Granville High School - Blue and White Yearbook (Granville, OH)

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10 BLUE AND WHITE g ., ,. ll A JAPANESE LEGEND It is a very old tale I am going to tell you, a tale so old that neither you nor I can remember, a tale of long, long centuries ago. Will you deign to listen while I tell you the story of Luka San, the sun child, a story 'tis said was whispered to them by the winds in the tree-tops as 'twas told to them long ages ago. In the North Land it is still dark, cold, winter, but in Japan, it is glorious spring- time. The cherry blossoms waft their dainty fragrance over the God blessed land,and the sun, made happy again by the returning flowers sheds his golden glory over the whole, transforming the land into an oriental paradise. But nowhere did the sun rays call more carressingly than on the bowed head of Luka San as she sat at her window, looking out over the country where the twin spires of the grey old castle rose over the tree tops beyond the farthest bank of the river. Today was the feast of the Pulvichiki, and also the wedding day of the prince Tung Kan, and today poor, little Luka San's heart was breaking. A cry of exaltation woke her from her reverie and glancing out into the street she felt her heart sink within her. Down the cobble-stone highway, gleaming with banners and sparkling with jewels came the wedding procession and seeing it Luka San knew in her heart of hearts that in that bright array ended all her happiness. Luka San, Luka San, came a voice from the door way, Come quickly, the pro- cession is here, the bridal chair is all ready for you. Luka San rose, and taking the child's hand said softly, Luka San will not ride in the bridal chair today, Franki La. The princess Luseiki is the bride of Funk Kan. Luka San is not worthy to wed a prince. The eyes of Franki La flashed fire. Who has said that the sun child is not worthy to wed Fung Kan '? was her indignant query. Hush child, warned Luka San, They are the words of Muneiko. We must not gainsay our king. Run child, lay these gifts at the feet of the princess. But Franki La held back. I will lay nothing at her feet, she said defiantly. Go you and lay them there and when the great king sees how your beauty excels the princess' he will be ashamed. The wedding procession had halted to receive the gifts and Luka San, snatching up her parcels wrapped in red, as was the custom at a wedding, hurried out to the bridal chair. The crowd had presented their gifts and were falling back when Luka San, her eyes downcast, approached' the bridal chair and laid the gifts at the princess' feet, then moved by an unknown impulse she raised her eyes to those of Fung Kan as he sat near the princess on his snow white charger. How handsome and brave he looked. Instantly Luka San was lost in the memories of other days when she and Tung Kan wandered over the fields together. The crowds were forgotten and the world in which she now lived was a world only for Luka San and her lover until a hold, mocking laugh rang in her ears. - So this is the girl who wished to wed the prince, cried Luseiki, her trained lips forming themselves into a broad ironical smile. Do not frown so my lovely, I am not deceived, and she laughed again and clapped her jewel bedecked hands. Luka San took a step nearer the princess, but the smile, which she had mistaken for one of friendship, vanished as quickly as it came and the too regular features con- tracted into an ugly scowl as she met the girl's approach. Girl, she cried, her voice husky with passion, for she could not mistake the look that Fung Kan had bent upon her rival, Who are you to crave the love of a prince, you who are not worthy to even look upon him. Go and play with your dolls, and if you would wed, pick one of these young swains, more fitting for your mate than a prince. Fung Kan would rather die than wed such as you. Bah! I laugh at your folly. A dangerous light leaped into the eyes of Luka San, In vain her lover endeavored to catch her glance and to bid her be patient, but Luka San had born too much to be patient longer. Princess Luseiki,' she cried, looking defiantly into the eyes of the proud woman.

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BLUE ANDQNHITE H W W W l x 3 FRANCES BACON French Club, Y. W. C. A. 13, 43g Annual Staff, Burns. Did you ever wonder what Frances would look like without her specs ? We don't hear her talk very much, but they say she can talk to her fatherf' We have also heard much about her picture being the best in the class. Oh you'll make your way in the world all right, Frances. LUCIE DRAPER Class Secretary 121g White 13, 4Jg Y. W. French Club. Whom they can put mental next year, don't know. But we do think that our great great grand-children will probably be study- ing about her in American Literature some day. You see we are expecting great things from you, Lucie. Annual Staff, Blue and C. A. 11, 2, 3, 433 Burns, on thc Literary depart- to fill Lucie's place we FRANK WILLIAMS Blue and White 1435 Annual Staffg Whittier, Foot Ball 141, Basket Ball 133, 413 Base Ball 133, Manager 1453 Class Play. Plinkey used to be a pretty steady sort of fellow and he's still one but it's a clilfercnt kind of a steady --Delia, you know. Frank has been with us from the primary up and we'll all be sorry to leave him. LENCRA WEETER Glfe Club 11, 2, 3, 41. Lf-nora is our charming little dancer. Dates are her specialty. French is not, that's cer- tain! Never ll ind, Lenora, we know you'll lead 'em a n erry chase. We heard some one say you intended to be a nurse. Do! We'll guarantee you all the patients you need.

