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14 THE ANNUAL REFLECTOR
The Reflector Literary Contest
mHE Reflector Literary Contest, the results of which are herewith
printed,was conducted during March and April in order to stimulate
activity along literary lines as well as to create interest in this, our
Annual Redector. We are happy to present the following selections out
' of over 100 praiseworthy entries and you may rest assured the judges had '
a very difficult time making their decisions. Our congratulations to every
single person who entered the contest for the excellence of the material
submitted. We wish every single one of you could have received a prize!
Let us express our appreciation to the teachers who so generously gave
their time in the judging of these entries. '
The Mystery Lady
First Prize, Story Contest, by BIRD-ELLEN M. GAGE
N a quaint old New England city on the
shore of the Atlantic there is preserved
an interesting relic-a carved figure-
head of a beautiful woman holding aloft a
laurel wreath, as if waiting for some de-
serving stranger to appear to claim the
In the old days of whaling ships, every
ship had its figurehead, in fact, sailors
refused to sign on a ship that did not carry
one which was usually the figure of a
woman, as they looked upon such a figure as
a sort of guardian angel which would lead
them safely home to their families.
The iigurehead that gives its name to
my story is one of unusual beauty. For
many years it crowned a ship chandler's
establishment but on the retirement ofthe
merchant, he placed it on the roof over the
verandah of his fine new home.
Onefine May day two children wereplay-
ing in the sunny garden of this house while
its owner, their grandfather, sat nearby in
an easy garden chair watching, as always,
One of the children, the eldest and a
boy, suddenly stopped in his playand ran
to his grandfather, saying, Tell us again
grandfather, the story of the Mystery Lady?
Very well, John, replied the elderly man.
With his words the child Margaret came
running to take her favorite perch upon
lt was in 1865, began the grandfather,
that the ship the Juan?1tcz,, of which I was
captain, was speeding homeward on the
Indian Ocean when suddenly the lookout
shouted woman afloat! A boat was
lowered. The sailors were surprised to see
a colossal Hgure, delicately featured and
painted, cradled in the arms of the sea.
She was amazingly lifelike with black flow-
ing hair and white robe. The laurel wreath
in her hands was green. Carefully we
raised the figure and hoisted it to our decks.
Then we found her too large to be placed
in the hold so all we could do was to saw
the 'figure in two below the Waist and stew
it away in the hold. There was no way of
knowing to what ship she belonged. There
had been many severe gales. Only one thing
We could say with certainty, she must have
headed some great merchant clipper voyag-
ing to the Indies for silks and sandalwood,
for this was no common figurehead. A great
artist must have designed her, for beauty
is revealed in every feature. in the folds of
her garments but especially in her lovely
We brought the figure, known now to
the crew as the mystery lady home here
where the town gave her a royal welcome.
For many years she has been like a part of
myown familyf' The old man's voicetrailed
into silence and he seemed to have finished
his tale. But he was not to be allowed to do
so before the stirring conclusion on the
story which the children knew as well. as
UGO on, grand-fatherf' urged Margaret,
tell us of the lovely lady who fainted on
'iYes, it is not so many years ago, al-
though some time before either of you were
born, that one spring day, the door bell
rang violently, and when I answered it I
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THE ANNUAL REFLECTOR 13
By EVELYN GARDNER, 9A
Of celery farms in Kalamazoo,
'Tis said John Kline owns a few.
Anne Boyd teaches domestic art.
Allan Grigsby pushes a Fresh F ish cart.
Bob Baumgarten a clown,
With every circus that comes to town.
G. Stolz has patented a machine for excuses,
He has no two alike, and they serve all
kinds of uses.
George Weslock leads abrass band,
It is the best in this musical land.
Betty Thomas and M. Westrom are sten-
ographers fine '
Who never start work till half-past nine.
F. Steuber designed a building,
And on the first floor,
Moving pictures, by Norm Ducker,
Are shown galore.
To see these pictures Dot Robarge comes
For from the screen Art Seltzer smiles.
When to Study and How,', is the name,
Leona Nielson gives to her pamphlet of
Those ivories-how Dot Stein can pound,
She plays them at Casey's Inn between
Conrad Wisniewski is an auctioneerg
His patrons come from far and near.
Fritz McMaster is taxi driver.
Lia Kimball of his rides, he can't deprive
Ward Whalin is a missionary, Wise,
He' teaches the cannibals to lead better
Ann Mary Farmer keeps a bakery shop,
Where all the hungry school boys stop.
Now William Baum is an undertaker,
Of faces well, he's a pretty good maker.
The wonderous air-ship Dinger,',
Was built and run by Jerry Ostler
When it collided with a church tower
It knocked poor Jerry from his bower.
