \/>\nGathering at <a title=\"LAUREL HOUSE II\" href=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?page_id=6330\">Laurel House<\/a> for the event of the year.<br \/>\nThe orchestra striking up familiar tunes,<br \/>\nCouples forming sets for\u00a0<em>Nonesuch, Portland Fancy,\u00a0<\/em>and<br \/>\n<em>Jenny Pluck Pears,<\/em><em><br \/>\n<\/em>Gliding gracefully over the floor, enjoying the vigorous swing<br \/>\nOf\u00a0old English and American folk dances.<\/p>\n<p><strong>Christmas<\/strong><br \/>\nOpen House Day\u2014<br \/>\nCheery living rooms and open hearth fires aglow in every house<br \/>\nAnd\u00a0a\u00a0warm welcome for all.<br \/>\nEverywhere, glossy green holly studded with red berries<br \/>\nAnd evergreens brought in from the woods,<br \/>\nGiving a real Christmas setting.<br \/>\nAt\u00a0Laurel House\u2014<br \/>\nGirls\u00a0dressed\u00a0in white, lighting\u00a0candles and singing\u00a0<em>Silent Night;<\/em><br \/>\nOthers\u00a0draping the garland\u00a0from the balcony<br \/>\nOr\u00a0hanging\u00a0wreaths at the\u00a0windows\u00a0and\u00a0doors;<br \/>\nA small boy astride the Yule log;<br \/>\nThe dancing of the stately minuet;<br \/>\nMummer&#8217;s\u00a0play, symbolizing\u00a0old\u00a0England\u2014<br \/>\nAll these filling our hearts with the\u00a0spirit of Christmas.<\/p>\n<p>Victory Ball<br \/>\nThe\u00a0dining-room all decked with red, white, and blue trimmings,<br \/>\nA huge V for Victory hanging over our head,<br \/>\nEveryone wearing stamp and bond corsages\u2014<br \/>\nAll in celebration of our War Loan Drive\u2014<br \/>\nEnough money raised to buy almost four jeeps,<br \/>\nA special citation from the Secretary of Treasury!<br \/>\nNo wonder light-hearted couples swing on the floor<br \/>\nIn\u00a0step with the lively dance music.<br \/>\nVoices ring out in harmony\u2014<br \/>\nThe\u00a0<em>Marseillaise\u00a0<\/em>of France,<br \/>\nThe Chinese <em>Song\u00a0of the Hoe,\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\">Page 26<\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\"><em>The Pedlar\u00a0<\/em>from\u00a0Russia,<br \/>\nAnd\u00a0<em>Hey Ho!\u00a0<\/em>from merry\u00a0England.<br \/>\nPatriotism in our hearts.<br \/>\nThe\u00a0spirit of unity among\u00a0all.<\/p>\n<p><strong>Aunt\u00a0Sal&#8217;s Day<\/strong><br \/>\nApril\u2014 spring in\u00a0the air,<br \/>\nFlowers\u00a0and\u00a0trees putting forth bud and blossom,<br \/>\nDogwood and redbud\u00a0in full glory,<br \/>\nAnemone, trillium, and\u00a0violets dotting the woods and edging\u00a0the\u00a0paths.<br \/>\nUncle William&#8217;s family gathering with us<br \/>\nAround the little old weather-beaten cabin,<br \/>\nIn commemoration of <a title=\"\u201cAUNT SAL\u201d CREECH\" href=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?page_id=6890\">Aunt Sal<\/a>,<br \/>\nDevoted wife of <a title=\"\u201cUNCLE WILLIAM\u201d CREECH\" href=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?page_id=2005\">Uncle William,<\/a><br \/>\nPioneer in the founding of our school.<br \/>\n<em>Aunt Sal&#8217;s Song\u00a0<\/em>resounding in the valley,<br \/>\nWords of love, kindness, and gratitude spoken in behalf of<br \/>\nPine Mountain&#8217;s oldest friend.<br \/>\nAll\u00a0share alike in our little world,<br \/>\nEngulfed in this narrow valley,<br \/>\nOurs is the life of a family, large yet knit so closely.<br \/>\nLaughter, tears, smiles, and chatter,<br \/>\nClassmates and comrades, warm companionship.<br \/>\nBoys becoming men after four years of Pine Mountain.<\/p>\n<p>Fun\u00a0in\u00a0our\u00a0<a title=\"SWIMMING POOL &amp; BATH HOUSE\" href=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?page_id=1303\">swimming pool<\/a> fed by<br \/>\nA clear, cold, tumbling mountain\u00a0stream;<br \/>\nAnd on\u00a0the playground\u2014<br \/>\nFootball, softball, boxing, wrestling,<br \/>\nMuscles\u00a0growing\u00a0stronger.<br \/>\nOvernight\u00a0scout trips\u00a0to the\u00a0Line Fork Wood;<br \/>\nBurrowing deep\u00a0into\u00a0a mountain cave;<br \/>\nDaydreaming over the\u00a0top of a school\u00a0book;<br \/>\nFlying rides\u00a0down a snow covered hill<br \/>\nMany\u00a0times ending in a cold, wet tumble.