Bacone College - Warrior Yearbook (Muskogee, OK)

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32 THE BACONE CHIEF meet him and asked what he saw around the tepee of the Medicine Man, and looking up he 'saw a great many black animals approaching the wizard's tepee. Suddenly the wind began to blow, the lightning flashed and was answered by loud claps of thunder. The Indians knew that the animals of the lower world had come to claim their victim. Presently a large black serpent glided out 0 the wig- wam and was followed by black beasts of all descriptions, some with wings, horns, and eyes of fire. Then everything was quiet and lstillness reigned. The next day the Indians killed a large buffalo and had a feast in honor of the happy pair-Wahnahka and Little Bear, and also made him Chief. The Indians learned that the Medicine Man had been killing their people for many, many years, and had stolen their wampum. But not even the sly old wizard was able to conceal his sins from the world. He had been caught, found guilty, and transformed into a black serpent. Thus runs the story of The Passing of the Wizard. ATI-IALENE BROWN, '17, ' Q DREAMING. One night in late November, 1 sat alone in my room, trying to learn some of the things, which I would be ex- pected to know next day. After two hours of indifferent studying, I began to feel painfully sleepy. Going to the window, I threw it open, and looked out into the dark and misty night, where the Cottonwood trees, which had so re- cently parted with their holiday costumes, appeared ghostly bare and bleak. When I turned my gaze toward the city, I thought of Longfellow's memorable lines: I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the inist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me That my soul cannot resist. Casting a last look at the heavens, I noticed the stars, which I thought looked cold, and twinkled less brilliantly than was their wont. Having been refreshed by the cool, damp breeze of the night, I sat down in my chair, and began to read -Gardiner's French Revolution . I read and read until the sigh of the Cottonwood trees became less and less audible, and the puff- ing of the long freight trains began to sound like the mur-

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THE BACONE CHIEF 31 had come to accompany her father's spirit to the happy hunting ground. Then stooping down she kissed him for the last time and walked out among the trees there to weep and mourn. Three years have passed and Wahnahka is seen slowly ascending the hill which is opposite the camp. She seemed to be very sadg perhaps she was thinking of the morrow when she was to become the bride of the Medicine Man. On the day before the marriage of the Chiefs daughter the flowers were always given power by the Great Spirit to speak to the bride and warn her by omens. Each little flower bowed its head in homage as they bade her good morning. Then a big white lily said: If you pluck me and go where I point, I will show you a secret. The little violets and daisies implored her to take them also. Then Wahnahka gathered a large bouquet of violets and made a wreath of the flowervs and placed them on her head. She then began to pick daisies and when she had gathered a large bouquet she stooped down and dug up the beautiful lily. The lily immediately began to point to a large rock about a half mile away. .Wahnahka kept going until the violets warned her to go quietly for if she was caught there she would be killed. So she crept along quite noiselessly until she had reached the rock. Peep in whispered a wee little Daisy. When Wahnahka looked inside the great rock she saw the Medicine Man dancing around a large pile of bones. These were the bones of the people he had killed in some mysterious way. The wizard did not know that he was being watched so he took several big leaves and put them in a pot of boiling water. That is the poison medicine which has killed so many people, said the lily. Wahnahka asked her friends, the flowers, what to do, and the violets cried: Send us as a message to your lover. Wahnahka granted the request and took the little wreath, fastened it to an arrow and aimed at the highest oak. She gently pulled the bow and away Hew the arrow into the air. That evening as Little Bear was passing through the Woods, he saw the arrow which was the bearer of a message from his loved one. He climbed up the tree to where the arrow was hanging, and the violets told him the story of their adventure. Little Bear at once started to the camp to tell the In- dians about the Medicine Man. Wheii he reached the camp every one came running to

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THE BACONE CHIEF 33 murs of a disheartened people, overwhelmed by their daily burdens. All at once, I thought that I had graduated, that I had placed my LL. B. in my trunk, and was being floated across the mighty Atlantic. When I landed in England, it seemed to me to be vastly different from the England of which I had studied. As I toured my own native country of Ireland, I was surprised to see soldiers here, soldiers everywhere, who showed the scars of recent service. However, I said to myself, I am much pleased to note the number of men who represent them in the English Parliament. As I entered Berlin one evening I saw happy crowds of people thronging the streets, shouting something, which I later learned was Hurrah for the President l A few days later, while in Paris, I noticed that everyone seemed con- tented, even gay, and while reading the editorials in the paper, I was impressed by the number of references to Rus- sia. Even the people on the streets seemed to talk about nothing but- What! OH! The ten o'clock bell! Have I been dream- ing? JNO. L. MURPHY. - THE IDEAL YOUNG WOMEN. Elbert Hubbard usays, You had better live your best and act your best, and think your best today, for today is the sure preparation for tomorrow and all the other tomor- rows that follow. I have in mind the Ideal Young Woman. She has a cheerful and happy countenance and this is the best invest- ment a woman can make. It is a double reaction g just the habit of a sunny countenance makes one feel better. Even those around her have the same feeling and through them again reacts upon self. Her dress and hair are always neat, plain and simple. She never dresses to the extreme in order to attract the at- tention of others. She never wears an ornament simply be- cause it is pretty in itself g cheap jewelry and trinkets are never seen about her. Her voice is low and sweet and you never hear her using by-words or slang expressions. She is gentle, kind, unselfish, sincere and has respect for those about her. Her grace of movement expresses the rythm and har- mony of her inner life. She is never silly, and while on the streets she ims careful of her actions and conduct. She has no desire to go to dances, balls, or moving picture shows.