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

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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

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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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'23 Il 4 f X A Y ,hir ...U-1 I li 7-1PfJ ' is. 'ln 4' 4 . 1.-. l v ' 1 1-'1j.:'Z-'-5 .- -L , ' .' V 3-Q-:ling ' f . - . -'QWQPQ si-N ' E , X., GaK -.X . maiden unless she was very outstand- ilr l ing or honored by the people of the tribe. She held in her long slim fin- gers some willow twigs with which she had been making a basket. Her lips were parted in a smile as she answered her motheris call. Then her eyes filled with wonder and sur- prise as she beheld the tall figure of a white man. His .head was bare, revealing thick, unruly white hair. His skin was tanned and weatherbeaten by 5 exposure to the elements. He was clad in lndian garments and bore , himself like a gentleman. He ap- peared to be middle-aged. His face ' was expressionless except for a flicker of the eyelids, as he saw ' ' lshtasapa standing before him in her young beauty. N lshtasapa looked from her mother I 'Wg WW 'u u1'f .ix ' f '-'f' pit , h 'J N3 i al' ' F ' qi +3 V- U ' 5 I rf , P ' 'S 'Q 1 1 ' : 1 n i-x -L: Q. ,.f ,r1v4 1j QF 1 in . -,ff .N ix , , ' 3 .is -' . If -:if'5'i5mI'I3 10 1 ., Ziff f , viigg' .t gps. :'..'i.. NL-:iraEl '- Q- X ,. 'U I -4 MW' ' 19- ' ' lm:-5:-ggi .-.Qi X o - -- if--.'-.:. . it 1 :K ,F-.fzegqggjit If. 1 .K r X ' xl 1:1 . ' 7.1 , .1 'X I '- . ' 5 I . f, Ig-f'-'s,,w,.:w :lv lil , -' 'IF if' 'N' X . . 381 .gf ' . ff .,. ' P 4 7 ' 4 . N' QI ig' ,fr 'XV I . I 0- '4 i lf' l 3 .R 'qh nff By Esther Cresswell, '35 H SHTASAPA CDark Eyesl, called a feminine voice from the lodge. Come here! Uh Cyesjf' The tall, slender figure of a beautiful girl appeared in the doorway of the lodge. Luxuriant, jet-black hair crowned an ex- quisitely shaped head and framed a small, oval face. Large, lovely eyes, overshad- owed by long lashes, were set rather far apart, and were very misleading because you couldn't tell whether they were black or blue. A small nose, and pearly, white teeth framed in lips of cherry red, gave the finishing touch to an extremely beauti- ful face. Her skin Wasn't as deeply tanned as that of the rest of the lndians, and dusky roses bloomed in her cheeks. She wore a buckskin dress elaborately trimmed with beads and porcupine quills. Her small feet were encased in well-made moccasins. This type of dress for every- day was very unusual for an Indian .. to the gentleman and then inquir- ingly at her mother. She noticed her mother's eyes were red as though she had been crying, and she was very nervous. lshtasapa's mother glanced at the gentleman and he nodded to her. Then the dark-haired maiden heard this story. Ne en jah nis fmy childl, thirteen years ago, the men of this tribe attacked an encampment of white settlers about twenty miles west of Virginia colony. The braves killed all, or thought they had killed all, except one baby girl, who seemed to be about a year old. Nas a fher fatherl, the leader of the white set- tlers, had taken the child in his arms, mounted his horse, and had started to ride away when my husband saw him. My husband let Hy an arrow which brought the white man down, but he held the baby above him. He took the baby, thinking the man dead. My husband left him there, and brought the little baby girl to this lodge for me to raise. The little one grew to be very beautiful. We Twenty-one