Butler University - Carillon / Drift Yearbook (Indianapolis, IN)

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Cbe prophecy First Gypsy — Coin si dcya, coin se dado- ' Pukker mandc drey Romanes, Ta inande pukkeravava tute. Second Gypsy — Rossar-mcscri ininri dcya! U ' ardo-mescro niinro dado! Coin se dado, coin si deya? Monde ' s pukker ' d tute drey Ron Kuan pitkker tute niande. First Gypsy — Petulengro niinro dado! Purana minri deya! Tatchey Romany si men — Maude ' s pukker ' d title drey Roh Ta tide ' s pukker ' d munde. (First Gypsy — Wlio ' s your mother, who ' s your father? Do you answer me in Romany, And I will answer thee.) (Second Gypsy — A Hearne I have for mother! A Cooper for my father ! Who ' s your father, who ' s j-our mother? I have answer ' d thee in Romany, Now do thou answer me.) (First Gypsy — A Smith I have for father! A Lee I have for mother ! True Romans both are we — For I ' ve answer ' d thee in Romany, And thou hast answer ' d me.) One lay ill and our caravan had tarried long in the season when the feet grow strong and bear one away from the barriers to which the heart clings. Restless and filled with the old. strange longing for I know not what, I wandered forth into the night. Dark clouds sped before the April wind and darkened the light of moon and stars. But afar shone the lights of the city, and I sought the brightest and followed the crowd that thronged to see Mademoiselle Bettina as La Gitana. Ne ' er were gypsy feet more light, ne ' er were gypsy eyes inore bright than hers. The free inovement of her limbs, the proud tilt of her chin, bespoke the blood of the lords of creation. But how could a true Romany dwell here among the stifling crowds ? I returned to the quietude of my tent, but all night the pattering rain sounded the light footsteps of the gypsy dancer and the merry face haunted me, and with it thronged many others of the half- forgotten past. Morning came and I sought her, found her — but found not La Gitana of yester night. It is only the play, she said. Last night a gypsy, to- night a queen ; to-morrow — Oh, I am tired, tired! I want to go back to the old Hfe and old friends. Oh! you are a gypsy! Tell me — you can know all things — tell me of the

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igog could do thing s, and once more lie essayed and man- aged an act in an undertaking, in which haughty beings and the Juniors and the lusty Sophomores and himself Ri- valled each other and played in a play. After that he set- tled down to academic things and became industrious in study ; then he disappeared and the campus was quiet many days. But on the next mund-up he appeared, confident, a Soph- omore. He bore clown u[)on the lesser ones, massed about a great tree, and calmly laid the now despised Freshmen low upon the ground, climbed upon their shoulders, plucked their flag from the tree with nonchalance and majestically passed on his way, victory in his heart. At the third round-up he claimed the golden Ijand of Junior upon his cap, and at the fourth, slionc with such cft ' ulgence that he needed neither label nor other ifislin- guishing mark. He held class meetings and made decrees, and the spring term elected to wear a long, black mlie and a square cap. as other Ijeings had done Ijefore him. Then he had liis picture taken and put in a Ijook that would drift to all corners of tlie world. He decided to make a last showing before he left, S(j he ga e a plav, coxering himself with glorv. That night he would eat with great ones that had gone before, and the next day he would graduate in the imposing robe and go forth from the college ]i(,rtals to assume the title that all gra e old Seniors wear when they go out into the wide, wide world. Lois Kile. n O

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old friends. You remind me of one of them, the mie who made the prophecy for our class in college. She foretold that I should become famous as an actress and that she should become a gypsy. But that was all in fun. When last I saw her she was a most proper schoolma ' am. Then I knew the brown eyes of Betty Bogert. (iladly I cried : I am she. And I was always ver} ' happy guiding the lives of many little ones until the springtime came, with its call to the stream and meadow and hills, and its strange will-o ' -the-wisp desire that never knows fulfillment. But convention held me until one day the officers dragged to my school a wild-eyed gypsy child. He stayed the winter and I loved him. Spring came. Together we followed the breezes, the clouds and gladsome waters, until one day. having wandered far, we came upon a gypsy band, his peo- ple. They welcomed the boy back to their midst and beck- oned and called to me: ' Tatto tu coccori pen ' , (Warm thyself, sister). When I sought to return, the child cried. The wild folk entreated me to join them; the waters called ' follow; ' the winds and clouds called ' follow, follow, O follow ! ' So I joined the Romany in their endless pursuit of the will-o ' - the-wisp. Oh, isn ' t it wonderful ! And did you learn to see the past, present and future — really? Betty breathlessly asked. No, I can not see all that. But the tatcho drom to be a jinney — mengro is to shoon, dick, and rig in zi (The true way to be a wise man is to hear, see and bear in mind), and if I ask, the stars and breezes and running waters will tell me. Won ' t you ask them where the rest of our class is and what they are doing? And this is what I learned in the loneliness of the night and what I told to Betty in the brightness of the morrow ' s svm : On the whimpering wind comes the tale of the mighty strife of the terrible Wallace, the woman-hater, and the valiant Edna Cooper, the defender of long downtrodden womanhood. She was leading a campaign for an endowment for But- ler College, to enlarge her lake for the acjuatic sport of the students and to conduct an exploration through Mars. She had appealed to Roger AV. Wallace, the great money king. She had appealed to his love for his Alma Mater, but he only gathered his dollars the closer. Then came the call for her to take command of the army of her sisters who were (Oppressed by the men tyrants, led by the great Wallace. They had only demanded their just rights and the terrible Wallace had employed his great wealth to destroy God ' s fairest creation. Remove them from the earth, he commanded. I sicken at the sig ' ht of them. Or, at least, give them a conti- nent to themselves. Then came the armv of the valiant Edna, armed with nature ' s own weapon, tongues, sharpened in many a bitter confiict, and with long, trailing gowns to trip and upset the