George Washington High School - Post Yearbook (Indianapolis, IN)

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S IIENI IIHDIIR lIl34lDSlll ll'LD ill! l THE NATURE LOVER The Golden Touch no blessing is to him Who loves the broad, expansive green, That 'neath the fragrant Springtime air Lends luster to the scene. Who loves the red soft-petaled rose, The bursting forth of blossom glad. The beauty of the garden close In vernal colors clad. Ge0rge Mock l 11 l

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S IIEN lll1lD IIR IIPID XIII IlI'LD 5 III A GENTLE LAVATION 'One of the most amusing and diverting sights I have ever witnessed is that of my small brother washing his face before going to school. I say before going to school because he never washes his face in the morning un- less he does have to go. His method requires the least amount of soap and water possible. First, he buttons up his shirt collar. This is done so that, should the wash cloth slip on his neck, it would pass harmlessly over his collar and not Cheaven forbidl get down to restricted territory on his neck. When he is ready to begin the dreadful operation, he handles the soap as if it were dynamite, the water, carbolic acid. Having managed to moisten the wash cloth slightly and get a little soap on it, he screws his face into a knot as he touches it lightly with the cloth. In Washing his eyes, he grimly closes them and, with the cloth on one finger, makes a few gentle strokes. Eyes still closed, he tenderly touches Whathe considers the important points of his countenance-his forehead, nose, chin, and perhaps his cheeks. His ears are included only on special days. When he opens his eyes, they look shadowy like that of the refugee on a Near East Relief poster. What the wash cloth didn't get, the towel tries to get, and what it misses, stays for another day. ' I -Rufus Wheeler A PEACEFUL SUNDAY ' lContinued from page 7.1 certain stages of the caris progress up the hill. As I had repeated this operation for what seemed to be several hours, I wanted something to eat and said so. As the others felt the same way, we rummaged through the baskets. Our search was rewarded by finding an- other quart of beets and a few cookies. I took the cookies, and offered Mary the beetsg but, with a scornful look, she turned her back on me. - It was growing dark by then, so I took up my rock and started dogged- ly to work. The next hill wasn't so steep, and Ithought that we must surely be to the paved road. But no such luck. We were confronted by a hill of such appalling height that I felt like giving up. How we got over that, I don't know. It wasn't until after we had nearly backed down over the side ofthe road that we were miraculously saved by a bale of hay that chanced to have been left in the way. Such was our triumphal return to civilization, and I'd just as soon stay there. -Elizabeth Wimer l10l

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l I S IIEN IIIGDIIR IIPHDNIV IIHD ill! LOVE AMONG THE KACHIQUELES On the shores of the beautiful Lake Atitlan lives an almost extinct tribe of Indians, the Kachiqueles. The Kachiqueles boys and girls marry so young that a girl over twenty is considered old. The unmarried girls wear ribbons around their heads to distinguish them from those who are married. This ribbon means as much to them as an engagement ring. When a boy falls in love with a girl, he does not propose, but he takes this ribbon from the girl's head. If he succeeds in removing the ribbon, they are engaged. However, this is not as easy as it may seem, especially when the girl does not like him. To begin with, the boy has to stand for many hours every day close to where the girl lives, and when ever she goes out for groceries or to the fountain or river for water, he follows her. These Indians can run very fast, so as soon as the girl is aware that she is pursued, she runs and he must try to catch her. This will last several days, and both seem to en- joy it very much. Sometimes they call each other names or laugh, at other times, pretending that she dislikes him, the girl throws things at him, or if she is close to the fountain, water. Finally she tires of it and allows him to take the ribbon. In case she does not like him, she buys a new ribbon. Now that they are engaged, the boy must be tested to see if he will be a good husband. He must live with the girl's parents a year and work for them, bringing in the wood and water, building up the fire and helping the girl all he can. When the year is over and the parents of the girl think he is a good worker and will be a good provider, they begin the preparations for the wedding. The wedding day is greatly celebrated. All the relatives and friends of the bride and groom must be present. The bride prepares the big dinner, the favorite dish being the tayullos boiled in water. Liquor is drunk by all, but not until the ceremony is over. When everything is ready, they form a line and the bride and groom lead the procession to the church. After the ceremony, all come back to the girl's house. Now the girl must be tested to see if she will be a good wife. Everybody stands around the girl watching her as with her bare hands she takes the tayullos from the boil- ing water, and serves them to the guests. While she is doing this she must neither cry out, nor make a face, no matter how much she burns her hands. The guests must know that she is not afraid of work. Now that all the tay- ullos are served, the real celebration with its drinking, dancing, singing and even the burning of fire works begins. The music consists of two instru- ments, the chirimis Ca wood instrument resembling a piccolol and the tum Cdrumsj. The celebration which lasts two or three days, ends with the midnight son , a dance in which the parents, grandparents, and great- grandparents of the bride and groom take part. -Rosa Montenegro l12l