North Dakota State College of Science - Agawasie Yearbook (Wahpeton, ND)

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IbSd liXcJ The Spriig T@irm Edited and Published by Students of The North Dakota State School of Science Wahpeton, North Dakota =ac= it ' U =9G= 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 FOREWORD to Science days, this A avvasie will be a reminder.iCX XX OKO iCXitltXX «aKO 05 JG5ST3S n 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 « « 8 0 COII f 0 0 8 THE FACULTY THE GRADUATES LITERARY HUMOR ADVERTISING 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 x 0 0 0 0 0 0 8 0 0 0 0 0 0 X JO? JCX 50? K » 5CR XtCX JOJ KKiQ JO{ U JOf 05 HJC O JC» 50} X 1 . JCF =at? j 730 The Faemlty 3 Cl 'O Mi JSSCJ Ifisd ™ . u IP =d =sb: m -r n-r. , SiMSo T II E A a A W A S 1 E 7 LILIAN MIRICK Cornell University Librarian and Instructor in English DONNA M. FORKNER, B.A. University of North Dakota Home Economics GEORGIAN A CLARK. Pli.B., M.A. University of 'Wisconsin History-Education MILDRED DAVIS, A.B. I-Iamline University Languages Dean of Womens THE A G A W A S I E f. h. mcmahon, a.b.. a.m. Boston University and Harvard University Director of Literary Activities English R. B. STENHOFF, A.B. Gustavus Adolphus Physical Education W. J. CAVANAUGH, B.S. Michigan Agricultural College Natural Science C. H. TARNEY, B.S. University of Wisconsin Physical Science Dean of MenTHE A G A W A S I E 9 JOHN M. NESS Auto Mechanics and Machine Shop B. H. BARNARD, B.A. and B.S. in E. E. Des Moines University Electrical Engineering H. B. SATTERLEE Printing Trades A. W. HOPPERT Plumbing Trade10 T HE AGAWASIE P. V. MASICA, B.A. University of Minnesota Head of Commercial Department Musical Director ALICE WALTON All Hallow's School Stenography and Typewriting GRACE A. MADDEN St. Teresa Gregg School Office Training L. C. BRIGGS MillineryT HE AG A W A S I E 1.1 MRS. W. H. McMLIXTOCK. A.B. Synodical College Secretary-Treasurer Faculty Members whose pictures were unobtainable. MRS. HAZEL QUICK FALLEY Cooking X. P. SIMOXSOX Brick-laying Trade P. J. HEMMER Assistant Auto MechanicsThe Main Building and Part of Campus m oofoooo "I =DE oo oco 156 1 o hzdi =gc= Th® (Eradmat®. ?8S1 ra? n Pfeo s Pi: ■■ pgg-sgge 14 T II E A G A W A S I E College MARGARET BERNARD Forest Grove, Oregon "Only an average ot' 95" DAVID LARIN. JR. Marinette, Wis. Football ’23, ’24. Basketball ‘23’ ’24. Asso. Editor Pica 23. Pica staff ’24 Editor Agawasie ’24. Glee Club ’24 President Athletic Association ’24 "to say or not to say” OLIVER HUSS Wahpeton, N. D. Football ’23, 24. Basketball 23. 24 'the original silent man’’ “indifference KATHLEEN KANE Breckenridge, Minn. Class President '23. Glee Club '24 Pica Staff 23. Agawasie '23, 24 Student Cabinet 24. X Y Z ’23T II E A G A W A S 1 E 15 College CLAUDIUS SUNDELL Dwight, N. D. Glee Club ’24 “the conqueror" EVELYN BURBANK Wahpeton, N. D. Small Pica Staff '23. Associate Editor Pica '24 Agawasie '24 Basketball ’23 X Y Z '23 “the class poet” AAGOT STUBSJOEN Wahpeton, X. D. “idiosyncrasy" MARCELLA MORRIS Wahpeton, X. D. Agawasie 23 Small Pica Staff '24 Glee Club '24 Basketball 23 '24 “cajolery"16 THE A G A W A S I E College CAROLINE SCHMITT Wahpeton, N. Dak. F G C Club '23 Valedictorian 24 “yes, yes, of course’’ FRANCIS THOMPSON Wahpeton, N. Dak. “industrious” HAZEL BURNSON Wahpeton, N. Dak. Orchestra ’24 Pianist Glee Clubs '24 Class Officer ’24 Pica staff ’24 Agawasie ’24 "patient Griselda” LLOYD FISHER Wahpeton, N. D. Football '23 Captain Football '24 President Athletic Association ’23 Pica '23 Agawasie ’23 "a physiognomist” MARIE KOCH Wahpeton, N. D. Glee Club ’24 "a sweet child’’ JOHN LUNDAY Wahpeton, N. Dak. Basketball Captain, ’23. Basketball, ’24. Student Cabinet ’23 Manager Penny Carnival, ’24 Sec. Honorary “S” Club. '24 “as we say”THE A G A W A S I E 17 Hi Jh. School TED BRAUN Rothsay, Minn. Football '23 Agawasie '23 Vice-President Fellows Club ’23. '24 “Prep” Basketball ‘23, ’24 Class Officer ’24 “a little bit of everything” MARY LOUISE SUN DELL Dwight, N. D. Dwight High School “auburn hair and bright eyes PALMER OYLLA'ND Abercrombie, N. D. Fellows Club an athletic man” EVELYN SALMONSOX Worcester, Mass. "just Ev.”IS T HE AG A W A S 1 E High School ETHEL VAN WETCHEL Wolverton, Minn. “little three bears” GUXHILD ANDERSON Abercrombie. N. D. Abercrombie H. S. “ambition personified LILLIAN STUB JEN Abercrombie, N. D. “just lonesome” LOUISE HATLIE Abercrombie, N. I). Abercrombie High School . nr • “still waters run deep”T H E A G A W A S I E 10 High School ROSE HINCK Great Bend, X. D. Ann Arbor, Mich. H. S. “by gosh” MYRTLE Fl'DER Rothsay, Minn. Class President ’24 Basketball 23 ’24 “oh, so nice” IRMA WALTER Fainnount, X. D. Salutatorian ’24 Student Cabinet ’24 D D D Club ’23 “now, Irma” IOXE HALVERSOX Dwight, X. D. silence” 20 T ME A G A W A S I E High School GERALDINE KLINE Wahpeton, X. D. Wahpeton High School "three minute desert" KENNETH BUTE Doran. Minn. Doran High School Prep Basketball ’24 Fellows Club "the ladies idol” RUDOLPH SWENSON Christine. N. D. Football '23. ’24 Fellows Club ’23 Fellows Club Officer ’24 President Honorary "S" Club r24 "that handsome man" JULIA GAUKLER Lidgerwood, N. D. i "oh. Julia"THE A G A W A S I E 21 High School SYLVIA JOHNSON Galchutt. N. D. Abercrombie H. S. y GSA'2! “nature’s blest” PERN BRADFORD Crete, N. D. Crete High School “oil, dark-eyed senorita ALVINA KNUTSON Dwight, N. D. tall and stately” BERTHA BIETO New Ellington, S. D. Class 0Ulcer ’24 D D D Club '23 “a potent effect’T II E AG A W A S 1 E 22 High School EDWARD II. SCHNEIDER Wahpeton, N. D. Agawasie 24 President Fellows Club ’24 Fellows Club ‘23 “whoa, Ed.” ANNA KJERSEN Crete, N. D. Crete High School “I declare’ CLARA GEBHARD Wahpeton, N. D. F G C Club 23 “well, well, well” TILLIE WANG Hankinson, X. Dak. “why Tillie” GRACE WATSON Hankinson, N. D. Breckenridge. Minn. “just Grace”a ffl $ Literary :ci pong Vol. I Wahpeton, N. D., June 1924 No. 2 The Agawasie is the official publication of the students of the North Dakota State School of Science and is published by them as a quarterly during the school year. Subscription rates are $2.00 a year, 75 cents a copy. All communications should be addressed to THE AGAWASIE, North Dakota State School of Science. Wahpeton. North Dakota. AGAWASIE STAFF David Larin, Jr. Orin Myhre _ F. H. McMahon, H. B. Satterlee Gordon Reeder _ Harry Davis _ _ Editor Associate Editor Faculty Advisers Business Manager Assistant Business Manager William Burnson Evelyn Burbank Edward Schnieder Kathleen Kane George Fisher Margaret Voyen Hazel Burnson Evangeline Burnson Frederick Jones VALEDICTION Class of 1924. S. S. S. The challenge of the lands of Earth. O, Alma Mater, sounds its call! And, many voiced, without thy wall. Bids us to come and prove thy worth. Then fare we forth beyond thy fold Strange paths and ways unseen to hold: We know not whither they may lead— Whether o’er shaggy hill or pleasant mead. Yet fear we not the unknown lands: Such guide be ours as cloud by day Or fire by night, which led the way From Egypt o’er the Arabian sands. Our youth knows not to be afraid. Our hearts are ever undismayed. With hopes we paint, and not with fears, The curtain which o’erhangs the future years.T II E A G A W A S I E Z 5 Whate'er the hidden future seals, We know that out beyond the Pale. The darksome, slow-receding veil For each a different lot conceals. The mystic sisters' varied skill Works, ever changing, good or ill; The woof that’s woven by the Fates Completes itself—nor with another mates. For some the distant trumpet sounds The signals of advancing war! And torches blazon from afar The loosing of the Martian hounds! Not yet is come the reign of peace; Not yet the time for wars to cease; ’Till ripened years fulfill the Word— "I bring not Peace unto you, but the Sword.” The goddesses, in milder mood, iSpin out for some a lighter weave; To some a homelier life they leavej And who shall say they weave not good? Yet Peace hath still her sterner side. As well they know who come to ride O’er billows breasted by the great, Who grasped the helm of commerce or of state. What course our destinies pursue, What fortunes may to us assign, What chance befall us, comrades mine. Naught matters if our hearts be true. Man’s worth is measured by his aim; The final word of praise or blame Rests on the purpose in life's fight. Glory they gain who fall defending right. Thine halls, 0 Alma Mater, soon Will echo back our fare-thee-well! Our songs of parting soon will swell About thee with their solemn tune. May works well-wrought attest the love Our rising voices tell thee of, When all-revealing time displays The changing destinies which rule our days.A awasie Department Heads DAVID LARIN Editor Associate Editor ORIX MYHRE GORDON REEDER Business Manager IIARRY DAVIS Assistant Business ManagerThe Small Pica Staff The Small Pica is a three column tour page paper published weekly. The Pica is set up and printed by the trade students in printing. Frederick Jones is the editor, Evelyn Burbank the associate editor. The rest of the staff and the departments they cover are as follows: Music Social Athletics Personals Exchange “The Hell Box- Hazel Burnson Harry Davis David Larin Marcella Morris Evelyn Stimson Angeline SchmittTHE A G A W A S I E • . O- O Wa hp e ton A Story of Fur Trading in the Northwest -o I. SOUTH FROM PEMBINA Taking a brief glance this evening from the Science School tower, we look clown upon Sixth Street, broad, smoothly paved, leading through compact rows of houses into the center of town. Yonder is the roof of the Armory; to the right the trim outlines of the Post-office and the Great Northern station; to the left, rows of houses again—smoke from the railroad yards at Breckenridge—roofs of stores—church spires—a water tower—the white dome of the courthouse. Beyond and around are groves and farmlands. The fields are smooth, newly-planted. Farmlands again to the north, smooth also, newly ploughed, black. After Easter they will be richly carpeted with velvet green. New groves surround the houses. Toward the northeast we can trace the winding course of the river, with its narrow fringe or old trees. Across the river are farms again, prairie farms extending toward a dimly visible, blue range of hills. Can imagination bring us back one hundred years, back to a time when these groves—except the river-fringe—were not; when the houses were not; when the whole plain was a vast sea of tall waving grasses. Now and then a party of Indians, less often a few white fur-traders camping along the river, or penetrating adventurously inland. If you can bring yourself back to that time you may fill in the descriptive outlines which time does not permit us to include in our little story. Fort Pembina had long been known as the largest fur-trading post in the Northwest. There was a hut built there as early as 1799, made of logs, plastered with mud and white-washed with a clay brought from the Pembina Mountains. Trying under numerous difficulties to maintain the camp-fort at Pembina, there was a motley crew of adventurous traders—French. English, American. One of the foremost of these, settled at Pembina with his family, was an American whom we shall call John Vanston. Vanston, because he dealt justly with the Indians was well likedTHE A G A W A S I E by them, and was therefore more free than many of his companions to go on adventurous and profitable journeys. Recently, while somewhat hard pressed by the competition of his rivals he had heard that there was good trading to the south. A tribe of the Sioux, the Wah-petons, had moved north from the country beyond Lake Traverse and located in a territory which had for its center the junction of the Red River and a small stream called the Bois-de-Sioux. Few white men had visited this people. Once long ago the Sieur Duluth had gone far