Simpson College - Zenith Yearbook (Indianola, IA)

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Seeking and yet never finding One to satisfy his longing, One whom he might love and cherish. Till one evening in the twilight As the shadows slowly lengthened O’er the gently rolling prairies. And the music of the waters Rippling o’er their rocky courses Softly lulled him into slumber, Indianola saw a vision, Saw a wondrous revelation. Passing by him like a spirit Was a tall and stately maiden. Light her tread was as a zephyr From the west at evening blowing. And her voice like rippling waters. Fair of countenance and lovely With a smile that like the sunshine Warmed and brightened all about her. And it cheered brave Indianola, Thrilled his soul and made his heart leap With the promise of the future. Then the maiden vanished from him And he heard a spirit speaking From the peaceful sky above him, From the land of the Great Spirit, From the realm of the Hereafter. And there came to him a message Words of praise and admonition. Words directing him to action: “Now arise, O Indianola, Get thee up and take thy weapons, Gird thyself for pleasant duties. Now return unto thy people. To the fair land of thy childhood. For there sojourns in thy country Now the people called Methodes. There among them dwells the maiden. Go and woo her, she is waiting For a lover strong and fearless For one able to protect her. She is known among her people As Simpsonia the lovely. As the fairest of the maidens Of the tribes between the rivers. Thou shalt build for her a wigwam Large and ample, fully furnished, With the trophies of your prowess;

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Cfie ®SJootng of tntpsonta 3 ix Juniors PART I. ONG ago when o’er the prairies Roamed the bison without number, And the grey wolf of the forest Hunted down the timid wild deer. When the rivers and the marshes Were all clear and crystal waters, Clear and sweet and sparkling waters, There was seen a mighty warrior Roataing through the virgin forests. Through the woods and o’er the prairies. Tall and handsome was this warrior. Tall and strong was Indianola, .And a great and mighty chieftain In a rich and powerful nation. Fearless was he, and his courage Like a swiftly flowing river Knew no check and brooked no curbing, Knew no stopping nor cessation. He was loved by all his people, Loved and feared by youths and maidens, Loved and honored by his seniors. And in turn he served his nation As a true and faithful chieftain; . Led his warriors into battle. Led them onward with his war-cry, And they won in every conflict, Never failed to gain the victory When the mighty Indianola Was their leader and protector. Maidens were there in his nation, Maidens tall and fair and comely. Yet he could not find among them One who satisfied the yearning Of his love so strong and tender. So he walked amidst the forests, Wandered far upon the prairies. Called upon his friends to westward. Visited the tribes to eastward, Made a journey to the southward And another to the northward, Seeking always for a maiden,

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And your lives shall be a blessing And make happy all around you. From your wigwam shall your children Go from under your instruction, ; From your wise and noble counsel. Go to help and be a blessing To all peoples and all nations.” Thus there came to Indianola From the heart of the Great Spirit Words of cheer and admonition. Words directing him to action. Then he wakened from his dreaming Started up and looked around him, Looked in vain to see the maiden. Wondered whence had come the message; Saw the stars above him shining. Heard the crickets round him singing. Then returned he to his people. Called together all his warriors. Told them of his revelation Cf the tall and fair Simpsonia, She. the loveliest of maidens; Told them of the spirit’s message. Of the words of admonition. Told them of his plan and purpose Straight to win the fair Simpsonia. PART II. After ranv days the warrior. The brave chieftain Indianola Bore the lovely maiden homeward O’er the fair and sunlit prairies. Where the rivers broad and mighty. From its lake the Mississippi, From the mountains the Missouri, Gently sweep through prairie grasses Mightv serpents of the North-land. Soon he met his tribe reioicing. Loudly chanted they his praises; Saw the beauty of Simpsonia Deeolv loved the noble maiden, I oved her as one sent from Heaven By the grace of the Great Spirit, Fairest blossom of the prairies. Bowed in reverence before her For they doubted not her coming