Caldwell High School - Cougar Yearbook (Caldwell, ID)

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Page 28 P O W W O W 1921 saw, were Leona Anawalt, Alma, Marjorie, Ruth Baker, and Wilma. Ila seemed to be directing affairs. Suddenly there broke out in the bushes, such an uproar of growls and howls, intermingled with the Senior War whoops that the women started back with cries of alarm. Then there crashed from the woods the forms of a man and a huge gorilla, locked in a death-like grip. They fought furiously for fully five min- utes, when the man got the upper hand. VVith a powerful full Nelson he slowly broke the criminalys neck. The man was our wrestler, Chilton Bryant. The mirror grew cloudy, then blank. A stupendous spectacle was before my eyes. A solid wall of high cliffs was outlined in the blaze of an immense fire built just to one side. Near the base of these cliffs, carved into the living rock, was the massive doorway to a cave. Huge Grecian columns supported the roof, while friezes of the World of War ornamented the sides. This was doubtless the work of some sculptor of years gone by. Steps led up to a huge portico which overshadowed the doorway. Seated expectantly in a great semi-circle, sharply outlined by the flickering tongues of flame, was a crowd of people, gowned all in white. Cloth seemed to be scarce in this land of barbarism so I judged the scene to be one of religious solemnity. All at once, the crowd craned forward to catch a better glimpse of a figure that had ad- vanced from the doorway. Slowly the figure came forth upon the portico. A murmur ran through the crowd, stilled by a mysterious personage in the lifting of the right hand. Lo! It was a woman and thus she spoke: I, Kerube Steensland, having been duly elected High Priestess of Yell, have gathered here tonight for the encouragement of our warriors in the coming battle. Now, let's cheer them on. Are you ready? Yea! came forth from the throats of the crowd in a mighty roar. Let's Go! ! 'tThunder! Thunder! Thunderation! We're the Senior aggregation- We're the makers of a nation- Thunder! Thunder! Thunderation! The walls of the canyon reverberated until they shook with the intensity of the sound. Again a solemn stillness reigned as the Priestess lifted her hand on high. A recommendable yell, she declared. HNow the custodians of the sacred football will approach. Then as the roll was called, each priestess came forward: Kathleen, Mar- garet Boone, Edith, Ethel, Ecco, Lola, Marie, Doris, Neva, Beryldine, Lillian, Ruth White, Frances Feuling, Emilie, all here! UHere custodian, propose the toast. At this, one of the cutodians stepped forward, holding in her hand a golden goblet, the bowl of which was like a football, and saying: Success to our men in football and to each other. The crowd responded by clinking goblets, mysteriously produced and drinking with a will. The high priestess again spoke: 'tThe custodians of the sacred basketball now step forwardf' Margaret Gray, Dorothy, Leona Ernst, Hazel Faris, Esther, Frances Noggle, Clara, Laura, Hazel Snell, Gladys, Fern, Essie, Myrtle. All here? No, where's Dorothy? Oh, I see, acting as the Queen's favorite Maid of Honor. Well, excused this time. But tell her not to let it happen again. A figure arose in the crowd. UI make the motion, sent arose from the throng. 'tl make the motion, he repeated, for I recognized him as Clarence Rawlings, but amid cries of 'tPut him out, o was ingloriously dragged to a sitting position. Suddenly the cries were hushed for out on the portico walked a stately woman. This woman, I judged to be the tribal advisor and medicine woman was none other than Miss Ida White. Chairman, and Subjects, please see at once that the space between rows is free from rubbish for the High Plenipotentiary of the tribes is on a tour of inspection. -M. S., '21. he said. A murmur of dis- n with the ceremony, he

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1921 P O W W O W Page 27 Senior Prophecy IRST, if the things told in this prophecy seem impossible, I can but say that they are exactly as I saw them at the astrologer's. The astrologer lives in the central part of town, so thence I proceeded. The man himself answered my ring. The future of the Senior Class? Yes, yes, right this way, Sahib. Right in here. A low, dark room furnished in luxurious oriental taste greeted my eyes. Three shrouded stands in one corner especially attracted my attention. The future, you said, Sahib? The third stand to the right, and uncover the mirror. I did so. Nothing happened. Sahib must first drink this. I drank, and immediately a sense of pleasurable satisfaction came over me. I sank into the chair and looked into the mirror. It grew misty, opaque, then slowly cleared. I was looking into a large canyon. The high, rocky walls were covered with a verdant green. A small grove of trees was in the foreground. Beside the grove was a fire, Gathered around the fire was a motley group of creatures, half naked and half covered with skins of wild animals. A council was taking place! Surely this was not the future. It must be the past. But no! the date on the mirror showed 1999! The world had reverted to the primitive! Again I looked at the canyon. A man of large stature and portly mein had arisen. In his hand he held a skin. He began to read. Faintly I heard his words: Fellow students and class mates, we are now about to participate in a hard fought and bloody battle with our old enemy, Nampa. All here voting death to the foe respond. A thunderous Aye rolled back. Classmen, the roll for the warriors against Nampa will now be called. Please respond with Death. Caldwell, Sowerg Spechtg Springer, Spillman, Teach: Plattg Postlethwaiteg Lowell, Robinson, Scotty all here. Good! Prepare your weapon! Be ready to attack at sunrise two days hence. On with the dance! At this the men seized their weapons and commenced a slow, sinuous dance, chant- ing meanwhile, Death! death! to Nampa, Nampa, as they swayed to and fro. I noticed a curious circumstance. Their names were tatooed across their backs. I read on the back of the leader, the name, Ralph Hodge. The scene faded. Then grew opaque, then cleared again, showing in the same canyon, a large cave hollowed out by water. A small fire glowed in the interior. As I watched, a man withdrew from the coals a white-hot piece of flint, which he chipped with a fragment of coal flint until he had shaped a spearhead. Around the cave were other men employed in the making of arrow and spear shafts. When they turned in their work, I could read their names on their backs. Barnes, Christopher, Edlefsen, Mendenhall, Morris and Viloodhouse were there, engaged in the manufacture of arms. Seated to one side, studing the mechanism of a machine, was a man. The machine was a catapult and the man was Van Cleve. Suddenly the sound of running was heard. The men caught up their weapons, but laughed and threw them down when they saw Tom Wentz. But he had important news: Hodge says you fellows make a rear attack upon Nampa with the catapult two days hence at sunrise. The scene was blotted out to change again. Upon a high rock, over-looking the entrance to the canyon, and surrounded by boulders of various sizes, stood a young woman. Lying unconscious at the foot of the great rock, was a man whom I saw to be Conley. Then I knew that the woman was Fannie! for she had always tried to make a hit with the new men. For the fourth time, the glass grew misty and the new scene was transformed to a small clearing in,the woods. Suspended from the high limbs of great trees were huge pieces of meat. Women were hustling about, or bending over the Haines and turning large skewers on which were the chunks of meat roasting. These women I

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