west from the Mississippi and “set up the King's Arms in a village of the •Huatbetons'.” But John Vanston himself in one of his former journeys had become friendly with their chief and thought now to profit by that friendship. Several years before, Vanston’s wife had died leaving him with an only daughter, Marie, now about twenty-two years old. In spite of his objections Marie insisted on going with him on this proposed journey to the south. Preparations were short. Vanston sold his present stock of furs to a group or traders just about to set out for St. Paul, gathered just what was necessary for camping equipment and started south. For his main subsistence he must depend on his skill as a hunter or on barter with Indians whom they might visit on the journey. If they followed the river, the journey must be a matter of about 400 miles. Sometimes, where the river almost “met itself” they could gain several miles by easy portages. The trip was not as dangerous as one might think. Dangerous beasts were rarely met with and the Indians up to this time had experienced more of friendliness and justice from the white man than they had of his malice. Vanston often had reason to be glad that he had yielded to Marie's entreaties. He had taken most of his baggage in his canoe; and she. being used to the plains and the river, was able not only to manage her own craft, but often to help him in times of difficulty. As the journey was up stream they had to be careful to avoid the full force of the current, now availing themselves of the quiet water along one shore, now taking to the other. There were many evenings when the two sat together at the edge of a friendly grove and watched the great red moon rise over a rustling sea of undulating grass, when Vanston. smoking contentedly, told of his early days in New York; of cities and great buildings; of vast crowds of white men; and of a great tossing sea at times more peaceful, at other times so wildly different from this whispering expanse. And Marie, who had been born in the Canadian west and knew only the silent prairies, listened, as she had listened before, to these stories which seemed to her like accounts of an unattainable fairyland. “Father, are we never going to that eastern land. So many times you've promised.” “Perhaps, perhaps—some day. But some day, I think that east will come here.” Marie looked at John Vanston as he spoke. He stood looking east-30 THE AGAWASIE ward— tall and alertly poised. Unlike most of his companions his face was usually smooth shaven, and now its regular, clear-cut profile seemed magnified against a moonlit background. Most of the voyageurs were men who thought in terms of space, men whose veins were aflame with a desire toward unknown places. Vanston was one of the few who thought in terms of time and. though enjoying fully the adventure of the moment thought also of later generations. II. CAPTIVITY That night there was a thunderstorm. A mighty wind rushed and swirled and roared over the prairie; the heavens were opened and poured forth cataracts of rain; the trees within the narrow grove bent and creaked, hardly maintaining themselves against the attack. Storm may be fearful in towns and cities but its proper domains where it clothes itself in the full panoply of its terrible splendor are the sea—and the prairie. A hundred times the vast expanse was weirdly revealed. For hours amid the lightning, the artillery of heaven crashed and reverberated as if the battle of the angels were joined again. Cunningly fitted in a natural depression, the shelter built by the travelers withstood the tempest. Adventure is of many kinds: quest of treasure by sea or land, going forth to battle, searching afar for tilings previously hidden, encountering multitudes or perils for the sake of a high purpose,—“in perils of rivers, in perils of robbers, in perils in the city, in perils in the wilderness, in labor and travail, in watchings often, in hunger and thirst, in perils often, in cold and nakedness." There are adventurers also of the spirit; and to be alone amid storm where the reign of silence is overthrown by the loosened powers from above, to feci oneself a part of this convulsed element, and try to pierce with eyes of the spirit into the mysteries of nature unchained: this also is adventure. At sometime between midnight and morning, Marie loosened for a moment the buffalo hangings of the shelter, and saw her father standing on the river bank, careless of drenching torrents, careless of lightning and thunder-crash, looking westward. Little surprised, she dropped the curtain and returned to an attempt at slumber. This father of hers, she knew, was not like the others of his trade, but a creature of strange moods, a thinker amid the wilderness. Out of such moods empires have risen. The sun rose, next morning, into a cloudless sky. The travelers could see ahead of them several turns of the river, yellow from its burden of clay, and now transformed beneath the morning sun into a woven ribbon of old gold. Through April groves it ran. and through limitless rich, green plains.diamonded afa»- with myriad rain-drops. Marie and her father had breakfast and then renewed the journey up the river, vigorous from the lively air which the storm had cleared.T HE AG A W A S I E 31 glances straining forward toward lands unvisited. This was the heyday of spring on virgin plains,—April in the air, April in the blood-Day after day, day after day. the two lone canoes climbed the river, winding through an unchanging scene—scattered bank-side groves and emerald plains—always the same, but always fair with a broad and generous beauty. Now and then a sluggish stream which had crawled torpidly for hundreds of miles through the rich valley, added to the river its little store. Now and then a herd of buffalo galloped across the prairie, caught from afar the scent of man, swerved and thundered away. Game, large and small, was abundant. Now and then they stopped to stalk water fowl or to find, a short distance inland, a rabbit or a prairie hen to keep them company at dinner. Indians they saw only thrice on the whole journey. Two of these bands they saw from afar, gleams of distant bronze on fleet ponies, keen in pursuit of herds of buffalo. The other band awaited them, one morning armed and menacing, on a long beach which sloped down to the western shore. Both parties were startled. Here, as the white folk turned a sharp curve, about two hundred yards before them, were about twenty-five braves just about to renew their hunt. These, seeing the two canoes, thronged at once to the waters edge, arrows fitted to bow, spears poised for a cast. Vanston looked over his shoulder and saw Marie turning her paddle, about to put for shore. “Straight on,” he called, driving his own canoe forward without changing stroke. Nearer and nearer they came and yet no arrow was loosed from the string, no spear was thrown. Nearer still they came, and the Indians still waited, statue-like upon the shore, showing externally nothing of the surprise which they felt at the appearance of these white folk of whom they had heard but whose like they had never before seen. Vanston, who had previously told his daughter to wait within her canoe, drove his own on the beach at the very feet of the Indians. Meeting directly and constantly the threatening glances of those in the midst of the group, lie raised one arm aloft in a gesture combining authority and salute and began to speak slowly in the language of the Sioux. A tall brave who was directly facing Vanston. gave a quick signal. It might have been death; it was peace. Arrows were withdrawn, spears were lowered. A spirit may go out of a man, with power to still the passions of a multitude. But in that man there must be inherent magnanimity—greatness of soul. A mean-spirited man goes forth into the wilderness and returns not; and his bones make white a spot in the vast unknown which the green, waving grasses cover. But the courtly and imperious La Salle, the hold and eager Sieur de Tonti, the saintly Marquetts, or the just and austere Du Luth might have gone alone from the Sault to the great mountains, unharmed as if a legion of angels were about them.THE AGAWASIE 32 Why? That mystery of personality has often been wondered at, but never told. The parley might have taken half an hour. Fortunately this hunting party proved to be some of those very Wahpetons which the voyageurs had come to seek. Vanston would seek the chief. Very well, his new friends would give up their hunt and be his honorable escort. The travelers, therefore, continued up the river in their canoes, the Indians at the same time riding slowly along the bank. The ceremony of escort was nothing new to John Vanston. He knew that, in effect, he and his daughter were captives. III. PIERKE FITZURSE It happens often that the presence of danger lessens .rather than increases fear. Marie had been with her father before on long journeys across the wilderness, and, during these journeys, often in the territory of possible enemies; and she had always lived in forts and villages where the inhabitants were continually on guard against attack. Accustomed therefore to this constant menace, as to a native element, she had no fears at this time, although this was her first meeting with Indians who had made their hostility evident. She was accustomed also from early youth to that constant exercise without hardship which makes for what the athlete calls “perfect condition” and this physical vitality brings with it a sense of bouy-ancy and daring. Vanston, on the other hand, who never worried about his own safety, reproached himself for bringing Marie into this perilous venture. That love which had formerly been given to two— her mother and herself—was now centered on Marie alone. However he soon dismissed his fears and gave his whole attention to plans against whatever peril the near future might bring. The Indians usually kept aloof from the travelers, but, appearing now and then along the shore, maintained an intermittent but sure watch. One evening after Vanston and Marie had eaten and made camp they saw coming toward them, Gray Eagle, the leader of the band, a son of Chief Great Wolf. At a nod from her father Marie withdrew to her tent. Gray Eagle and Vanston sat together on the shore, smoking continually, talking briefly at times, but for the most part keeping a watchful silence according to the custom of men to whom “small talk” is unknown. Gray Eagle was tall and well-featured, and. to Vanston’s notion not especially malicious in temper. It was he whose signal had saved the white folk in the recent encounter down the river. Vanston told him whatever things he thought necessary about himself and his mission, and asked a number of questions about the Wahpetons, their recent wars, and their present encampments. Gray Eagle answered briefly and cautiously, mentioning several times a white man whom he sometimes called “Black Bear” and sometimes by a name which sounded like “Fiurse.” Joy and hope began to rise in Vanston’s heart.THE AGAWASIE 33 “Pierre Fitzurse?” he enquired. The Indian nodded. Pierre Fitzurse! If this man whom the Indians throughout the Northwest knew as “Black Bear, were now with the Wahpetons here was an ally which Vanston would not have exchanged for a company of soldiers. Pierre Fitzurse! Vanston had never met this youth, but he knew as much as anyone knew of his story. Here was one of the romantic figures of the Sioux country, a man who, if his fortunes had held him in France, might have made in continental wars, a reputation for courtesy and daring like that of the Chevalier Bayard. There is an old Welsh triad which defines greatness as “the gift of the gods, man’s exertion, and events to suit.1' Possessing the first two requisites and lacking splendor of opportunity