<\/p>\n<p>For the\u00a0girls\u2014 early years spent at <a title=\"BIG LOG\" href=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?page_id=262\">Big Log<\/a>\u2014<br \/>\nSix and eight\u00a0students\u00a0to a room,<br \/>\nFeasts and packages from home shared\u00a0with\u00a0all;<br \/>\nJunior\u00a0and senior years spent in\u00a0<a title=\"WEST WIND\" href=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?page_id=5974\">West\u00a0Wind<\/a>\u2014<br \/>\nRooms for\u00a0two,\u00a0the\u00a0joy\u00a0of adding some\u00a0little touch<br \/>\nTo make the rooms our own.<br \/>\nEarly morning quietness, twittering birds the only\u00a0sound,<br \/>\nThen the steady ring of the rising bell;<\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\">Page 27<\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\">Going to breakfast in the cool morning air,<br \/>\nWhen tiny dew drops sparkle like diamonds on the grass;<br \/>\nAnxiously waiting for mail at noon;<br \/>\nQuiet hour on Sunday and letter writing;<br \/>\nGathering for a feast or hot strong coffee;<br \/>\nStudents linked arm in arm, pouring in steady streams<br \/>\nFrom the <a title=\"BURKHAM SCHOOL HOUSE II\" href=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?page_id=469\">school house<\/a> and <a title=\"DRAPER INDUSTRIAL BUILDING\" href=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?page_id=5695\">Industrial Building<\/a>s,<br \/>\n<a title=\"LAUREL HOUSE II\" href=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?page_id=6330\">Laurel House<\/a> bell calling them to lunch;<br \/>\nLiving, working, and playing together,<br \/>\nEach day binding us closer<br \/>\nIn friendship that lasts through life.<\/p>\n<p>American Gothic\u2014 tall gables reaching skyward\u2014 symbol of our aspirations toward all good, toward God;<br \/>\nThis, our <a title=\"CHAPEL\" href=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?page_id=485\">chapel<\/a>, built of stone and timbers, hewn from the strong mountain at its back.<br \/>\nThroughout our lives, we may close our eyes and see it through the changing seasons:<br \/>\nIn spring, bare dark branches burst alive\u2014and behold! a picture framed in the pearl of dogwood and rose redbud.<br \/>\nIn summer, greenness of sloping lawn, climbing ivy, balm of hemlock, shade of poplar.<br \/>\nIn fall, the miracle of Nature&#8217;s final fling in riotous color, mellowing to soft earth tones.<br \/>\nIn winter, the purity, peace, and blessing of white on ground, on roof, on bough.<br \/>\nNow the clear rhythmic call of the bell pulses throughout the valley.<br \/>\nWe ascend the winding pathway; silently the heavy, oaken doors swing open and close.<br \/>\nWe are filled with a sense of warmth, protection, at-homeness<br \/>\nA wave of thankfulness for all that is ours, for all that our chapel has meant, and will mean to us and others, wells up in our silent prayer.<br \/>\nThe stone altar, simple and beautiful in moss, foliage, and flower of Nature&#8217;s constant offering;<br \/>\nThe cross, illumined in candle light.<br \/>\nA vesper hour with the masters\u2014Beethoven, Bach, Mozart, on organ, or piano;<br \/>\nOr with the poets\u2014 Coffin, Whitman, Bryant, Shelley, Keats.<br \/>\nArdent young voices raised in song;<br \/>\nPrayer for the millions of God&#8217;s own who are deprived of the the good things of earth.<\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\">Page 28<\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\"><strong>On Thanksgiving:<\/strong> The altar laden with the rich golden harvest of our fields,<br \/>\n<em>We gather together to ask the Lord&#8217;s blessing, we hasten His will to obey;<br \/>\nFor the beauty of the earth, for the glory of the skies.<br \/>\nLord of Hosts to thee we raise, this our hymn of grateful praise.<\/em><\/p>\n<p><strong>The Nativity Play:<\/strong><br \/>\nDarkened chapel, filled and fragrant with hemlocks;\u00a0<em><br \/>\nThe seven blessings of Mary; I wonder as I wander;\u00a0<\/em>the voice of the prophets; the star in the East;<br \/>\n<em>Glory\u00a0in\u00a0the\u00a0highest glory, peace on earth, good will to men;\u00a0<\/em>the hush\u00a0as\u00a0Mary broods over the Infant\u2014\u00a0<em>Lullaby, thou little\u00a0tiny child.<\/em><\/p>\n<p><strong>Our Easter service:<\/strong><br \/>\nThe altar in Easter lilies, daffodils, and delicate fern.<br \/>\nThe processional;\u00a0<em>Christ the Lord has risen today,\u00a0Alleluia.\u00a0<\/em><br \/>\nChoruses from the\u00a0<em>Messiah;\u00a0<\/em>oratorios, the Easter sermon.<br \/>\nThe thrill of attuning ourselves in harmonious portrayal of compassion for suffering, and in praise of wondrous works.