Cashmere High School - Ka Hi Wa Yearbook (Cashmere, WA)

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,ff Y s THE KASHMIR Page three Behinatinn TO THE SPIRIT OF ADVENTURE, WHICH, GAINED FROM THE EXAMPLE OF THE NATIVE AMERICAN AND OUR PION- EER FOREFATHERS HAS MADE AMERICA THE FOREMOST AMONG NATIONSQ AMERICA-WHO GIVES TO HER SONS AND DAUGHTERS THE OPPORTUNITY TO ACCOMPLISH WHAT- EVER THEY UNDERTAKE. TO THIS SPIRIT WE DEDICATE THE THIRD VOLUME OF THE KASHMIR 'al ir -sl FS. 4.-i-'stiff I bi.. QQ f, I I A. ' I f 1-llS ' Q - jc 'Y'l ' ' il Y Y A V3 Civ ,- I - K I ' Q-7

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Page two jfuretnnrh Before We pack our tepees in preparation for moving on to another successful year in C. H. S., let us sit once more before our council fire and reflect on the many pow- wows and ceremonies that have been held in our ceremonial Hut these last nine moons. Let us allow the chief scribes to briefly out- line these many adventures which have hap- pened to the four tribes: Freshmen, Sopho- mores, Juniors, and Seniors, during their 1930 sojourn up the Valley of Education. - fr S . M N. 4 lx., L-. 2,5 H to to ct to f J 1.f 'fA' LJ . f if c fe 1

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.2 5 Page four THE YKASHVMTK Ghz Sung uf Ilaiatnatba Ye who love Indian legends, Love the ballads of a people, That like voices from afar off Call to us to pause and listen, Speak in tunes so plain and childlike, Scarcely can the ear distinguish Whether they are sung 01' spoken:- Listen to this Indian Legend, To the Song of Hiawatha! Ye whose hearts are fresh and simple, Who have faith in God and Nature, Who believe that in all ages Every human heart is human, That in even savage bosoms There are longings, yearnings, strivings For the good they comprehend not, That the feeble hands and helpless, Groping blindly in the darkness And are lifted up and strengthened,- . Listen to this simple story, To the Song of Hiawatha! 7, Ye, who sometimes, in your rambles Through the green lanes of the country, Where the tangled barberry-bushes Hang their tufts of crimson berries ' Over stone walls gray with mosses, ' Pause by some neglected graveyard, - For a while to muse, and ponder ' On a half effaced inscription, ' Written with little skill of song-craft, Homely phrases, but each letter , Full of hope and yet ol' heart-break, Full of all the tender pathos Of the Here and the Hereafterg- Stay and read this rude inscription, Read the Song of Hiawatha! --Henry Wadsworth Longfellow X-.B .-.jj s X l R S Nr. 1 lx MK 2 .: 1 ' ff' A- 4'AA --A-4' '1--f' if J ex-X-A Y-1, V, to 41, I 1