many heroic souls have passed through life and gone beyond the portals of the grave leaving a name unwritten in the annals of heroic deed. A generation ago. John Fitzurse, an Englishman of Norman name and lineage, with estates on the island of Jersey, had married a French girl of noble family. They had one son, Pierre. When Pierre was eight years old. John Fitzurse entered the service of the Hudson Bay Company under Lord Selkirk. On a journey from Fort Douglas southward. during a feud between the Hudson Bay and Northwest companies, John was waylaid and killed by agents of the latter company. His wife died soon after, leaving Pierre at the age of eleven, an orphan. At fifteen, Pierre whose boyhood had shown unusual promise, took his father’s place in Lord Selkirk’s service, and travelled from post to post, now a handsome young man, daring, resourceful, combining courtesy and sternness to a degree which made him, among white men and Indians, feared or loved according to his purposes. By this time he had reached the age of twenty and had left the Hudson Bay Company when the United States asserted its rights in the Northwest. He had become like Vanston, an independent adventurer and trader, but far excelled Vanston in influence among Indian tribes. Already the adopted son of several chiefs, he made among the tribes numbers of friends who were, in effect, servants and faithful followers. Around dozens of campfires, strange tales were heard of him. Superstitious half-breeds told of camp-quarrels where Pierre Fitzurse was miraculously safe from knife or bullet. They told of massacres where Pierre’s companions had been slain, while he had been spared and accorded honor in hostile villages. They said that the Indians took him for a god, and the “coureurs des bois’’ seemed half inclined to the same notion. Pierre Fitzurse! Marie listening within her tent heard with pleasure the name of this man who, together with her father, seemed to typify within this western land, the virtues which she associated with a civilization that she had never seen. Her life knew only the Red River Valley. Her father had kept her carefully apart from the rough traders with whom he himself infrequently associated, and his ac-34 T H E AG A W A S I E counts of the sea-board and of Europe had chosen only the liner things. Therefore civilization had become for her a land of high romance. Here was a man who seemed to travel in knightly fashion through the prairies, mindful only of adventure, trade, and a sort of wandering kingship, disdainful of offers of advantageous marriages with daughters of chieftains, alone, apart, shrouded in the glamour of his own personality. Having never met him, Marie had imagined him greater than man could be, and now wondered to herself with what spirit she might meet him. Love at first sight is more common than love directed toward a person not yet seen, and is more subject than the latter to be followed by the bitterness of shattered illusion. Vanston, knowing nothing of Marie’s thoughts, welcomed Pierre’s name because of the hopes it gave to him. If Fitzurse were among the Wahpetons, the friendship of the chief was not the only thing to count upon. He and his daughter would be doubly safe. And what of a possible partnership with this man. Vanston knew that, at the source of the Red River there were adjoining lakes and that beyond the southern lake was a river flowing southward to the Mississippi. With the help of Indians friendly to himself and Fitzurse, what might not be done in the way of a new outlet from a great fur-trading country. Here was wealth, influence, power,—the fulfillment of his life work. It was true that Pierre had rejected offers of partnership from powerful and wealthy men. But Vanston knew that he was different from those men and more like to Pierre himself. For one thing, both men were spiritually allied to the Indians by a bond of genuine love— the very essence of a true missionary spirit. The careers of a few men, in the history of the American wilderness, lead us to believe, that, had others been like them, the history of the Indian race might have been other than tragedy. Historians try to justify our treatment of the Indians, which in fact was a savage assault, on the same plan, but more ruthless, as our treatment of each other. Christianity has never been tried. , Visits of Gray Eagle on following evenings gave Vanston new cause for concern. He was not deceived. The young brave, for all his punctilious demeanor, was coming because of Marie. Now his affection held the band in check and made of it a guard of honor. After the arrival Gray Eagle would demand that Marie be given to him in marriage. Vanston liked Gray Eagle, but realized also that he belonged to a race of savages whom it would take several generations of patient care to civilize. “This must not be.” thouglUVanston during the journeys that brought' them nearer the village, “better my own death—and Marie’s. Dear God, I should never have taken the girl”! But as it was ever his way to dismiss fear for counsel, he devoted himelf to planning against the future as he had never planned before. Four days passed. The canoes followed innumerable windings, now favored, now opposed by winds which swept the prairie. On the fifth clay, there rose before them the smoke from an Indian village.THE A G A W A S I E 35 IV. THE ISLAND The Red River of the North is said to have its rise in Lake Traverse. It is only a small stream, however, that flows out of Lake Traverse--the "Bois-de-Sioux,” or “Sioux Wood” River which after a comparatively short course meets a larger river coming down through Minnesota. This junction is now called the head of the Red River. The Wahpetons and Sissetons, nomadic tribes of the Sioux, had lived for quite a while along the shores of Lake Traverse and Big Stone Lake, and southward along what is now the Minnesota River. During the early years of the nineteenth century many of them moved to the north, following the “Bois-de-Sioux,” and settled for a time in the upper Red River Valley. As Vanston and Marie approached they were greeted by curious throngs of Indians, braves and squaws, youths, maidens, and children. A messenger from Gray Eagle’s band had ridden forward with tidings, and so no harm was offered the strangers. They paddled down river in silence running a gauntlet of chattering savages and barking dogs. The thought of Gray Eagle still disturbed Vanston. Before leaving Pembina he had counted surely on the friendship of the chief, Great Wolf. Several years before, Indian hunters, made dangerous by the white man's whiskey, had gotten in trouble with a band of fur traders. Several Indians were killed, and several captured. The angry traders would have put Great Wolf to death, if Vanston had not interceded, and at that time Great Wolf had made a pact with him of brotherhood. Few of the Wahpetons had ever seen a white man, but, owing to this pact of brotherhood, those few were friendly, and their disposition had extended to other members of the tribe. Would the friendship stand when Gray Eagle should demand Marie and when Vanston should oppose him. Would Great Wolf oppose his own son for the sake of his white brother? And how much might be made of the influence of Fitzurse? Around sharp bends and curving turns went the canoes. The sun. recently enthroned in the west like a vision of the glory of God, had just descended, leaving an afterglow of violet mist. The two canoes on the silent river, gliding past sharp bends, and wide circling turns— past groves with ancient trees—past high hank where swallows nested; the noisy Indians, following along the shore, leaping, dancing, shouting—some hundreds of them—outlined against a darkening sky and running through plain and beach and grove to keep up with the swift canoes: here was a picture which would have delighted the souls of those French romancers, who dreamed of exotic savage places within the American West. Here, a whirling current of excited life seemed to make a center for the infinity of silent beauty that men call the prairie. Suddenly the noises—except for the continual barking of irreveren-tial dogs—ceased. The canoes made another sharp turn, and there alone and majestic on a slight eminence above a landing place waited the chief of the Wahpetons.36 THE A G A W A S I E About a half mile below the present place of junction the Ottertail comes so near to the Red River that a man might almost leap the slender barrier. Then the tributary stream seems to have a sudden change of heart and swings disdainfully away, to make another of its lone windings before consenting to join with the little Bois-de-Sioux. The result of this contemptuous course is a peninsula which is almost an island. Such for the sake of convenience we will call it. The savage chorus, formerly so noisy, now watched in silence, from both shores, about a hundred yards away. No word was spoken until Vanston and Great Wolf stood face to face. Vanston, with Marie at his side, walked forward extending his hand which the chief clasped, recognizing the oath of brotherhood. Then the king—for such he practically was within his little world—turned and looked gravely at Marie. Laying his hand on the girl’s head, he spoke to Vanston. "My daughter?” "Your daughter," answered Vanston, with some misgivings as to what the words might come to mean. The three proceeded, with little speech between them, along a path through a strip of dense forest until they came to a large clearing occupied by what might be called the royal quarters. To the south the new river was visible as it made its final approach to the Red River. In the center of the clearing was a hut solidly constructed of rough-hewn logs. This was the palace. Around it in concentric circles were a number of well built wigwams. Where the three rivers met, the shores, except at the edge of "the island," rose fairly high, and these embankments were occupied by other wigwams. If the present towns of Wahpeton and Breckenridge were to celebrate a common centennial these are the scenes they would produce—the hut, the wigwams, the island lighted with a dusky glow by a number of dying fires where supper had just been prepared; fires and wigwams again, looking down from the neighboring banks; in the center of the scene, now busily engaged in disposing of a specially prepared feast, the majestic chief, with a number of squaws, very quiet as savage wives are accustomed to be, one white man. one white girl. As this was a well conducted open-air household the children did not eat at the first table. Since the reception of the travelers by the clamorous tribesfolk, Gray Eagle and his band seemed to have disappeared. .Now and then a curious face would peer out from behind a convenient tree, to disappear before the glance of Great Wolf. Most of the Indians attended strictly to their feasting. The white girl was a rare curiosity, but the man appeared to them as an older counterpart of Pierre Fitzurse. The conversation except for small talk which is an art proper to civilized society, followed those lines which might be expected. Marie, eagerly curious, asked questions now and then gaining some disapproval from Great Wolf who believed that women should be seen and not heard.T II E A G A W A S I E 37 “The white girl talks too much lie said to Vanston with unstudied frankness. Marie blushed at this rebuke in the Wahpeton language. Vanston looked at her and smiled, but answered in a grave manner. "The customs of my folk differ from yours. Besides she is eager for the wisdom of Great Wolf." Greater kings than this have been approachable to flatterers. The chief relented. "We old men are sometimes too stern. The child may talk." Nevertheless, he soon motioned to one of his wives who responded to his signal by leading Marie to the tent which had been reserved for her. One by one the fires died away, except the one before the chief’s hut where the two men talked until late in the evening. "Where is Fitzurse?" asked Vanston. "Black Bear," said the chief. "Oh. he has gone with some of my young men to trade for furs in the country of the Mandans along the great river. That youth must indeed be a son of the Manitou of man-itous. My young men follow him like dogs. He leads them west to the Mandans, even beyond to the Tetons near the Great Mountains, north among the Chippeways.