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

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I 7 Xa, lil C 4. 1 fd 3: 1 --gi L' fi-A V I K L ,, rr? , ' rrrt X .M ff dl I 1. J , f f A I- . A , , i ummm ., M111 WIZIZIZIIZIM fl W i r If .r'f'l--llzg 3227 iii il-..4lCflC., dress like that which she says l wore when l came to her. Now she remembered, vaguely, every- thing that had happened. ul can answer, 'Yes' to all those ques- tions, said her father, and add that you have a small locket containing a minia- ture of your mother. Nas-al My fatherlu Suddenly she rushed to him and put both arms around his neck. Yes, you are my father, she said. ul know it! Oh! I just know it. Her father, overcome by his emotions, held her close to him, kissing her tenderly. The old Indian woman stole silently out of the lodge so that they would not see her tears. A'lVly baby, my precious baby, her father uttered in broken tones. l thought l should never see you again! Father, I want to go with you, but I dislike leaving neinggo and nas a, my other father, because I love them dearly. And my little ne kau nis fbrotherl, and nedah wa mah fsisterl, but I love you better than all of themf, This last was said in a whisper. The next day, father and daughter left the Algonquin tribe forever, and there were many whose eyes filled with tears, for they loved the beautiful lshatasapa. ONCE UPON A TIME By Jo Tamalis, '35 The fire is burning brightly, And amid the flames I see A castle and a garden In the land of fantasy. The castle is surrounded By a host in armor bright 5 They are battering the wall away To free a captive knight. See! the wicked prince is taken, The keep is opened wide, And the noble knight is smiling As he steps to meet his bride. There is music in the garden And a table set for two- But my dreams are sent a-flying, For the log's burned almost through Yes, the castle is in ashes- 1 must quickly end my rhyme And leave my fancies to the land Of Once Upon a Time. , V ff .,,1w .-:gn l 'u Wi 5 .. . Wi ef, 15, H 'ri Q' 'N l 'f 'Qi 'fill' Ll 'I 'nm 3 --. ' - - ll l 'i ll l l lflll iy, -- Q' , 4 . f Twenty-three

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A If M Q I 1 f . - in Mila zluaazlall '1 ! llr2'Ii , Z , -.f'f'l--li. 3.2.3 231 'iL..lC,lC.p named her 'lshtasapa' because her eyes were so dark. The father, whom my husband left for dead, was merely unconscious from a wound, which wasn't serious, in his left shoulder. The arrow was still in the shoul- der, and, being unable to draw it out, the man began to walk in the direction of what he thought was the Virginia colony. He became exhausted from lack of food and drink as he had none with him, and he could go no farther. He sank down and fell into troubled sleep. When he awoke, he found himself in a strange place. A tall lndian was bending over him and the arrow had been drawn from his shoulder. The wound had been dressed and the arrow now lay on the floor near- by. He reached for it, but his shoulder pained him greatly. The lndian picked up the arrow and gave it to the stranger. He examined it carefully but didn't know which tribe made arrows of its type. The lndian made him go back to sleep again, and when he awoke, gave him a dark liquid to drink. This so revived him that he asked how he had come to be in this place and where his little daughter was. The lndian told him that he had been out hunting and, finding the white man, brought him to this tepee. He knew noth- ing of the child. There was an old lndian woman in this tribe, who, having lost her own son, wished to adopt the white man, and since he had no one else to whom he could go, he stayed here among the Indians for many years. None of them would Twenty-two tell him to what tribe the arrow belonged, because they didn't want to lose as skill- ful a hunter as he, and they were afraid he might stir up trouble between the two tribes. Finally, however, after many years, the old lndian woman told him, as she lay on her death bed, that it belonged to the Algonquin tribe. He set out to find that tribe and now he had found it. At this point the old woman's voice broke, but she recovered and quickly renewed her story. He--your nas-a fyour father,-has come to take you away with him, my lshtasapa, and I cannot stop you if you wish to go. While listening to this story, lshtasapa's beautiful eyes had opened wider and wider, and a perplexed frown ruffled her forehead. She turned to the man, who was her father. Nas-a, my father, is this true? she asked. But how do you know I am your daughter: how can you be sure? HYour foster mother has verified my statement, Barbarag that is the name by which you were christened. Besides, I know you by a picture of your mother. You are the exact image of her. And you have a scar on your right shoulder? That also l know. Yes-I have a scar. Oh! was there -there was a lot of noise when you lost your daughter-me? And was the man who took me away all dressed in feathers? Did I have on a little white dress with flowers embroidered on it? My neinggo frnotherl, turning to the old lndian woman- l'll still call her that-has a

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if if t me t a M .. - ll, llliltltltlltutltldtt t im!! 'M , ,, -ff . l'l .ff'l-IEL 12.23 .asrslla 5L..,cxC,lQ. CAPTAIN JOHN SMITH By Virginia La Rue, '35 A happy, bronzed, and bearded man, A swaggering, long-headed lovable male, Whose name was John Smith. Say what you can, They hadn't the right to put him in jail. He often sailed the ocean blue, With an honest mind, and a heart that was trueg His saucy ways, and adventurous life, Brought him hardships and days of strife. He was dumped in the sea, or so 'tis said, Till everyone thought he might be quite dead, But although he was soaked in the briny ocean, They never aroused his slightest emotion. He laughed at the gallows and scorned the guns. The people trembled when one cried, Injuns g But not John Smith, for he shouted with glee, And his bullets whizzed like the hum of a bee. His many adventures one could not tell, And why he once occupied a prison cellg Accused of being a traitor, and such, They later proved he got Wi'ngfield in Dutch of all our early American heroes That sailed the broad blue sea, John Smith, the ambitious daredevil, Did much for this land of the free. ' kv Amt. .bvllluc Twenty-four