<br \/>\nThe memories crowd; organ music, soft or swelling, or majestic;<br \/>\nEarnest faces of our classmates occupying the pulpit, reaching out valiantly, sometimes hesitantly because of inexperience, toward ideas high and holy.<br \/>\nQuiet Sunday morning talks by our campus workers,<br \/>\nScripture coming alive and homely bits of wisdom striking deep into our understanding.<br \/>\nDynamic visiting speakers\u2014 Ambrose, Bailey, McClellan, Weeks, <a href=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?page_id=69846\">Hutchins<\/a>, others \u2014strong, good men with\u00a0messages that plant themselves and must bear fruit.<br \/>\nWho will forget\u2014<em>The End of the Exploration is the Beginning of the Enterprise; The Order of the Burning Heart;<br \/>\nThe Miracle in Thy Hand?\u00a0<\/em><br \/>\nNames to us inseparable: <a title=\"KATHERINE PETTIT\" href=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?page_id=424\">Pettit<\/a>, <a title=\"ETHEL DE LONG ZANDE\" href=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?page_id=1696\">Zande<\/a>, <a title=\"GLYN MORRIS\" href=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?page_id=1015\">Morris<\/a>, <a title=\"ARTHUR DODD\" href=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?page_id=1610\">Dodd<\/a>, Smith\u2014 these and many more.<br \/>\nSource of never-ending inspiration, our chapel, For this we thank Thee, Lord.<br \/>\nHere we have loved, and love:<br \/>\nThe beauty of the sunset,<br \/>\nThe mystery of the mountains,<br \/>\nThe quietness of the Chapel,<br \/>\nThe graciousness of the dining-hall,<br \/>\nThe singing of the ballads\u2014 melancholy and sad, bright or lonely,<\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\">Page 29<\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\">Bodies that moved, graceful and lovely, to the folk music\u00a0of their ancestor,<br \/>\nPiano concert,<br \/>\nPicnics at the <a title=\"LEAN-TO\" href=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?page_id=2663\">Lean-to<\/a>,<br \/>\nWhite snow on loft dark pine,<br \/>\nThe west wind screaming up the valley,<br \/>\nThe hoot of an owl at midnight,<br \/>\nForetelling the coming weather.<\/p>\n<p>So to each of us has come the unusual,<br \/>\nthe ordinary, the beautiful, the common, the gay, the sad,<br \/>\nthe forgotten, and the memorable things that<br \/>\nPine Mountain holds for all who seek its guidance.<br \/>\nEach has learned in his or her own way.<br \/>\nSome have gained, where other have lot,<br \/>\nBut to each of us has been given some of the gifts<br \/>\nThat Pine Mountain has for all.<br \/>\nIn our going from this valley these we shall take with us,<br \/>\nIn the hope of passing to another what Pine Mountain<br \/>\nhas given so freely to us.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\"><em>(Song)<\/em><br \/>\nAcross these hills our fathers came,<br \/>\nFound this land and here did see<br \/>\nThat man might live and love and dream<br \/>\nAnd strive his truest self to be.<br \/>\nThe words by time have made dear to us,<br \/>\n<em>Humanity<\/em> and sturdy <em>truth<\/em>,<br \/>\nDeep sprung from <em>honesty<\/em>, <em>self-control,<\/em><br \/>\nThese are their challenge to our youth.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\" align=\"LEFT\">For greater skill of hand and mind,<br \/>\nJoy of heart and friendship free,<br \/>\nFor quickened feeling, truer alms&#8211;<br \/>\nFor these our lives will richer be.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\" align=\"LEFT\">O guarding mountain, staunch and strong.<br \/>\nOur hopes and spirits oft renew,<br \/>\nHelp us and guide in all our ways,<br \/>\nO keep thy children straight and true.<\/p>\n<p>Ours is a war torn world.<br \/>\nBombers thundering over the Alps,<br \/>\nBombs whistling down in a rain of steel and death,<br \/>\nLeaving thousands homeless and hungry.<br \/>\nAnti-tank gun, the new bazooka,<\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\">Page 30<\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\">Barking a defiant answer<br \/>\nTo\u00a0the roaring challenge of\u00a0the\u00a0tanks,<br \/>\nLeaving them masses of twisted and melted steel<br \/>\nAnd the mangled remains of what once had been men.<br \/>\nFighter planes, screaming and diving,<br \/>\nLeaving troop trains jumbles of broken rails and shattered coaches.