—everywhere—and everywhere he goes there is peace. Coming without him my young men would be tortured and slain. With him they arc brothers and sons among all the tribes. There is no one like him white or red. Not even you. Far Traveler, my brother.” "Fitzurse must have bught all the furs you have gathered." "I have more furs than Black Bear can carry to the posts by the eastern river. He loves to go to other tribes and sometimes returns with but a handful of furs. You also can have all you can carry." "For which,” he added cannily "you bring of course a price. You have with you much of the burning red water?" Vanston, a privileged acquaintance, looked at the chief sternly. "Great Wolf we are old friends and do not speak with the tongues of children. I have no whiskey and you, king of a tribe, should know better than to ask for it. I have beads for the women and the foolish ones. I have arrowheads of copper. I have guns." "Good" said Great Wolf. "Yes good" answered Vanston. "But whiskey; there your tongue speaks ill. I remember hearing in my youth the words of the great Alexander Henry whose fame you know. ‘By this liquor.’ said he, ‘the red man must perish.’ Great Wolf, do you remember when you met me first?” Great Wolf, remembering that time when he had been murderously drunk and nearly paid for that pleasure with his life, smoked for awhile. At first he looked sullen and angry; then his brow cleared and he spoke in a friendly way. "The white man speaks truth and I have spoken in foolishness.3S r II E A G A W A S I E My people will be angry, but must rest content, because you have not brought their destruction. Besides Fitzurse (lid not bring burning water, and on his return will approve your action. He is almost os much chief here as I, and—I wonder at it—that does not make me angry. But my son Gray Eagle cares not for the lordship of this strange white man; and if trouble comes between them, my friend. Great Wolf must hold fast to his son." Suddenly, as if the mention of his name, had brought him from the grouud at their feet Gray Eagle stood before them. He raised his right arm in a graceful gesture of salute, but offered no greetings. Deliberately and slowly he spoke his purpose. "Great Wolf, my father, and you. Far Traveler, the friend of my father. My eyes have looked gladly on the white princess, daughter of Far Traveler. It is right that the son of the chief should take in marriage the daughter of his friend." V. DANGER AND DELAY Although the demand was abrupt, Vanston was not taken by surprise. He knew that there was no question here of acquaintance and courtship; that, acording to the standards of his tribe. Gray Eagle was acting rightly, and that the only question in the mind of the Indian was the amount of furs that Vanston might demand. Vanston glanced casually at the chief who, although surprised at the sudden appearance, was now nodding his approval of his son’s request. Vanston, accustomed to deliberation and prepared for such an occasion by days of anxious thought, smoked for a while in silence. The others waited in stolid patience. Finally he spoke slowly and in a friendly manner. "Gray Eagle does honor to his father’s brother. But my daughter is dear to me and I would know this young man better. Also I would see the furs that the Wahpetons have in store and make a bargain with the care that becomes a man. I will tell you my pleasure in two weeks." He did not dare to suggest a longer delay. Within that time Fitzurse might return, and in some way aid him, or at the worst, he and Marie might trust to a hurried flight. Gray Eagle was suspicious. "Tomorrow" he said, in a tone that seemed an angry threat. Vanston rose, and out-stared the young Indian with a fixed glance which combined blazing anger and authority. "Why should I give my only daughter to this young man who would seek her by putting a knife to my throat." He turned to the chief. “Have I come so far through perils and wilderness to take the hand of my brother that a half-grown boy shall tell me. before I have slept one night in your lodge what I must do and what I must not. I saidTHE A G A W A S I E uO two weeks. Is it for the boy to say otherwise, or for me and for you?” The chief, after a moments pause, answered. “Gray Eagle is the best of my sons, but my brother is not his dog.” He also rose, pointing to his son. “The words of my brother are wise. Remember too that my consent also is necessary, and that you must learn, how to respect the brother and guest of your father. In two weeks we talk further. Go.’' The young man. still defiant, began to speak, but found something to fear in the glances of the others. The chief had no suspicions, but Gray Eagle as well as Vanston, was thinking of the possible return of Black Bear. After a moment he turned sullenly away, and was gone as quickly as he had come. A week passed. Vanston found throughout the lodges a far greater number of splendid furs than he had hoped. A certain store of these Pierre Fitzurse had already purchased and in a certain sense, might bo said to have an option on the rest; for he had assured the Indians that all they could gather would be disposed of during the summer, and had thus given them a keen zest for hunting and trapping. The chief had assured Vanston however, of all he could carry; and Vanston. from what he knew of Fitzurse, was sure that he could arrange a partnership. He had not previously troubled Marie with his own suspicions and fears, but now it was necessary to confide in her as to the dangers they were in and try to devise means for escape. Mario refused to listen to her father’s reproaches for having brought her. She was unused to fear and now yielded little to that emotion. The two proceeded to make experiments as to the possibility of escape, but the result of these experiments rather inclined them toward despair. Gray Eagle was conducting his courtship in his own way. Though he seldom spoke directly to Marie, he was continually organizing games, buffalo hunts, trials of skill, where his prowess, his agility and his daring would show lo the best advantage. He had sounded the will of his father and knew that he could meet any possible demand of Vanston in the way of furs. He had carefully made the powerful sachem of medicine man his ally. The medicine man generally exercised a power proportionate to the weakness, ignorance, or superstition of the chief; and. since Great Wolf was markedly deficient in these qualities, the sachem found that his influence depended very much on Gray Eagle. The latter was as brave and sensible; and though lacking the advantage of years—as shrewd and wise as his father. Over him the sachem had no special control, but found now an opportunity of gaining the young man's personal friendship. Worst of all, many of the warriors were spies of Gray Eagle. Whenever Vanston and Marie rode out on the prairie, there were always other riders circling at a distance. If they journeyed on the Bois-de-Sioux. others journeyed also. The old chief knew nothing of all this, and40 THE A G A W A S I E to him Vans to a remained a friend and brother who needed no watching. It was apparent to them, however, that they were captives of Gray Eagle. Neither party dared to talk with Great Wolf about the situation—Vanston lest he should betray his desire to escape, Gray Eagle lest he should be rebuked for excess of suspicion or authority. At present Vanston could find no plan except to await the time of decision and then refuse Gray Eagle's demand. The chief’s authority could be relied upon,—but what would be his will? If Fitzurse would only come. Fitzurse came. One afternoon the prairie was again darkened by a vast herd of buffalo, swaying, tossing, crashing from the west with the speed of flight in panic. A party of hunters, Vanston among them, went out to meet them and had made a fine kill, with some danger to themselves, before they turned the herd southward in the direction of the Sisseton hills. Then the cause of the flight was discovered. Following the herd from the west were the other hunters. A shout from Vanston’s party: “Black Bear! Black Bear!” The parties joined, and there, for the first time John Vanston met Pierre Fitzurse. When they returned to the island Gray Eagle who had just returned from a hunting excursion along the Ottertail, was standing by Marie’s side. As he saw Fitzurse there was hatred in his glance. The chief, who had been informed of Black Bear’s return stood alone before his lodge with the same solemn dignity that had marked his reception of the Vanstons. Fitzurse, who knew well what custom demanded went directly before Great Wolf, bent gracefully with one knee to the ground. The chief raised him to his feet and Fitzurse talked for some time, evidently giving a concise report of his expedition. The chief, apparently well pleased, waved in token of dismissal, turned, and entered his lodge. Fitzurse walked back to where Vanston was standing with Marie and Gray Eagle. He looked at the young chief watchfully, but without hostility, and gravely saluted him with an easy gesture. Gray Eagle's glance was hostile, but his answering gesture after a moment’s pause, was courteously given. Then Fitzurse turned toward Marie. What she had expected from many stories she saw. Chestnut hair beneath a cap made from the skin of a silver fox; a flash of brown eyes capable of every kind of controlled animation; well formed features; face tanned almost to Indian darkness, but with a fine glow of color; garments of leather fitted close to a body which combined grace and power. John Vanston’s favorite hero was Daniel Greysolon, the Sieur Duluth. He had formed in his mind an image of that fine adventurer and had often described that image to Marie. He had not (Continued in Advertising Section) °°0«s 3Gr I I s' rpaci Ht in mm © r DM V i p 1 fpa n S4 kpog oo ooQo SQs =3 =9 __2 2S Q42 T II E AGAWASIE Interviews with the Far-Famed After the most untiring and persistent efforts on the part of the Agawasie reporter, a few of our brilliant and interesting students have reluctantly consented to interviews. They were finally convinced that their appearance would be a scoop for the Agawasie and a distinct and immortal benifit to literature. After due rumination, cogitation, and meditation they decided that, inasmuch as they dislike to see their names in print, they would consent just for the sake of what the literature garnered would mean to future generations. After searching for days, the reporter found Joey Skovholt in the Burch Hall pantry with a loaf of bread and two lemons in his mouth. Upon being questioned, he at first gave promise of being worthy copy for the reporter, but the moment he learned that the reporter wished to learn of his gastronomic propensities he at once became reticent and little more could be gathered from him. Skogy, as he is called by his multitudinous friends and admirers, is a corpulent soul whose main object in life is to become more so. His favorite fruit is Climax, and though he has no pronounced taste for literature, he thinks “Yes, We Have No Bananas” is a far more enjoyable bit of poetry than “The Life of Lincoln.” Aside from these favorites he has no extreme likes and dislikes, except in regards to his epicurean proclivities. There is an intense rivalry between him and Frank