Central High School - Blue and White / Pnalka Yearbook (Springfield, MA)

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313: ipuyx 23 504111-o-more Zttgwtlly NCE UPON A TIME, many years ago, a little papoose was born. He grew with the trees and the grass, until he thought he was old enough to be a warrior. About this time he met another little boy, who also wanted to be a warrior. They met at night under the shade of the trees and planned a long journey. They would go across the plains and over the mountains, and when they came to a good hunting ground they would camp, and by their brave deeds earn the right to be called warriors. So between two suns they stole away and travelled across the plains and over the mountains. But they found instead of a happy hunting ground a place full of bad Indians. They had not expected this and could get nothing to eat, because they had brought no wampum. After a few days they turned back, came over the mountains and across the plains, and reached home. To this day one is called Boy-who-ran-away. - There were two young warriors once upon a time, brothers, who set out for the chase together. They journed for many suns into a country strange to them. One morning they came to a strange encampment where were many warriors of a different tribe at a festival. They placed the young warriors in a circle, near a great hollow rock, and made the brothers fight and wrestle for their amusement. Then they were allowed to depart. One is called John-who-fought-his-brother5 the other is named Will-Wil-Bur. Double-Day was a young warrior who hated sleep. He would rather do anything than that. One day the Great Manitou commanded him always to stay awake. That was why he was called Double-Day. There was once a pretty young squaw named Sa-die. She had a voice like a running brook,- now low and smooth, now breaking forth in laughter over a tiny fall, then suddenly rising in wild confusion over great rocks. She knew the charm of her voice and loved to tease the boys. Because of this her name was changed to Sa-die-Chaffe.

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24 EDI? iittpw A young Indian named Dwight came to a strange village. He was so quaint that soon everyone came to call him Dutch, from the name of the jolly little man who brought fire water to bad Indians. There was only one thing little Dutch could n't do. He could not talk with the young squaws. For this they called him Winter, because Of his cold heart. Today in that village the squaws will say, There goes Dutch-Winter. A fleet young Indian called Kings-bury one time grew very proud of his running. He thought he was swift as the eagle, and told everyone so. The Great Manitou soon grew tired of his bragging and when the young Indian was asleep sent the mink, Little-brother-with-sharp-teeth, who gnawed at a tendon. Then Kings-bury lost his speed, but did not stop talking. For this he became known as King-boaster. 'X in gl 'I' A X 1'i Algal gffr fi 5 If 754' 7 ll! l l P A . 9' X- 'Q' Z0 'W' fl Q- Xbx iw . Na, Q11 ',2!'M.'7