Fort Madison High School - Madisonian Yearbook (Fort Madison, IA)

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vf '5'0'3T of Q E THE HIGH SCHOOL TIMES JUST A DREAM EMILY HITCH 17 sat around the fire that nlght Father Mother Beth and I How well I remember' I lay before the open flre rn the grate makmg bu1ld1ngs wtth my blocks Father sat on one slde w1th h1s arm around Beth wh11e Mother sat on the other her pretty fingers busy at some fancy work Father smoked h1s long meer schaum plpe and Beth looked mto the fire I knew what she thought of we d1d It often together weavmg dream stones from the tmy 1nv1s1ble creatures and strange black shadows We stayed just that way for a long txme Presently Father started to tell us a story It was that old one about the flax when the lxttle gtrl count ed the sparks as they flew up the ch1mney He had just fimshed the story when old Mose called Father 1nto the hall and soon Mother and Beth followed I lay there thmkmg and dreammg Pretty soon some one was talkmg I couldnt tell gust who xt was Then I couldnt under stand what It meant but now I know One spark one spark one spark more of my lxfe slowly dymg out Ah soon I shall d1e Gone forever and who w1ll m1ss me? What have I done to deserve th1s slow horr1b1e death wh1ch I know 1S commg to me? My whole l1fe It seems has been preparmg me for th1s slow torture How I wxsh 1t would cease When I was young I looked forward to what seemed to me then my hfe as I would l1ve lt Do you hate nasty cellars where you l1e an the cold dreadmg the approach of a horrlble rat wxth black beady eyes? Do you hate the sharp blade of an axe? Do you hate even the thought of that awful rendmg stroke that tears clear through the heart of your sutferxng body? I was happy when I held the new leaves each sprmg Then I longed to be away IfI had but known' The w1nd as lt s1ghed through the leaves or moaned thru the branches pleased me But that awful longmg was st1ll 1n my heart And now when l1fe IS gomng gomg slowly never to return my heart ached as lt never d1d before For what good have I done 1n my 11fe? I have warmed the llttle boy who rs sleepmg so soundly on the hearth rug before me I slowly opened my eyes The Ere had nearly dxed away leavxng the room almost dark only a soft pmk glow through the Whlte ashes I sat up and slowly one by one a few last txny sparks made the1r rxb 8 1 , . .113 :IQ S 1 ' X ' . . ', . ' A , , 'fo 05 ', . . . . . I . 1 v ' A 4 fx U Q3 . . . ' 4, . ii 35 ,bi , of 'I 'D - , . I , ' so ,, . . , . . , ,. , 1 - . 1 I ii 1 n 1 1 ' 1 ' 1- Y 1 ' Y ' 1 1 , . I , . ' Y . , . ' 1 , . . . . 1 1 ' t 1 ' I 1 . 11 , . ' 1 1.-1 1 . l n 1 I '

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THE HIGH SCHOOL TIMES noxse ceased every sense was alert and all eyes were centered on the field By the end of the fxrst half nexther sxde had scored due to the excellent trammg of both teams The crowd was xn suspense banners were waved frantlcally and yell masters ran madly up and down the hnes havmg for the t1me become human jumplng Jacks ln thexr efforts to create greater enthusxasm The th1rd quarter started durmg whxch the players engaged 1n a hard struggle and still the score remaxned the same Before the end the wh1stle sounded Fellow hurt Who was nt? The full back' Would he be able to flnxsh the game? No hrs ankle was spralned' Our last chance was gone as all depended on hxm Who would take hls place? Why .Tack Fellman the sub full back Nothmg was expected from Jack as he was a freshman and had anxrous glances of many eager spectators seemed to mdncate that they had gxven up all hope The wh1stle sounded again the fourth quarter started wxth .lack realxzmg that hrs playlng mlght w1n or lose for the Alma Mater He had seen the glances and was determlned to make good lf he should be gxven the opportumty One of the opponents has the ball He fumbles' Just as the op posmg guard reached for xt Jack snatched rt and dodgnng an end dashed down the field He IS tackled he clutches the ball txghter He as down' No' He xs on hrs feet aga1n and 15 strugglxng onward The crowd pressed forward Thoughts rush madly through his braxn Now s my chance The team depends on me I must do mt' In l'ns mad rush he glances at the bleachers but nothxng 1S d1st1nct except the goal posts yards away He 1S stopped agam' He staggers I must go on' I must go on' he murmurs Stxll he struggles forward Just a few feet more At last' He throws lumself on the ground the ball goes over the lme just before the whzstle sounds The v1ctory IS ours and Jack the sub 15 the hero 7 1 ! I ' 1 , . ' -. . . . 5 1 . . . ns ,, 11 . , . . - 11 KI - 11 91 - 11 H . . . , . . ,, ' I . ss . ,, ss I p , ' ' - H ' I never played on the team, so, as he appeared on the gridiron, the ' I I 1 I . . ' u , . ,, . ' . . . . ' . - If li ' n . ' . . . . . . ' ,

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THE HIGH SCHOOL TIMES bon hke way up the ch1mney Father came 1nto the room soon saylng Wake up B11ly boy I have some pleasant news Torn has been here from Caroway s plantatxon and he says that we may have the two Shet land ponles And that IS the reason I had forgotten all about the sad story of the wood fire unt1l now THE RACE FERN M KERN 17 fk,.,,, HE McFarland home was saddened by the death of the the father and husband W1th1n the house were con R3 ,A GE-1 '03 and Jack Dorothy the youngest was SIXICCD mne Q11 K CMJ teen year old Jack had just returned from school cealed Mrs McFarland and her two ch1ldren Dorothy Word had been recelved that Mr McFarland had mortgaged h1s home for a large sum of money to en able hlm to carry on h1s busmess Th1s came as a shock to the entlre household and Jack reallzed at once that he would not be able to re turn to college He longed to complete h1s educatxon but sa1d nothlng to anyone about 1t untxl a month had elapsed after h1s fathers death Then one day at the dmner table he spoke to h1s mother on the sub ject I am very sorry my boy rephed h1s mother but we must take thmgs as they come Young Dorothy seemmg to real1ze how Jack must feel saxd Jack you w1ll go back to your unxversxty and finxsh your course xf I have to go on the streets and beg I mean to find a way for you Bless you httle sxster but I am afra1d you are too young to real xze our s1tuat1on The next mornmg whxle walkmg down Maln Street she notlced a large poster ln glarmg colors Approachxng she read HORSE RACING Aucusr 15 Make entrxes before June 30 Inquxre at office 2nd floor corner Mlchxgan Boulevard and 18th Street F1rst Prxze S5 00000 ' ' 1 1 11 - 1 ' 1 1 , . 1 - - 11 1 . , . 69.1. X A12 . I ' - I A X s.. x ',, I ' .J , , Q I f 9 . l . 5 fpx X ' 1 1 1 ' iff' 1 I fy? - - ' . E ' 1 5 ? 'gal F ' I ' - , - - 1 . . . , , . 11 ,, . . ll 1 1 1 - 11 1 1 5 5. . . . . . 1 1 11 11 . . . 1 ' 1 ' . . . ,, 1 1 . , I 1 1 - 1 1 - -