Schmitt as to who shall be the heaviest man in school, with the last named now holding a distinct edge. However, Joey is now inmaking himself the terror of the Burch Hall waitresses in his herculean efforts to catch up in weight to the aforementioned Frank Schmitt before school is out. Little time was wasted in finding our poet laureate, Frank Welch. He was at his studio in room 202. When approached as to his views on poetry he at once burst forth with an impassioned flow of flowery language with enticing verses strewn promiscuously here and there. So affected was the reporter by this passionate appeal for poetry that he was sunk to a deep state of lethargy. Consequently the heroic speech of Frank Wetch will not go down in the annals of oratorical masterpieces as was first intended. Toward the close of Mr. Welch's brilliant speech the reporter woke up and managed to take unto himself some of Mr. Wetch’s most startling ideas. As a poet, Mr. Wetch places Ring Lardncr above everyone except himself. He is a firm believer of the fact that poetry is the essence of good society. In accordance with his beliefs, he has changed Mr. Greeley's well known saying “Go west, young man” to "Quote poetry, young man." When asked for his favorite poem he was at a loss to decide, but at last became seized with the divine inspiration and showed us a lengthy and broad poem entitled “Why Serve Me Cabbage, when the Corned Beef is All Gone.” Unfortunately he would not allow us to print it as lie says it is to be published in Harper’s Magazine. Wild, wierd. and wicked shrieks filled the corridors. Timid souls fled from the building by the score. But the noise of bodies in mortalTHE AGAWASIE 43 combat, the thud of heavy blows, the fierce, intermittent crys did not make the reporter flinch. Up the stairs he bounded and there he saw his quarry, Hugo Johnson, backed in a corner defending himself as best he could from the bloodthirsty assaults of a horde of his ardent female admirers. He was an inspiring sight. In his sturdy arms he wielded a heavy club as though it were a wand. With wide powerful swings he kept away the man chasing female assailants who sought to make love to him. But, alack, the ywere too many. They broke down his guard and placing their feet upon his chest youled simultaneously. “Wilt thou be mine, sweet jelly-roll.” Summoning his last breath (which has a tendency to become short) Hugo cried, “Nay. vile creatures, not while there is a trusty Chesterfield in my pocket." It was here that the reporter interceded and put the women into precipitous and ignominious flight, albeit they had looks of bloody, black despair on their comely visages. So happy was Hugo, and so grateful was he to the reporter that he at once unburdened his mind and submitted his whole story. It seems that ever since he entered our glorious institution last fall he has been constantly hunted by members of the supposedly weaker sex and that although he has declined to have anything to do with the vile creatures, they have literally hounded him to death. Mr. Johnson refused to state his general opinion of women, saying that it would not be the proper reading for readers of the Agawasie. Now. to find Lloyd Fisher and learn his views on studying. But that was almost too difficult. He was always in such a hurry to get to class or to his study room that it was physically impossible to catch him. At last the brilliant idea was conceived. We would get “Cowboy” Carnegie to help us. And so it was, that one day as Lloyd was rushing to his study den, a lariat, held in the hands of our trusty cowboy, coiled sinuously about his neck. He was thrown to the floor pounced upon, and questioned severely as to matters of study. At first he was silent but upon promise of being freed, he told us all he knew which lie professed to be very little. He admitted that he was passionately fond of study and expressed an intense dislike for all persons who ever waste a moment not studying. These reproachful utterances we take it were intended for such persons as Irma Walters. Eva Burnson and Marcella Morris. We hope that the previously mentioned personages will take it upon themselves to help Mr. Fisher in starting a revolution in studying at Science School. Doctor, to Gravedigger: “John, this is very bad. I must report your intoxicated condition to the minister.” Gravedigger: “Aw. come off. Doc. I’ve covered up many a mistake o’ yourn. Can’t you overlook one o' mine?” Sundell: “I ran over a milk bottle today.” M.C.: “Didn’t you see it?” Sundell: “No. the darn kid had it under his coat.”44 T HE AG A W A S 1 E The Slaughter of the Innocents The slaughterer is up in arms again. He seeks to snuff the life from our poor, innocent pet, the gopher. With deep, dank, dire, dastardly murder in his cold heart, Charley Luick, our heretofore trusted superintendent of the campus, ruthlessly stalks the harmless litlte gopher, species Neuterdyne Heliocopter. The students of our school, especially nature lovers of the Biology classes, are highly and righteously indignant. They cannot see wherein the highly imposed upon gopher is not a benefit to the school. They argue truthfully that the aforementioned rodent will be of inestimable value when the subways in the years to come will be built. They say that in addition to this immeasurable benefit there are others to obvious and numerous to mention. How true their words. Unfortunately, this is not the stand of Charley Luick. He says that this gopher with the sharp fangs and evil intent is undermining the very foundations of the school and is to be exterminated if the school is to he safe and Frank Schmitt is to enjoy comfort. He has enlisted the formerly copious hearted William Horatious Bell, Jr. whose heart has now been changed to one with no pity, compassion, or mercy. .Every morning they are to he seen leaving James J. Salsbury’s palatial villa with the high ventilators (chimney) Charley Luick slouching ahead with the gun under his arm while Brother Bell dogs his heels with his nose to the wind, that lie may heat a hasty retreat in case he smells the gopher. Once the hunters reach their vantage spot just south of the gym. Charley Luick scans the horizon with his eagle eye while the wary Brother Bell sniffs the air and finds a club in case their valiant quarry should attack. In the meantime the keen eyed gopher spots them from afar and hastens to the west side of the Gym and play hide and seek with Mr. Tarney’s bull pup while the hunters search vainly for him. Once, however, he had a close call. He suddenly bobbed up within ten feet of Luick with the net result that Charley missed him with a hurried shot and killed a pike in the Red River who was on his way to the wagon bridge for lunch. Fortunate it is for the Neuterdyne element of the prairie that Charley does not shoot where he looks else the cold stark remains would feed the vultures and the other scavengers of the prairie from Wisconsin Avenue north to the Onyx Silk Hosiery district. Luick and his noble cohort, Brother Bill, are so sure of capturing the elusive rodent that they have already ordered a combination Gate and Guillotine so they can send the Gopher to a highly fitting and unenviable death in case of his capture.THE AGAWASIE 45 Saphronisba Underslush of Haywire Alley "Crack." and the door splintered ominously. Saphronisba had missed the cuspidor again. She snarled. between her two beautiful teeth and sighed convulsively as she laid away her pipe. "Ah,” she cooed, "I knew you would come.” Another of her expectorations hit the cuspidor squarely in the middle. It was Vermon Dripchin. her lover, whom she greeted. Vermon, custodian of the village garbage chariot, had come to pay his respects. Affectionately, he stamped on her bare feet and started strangling her in his singularly playful manner. "Whither away,” he drooled, "they're slaughtering forty hogs tonite at the abbatoir. I haven’t seen a show for a month and I crave some excitement.” "Hot dog." Saphronisba oozed sweetly, taking another splinter off the door." Lets poison Delirium Trenton’s kids on the way down, I’ve got some swell strychnine over by the sewer. Vermon chortled dyspeptically and tore out her seven hairs as a sign of his appreciation. Not to be outdone. Saphronisba, gently laid him cold with a sock on the button—another evening of dirty work was afoot in Haywire Alley. Epigrams and Verses By Anonymous and Others Our old friend, Jute Kallikak says that the greatest writer in the world is “Anonymous.” TRAGIC STORY John Chinaman took oath one day, His pigtail should no longer stay Persistently behind him. He seeks a way to turn the trick. He whirls around—he does it quick: His pigtail hangs behind him. With speed he jumps the other way. The same result. It doesn’t pay: His pigtail hangs behind him. Now. spinning like a top. he tries The same strategic enterprise No use. It hangs behind him. Still spins he like a whirling Turk His pigtail hangs despite his work Forevermore behind. —Badly translated for the Agawasie from the German of A. von Chamisso•1G T II E A G A W A S I E I never saw a purple cow I never hope to see one Hut from the milk I get each morn I know that there must be one. —Old Wheeze. A wonderful bird is the pelican His beak can hold more than his belican, He can hold in his beak Enough for a week. I m hanged if I see how the helican. —Another old Wheeze. ANOTHER TRAGIC STORY Part I. Two Irishmen on a holiday Met a canny Scot on the broad highway Now Pat and Mike were in need of dough The Scot..was. all alone; and so Both at once upon him pressed But the cuss he fought like all possessed. Ivr ; ' The torce of numbers prevailed at last And the scoundrels pinioned him hard and fast. Part II. One thief had a broken nose and jaw. The others face looked like a beefsteak raw. As they dragged their prey to a nearby feftCe And searched his pockets—and found—five cents. “Begorry.” says Pat to Mike, says lie. Beholding the nickel ruefully, “He’s most killed me and lie’s half killed you ir he’d had tin cents he’d a killed the two.’ F. H. M. . v . Lies buried here -One, William Fur roll Who dropped the wheel To grasp the girrul. Black and Blue Jay. Johns Hopkins IT.THE A G A W A S I E 47 “Harry I cannot think." says Dick, “What makes my ankles grow so thick,” “You do not seem to recollect,” says Harry "How great a calf they have to carry.” —Anon. "Light lay the earth on Billy’s breast, Ilis chicken heart so tender. But build a castle on his head, His scull will prop it under.” —Burns Stop thief! dame nature cried to death. As Willie drew his latest breath; You have my choicest model ta’en; ;V-How shall I make a fool again. —Burns ! . J. vv • • You beat your pate and fancy wit will come Knock as you please there’s nobody at home —Pope “The rose that blushes like the morn Bedecks the valleys low: And so dost thou sweet infant corn, My Angelina’s toe. "But on the rose there grows a thorn That breeds disastrous woe: And so dost thou remorseless corn On Angelina’s toe." —Coleridge. Whether there are peopled stars. Other than our own and Mars. We shall know or we shall not When we’re through with what we've got. Witter Bynner " The rain it poured. The sea it roared. The sky was draped in black; The old ship rolled She pitched and howled And lost her charted track. "Oil dear, oh dear. Sir. will it clear?” Loud 'wailed a dame on deck As they heaved the lead, The skipper said “It alius has, by heck!” —AnonAPPRECIATION The AGAWASIE wishes to thank the busi- ness houses whose advertisements appear on the following pages. 1'hey have made this publication possible. 