Arcata High School - Advance Yearbook (Arcata, CA)

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as a whole remain the same, though an individual man may rise or sink i' the scale. Both poems, then, portray the con- quest of a mind over all the influen- ces which might drag it down. And this victory is shown by the fact that both the man and woman are brought into a closer relation with men. This alone is the victory and alone can be the victory. For surely no character can have reached its highest develop- ment until it can take its place un- abashed among its companions in the world, only when it is one -with its kind. 09212 in the Eging Hear. Hail to the dying year! Children of earth Fall not upon her breast, to despair addrest! Lift up your heads and hear the Bells, Hark! for past grief is fleeing, and lost hopes are bleeding. Hail! The city is enfolded in the cloak of Night, But look! the moon with its silver beams Stands guardg The steeples rise in the dusky light, Twenty-four Sentinels of Love on every hand, V Awake! See the bells, they are swing- ing, To the heart they are ringing New love and hope. How the heart doth leap! How the pulse doth beat! The babe stirs in its sleep But knows it uotg The mother smiles and understands. Each saddened heart with new hope smiles and feels- The happiness of earth. Gertrude Harlan, '14

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This story, dealing with problems of character and thought, is told in a few bold lines, brief yet vivid. The whole poem is a series of extracts from a life. They may come in suc- cession by days or they may be chosen at intervals, but the fact remains that they form together a cycle of char- acter development. In this poem the first portion is devoted to the study of the influence of actual natural conditions upon mood. This development of mood may be divided into two parts, doubt and certainty. ' Doubt to james Lee's wife means dread and foreboding, which makes, unconsciously through its own force, all nature foretell sorrow and misfor- tune. Nature, while seeming to pro- duce this dread, is in reality forced to assume its threatening aspect through the strength of the wife's m00d. Ah, Love, but a day, And the world has changed! The sun's away, And the bird estrangedg The wind has dropped, And the sky's deranged: Summer has stopped. In this mood nature, however bright it might be, would foretell to her harm and sorrow. Our fig-tree, that leaned for the salt- ness has furled Her five fingers, Each leaf like a hand opened wide to the world Where there lingers No glint of the gold Summer sent for her sakeg How the vines writhe in rows, each im- paled an its stake! My heart shrivels up and my spirit shrinks curled. At length she is forced to admit that her husband has lost his love for her, and she accepts this decree in a manner which proves her innate strength. Nothing can be as it has been before: Better, so call it, only not the Same. To draw one beauty into our heart's core, And keep it changelessl Such our claimi So answer, Nevermorel Change is the law of the universe, and she submits, feeling that it is for the best, thinking. however to herself: Only, for man, how bitter not to grave On his sou1't hands' palms one fair. good, wise thing Just as he grasped it! . But with this certainty the changs ing moods of the wife cease and the development of her character in the truest sense begins. Her love loses its selfishness and extends to all mankind. - She leaves her husband and ap- parently her love for him or her life is a failure 5 but in spite of all she has a perfect faith in a perfect love. These poems are written by differ- ene men whose viewsiand ideals of life are far different. The material and treatment Of the poems are not alike. But the conclusion reached by both is essentially the same, that character may be developed by the growth of a spiritual quality,-love, hatred, fear or jealousy. And this one determin- ing quality or characteristic affects a person's attitude toward nature and toward men. Thus we see that the mind alone is supreme, the mind alone can judge or reward our actions. The mind can, it is true, be influenced not by nature or by men, but only by itself or its dominating characteristic. Na- ture is our servant and assumes to our eyes an aspect corresponding to the conditions of our minds. Men Twenty-three

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mil? Glragehg nf the llllagir Cllirrlr. C Mary Turner, '15. In the beginning, Jove created day and night, joint rulers of the earth. and condemned them to pursue one another in a circle forever. Ages upon ages afterwards, weary and blinded by Apollo's bright rays, Nox, the Goddess of Darkness, glanc- ed in disgust at the abhorred universe which had caused the great misfor- tune of her immortal life. The glance rapidly became a fixed gaze, and the feeling of disgust, one of admiration, for she saw deep in the dark cool shady heart of a sighing Redwood Forest, Silver Tip, a giant timber-wolf raise his blood-shot eyes to the stars and give forth the mournful howl of his kind. Three times the loud and protracted wail rent the silence, echo- ed and was lost in the distance, then he laid -his head down between his two great paws, his warm red tongue loll- ing out between his white jagged teeth and waited for the coming of his pack, grey nose pointed to the East. He remained in this position until midnight, his body almost concealed among the fern and trilliums of the Magic Circle where the wolves of the North Country competed every year for the leadership of their thievish band. On the West of the circle was a huge boulder, overgrown with violets, hairbells and fivefingers, while six Redwoods, looming up hundreds of feet into the sky completed the almost perfect natural ring. The spaces be- tween the old Giants were filled by green salmon-berry bushes upon which the luscious yellow fruit gleam- ed out brightly in the moonlight. Just as the moon overhead reached a point directly above the center of the Circle the bushes between the six trees were pushed slowly and noise- lessly aside, and the gaunt grey band entered, forming an arena four deep around old King Silver Tip, who had guided them upon their kills ten years, and who had in that time struggled against, defeated and destroyed ten of their number. - Sadly he raised his face to the Moon-Goddess and gave forth a dis- mal, pleading howl as if entreating her aid against Young Republican, the strongest wolf in the region and the would-be leader of the pack. Fiendishly the wolves regarded him, lapping their .tongues around their lips. No mercy lit up their wicked, green eyes but hate shone unreserved- ly there, the hate of the stronger for the weak. Well they knew that the old King's experienced cunning and saga- city might go for naught, pitted against the strength and the litheness of his adversary. Slyly and silently Republican marched into the ring, touched noses with Silver Tip, and they both sprang back to the opposite edges of the breathing, snapping circle. Time and again this happened until Silver Tip's shoulders were covered with wounds and Republican's with blood though he himself was unharmed save for a small scratch across his soft, black nose. The silence of the woods was brok- en now only by the moaning of the Redwoods and the clash of the rivals' teeth. The onlookers thought that the King's last fight was ended but Twenty-five