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7 7 BLUE AND w You may heap your scorn upon me as you will, I cannot withstand you there, but I will tell you one thing before I go. The prince Fung Kan is yours only in name. I have his heart and will have it till the end of time. Only a few hours ago he has sworn his love to me in words such as you will never hear from his lips. Go and glory in your triumph if such you may call it, and I will glory in mine. The crowd was dumb with horror, and because they loved Luka San they feared for her. None dared protect her against the wrath of a king. Fung Kan on his white mount saw and feared also. Once he thought of defending her, but he knew it would only make the princess' vengeance more terrible. The princess, pale with anger half rose from her couch of Howers and in tones that betrayed her passion said: Very well, my lovely. You have said your say and now you shall know the full meaning of a princess' vengeance. Then turning to her attendants she said: Seize the little villain, take her to the dungeon and treat her a beggar should be treated who has dared to love a prince. She then ordered the procession to move onward. Luka San did not struggle with her captors, but went with them proudly, defiantly still. She cared little what became of her. She had none in the world save Fanki La and she knew that her sister would be cared for by friends. Fung Kan was lost to her forever and she wished for nothing better than to die. In her gloomy dark prison cell, she brooded over the only happiness she had left, her memories of the happy hours she had spent with Tung Kan. Through the barred windows the sounds of laughter and revelry from the feast came to her faintly on the night air, mingled with the scent of the cherry blossoms. High up in the tower room of the grey, old, castle, Wanki, the crafty, Wanki, the wise, sat and pondered over his wondrous ball. A11 was silent in the old room save the sputtering of the tallow candle which sent forth a yellow glow over the center of the room but left the crevices and nooks in the mysteries of shadow or the occasional chuckle of the old hermit as he read his magic ball. He had sat thus for some time when. suddenly the heavy barred door creaked on its hinges and the figure of a woman, heavily veiled appeared in the door way. The old man seemed not at all surprised at her unheralded presence, but without turning around said, Come in princess Luseiki. I have been expecting you. The princess started, how could this old man, wise though he be, know her deadly purpose. The old wizard laughed at her surprise and a fiendish twinkling came into his eyes as he said: Ah, princess Luseiki, do not pride yourself that any move you have made today has not been known by Wanki. My wonderful ball has told me everything. You have come here tonight to ask my aid. You hate the girl whom the prince loves. You wish to be rid of her. What can Wanki do for you? The princess gasped and sinking onto a rusty bench she remained silent several minutes, then throwing aside her heavy veil, revealed her beautiful malicious features. Lowering her voice to a mere whisper, she leaned forward and touched the old man on the arm and said: Old man, once you told me of a weapon which could commit the most terrible crime, which even you, in all your evil workings have not excelled. Could you, and her voice quavered with emotion, could you produce that weapon? The old man's eyes had never been removed from the globe which he held, instead they seemed to rivet themselves more closely on its wonders, whatever they might be, but now he looked the princess full in the face and she, half recoiled from that menacing stare. Then bursting into another fit of flendish merriment, he rose and tottered over to a dark closet. The princess who sat and waited heard the creaking of rusty hinges and presently the old demon reappeared, holding in his hand a dagger of glistening steel which iiamed a thousand different colors in the candle light. But it was not the curious workmanship of the dagger that made the princess gasp with horror. Was it imagination or did the air round about the blade quiver in- cessantly? Was it the fatal dagger, the impending gloom or was it an invincible force which seemed to warn her of approaching danger? Once her deadly resolution slipped from her, once a strong desire seized her to flee from this magic presence, but will finally conquered and she was calm once more. Drawing' near the old man. again she said: You need not tell me of the powers of your weapon, Wanki. I have heard them many times, but listen closely to what I say. At twelve tonight take this magic knife, steal along the edge of yon dark grove until you come to the banks of the river. The wind is still tonight, Wanki, you must be very cautious. Listen, at the edge of the grove is a row of cherry trees. They are white with bloom now, a fitting place for lovers to meet. There, Wanki, if my estimations are right, will be a man and a woman. You know what I expect of you. The woman will be the girl Fung Kan loves. Be cautious, but be swift for forbidden lovers do not meet in cherry groves to tell their love. They are escaping ton.ight. I need tell you no more, but by no means must you touch the man with your hellish weapon. That is all Wanki. The woman will be wearing white, be cautious,' and as quietly as she had come, princess Luseiki was gone. It was midnight by the old clock-inithe hall. 'Midnight, that mysterious hour when