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

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1 SIIENIIDIIR IIPIDSIII ll'LD ill NNW MY GARDEN My garden gives me greatest joy. Most people think me silly To slave to make the flowers bloom And love the Tiger Lily. My garden cups a wee fish pond. Around it twine marsh marigoldsg Like saffron stars they shine and seem Such happiness to hold. The musky-scented mallow stands Against the fence in deepest shadeg And patches of forget-me-nots Whose memory will never fade. My garden's just a common place. No rarest plants are there. But it is mineg I helped it grow - In strength and beauty through my care. -Corinne Gingery THE OLD CIRCUS GROUNDS lContinued from page 9.1 For some unknown reason, they wend their way to the biology room. They marvel at the snakes and frogs, the bugs and butterflies. But the little girl is especially fascinated by a reptile coiling his shining scales.- Suddenly a bell rings, and the students rush pell mell down seemingly unending stairs to the cafeteria. There they pounce on plates, and grab silver- ware. When they reach their tables, they ravenously devour the lunch, in much the same way that the lions consume their daily portion of raw meat. Before the lunch room is vacant again, some of the knives have disappeared. One of the sword-swallower's grandchildren is in the crowd. Another bell rings and the little girl goes to the physiology room. Charts of skeletons are hanging on the walls. After she has thoroughly examined the bones, she de- parts for the gymnasium. Acrobatically-inclined youngsters are jumping over horses and bucks, instead of the bucking broncos their parents were accus- tomed to ride. Others are playing basketball, while the assembly roots for them. After the game is finished, rings are let down, and the skilled gymnasts perform. Thus the seer spoke. Did she prophesy truly? -Eunice Vestal l13l.

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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

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! S IIEN IIIGDIIR IIPQID Slll IIPLD 5 III THE SNOWMAN Once made and placed by careful hands, Out on the snow-covered lawn he stands, And as the sun shines day by day He becomes smaller and smaller and melts away. So it is with us people who may, As We know, have only a limited stay, We should be cheery and smile at our foes, And make the best of all that comes and goes. -Edward Findlay IMPRESSIONS OF A CONCERT AS SEEN FROM THE BALCONY The orchestra quickens and moves, The colossal audience lulls Like a flock of murmuring doves. A whispering of strings, It begins! First the overture starts As the curtain quivers and parts On the dwarfed figure of a man, As he stands, Violin in hand, Ready to voyage to the land Of the most perfect of beauty. The house is tense, The quiet dense, When, lo! Pouring out and up From above and below Come the notes, like drops of April rain, The silvery chords echo, are gone-to return again, And We hear the wind complain In the pineg The bird on the vine Pours forth his song soft and flutey. The instrument sobs and croons And howls, like the dog at the moon. The Artist swaysg His bow bends and frays As higher and higher the swell Of tone, like the song of a bell Pours forth in the darkened room To be lost in the gloom. 'Tis the end. Then a pause- A burst of applause- A tribute to the master of beauty. -Mary Ann Duke l 14 l