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Her eyes were grayish blue;her hair, which Vanston laughingly called red was rather of that red gold, described in oriental stories as the finest of colors. Pierre whose life had been spent in the wilderness had seen no one like her; but, if he had traveled through the eastern cities or the courts of Europe, his judgment might have been the same. “I have often heard my father speak of Pierre Fitzurse” said Marie "and I have heard the Indians speak of Black Bear. He is less handsome than men have told.” Pierre smiled. "The same may not be said of John Vanston's daughter. Red man and white have told me of her beauty, but they lied. Our rough speech is not made for such a story.” The tan which had hardly marred the softness of Marie's complexion, was now insufficient to conceal the effect of a rising tide of color. "They spoke also with forked tongues,” she said “when they said that Black Bear was no flatterer. I find him the prince of that tribe.” Vanston, who had following the conversation with growing amusement. now laughed. "Where do these young savages get this courtliness of speech. Such I have not heard since—” He paused, and Marie glanced at him with understanding sympathy. Vanston had forgotten that he had been not only father but constant tutor to Marie and that Fitzurse was the son of a French mother and an Anglo French nobleman. The conversation was in English, and Gray Eagle, understanding nothing of it looked on with a darkening scowl of perplexity and suspicion. VI. THE COUNCIL There was to be a council in three days and there Gray Eagle’s demand would be re-stated. Vanston and Fitzurse—and sometimes Marie—often walked beyond the limits of the village, continually watched, but in no danger of being overheard. Even if one of the spies came fairly close, he could not understand the conversation as the white folk talked in English. For the present there was no talk of trading, but all three tried to devise plans for the council. The night of the council was warm and clear. Numerous torchesA Cl A W A S I 1C 'I' I I E blazed throughout the island. The chief with painted body and enormous head-dress of plumes; the glistening of savage bodies, and the grimness of savage faces; darling or shadows here and there about the island; wavering lights and drifts of smoke: the beholder might think himself in some toresled interna, region. There were dances and harangues; there were plans of warfare and hunting suggested and laid by; there was much hocus-pocus by the medicine man who used these occasions for continual renewing of his prestige. After a coupie of hours of this Gray Eagle who had excercised more than his usual patience slipped forth from the ring of warriors, approached the chief who was seated on a tree-stump throne before his lodge and spoke. “You know, my father that Par Traveler, your brother, has promised to speak tonight about the giving of the maiden, his daughter. Great Wolf and warriors I ask the girl in marriage. What says John Van-ston?” Vanston came deliberately forward. He intended to follow aa closely as possible the customs of the tribe, and he knew that the Indian father, on occasions of this kind began a process of bargaining. “How many furs will Gray Eagle give? Ponies I do not want.” Contrary to the usual custom, the impatient young warrior named his final amount. "All the skins that are owned by my father and myself. For others Far Traveler must trade with the warriors who own them.” Throughout the circle there was a slight stir and a rustle of whispering. This was an enormous price to offer for a mere wife. As Vanston waited seemingly in thought. Fitzurse stepped out of the circle. "Far Traveler,” he said "I also claim the maiden in marriage and will give more furs than Gray Eagle.” The young Indian in a sudden flush of anger leaped at Fitzurse, who parried with his staff a desending knife and closed with his attacker. Vanston and Great Wolf seized Gray Eagle and held him. The youth was furious. He knew that Fitzurse was richer than any Indian of any tribe and that Vanston preferred him personally. He had also nourished since Fitzurse's arrival a jealous hatred which increased when some of his own personal followers had transferred their loyalty to the white man. “I told you, my father” he cried, "that these men were plotting against us. Take the girl from Far Traveler and give her to me. If he will have the furs, let him take them. If not we are so much the richer”. The chief turned to Vanston. 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Production More than one-half of our employees were formerly students at the S. S. S. THIRTY-THREE YEARS OF PROGRESSIVE BANKING. The Citizens National Bank Wahpeton, No. Dak. Resourses more than One Million Dollars “The Bank with the Clock” Thompson Yards Inc. Headquarters for Building Materials Paints, Varnishes and Coal A. C. McQuoid, Manager Wahpeton, N. D.T II IS A G A W A S I E “And am I not your friend and brother by oath of blood? It is my son who asks you, and his demand I favor." Fitzurse, noticing that the anger of the chief was rising spoke in placation— “Great Wolf. I have offered more than furs, but we will let that pass. Let the girl decide.” Gray Eagle spoke quickly and angrily. “So you think we are fools and children. 'Let the girl decide’— when her father favors you, and when you know that she would choose you whose language she speaks. What have squaws to do with the business of the council?" There were increasing signs of trouble. About a dozen Indians who were personal followers of Fitzurse rallied to his side; but in case ot a concerted rush they would be swept aside or killed in a moment. The chief, however waved the warriors back to their places. "What, ye snarling pack of curs, would ye lay hands on my friend? without signal from me?” His authority was great, and the surrounding Indians resumec their original places. "The decision is for me. Great Wolf, chief of (he Wahpetons and I say that my son shall have the girl.” “And I say,” said Vanston, facing the chief fearlessly but wita no evidence of anger "that he shall not.” The chief in blazing anger reached for his club but Vanston raised his hand in an authoritative manner and made a long speech. He explained that the Indians to impose their will would have to kill the white men or expel them. If they expelled them they would take sure vengeance later. If they killed them, oaths of brotherhood would be violated, and other white men would be avengers when they heard of the murder of such men as Vanston and Fitzurse. The chief replied that he did not fear the white men who never came into their country or. if they did. were too few in number to be dangerous. This objection Fitzurse answered. After bringing to bear on the assembly that power of eloquence and almost hypnotic spell of personality which had saved his life on former occasions, he cried out. "Great Wolf you will murder these defenceless white men your brothers. You do not fear the other white mien. But what of other red men? What will happen to the tribe of the Wahpetons when tine other Sioux learn that you have slain Black Bear?” It was a proud statement, hut it was true and it was effective. There were powerful men, chiefs and others in almost every tribe of the Sioux, who nearly worshipped Fitzurse. To him the fur trade, although it had yielded him enormous profits, was subordinate to the extension of this strange persona! kingship.T 11 1£ A G A W A S I E In the morning according to the linal decree, Marie was to choose between these two suitors. The control and eloquence of Vanston and Fitzurse in contrast with the increasing fury showD by his son won over the chief who was himself more reasonable than a majority of his kind. The plan had been proposed by Fitzurse during one of those formei conversations. “Among the Indians," he said, 'T am rated as high in rank or higher than Gray Eagle. Il' 1 win we can go through their form of marriage which is not binding with us." "But,” he had added suddenly “if Marie will have me, we shall be rightly married in the settlements." "What is this,” Vanston replied sharply “a matter of chivalry?” "No, I love Marie, and truly would have her for my wife." "But you have only just seen her." "What more would you have. Besides, as you must know the good ness and beauty of Marie Vanston have been told wherever traders go." At this Vanston had smiled. "Black Bear was not reputed as a marrying man." “Whom would you have me marry—out here," Pierre replied with a shrug of the shoulders and a circling gesture. "Well,” Vanston had said finally, "if you can win Marie no one will be better satisfied than I. As she grew to womanhood I have been thinking recently that I must give up this trading and take her East. But she will do no better anywhere, if she will look at it that way. than you. Pierre." The men had clasped hands and returned to camp. That was the afternoon before the present council. The immediate case was now won but great danger remained. Gray Eagle was resourceful and dangerous, the powerful medicine man was his ally, most of the Indians were hostile, and the temper of Great Wolf was uncertain. That night Fitzurse watched in front of Marie’s wigwam, and Vanston at the rear. In the morning however, Mane was gone. VII. PURSUIT Pierre found Vanston bound and gagged at the rear of the wigwam. In spite of his trained watchfulness. Gray Eagle had managed to creep near him and strike him unconscious with a club. He would have killed Vanston. but he did not want to risk his father’s anger There was a great gash cut in thfe rear of the wigwam through which, evidently. Marie had been taken. From what signs they could observe. Gray Eagle had come alone. Whether he had taken other Indians with him as he lied with his captive, remained yet to be told. As Pierre was loosing Vanston. Great Wolf and a number of otherGilles Theatre AND Opera House Anton Gilles Son Hi h Class Photoplays and Road Attractions Wahpeton, North Dakota When you call for Yellow Birch Pure Food Products, you have called for quality goods. Leach Gamble Co. 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Dietz Fresh Smoked Salted Meats Fat Cattle, Hogs, Sheep and Poultry wanted. Telephone No. 12T I I R A (I A W A S I ID warriors gathered around them. The two white men talked in English about organizing a party tor pursuit. The use ot a foreign tongue roused the chiefs suspicion, and divining what they were talking r.bout he spoke his veto: “The white men have made trouble enough. Gray Eagle is gone. No one follows." It is hardly conceivable to us how one fearless white in n has defied whole tribes ol' enemies. Vet we know that the thing has been done time and time again. It was said that if Sir Francis Drake had 'untied alone on the coast of Panama, whole Spanish garrisons would take to flight. The fact that Spanish soldiers were themselves unusually brave men makes us wonder the more what manner of man this was whose appearance and fame could throw numbers into a panic. There arc few of these men in any generation. In his own time Pierre Fitzurse wa; such a one. He turned suddenly, with such fury in his countenance that Great Wolf stepped back and the surrounding warriors a so. wondering if this man whom some thought a god were not revealing himself as an evil demon. Still advancing he cried out: “And I tell you. Great Wolf, that 1 go. if the whole race of the Sioux and all their ghosts and their gods and their devils were in my path. This is I. Black Bear, friend of manitons. brother of the lightning. Stop me who dares.” Others surged around Great Wolf, waiting for his signal. Before he could give it. Vanston stepped forward. "Hold your hand, my brother, lest you risk the life of your son and my daughter and plunge your whole tribe into misery. Do you think that Black Bear, wisest of the wise is going lo do any harm to Gray Eagle? And behold, you have me as a hostage." "Yes," said the chief grimly, “we have you as hostage and we will wait." Some of