<br \/>\nShips,\u00a0steaming slowly into position<br \/>\nAnd blazing away with sixteen inchers\u2014<br \/>\nFortifications reduced\u00a0to\u00a0dust,<br \/>\nAnd\u00a0men\u00a0to splinters of flesh and bone.<br \/>\nFlame-throwers, attacking a dug-out,<br \/>\nArtillery barrages, bayonet charges,<br \/>\nThe staccato blasting of machine guns,<br \/>\nCutting men down like a scythe.<br \/>\nA sub stealthily slipping into an enemy harbor,<br \/>\nA\u00a0few moments maneuvering\u2014 left, right, steady, fire!<br \/>\nMessengers of\u00a0death\u00a0cutting\u00a0through\u00a0the\u00a0water,<br \/>\nA\u00a0troop ship quietly\u00a0at anchor,<br \/>\nThen\u00a0the &#8220;tin fish&#8221; strike home!<br \/>\nA boom as they strike and\u00a0another as the\u00a0boilers blow up.<br \/>\nMen, screaming and swimming through fire,<br \/>\nAnd dying\u2014 always dying.<\/p>\n<p>Boys from Pine Mountain have shared these deeds of horror.<br \/>\nFrom the rocky mountains of Italy<br \/>\nTo the remote islands of the South Pacific\u2014<br \/>\nTarawa, the Marshalls, Guadalcanal\u2014<br \/>\nOur boys have fought through them all.<br \/>\nFormer members of our class<br \/>\nAre\u00a0today defending the things they love\u2014<br \/>\nThe things we love.<\/p>\n<p>We pause to pay tribute to them.<br \/>\nTo Blair\u00a0in\u00a0the Army\u00a0Air\u00a0Corps,<br \/>\nAnd Bryant of the Marines,<br \/>\nCombs, Couch, Cornett, all in the Navy,<br \/>\nTo Engle in the Marine Air Corps,<br \/>\nAnd to Halcomb\u00a0with\u00a0the Marines in the South\u00a0Pacific,<br \/>\nHamilton\u00a0in the\u00a0Infantry,<br \/>\nAnd Irick who fought in North Africa,<br \/>\nLangford with the Navy off the coast of Italy,<br \/>\nMartin in\u00a0Hawaii,\u00a0wearing the Navy blue,<br \/>\nAnd Mclntyre, Nolan, Smith,\u00a0and\u00a0Wilder,<br \/>\nAll in the Navy.<br \/>\nFamiliar names, they strike\u00a0responsive\u00a0chords.<\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\">Page 31<\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\">The world will not always be at war,<br \/>\nThe ideal of peace still lives in the hearts of men.<br \/>\nBut before this dream comes true,<br \/>\nMen must learn to love again,<br \/>\nAnd cease the race for money and power.<br \/>\nTreachery and brutality must be uprooted<br \/>\nFrom the hearts of men,<br \/>\nTo be replaced by the seeds of truth and kindness.<br \/>\nOurs must not be the feeling of revenge,<br \/>\nBut one of understanding and tolerance.<br \/>\n<em>Honesty, Self-control, Humanity, Truth<\/em>\u2014<br \/>\nThese words form the foundation of our school,<br \/>\nInscribed in blocks of stone<br \/>\nAnd printed in undying letters on our hearts\u2014<br \/>\nThese words remind us of the task at hand&#8211;<br \/>\nOur task.<\/p>\n<p><em>(Presentation\u00a0of gift by class spokesman.)<br \/>\n(Presentation\u00a0of\u00a0Certificates and Diplomas.)<\/em><\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\">Page 32<\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\"><strong>THE SENIOR PRAYER<\/strong><br \/>\nOur Father,<br \/>\nAs we leave this peaceful home that we have loved\u00a0and known so long,<br \/>\nAs we venture into this war-torn, strife-filled world,<br \/>\nProtect us and guide our inexperienced feet in paths of light.<br \/>\nHelp us to decide the right from the wrong as we go forth alone,<br \/>\nAnd to lead clean, truthful, and upright lives,<br \/>\nThat we may be able to say with unfaltering voice<br \/>\nWe have no shame to face.<br \/>\nWe thank Thee for the many lessons we have learned here,<br \/>\nFor those who with patience and tolerance have guided our thoughts and actions.<br \/>\nGive us strength and courage to fulfill our tasks, whatever they may be,<br \/>\nAnd as we go our separate ways, may we prove ever worthy of Thy mercy.<br \/>\nAmen<\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\">Page 33 [back cover]<\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<h3 style=\"text-align: center;\">Back to <a title=\"CONIFER INDEX\" href=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?page_id=2352\">CONIFER INDEX<\/a><\/h3>\n<hr \/>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Pine Mountain Settlement School PMSS Publications (Published by the School) Conifer &#8211; 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