Published by The Dalles High School Students, June edition, pages 18-19 LIFE There are four stages to life, childhood, middle-age, old age, and death. The sleeping and the dead are but as pictures: 'tis the eye of childhood that fears a painted devil. As time goes on we realize, come what come may, that time and the hour runs through the roughest day. When old age comes to those who have lived and gained for themselves only they know what, they say, "I have lived long enough: my way of llife is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf, and that which should accompany old age, as honor, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have; but in their stead curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honor, breath, which the poor heart would fain deny and dare not. And after all, life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more: it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifing nothing. - M. McLeod Submitted by Earline Wasser