the warriors rushed forward lo seize Vanston but the chief waved them back. “This man is still my brother. We will wait." John Vanston was accustomed to look calmly into the face of death; and. at this moment he forgot himself completely in his anxiety concerning the fate of Marie. To most of us. creatures subject to fear, the moment would have been horrible: torture-lust in the eyes of the warriors, hardly held in check by their own chief; torture-lust in the glances of the squaws, already piling brush about an ominous stake in the center of the island; torture-lust in the glance of the crooked old sachem even now hobbling through the crowd with evil words. Great Wolf whose spirit knew the borders of nobility and reason might keep himself in check until news returned, hut he might not he able to check this suddenly aroused murder that whirled through I he camp. At any moment llie little island yesterday an abode ofT I I E A G A W A S I JC peaceful hunters, might resemble one of Dante's Malebolge— one tortured victim in the center, and. all around, a hell-dance of shriek ing demons, devising agonies until the tire should be set to it's work. The chief took Vanston's arm and led him from the immediate point of danger into his lodge. There they talked, apparently imheed-ful of the increasing turmoil round about. “Where has Black Bear gone?” asked Vanston. “As you have said.” the chief replied. “Black Bear is wise. What use to try to lind Gray Eagle's trail. He went alone and probably shortly after midnight, probably seeking our other village in the hills to the northeast. He will reach there before Black Bear comes. Black Bear, if he keeps to his present fury, will follow and and be slain. Your daughter will be my daughter and you remain my brother. It is well.” It was not well, but Vanston saw nothing to be gained by speech. It was a splendid proof of Great Wolf's authority that lie was able to hold in check until mid-afternoon the ferocity of his savage folk. At about four in the afternoon there was a commotion on the rising bank beyond the littie isthmus. As Vanston and Great Wolf approached. some of the crowd gave way; and through it, still splendid and terrible on his great bay horse, rode Pierre Fitzurse. Mario, unharmed, was at his side, and slightly behind, also unharmed was Gray Eagle—unharmed and unbound. As a matter of fact it had been shortly before dawn that Gray Eagle had stolen Marie, and therefore he had but slightly the start of Pierre. That start, however, would have been enough, if accident, arbiter so often of the destiny of king and peasant, had not intervened. In this case the device of accident was so simple a thing as a badger-hole and a broken leg for Gray Eagle's horse. Some of the braves who had followed Fitzurse told a strange story. They told of a trail discovered in the mud by the river bank; of a delimit young chief holding a maiden tightly bound; of the approach of Black Bear, terrible in wrath. Fitzurse might have shot Gray Eagle, hut he did not—so well he knew control over the splendid lires of his being. They told how Black Bear had dismounted, approached his enemy on foot, and spoken a few words which distance prevented them from hearing. There was a batt'e with knives between the white man and the Indian; sure victory, though after considerable time, for the white man; a gleaming knife at the victim's throat; more words unheard by the watchers. They told that Gray Eagle was permitted to rise; that Black Bear unbound the maiden: that the three came back to their group with no further word spoken; that Gray Eagle had taken a horse from one of them, and Pierre another for Marie—leaving the dispossessed to shift as best they could with their comrades. That was all. 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Now the group on the island faced merely a fact accomplished. Fitzurse rode straight to the chief and a ism ounted. hut did not kneel. At this moment he also must he a king. He spoke: “Your son. Gray Eagle is safe. My friend. Far Traveler is safe. It is well” Hut the chief returned boldly his glance and his words. “Black Bear, it must be known who is lord over the Wahpetons— Great Wolf or Black Bear. The maiden becomes the wife of my son. Tell me no more threats of vengeance by white man or Sioux, but choose whether you live or die under my law." The temper of the tribe was roused and neither wit nor courage could now serve the white man. Suddenly the knot of difficulty was cut by Gray Eagle. Now dismounting, and coming face to face with his father, lie spoke clearly forth: “To the better man the maiden goes. I choose a mate from my own people.” Then he turned and glanced meaningly at the baffled medicine man. “Black Bear is my brother. Iiis foe is my foe.” Up to this instant Fitzurse had not known whether his savage rival would break or keep the promise which bad been made knife-to-throat. What the red man’s thoughts were on the return journey no one can say,—but he had chosen to hold to his promise; and also, hence forth there was blood brotherhood between Gray Eag’e and Black Bear. VIII. THE MISSISSIPPI Order was soon restored in the camp, to the disappointment of those who had determined torture and death, and in a few days no one might have discovered elements of danger in the peaceful scene. Great Wolf was now anxious to celebrate the marriage feast of Pierre and Marie. These two. though scarcely acquainted as yet. found it good policy to he considered a betrothed couple: but they protested that it was the custom of their tribe to be married by a "black-robe” and that they would, therefore, wait until they had reached the Mississippi settlements. The three white people made preparations for departure. Fitzurse had already collected his furs and now loaded them—to the value of a king’s ransom—on hastily constructed bateaux. Vanston with his smaller store of goods for trading purchased a modest quantity. Twenty Indians, followers of Pierre, were also to take the journey serving as escort and guiding the bateaux. The period of preparation including various ceremonial feasts and conferences and dances, occupied slightly over two weeks. Then they took leave of the Wahpetons. now more friendly than ever by reason of the surprising alliance between Black Bear and their young chief, and set out with bateaux and canoes up the s’owly winding current of I he Bois-d -T II I i A G A W A S I E Sioux. Slowly they went up the Bois-de-Sioux until they reached the waters of Lake Traverse, now fortunately high. There are flood-times when the waters of Lake Traverse meet with those of Big Stone Lake; so that it might be possible to make a continuous journey by water, if the experiment were worth while, between Hudson Bay and the Gu'.f of Mexico. Now. however there was a stretch of low land between the lakes over which it was necessary to make a difficult portage. This being made, the travelers crossed Big Stone Lake and then began their journey down the river which led to the Mississippi. During the earlier stages of the journey Vanston and Pierre, driving canoes side by side, talked about their plans, about the Indians, about the extension of the fur-trade, about the future of this vast country. The partnership which Vanston asked without embarrassment. and which Pierre accorded with careless generosity was vastly to the advantage of the former; but Pierre was glad to have with him a man whose aims and whose vision accorded with his own. The later fortunes of these men is not part of our present story. It is part rather of the history of that great Northwest whose empire is even yet in process of beginning; whose story is built around the splendid labors that fame—recording only the bizarre and spectacular —forgets. My reader, if you fail to recognize t!:e names that this tale records, remember also that the trail by which you came to this one-time wilderness was blazed by many whose names you will never know, but whose souls burned with a flame as bright as the flame of Caesar or the Charlemagne. One dream at least of John Vanston and of Pierre Fitzurse was doomed to perish—recorded only in the secret golden volume where the angel of God keeps record of royal thoughts which earth has lost. Their lives—devoted only incidentally to trade— were mainly consecrate to leading the red man into ways of order and of peace. But others, ruled by lust of gold and lierce desire for the land, came to drive over the bewildered Indian the juggernaut of self-seeking that men call civilization. The rule of justice and love was practiced by a few. The coining multitude was to goad the red race to fury, and then to dispossess and slay. And few also there are who feel even the shame of the deed. The tragedy has been enacted; the play is out; and some perhaps, understand the moral. Vanston and Fitzurse perhaps, knowing well their ruthless comrades, foresaw their own work to be in vain. But the noble soul is ever accustomed to work its way and leave tiie future in the hands of fate. The last part of the journey—the days wherein the voyageurs followed the long winding of the Minnesota River—told the story of the courtship of Pierre and Marie. There is no finer tiling, within the circle or things beautiful on earth, than the love of man and maid. Poets and singers give their best to tell of this, but always seem to wait before the threshold, as worshipers before a temple whose mysteriesT H E A O A W A S I E yield not to words. Long ago a minstriel in Italian courts touched the center of our story in a few remembered lines. “Unto the gentle heart love aye repairs As doth a bird unto the green wood’s shade; Love was not truly, ere the gentle heart Nor gentle heart ere love, by nature made.” It was the season of June, fairest of seasons. Now, the northern plain left behind, the slow course of the river wound its way through rolling waves of prairie or through gentle hills. The wild rose was in bloom.; and also far and wide over the landscape, the blossoming grasses; late violets white, blue, and yellow clustering by the banks; and wild flowers of every hue. The trees in bank-side groves had come to the richest period of verdure; the wild birds to their finest caroling. Now before his tent on moon-lit evenings John Vanston sat often alone; but he could listen with a pleasure reminiscent of his own fairest days to music and song from his exultant children wandering near-by. There were delicate love-songs from the Indian language; songs in English; songs in French; but oftencst—as gayest hearts seem to delight most in songs of love denied and tender sadness— the old and ever-luiunting French melody, the “Claire Fontaine.” “J’ai perdu ma maitresse Sans pouvoir la r’trouver Pour un bouquet de roses Que je lui refusai. Je voudrais que la rose Fut encore au rosier. Et le rosier memo A la nier fut jete' II y'a longteinps que je t’aime Jamais je ne t oublierai.” The birds twittered in the trees, disturbed by the advent of foreign nightingales uncouthly using the darkness for song instead of for sleep. The Indian warriors wakened now and then to grumble at this disturbance to well-earned slumber. Vanston, smoked contentedly. and listened happily to tin? refrain triumphant: ”11 y’a longteinps quo jc t’aime Jamais je ne t’oublicrai.” And so the fair June days went on, until at last the travellers came to the majestic breadth of the Mississippi, advancing-royally through verdant lowlands flanked by royal steepnesses of summer hills. Marie from the front of the swiftly descending canoe, turned smiling toward Pierre. “It is the river of life, my beloved.” "Upon whose broad current.” answered Pierre, “May our course remain forever true.”T II K A G A W A S I E Electrical Students Visit Power Plant Thursday, March 13. the electrical engineering class toured the vicinity of Fergus Falls visiting