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S IIEN lIl1lD IIR IIP4lD XIII llI'LD 5 III A FOREST FIRE . Immediately after our arrival at Lake Sawyer in northern Wisconsin, we unpacked and were just taking an inventory of the cabin when we noticed smoke almost covering the southwestern part of the sky. A forest fire, which supposedly had been put out by the rangers, had been blown into quite a blaze by the strong wind. The campers, rushing from their cottages with all sorts of strange things, jammed them into already overpacked auto- mobiles. Little chipmunks came hurrying from their homes to run down to the edge of the lake. A porcupine came lumbering along, and growling to himself about the queer humans who got everything turned end for end, halted by the water's edge. I don't know whether they put on shows like that for all Hoosiers, but itvcertainly was exciting. Finally, we, too, moved out for we had not the slightest notion of what a forest fire would do. After we had placed the car with our belongings on the road through the cultivated fields, my father and I went back to see how the fire had progressed Without us. It seemed to have done quite well, for the air was full of black eye-stinging smoke. The sun seemed simply an orange,colored disk in the smoke. The whole scene was flooded with fantastic light which made people take absurd, grotesque shapes through our tear-filled eyes. The forest rangers stood along the road with shovels to put out any sparks that might be blown across. One fire fighter had a little hose affair that might have been effective in .putting out ciga- rette lighters but nothing much bigger. Climbing a hill to where I could see the forest fire as a whole, I watch- ed the occasional pines in the .birch forest flare up suddenly in an extraor- dinarily bright mass of flames. The flames gained momentum and swept to the top of the old veteran of the forest. A bird's nest was somehow dislodged and went streaming towards Mother Earth, in a self-made halo, for all the world like a great meteor. Meanwhile the needles on the pine had burned away and the tree now stood naked, its limbs pointing upwards, a ghastly skeleton of its former self. And as far as the eye could see there appeared to be trees with gnarled and leafless branches standing guard over the ashes of departed comrades and relatives. Smoking logs bore mute evidence of the recentness of the disaster. Only people who have lost their all in some bank failure can appreciate how the squirrels felt as they saw their homes, their food supply, and their tree friends burned in a fire caused by human care- lessness. That night we came back to our cottages and smoke-filled rooms. How- ever, even the excitement of the day and the smoke could not keep weary lids apart. Soon everyone slept. - -Stanley Lawton l8l
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V171 SIIENIMDIIR IIIWIDSIIT llI'LD 5IlI' A PEACEFUL SUNDAY If we could have foreseen the disastrous events of that memorable trip to Brown County, I am sure we would have stayed at home and eaten a peaceful Sunday dinner. As it was, however, our branch of the family tree set forth with light hearts in our noisy and rather dilapidated Junker Straight Eight. All went well until Mother insisted on a safe rate of speed, thirty-five to forty miles an hour. Like most mothers, she is an ardent advocate of moderation in speed, which is rather fortunate for pedestrians. Tut, the above mentioned vehicle, emits somewhat doubtful and peculiar sounds when she speeds over rough roads. These noises might be described as a cross between an erupting volcano and a volley of machine gun bullets. As I look back bitterly on that expedition, I must confess that the scen- ery was all we expected -in the Way of hills. I particularly remember one hill. After a sharp curve, we found ourselves shooting down what seemed a small mountain, at the base of which a cemetery was most appropriate- ly situated. - - It was Mother's idea to spread our lunch just off a little by-road and eat under the quiet and solitude of sheltering trees, or something like that. I don't know how many by roads we explored, but I am sure' that many a farmer's quiet and solitude was destroyed by Tut's noisy advent up his privatedrive way. Indeed, I have often noticed the expression of amazement and incredulity written on the faces of the unsuspecting country folk when Tut streams by. Finally, in despair of ever finding the perfect lunching place, we spread our table in what seemed to be a private orchard. We en- joyed the food immensely until Mother became doubtful about the good nature of an approaching farmer who carried a large rifle in arather men- acing position. He didn't even notice us though, and Mother, greatly re- lieved, peppered the radishes with great gusto. After our frugal meal we decided to lounge about and read for a while. This was a most advisable course it developed, for Mary had eaten a quart of beets to get to the pickled egg at the bottom, and, as aresult, did not feel as well as she might. Moreover, she was sulky because she was forbidden to read the fifty-second installment of a love story she had brought. Altogether, we were in a bad humor when we started for home, a con- dition which wasn't improved any when Tut developed carburetor trouble and refused to climb hills. Up to that time, Ihad been very well satisfied, but I bitterly remarked that I didn't mind at all walking from the south- ern part of the state to Indianapolis, but I did resent having to lug a ton of boulders most of the way. You doubtless know the system. One per- son gets out of the car, and places a large rock behind a rear wheel at lContinued on page 10.7 l7l
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l I SIIENIIDR IIPGDSW IPD 5lII THE OLD CIRCUS GROUNDS Several years ago, a little girl in a starched gingham frock trotted ecstat- ically along with her aunt, en route to the circus grounds. Having reached their destination, they entered a huge white tent, from the top of which ban- ners fluttered gaily in the breeze. Animal trainers were scurrying around and small boys were watering the elephants. A barker, shouting and ges- ticulating wildly, was exhorting the mob to see the big show. However, the side shows were open, and beckoned the eager child to gaze upon theirmyster- ies. The snake charmer attracted her first. How fascinating it was to see the reptile dance to the weird tune of its master's reed. Then she saw the marvelous sword swallower. The way he slipped the gleaming silver down his throat made a chill travel down her spine. After she had watched him eat razor blades and needles for dessert, the small girl's attention was drawn to the skeleton man. All of his vertebrae could easily be counted and even his floating ribs were distinguished without difficulty. Whenever he took a step, his bones clattered. Next, was the tatoo artist, whose body was covered with hieroglyphics. - Whisked along by her aunt, she now entered the main tent. The circus started. Pausing only to buy some peanuts and an ice-cream sandwich, she clambered to a seat near the center ring. The calliope shrieked, as she took her place. Soon a bevy of clowns tumbled about the ring, shouting and shooting. The little girl was so frightened by the noise of the guns that she tried to crawl under the seat. ' The pompous ring master raised his hand, and a hush fell over the assembly. After his announcement was finished, the way was cleared for the stars, the trained seals. The tiny maiden gleefully watched them spin bright balls in the air and heard them sing. When this act became rather monotonous, she looked at another ring, where the trapeze performers were daringly leaping through the air. She gasped with fear as one nearly fell. When the big show was over, and the applause had faded, the people crowded out into the sunlight. Dubiously, the heroine of this tale sought the dimmed interior of a gyp- sy's tent. The Romany seer phrophesied many great events which almost overcame her with awe. The smoke of incense curled silently upward and in the faint glow, the little girl listened to the mystic chant. It is several years from now. I see a little girl, clad in white broadcloth, walking sedately to a high school on this very spot. Having entered hesi- tatingly, she sees teachers traversing the corridors in a hurried manner. An usher at the auditorium door is urging students to go in there. However, unexplored regions appear more inviting to the girl and her companions. lContinued on page 13.1 l9l
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