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The knight was greeted by the headmaster W h o p r o m i s e d t o k e e p t h e k n i g h t f r o m d i s a s t e r
Which might occur from the large sums of money
He carried on his person; though he thought it funny The headmaster promised to give him a night's stay
And promised his fortune would not be stolen away.
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"Dear Spirit!" she exclaimed as her green eyes flashed, "He's seen a unicorn! Let's go see!"
They trotted back across the meadow and followed Hiram through a small copse, then across a pair of shallow streams, and finally•t:ame to a halt at the
summit of a ridge of steep. hills. Lying flat on the ground and peering over the rim, Into the valley below, they could see the unicorn, majestic white, casually grazing among the wildflowers.
It wandered the valley and the opposite hillside as they stared
in reverence. Then it raised its head, boldly rippling its long mane, and sniffed the air for
several moments. It snorted
once, stamped the ground, and
fixed him with a stare which
penetrated him and chilled to the (Continued on page tent
Creative
Writing
The best works entered in this fall's creative writing contest,
sponsored by The Meteor, appear in these two successive pages. (One exception, Garrett Jeter's story, continued from the
November issue, appears on page 13.) The winners in each age group, as decided upon by the staff, will receive a gift cer· tificate to the VE.S. snack bar. They are as follows:
Doug Huszti (winner for grades 7-81
David Basham
and Scott Janow (co-winners,.grade 9-101 Garrett Jeter and
John Sullivan (co-winners, grades 11-121
The staff would like to take this
opportunity to thank everyone
who entered a poem or story for •
revtew.
"Life Isn't Like That," Their Righteous Voices Droned~
Chaucer Revised
this isn't real. Life just isn't like that, they all say."
"Do you believe them?"
"I guess not."
"Then you've naught to worry
over...
"Guess not."
Then Hiram appeared on the horizon. The tiny dragonlet's wings were pumping and flutter- ing furiously. Light puffs of smoke exploded periodically from his flared nostrils. When he reached them, he hovered, flit- ting about the little girl's head like a hummingbird, his tail coil-
ed under him. He shot more small clouds of smoke into the air rapidly, every once in a while ex- citedly punctuating them with short, brassy roars.
In the Blue Ridge there is to behold
An obscure prep school I have been told
Where dashing young scholars toil at their books
Known for their cunning craft and good looks
"To the full stature of Manhood" their motto did read Where young lads could come to house, learn, and feed.
Upon this noble school there came a white knight Projecting from his steed a most venerable sight Wearing silver armor, sword and his shield. Fresh from his crusade's last battlefield. Adorning his horse's back, he was so bold
as to carry the spoils of the battle, his gold.
Upon his arrival the students dropped their books and ran. To see the gallant knight with so much gold at hand Staring carefully at the knight and his horse as they trotted Smiling and watching the gold,.they had spotted
"I'll have some of that gold for myself by thurider"
Each one said to himself as they stood in the yard and pondered.
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That day during classes that knight he went through
The school and tried to pick up a fact or two
To "Cathedral" he went the students thought him funny
He made a "B" on the test and was labeled instantly a dummie Knowing he was wealthy but not very bright
The students all plotted to swindle him that same night.
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The knight went to Bauer's office to bed down
The best place to put strange guests the headmaster had found Into the room walked a shy coy young lad
And with a loud whimper made it known, he was sad
The gallant young knight not realizing the trick
Saw the boy so pathetic, meek and sick.
"I'm so sad, I'll have to leave, that I know
For I have no money to pay the school to go
To the paradise of learning I know it to be I'm a very poor orphan boy as you can see" Hearing his story with a large tear in his eye
The knight said, "Take a bag of gold and good-bye."
A few minutes later in the office there came
Awe)) dressed young man pointing a finger of blame His appearance and demeanor so shook the knight That he thought he would have to flee or to fight The youth carried a brief case wore glasses and such Quickly the knight knew the I.R.S. wanted much.
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(to be continued in the January l&&uel
by John Sullivan
They had run, hand in hand•
across the meadow, he, bounding and leaping erratically through
the chest-high grass; she, skim- ming smoothly, an inch above the
ground. Just as it seemed he equid run no farther, they broke
out of the grass and he collapsed onto the riverbank as she neatly folded her wings and settled lightly to the ground beside him in a sitting position. She watched him with amusement as he panted and laughed at the same
time, and idly stroked a leaf beside her.
"I wish you had to really run,
just once," he said when he
regained his breath. "That would show you."
"Race back across the meadow?" she asked in her high, rich voice, "Both running?"
"Oh n~! You're too good." He paused. "Where's Hiram gone?"
"My, I surely don't know. I im- agine he'll be along."
Then they sat silently on the riverbank for a time, watching the gleaming, silver water of the river go rushing, tumbling by them. Neither knew where, if
anywhere, the · river finally went_ They simply accepted the rush of the water and blended it with the music, half heard, half felt, which drifted on the air. Then they thanked the river, each dropping in a single leaf which was rapidly swirled away to join the river's other treasures.
"Lilith?" he asked softly. uY es?''
"Are you real?"
"Of course!" she said, unthink-
ing. Then, she stiffened a bit.
"Why?
• They keep telling me that all
"What's he say?" he asked.
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