Adel High School - Scarlet and Black Yearbook (Adel, IA)

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Song of Hiawatha. All ye classmates, all ye schoolmates, All ye of the tribe of old Adelians, Every squaw and every warrior, ' Gather round the camp fire's circle, And your minds from books dismissing, l..ist the story of our Chieftain, This, the song of Hiawatha. vs as as First, the chief of all the chieftains, Lincleman, mightiest of the great ones, Always leader on the war path, Always speaker in Assembly. How the young squaws and young warriors Groan within themselves, some out loud, When forward he advances To the full light of the campfire. Tells them of their many evils, Of the numerous rules they've brokeng And to break up the bad feelings Tells some funny That reminds me. He it is who has traveled greatly, Visited all the tribes for miles round, Shows us pictures from a lantern Of the numerous ways and customs ' Practiced by the people far off. But love we all Chief Lindeman, Our Prof., the mighty warrior. Next is Fowler, mighty Chieftain, Seldom smiling, always sober. Who but lately left his people, Left his tribe and old hunting grounds: Came to teach all the young braves How to tackle, how to run fast, I-low to jump high, how to strike last. Makes them live on meal and bear meat Will not let them eat the sweet roots, When the squaws do tempt them so. 'Thus it is they win OJ the battles, When they meet with other tribesmen. Also teaches the new tribesmen, Freshies they are well known as, How the Sun God, when he's well pleased, Smiles and shines his light upon us. To the older tribesmen of the great tribe, Teaches how to fit the arrow, l-low to carve the bow from hickory, l-low to make the arrow straighter, When and where to pull the bowstring. Surely he is a Great Chieftain.

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A number of days passed and Marjorie played alone. Then one day as she was sitting on the bank of the brook she heard someone whistling, and, looking up, she saw a tall, bronzed young man. Parting the bushes, he stopped short and stared at her fit seemed to Marjorie, for a full minute. Then he tipped his hat and said, I beg your pardon, I didn't know anyone was near. Marjorie laughed. She liked the looks of this young man and decided to try once more to find her lost childhood. Won't you come and help me? she asked, 'Tm trying to find a place to build my playhousef' After this the days went faster. Marjorie told her aunt about it. and the older woman smiled queerly. He was invited to dinner and while there told them that he was home from college for the summer and that his name was Robert Burton, that he loved farming and he also related many other facts about himself and his neighborhood. Then one day the inevitable happened. When all was going smoothly, Bob suddenly ruflled the even current by asking Marjorie to marry him. Oh, Bob, she cried. Now you've spoilt it all and when I was having the time of my life. We're children, Bob, we can't Marjorie was actually tearful. Don't children play house? he questioned gravely. Can't we too? Please say yes. Yes, but- began Marjorie. There, you've said it! he cried, and so, hand-in-hand, they ran to tell Aunt Marjorie, who, wiser, than most mortals, didn't say, I told you so. D. D. 'l6. I've taken quite a fancy to you, dear, And I'd like to paddle your canoe. And I fancy you could love me, dear, Or you wouldn't act the way you do. There's something in your style and manner, There's something seems to tell me true, It's just because you are my little dearie, You're the sweetest little girl I ever knew. H. V. M. 'l6.

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Many great squaws dwell among us, Winsome, smiling with much knowledge, First among these comes Squaw Axten, With Haxen hair like heap big dolly, With blue eyes like skies of summer, With the soft sound when she speaks. Takes the Chief's place in Assembly, When from our midst he travels. Reprimands the squaws and warriors When they linger in the hallways. Makes the fair squaws and young braves Search the book of the Great Spirit, All the dictionaries and great volumes, Looking for the derivation Of some word and for its meaning. Makes them point out all the figures, Etymology, Rhetoric and the Syntax. If they whisper, makes them linger Till the Sun God has rested long, Or if they're bad in classes, Makes them work till they no like it. Yet we love our dear Squaw Axten. Next to her is learned Squaw Joy. She has longest been among us, And has studied from her childhood, All the wonders of the heavens, All the happenings great and small Which occurred in the moons before us, In the time called pre-historic. Shares her knowledge to all students Who desire to know heap much more. Also teaches other students Of the speeches made by Vergil When in the heat of anger Of the tongue-fights he is famous. Often does the sun come up and go down, 'Ere her students have ceased working On the never-ending compounds, On the sentences and long verbs That are found in his speeches. Love we all our great Squaw Joy. Then comes Thomson, sweet and laughing, With the smile like bright sunshineg But four moons since she to please us Came to teach the squaws and warriors I-low to fight Math, our greatest foeman. Makes them hand in notebooks monthly, Makes us all work like madmeng Drawing lines and making circles Which should meet in certain places. Let some who have yet small knowledge