the power plants of the Otter Tail Power Co. The class, accompanied by Pres. Riley. Instructor Barnard. John Ness, and Mr. Osiund. local manager of the Otter Tail Power Co., left early in the morning and returned late in the afternoon, putting in a full day studying the company's live electrical plants. The first plant visited was the Biska plant, located about one half mile from the city of Fergus Falls. This is a recent installation and consists of one vertical turno-generator which is rated at 650 KVA. The power house is a two story building. The lower part or ‘'Refrigerator" is where the turbine and the large step-up transformer for long distance transmission are located. The upper floor is devoted to the generator and switchboards. Here the class received its first lesson in synchronizing generators, and panel bon'd operation. From here the class proceeded to the main oflice in Fergus Here we visited Central Station which is much the same as the Biska plant. The meter department in located in the main oflice building and is the only one of its kind this side of the twin cities. The class was instructed in the use of the various instruments used in testing and standardizing meters and transformers. The most important feature of the trip came in the afternoon when we visited the Hoot Lake plant. This is the company's largest plant and is of interest both from the electrical and engineering standpoint. The Otter Tail River has a drop of a little over seventy feet in a course of eight miles but owing to the lay of the land it was impossible to dam it at any point without flooding the surrounding country. In order to get a workable waterhead the Otter Tail people have diverted the course of the river through a tunnel and into Hoot Lake and from there through a series of small marshes, coming out on top of a hill directly above the power plant. The equipment i ; composed of two hydro-turbo alternators with a capacity of 1100 and 1300 KVA respectively. and two steam turbo alternators with a capacity of 2500 KVA each. The steam plant is one of t :e best in the northwest, having a!! labor-saving devices and equipment to obtain a maximum efficiency. Owing to the fact that the plant is situated in a valley, both forced and slack draft are used, thereby eliminating the necessity of having a 250 foot stack. When combustion is taking place properly there is no smoke emitted from the slack. The heat of the gases in the smoke, that would otherwise he wasted is utilized in heating the water to boiling point before it is pumped into the boiler. The same water is used over and over again by condensing the steam from the turbines. The furnaces are equipped with automatic stokers of the latest type. From here we went to the Dayton Hollow plant, located about live miles south of Fergus. This plant is exclusively water power, the equipment consisting of three hydro-turbo alternators with capacityT M 12 G A W A S I E oi' 650 KVA each. At this plant we witnessed the daily charging of the lightning arresters which was of great interest to all. As it was getting late in the afternoon and thoughts of the stag party hack home cattle to our minds we bid our friends goodbye and set sail for home. The class and instructors feel that they are greatly benefited by the trip. The inspection of the power plants and the explan.. given by the officials taught and made them understand many I.tings which could he comprehended in no other way. The school and the electrical class wish to thank the Otter Tall people for their interest in the electrical course, which was evident during their visit to the company’s power plants. Those participating in the event were as follows; 12. F. Riley, B. 11. Barnard, J. Ness. 1). Oslmul. H. Anderson, L. Bergman, H. Davis, .M. Early, T. Hawk. O. Lebacken. H. Mangskau, M. Moses. L. McDougail. •j. Ogland. II. Pope, II. Rosholt, 0. Ruddy, L. Van NVeciiel. M. Vooge —Small Pica. Stenogs Show Spurt of Speed Seventeen certificates of proficiency, seven proficiency pins, and two advanced certificates make up the record of the typewriting students to date. The holders of the two advanced certificates are Emma Brunner and Agues Jacobsen. Miss Brunner held the record for this district for several months by a sixty word per minute average, this last week, however, Agnes Jacobsen forced her from her position with a sixty-one word average. The detailed record of Miss Jacobsen speed test gives her an average of sixty one words per minute lot-each fifteen minutes with but three errors. Gold pins for records of forty live or more words per minute have been awarded Clara Heien. Pauline Hager, Agnes Jacobsen, Ann Plaisted and Evelyn Salmonsen. Elfreda Berndt. Irving Maries. Ida Lucas. Orin Myhre. Charlotte Peterson, Ann Plaisted. Evelyn Salmonsen and Joseph Skovholt are the latest students to be awarded proficiency certificates. All of these awards are being made by the Royal Typewriter Company.—Small Pica. English Class Edits Pica 'Pile College English I class edited the leu page Easter edition of the Small Pica The various departments and those in charge were as follows: Editorial—Edward Schneider. Bertha Moats. Michael Peterson. Lawrence IJlsaker.T 11 E A O A W A S I E Easter Feature—Marguerite Voyen. Evangeline Burnson, Angeline Schmitt, Elaine Waite. Story—Laura Holthusen. Eflie Larsou. Irene Bjornson. Alice Rassier. Trades—Harry Davis, Hugh Mangskaw, Thore Hawk, Marlowe Moses. Junior College—Hugo Johnson, Floyd Had rich, Lester McDougall, William Schmitt. Humor—William Burnson. Merlin Early, George Fisher. Ormenso Bjork, Gordon Reeder.Better Footwear Better Styles Lower Prices “A Libber Shoe is a GOOD Shoe— A L WA YS" Authorized Buick Service Station EXIDE BATTERIES When Better Automobiles are Built BUICK Will Build Them When Better Automobiles are Sold LILLEGARD Will Sell Them Emblem of Satisfaction TIRES, ACCESSORIES, GASOLINE, AND OILS Telephone 102 I. E. LILLEGARD 208 Dakota Ave V. .JThe National Bank OF WAHPETON While you attend the Science School, keep your bank account at this bank. A bank account is a good habit to get into, and the best time to begin is during your school days. We will appreciate your account, we assure you. “The bank of personal service.” The National Bank of Wahpeton MERCHANTS HOTEL T. E. McAllister, Prop. H -a:! limners for Athletic Teams Science St udents and Friends E. Karst R. Hintgen H. Hintgen Electrical Contracting and Repairing, wahpetqn electric (Oj Fixtures and Supplies - Wiring Our Specialty Radio Supplies Wahpeton ..... North Dakota£ Tailoring Furnishing, Hats and Caps u ogg®1; ' The Kodak Shop 24 hour Service Wahpeton, N. D. June Dahlgren Prop. Free : One nx7 enlargement with each $1.00 worth of work. Mai! Orders Given Prompt attention Hand Painted Enlargements Royal Typewriters The Proof of the Typewriter is in the Typing. Thats why the State School of Science uses ROYALS exclusively in all their depart ments. We Sell, Rent, Rebuild and Repair Typewriters, new or rebuilt. Students: Your opportunity to secure a machine either by renting or purchasing. Lowest rates. Become a more efficient typist by practising at home. OFFICE SPECIALTIES COMPANY FARGO, N. D. OFFICIAL REPORTS of all Athletic Contests are Received Here Phone 241W for the Score KRAKER BROTHERS Wahpeton, N. D. LACY’S—JEWELRY “The Class Ring, Store" Graduation Gifts Gruen Watches fiU« uakota Avenue Established 1882 The Wahpeton Globe Richland County’s Leading Newspaper “All Over the County—Twice-a-Week” True G asoline MOTOR OIL COMPANY Dealers in High Grade Petroleum Products Cor. Seventh St. and Dakota Ave. MOTOR OIL sThe Northwestern Sheet and Iron Works (A North Dakota Corporation) Wishes the Students of the State School of Science The Greatest Success in everything They Undertake, Not Only in the Activities of School Life, Rut Also in the Greater Activities of Life After Their School Days are Over. Englehard’s Grocery “Where Economy Rules” Phone 96 Electrik Maid Bake Shop Products. “Taste the Difference” PASTRY GOODS AND GOODIES BAKED EVERY DAY When 96 is busy call 97r .___ 7 Forman Fuel Company 'Fry Our Smokeless Range Coal Phone W Koch’s Lunch We Cater to S. S. S. Students Open All Night Drink Minnehaha Ale Gilles Co. Jobbers Breckenridge. Minn. Phone 2 4 Wahpeton Bottling Works C rhonators and Dealers in Soda and Mineral Waters Peter Schmitt, Prop. Phone 100 .J Orange Crush I.etnon Crush Cherry Sparkle Red River Bottling Works Table Waters, Sodas and Ciders BOTTLERS OF HIRES Wahpeton, N. D. What are the Facts? There is a wise old saying that “the proof of the pudding is the eating thereof.” We all appreciate that. Regardless of what we say of ourselves and of our goods and what others may say about us and the kind of goods we carry, it is a fact that you can better judge for yourself. In this way you can obtain unimpeachable evidence of what are the facts. Our policy, our methods, our values—even our prices—are open and alike to all. We invite critical inspection. J. C. Penney Co. Wahpeton, N. D.AL. A. SEIFERT The Hallmark Jewelers 121 Dakota Ave., Wahpeton, N. D. Diamonds-Sheet M usic-Pianos WAHPETON BATTERY SERVICE COMPANY Storage Batteries Phone In? Chas. Sturdevnnt, Prop. Begin to trade with us-- You Will Continue THE VOVES GROCERY THE CANTY MILLINERY Dakota Avenue WAHPETON, N. D. COLUMBIA Grafonolas BRUNSWICK Phonographs $30 to $175 All the Latest Song Hits and Dance Music on Columbia Records Come in and hear them. Schmitt Olson Wahpeton, North Dakota. PYORRHEA X-RAY I)R. H. II. PFISTER DENTIST Over Dietz Murray JONES BAUMHOEFNER Attorneys at Law WAHPETON, N. D. For Bargains in Ch 11a ware, Ena me! ware, Graniteware. Notions, Toys and 5c and 10c Goods go to Bergman’s Variety Store Wahpeton An Investment In Good Tools Pays Big, Dividends In Satisfaction We carry a very large stock of high grade tools. Every tool FULLY GUARANTEED CONNOLLY BROS. Wahpeton Implement Company Frank Budack Son Dealers in John Deere Machinery anti Tractors, De Laval Cream Separators and Milking Machines, Harness and Washing Machines Phone 238 Wahpeton, N. D.------ —- -.....— ■ New Meat Market FRESH, SALT, AND SMOKED MEATS, GAME, FISH, AND CANNED GOODS Better Meats Cleaner Meats Quicker Service FRANK BENDA, Proprietor The Hussmanized Sanitary Meat Market Planning a Future Home A visit to the Vertin's Stores will make your selection easy in furnishing your home. We carry a most complete stock of up-to-date FURNITURE-RUGS-BEDDING Everything for the Home Beautiful Pianos and Player Pianos New Records Always on hand Vertin Furniture Co. Furniture anti Undertaking Wahpeton — Brecken ridge Grass Field Garden SEEDS for Critical Trade We offer selected stocks of seeds combined with prompt service and personal interest. Our prices are consistent with quality and represent good values. MAY WE QUOTE YOU? HOLTHUSEN BROS., Seeds-Feeds-Poultry Supplies Wahpeton, No. Dak. j -------------- ■ D Edison Phono- graphsThe Health of Your Family in your home depends to a great extent on a good Sanitary system of plumbing and a Hygienic system of heating. We make inspections and give estimated costs of the above installations upon request. We also make inspections and tests on old plumbing and heating systems. We also carry Builders Hardware, Paints Varnishes,Tools, Garden Tools, Household Utensils, Dairy Farm Utensils, Fishing Tackle, Flashlights, Oil Stoves, Monarch Ranges, Belting, Garden Hose, Eave trough gutters, Conductor pipe and Fittings, Galvanized Iron Cisterns. Stove pipe and Elbows made to order. A. W. Hoppert, Pres. E. L Hoppert, V. Pres. A. H. Miller, Sec. Treas. Phone 79W Wahpeton, N. I). HEATING Steam Vapor Vacuum Vacuum Hot Water Warm Air Areola Systems Pipeless Furnaces PLUMBING Sewer Water Connections Automatic Water Systems Septic Tanks Filtration Beds

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