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

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.Az ima M1 umm IWIQIQIZIIZIIIII '21 Wu p 31 'E L .. ' A :Q iii J Yi i HAIP I . L f .ffl-li. 3.22 .QFSIT 34.321, AN OLD TYIVIE YARN By Wayne Brinkerhoff, '35 E SAY ye want ta hear a lnjun story? Wall, l ain't adoin' nothin' right now, so l guess maybe ye'd like ta hear about Baldy Ackerson, would ye? Wall, 'twas nigh onta sixty summers ago, when l was a strappin' young feller, 'bout twenty-seven years old, an' Baldy was my wagon mate. l-le was close ta forty-five then, an the top of his head as bald as a hen's egg, but he had the bushiest mustache an' eye- brows as l've ever seed, an' they was black as coal! l-lis cheeks was fat an chubby an' rosy, like a baby's. Baldy was a little teller, 'bout five feet three, but he weighed 'bout two hundred and ten pounds. Bein' somewhat of a dandy, he always wore a black sombrero an' a broadcloth shirt an' a doeskin vest with brass buttons on it, an' his pants were tucked in a pair of calfskin boots that was always shined. l-le was a jolly partner, always talkin' 'bout New York Che claimed he come from theref, and the swell team an' bug- gy he usta have. l-le wasn't scairt o' noth- in' except one thing. He could trade bullets with the best of 'em an' flinch, and once l seed him start, whirl, YICVCI' an' pull his gun at the same time, an' blow the head off a rattler not four feet from him an' never even sweat. But if you mentioned lnjuns an' scalpin', he'd sweat cold sweat, turn pale an' groan, lovin'ly rubbin' his head all the time. fscared 0' bein' scalped, ye see., Wall, we was crossin' what's now Kan- sas an' there was only five wagons in our train. It was close ta sundown so we pulled up an' stopped at a place where tha sage brush was a little thinner than the rest. We had enough water for a coupla days or so, so that didn't worry us. There was sixteen men in the train an' no women cause it was a supply train, carryin' only pots an' tin pans, cloth, needles, an' such for the settlements fur- ther west. We drew tha wagons inta a circle an' made our fire in tha center. After supper ,lake Slanders was a- thrummin' his guitar an' singin' kinda' melancholy like an' we all felt homesick- ness gnawin' at our innards. Tears, even, were in some 0' the feller's eyes. Even Baldy was quiet. Have you ever been out on the plains at night, son? No? Then you can't realize how we felt. There was a full moon out, makin' things most as light as day, but when the fire died down, it seemed to pull darkness down around us an' the strummin' o' the guitar seemed to make the silence deader. The wind was a-moanin' an a-sighin' like a lost soul fmaybe it wasl, an' shivers chased themselves up an' down my spine as thoughts of death an' such went through my mind. Then we all was froze in our tracks by a bloodcurdlin' yell that seemed to come from everywhere. We all dived for our guns but one, Baldy. l had a glimpse of his clinched, fat hands, his wide, staring eyes, his white face, an' gaping mouth. l-le looked almost pitiful. l didnlt have much time to look at Baldy then. l grabbed my gun an' Hoppecl under a wagon an' began firin' at clumps of sagebrush that moved. The camp was Twenty-Eve

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fly imflf' . Ill. !E 'Itlilaluau2lil t!! ! Ilrmli . . f, .ff'l-ILL. 3.2-LLJ Q51 iL....2C',lQ.o in a uproar, guns firin', Injuns whoopin', men screamin' an' cursin' an' the beller an' grunt 0' hurt or scairt oxen. Someone fell down beside me an' opened fire with a buffalo gun. I knew that it was Baldy. There must have been fifty Injuns at first, but we was all good shots, so there was soon considerable dead Injuns Iayin' around. We kept firin' as fast as we could an' some o' the Injuns had gunsg so we made it a, right noisy party. All of a sudden 'bout ten or fifteen Injuns rushed our wagon, an' I brought down one with a ball an' another with the butt end o' my gun, but I had to retreat from under- neath tha wagon. I got behind a wheel an' looked back. Baldy musta' been too scairt to run an' 'bout five redskins had dragged him outside the circle of wagons an' was knockin' tha stuffin' outa him. I was occupied at this moment by two Injuns that tried to get into a wagon. I shot one through tha neck and lammed tha other in tha face with my fist. I had a right powerful punch them days an' that Injun never woke up. I looked back at Baldy an' saw that only three redskins was left. One of the missin' Injuns was sprawled on tha ground an' tha other was draped over a wagon wheel, unconscious. One o' the three In- juns Hghtin' Baldy grabbed up his bow an' rapped Baldy along side o' the head with it an' he fell over forwards like a sack of meal. Just then I sailed into them redskins like tha wind. Two o' them swarmed over me an' kept me busy while the other one took out a mean- lookin' knife an' grabbed Baldy by the neck. BaIdy's sombrero was jammed down over his ears, but the redskin jerked it off an' then staggered back like he was shot. I knew what was wrong cause the moon shined on BaIdy's head like a mirror. The two redskins fightin' me took one look an' lit out for kingdom come, but not 'fore I laid one low with a stone. I noticed how quiet it was an' found out that the rest oi tha Injuns had got scairt an' was burnin' leather for the next country. When Baldy woke up, I told him how he had saved his own life an' he laughed most as much as me. We found out that Jake's guitar had a arrow through it, an' Jake was ragin' mad. We had two men dead an' five wounded. After two years we separated an' Baldy went to New' York. I-Ie got hisself a team an' a fine buggy an' a new suit 0' clothes. I heard a few years later that Baldy had chucked his sombrero for a straw hat, caught a cold in his head, an' soon after died of pneumonia. EVENING By Josephine Tamalis, i3 5 When the breeze is gently blowing. When the sun has gone to rest, When flowers close their colored cups. When birds are in their nest. When everything is quiet- It's the time I like best. When the hot day's work is ouer, When the cool night shades draw nigh, When dew has pearled the grasses. And stars beautified the sky. Then I see the moon, The friendly moon sail by. Twenty-seven