Hudson High School - True Blue Yearbook (Hudson, WI)

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6 they were for war, for the defense of his country, or his Gods. Winter came on, but still the chase continued, though both the pursued and the oursuer suffered greatly from the cold. Late in the summer he stopped one night in a very beautiful country. Everything was strange to him, the trees, the shrubbery, the lakes and rivers, the tish he caught for his supper, the animals, and even the sunset was different fron that of his own country Greece. He saw no natives, the quietness and the solitude made him very lone some and he longed for company to break this spirit of quiet which seemed to hang over the country. One thing, however, cheered him: thedoe was beginning t show signs of exhaustion and he pur- sued her with redoubled energy. The beautiful creature fell nt last and when Orestes pressed forward to grapple with her, a thunder- boltfalling from above killed him. His flaxen hair fell to the ground, twisting and hissing mass of wriggling snakes. Immediately everything about him, all nature, was changed: the trees took on the appearances of human beings; the” were the jeal- ous Goddesses who had come to judge him. They crowded about him; his beauty so appealed to them, that instead of punishing him, they fought among themselves from jealousy. Suddenly the heav- ens became dark; lightening flashed across the sky: the wind rush- ing thru the trees gave forth a whistling and shrieking sound; the thunder which followed the lightning showed the awful anger of the Gods. The Goddesses grouned together and one of their numbeis sug gested that the youth be changed into an eagle, which would be minus feathers on ns head. This was his punishment One day while flying through the air, the eagle saw a small white bird among the trees. He hovered about the place and finally des- cended. The dove was frightened and tried to escape, but the eagle grabbed it in his talous and crushed its life out. immediately he was turned into a.hill, for he had killed a messenger of the Gods. This is the legend of Bald Eagle. Although the flowers grow on its sides, no gifts of nature crown its barren top. The warm spring sun causes the winter snow to melt from this high knoll. The summer breezes blowing over the valley stop a moment to kiss its bare crown and then pass on, and so will the legend of Bald Eagle

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walking towards the house. We grew sicker and sicker. Mother became excited at the sight of us, but could readily see, by our stained faces and aprons, what we had been up to. When she had finally got the story of our exploration from us, she put me to bed and telephoned to Amy’s mother who came for her in a short time. For a month we were kept away from one another as a punish- ment. When I think of the incident now, I always remember the last words I heard Amy say that day, ’Well we made an explora- tion and discovered some bladkberries' any way. ” But the words were followed by a ”Boo! Hoo!” F. H.—’14 BALD EAGLE The tale of Bald Eagle is a very old one. It dates back to the time of Orestes. Orestes was a very beautiful .youth, who lived in the mountains of Greece. Being very courageous and a brave hunter, he was loved by Artemis, the Goddess of the chase. Un- fortunately, Artemis was not the only admirer of this mountain youth; several of the other Goddesses loved him When he showed his preference Tor Artemis, they became angry and threatened him, saying that if he chose her, they would cause his long flaxen hair, of which he was very proud, to fall out. Artemis, not knowing of the other admirers threat, sought after Orestes and, becoming weary of delay, she determined to win him by strategy. One day while riding the chase, Orestes saw a large beautiful, doe leave the grove and run to the end of the forest; then it sped away over the level ground to a neighboring wood. The huntsman was so attracted by the beauty and gracefulness of the animal that he left his companions and rode after it. He followed it all that day: many times when he was sure of the prize, she evaded him. When night came on, he was by no means disheartened for he had determined to get the beautiful creat ure. The next day the chase followed as it did the day proceeding: the doe was in sight always; but too far away to be killed by a spear. It is true, the youth might have taken his bow and arrow and shot it; but these were not his weapons of the chase; his was the spear

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pass on until some day ilie anger and the jealousy of the Gods and Goddesses may be appeased, and Bald Eagle shall be changed back into Orestes, The Mountaineer. J. McM. —’14 THE SPRING AND THE VIOLET Mother earth had many children; among them was one named Violet. She was exceedingly beautiful and had a countless num her of suitors. She was never,seen with her other sisters, but could always be found in the woods among the birds and flowers. One of her suitors, Apollo, was determined to win her. He had tried by playing to her on different instruments, by making the birds sing more sweetly, but all was in vain. At last he determin- ed to get her by force. One day while Violet was roaming about in the wood, she heard a slight noise, and, turning around, she beheld Apollo with a teri- rible expression on his face. She became frightened and began to running as fast as she could. She was soon breathless and, not being able to run any longer, she called for help. In an instant Mother Earth changed her into a httleblue flower which still bears her nsoie. Apollo, seeing that she had disappeared, sat down at the foot of the bill, whore she had passed from view, and began sobbing. Here he sat and wept for many years. He was at last changed into a stons projecting from the hill side. Immediately below this rock may be seen a little spring which was caused by the tears shed by Apollo. During the summer months, both the spring and the violets may be seen on the East bank of Willow River about a half mile from the undergound bridge. F. A. ’14 FAVORITE BOOKS. Melvin S.— “Riley’s Poems’ William C.—“Webster’s Unabridged Dictionary.” Jean B. —“The Art of Running a Mitchell Car. ’ Omer M.—’‘The Subject’of Women.’ Sam S.—“Christmas Carol’