Central High School - Red and Black Yearbook (St Louis, MO)

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' W r if QM? r . . Muu nrai f .ff'l-IE. 12.2.-.19 Aer-qu: a,L...o.c.la.. results, and he also showed them how to raise their own corn for future use. The colonists had a good supply of seed corn fgiven them by some friendly ln- dianj which had been of no use until Tayoga happened along. The colonists and Tayoga received plenty of nourishment during the winter, and Tayoga recovered rapidly at the hands of the doctor. ln fact, at the end of the winter, Tayoga was no longer a wealcling but a perfect specimen of lndian manhood. Now to return to the chieftain who had driven Tayoga from his tribe. lVlaneteo's conscience had been bothering him and he had vowed that if Tayoga ever re- turned safely he would love him as his own son. There was to be an athletic assembly of many eastern tribes at a designated clearing in the forest in a few days. Tay- oga upon hearing this, decided to enter the contest wearing the colors of Mane- teo's tribe. On the day that the contests took place Tayoga appeared at the last realize that the big fellow was Tayoga. The young Indian easily defeated the other entrants in three-fourths of the matches, and at the close of the day he had brought fame to lVIanetoe's tribe. Afterwards Tayoga revealed his identity to the chief who was so filled with joy that he wept aloud. Tayoga unraveled the mystery of his change to the tribe and gave the kind group of white men all the credit they deserved. Maneteo was overjoyed and so amazed at the ability of the colonists that he invited them to accompany him to his new hunting grounds on Croatan lsland. This invitation they accepted read- ily. Before leaving the island, the colon- ists carved this name in the bark of a tree. They lived happily with the Indians for many years before they Hnally per- ished during a severe winter. Thus, when John White and his company returned to the island, he found the homes of the colonists vacantg and, as they never sought the colonists who had been on moment before the events began. Al- Roanoke lsland, their disappearance re- though the chief saw him, he did not mained a mystery. THE COLONISTS By 'William Stratton, '35 Plunging brauely into unknown lands Praying under brooding skies, Going singly and in bands. Seeking ever the hidden prize. Caring not for pagan wilds. Caring not for treacherous snow, Worrz'ed not by Indian guile, See them marching onward go. Finind anon their sought-for goal, Settling in the wilderness, Playing their courageous role- God bless them for their nobleness. Nineteen

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1931 PTEMBER THE FRESHMAN BOYS, SE

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T f Maman f , ., , fr ' .f f f f- ,, 'ff Q , JA , MH !l'tItIelllIilmlat1 Wil t ..., , D i' .ff'H--IEL. iii QFSIEJ ia!...3C,lC.. WINTER JOYS By Joseph Hossitt, '35 Winter months bring ice and snow, And on our skates away we go! Shouts of laughter, shouts of glee, Fun for you and fun for me. At sunset's glow, we're cold and chill Joyously home we rush with a will To radiant Eres that crackle and leap Throwing shadows that weirdly creep. Nuts and apples and marshmallows white For us there is no greater delight. Roasting, sputtering, bidding us eat, Along with our candies and goodies so SLUQET. When grannies clock chimes, we trot up the stairs, Whispering gleefully with no thought of cares. Candles in hand send wavering gleams On each little head. so softly, it seems. And so to bed, quite weary with sleep, Sinking in softness so comfyyand deep To dream of the morrow with thoughts of good cheer. When again we indulge in pleasures so dear. DAY DREAMS By Josephine Tamalis, '35 W'hen the beach was still and lonely, And the waves, so wild and free, Turned to restless ripples only, And the sunset lit the sea, When each ripple glistened under Countless rays of rosy light, Then my soul grew great with wonder At the beauty of the sight. And I dreamed of coming ages, Days when man would glorious beg Struggling upward, through the pages Of a grand eternity. As I stood, with fancy roving, Storm clouds stole across the sung And the pine tops, restless, mouing, Told of wrongs already done. Then the world grew bleak and dreary. Fruitless, then, my fancies seem. Yet, at times, in doubt, I wonder. Was it nothing but a dream? Twenty