Barbara Winston, in a cottage fair,
Makes a housekeeper, sweet and rare. '
Keeping a dye shop is Marion Hoppe.
She can dye anything from hair to a poppy.
An excellent lawyer is James Orton Hoover,
I-le'll debate for Bill Baum on any spot
Bird-Ellen Gage is an authoress,
You can bet her work is among the best.
Training other voices, Brennan land
Roberts do no less
, . . . . . .
Tis said their s1ng1ng's a howling suc-
Nan Porter is now a prim school teacher,
Sohyou boys all know where you can reach
Jim Sterling sells cold drinks and pop,
At one time he was a foxy bell hop.
Emma Michella is principal of Central Jr.
Andl everything there goes according to
E. Rietzel once attempted a chewing gum
But chewed so much himself, he went into
Laurabelle Minnis makes a fortune dress-
With her skill no others can compare.
Harold Sautter is a wrestler great,
Who pins em down ata terrible rate.
Vin Thompson is captain on an ocean liner.
G.dSchwannecke is working for him in the
M. Shoen and B. Krohn are canning pork
' and beans.
They have outclassed Campbells and Heinz
it seems. '
1 He is happy whose circumstances suit
his temperg but he is more excellent who
can suit his temper to any circumstances.
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F iw S
THE ANNUAL REFLECTOR -15
saw that a woman had fainted as she was
about to set foot on the first step. Her
companion helped me carry her into the
parlor. When she regained consciousness
she asked for me by name.
:Are you Captain John Walton?
I am told that the figurehead over
your door was found by you in the Indian
Yes, I answered wonderingly. The
woman was a foreigner of great refinement
and showed traces of having been beautiful.
Tell me about it, she continued.
I told her the little that I knew wonder-
ing as I did so at the apparent emotion
that shook her.
When I concluded she asked if she might
see the figurehead again. It was evident
that she had been looking upon it when
she fainted. As we walked to the door she
smiled sadly at me and I knew without be-
ing told that the Mystery Lady was no
longer a mystery. 4
After she had gazed for some moments
upon the iigurehead, the stranger accepted
my invitation to come in to the garden,
where, over a cup of tea, she told me this
My husband was a merchant in Lisbon.
His ships sailed the Seven Seas. Shortly
after we were married, the keel was laid for
the largest of all his fleet and in a year or
so I christened her and was so happy. My
husband, of course, named her Marga-
rettan-my name-and I think he loved
that great ship second only to me. He
ordered the greatest wood carver in Lisbon
to make a figurehead for which I was to be
the model. It was considered good luck
then for a ship to have a beautiful woman
figurehead. Many voyages the sturdy ship
made to the Orient and back, laden with
spices, silkens, rare perfumes, etc. Then
there came a voyage when much ill luck
seemed to befall the ship and my husband
blamed the captain, and announced his
intention of accompanying the ship on her
next voyage. I begged and pleaded with
him not to do so but in vain. From a bal-
cony, high on the great house which was
my home, I watched with agony the proud
ship as she left the harbor carrying the
great treasure of my life with her.
Each morning of the days that fol-
lowed I would climb to the balcony to
watch the ships that set out to sea in the
purple morning, at noon to watch the
wharves thronged with people, and again
at eventide to gaze upon the city bathed
in the rays of the setting sun, and there
I would kneel and pray for the safety of
my husband and all who, like him, were
at the mercy of the cruel sea. Months
passed and now the ship became long over-
due and still no word came. Then one
day I saw seven ragged, worn seamen
making their Way slowly to my door.
I scarcely heeded what they told
me for I seemed to know it all before
they spoke-how a great gale had struck
them and all aboard had perished save
these seven who had been picked up,
after many days of torturing hunger and
Then it seemed my life was finished,
continued the old visitor. After many
years a neighbor of mine who had been
visiting in America returned home and told
me that he was certain he had seen the
figurehead of the Ma'rga'retta here in this
village. So, you see, it was necessary that
Icome and look upon her once more.
Is that all? asked Margaret, as she had
asked many a time.
Yes, that is all, answered grand-
father. I offered to give the Spanish lady
the figurehead but she declined it saying
she would like to think of her statue living
on in youthful beauty in a youthful land.
To the 9A Class
Our lives have just begun
We're just beginning to see the sun.
Once we were at loss to know what to do,
But now we know-be fair, square, and true.
We must be examples, you and I.
Don't you see how important it is, we must try.
The path of learning is our sun,
And our path has only just begun
It's a long, long road and a rough one, too
But I am game and so are you,
Let's all of us travel the road together
Through thick and thin, and all kinds of weatherg
Though you may leave our class some day
You'll never, never be gone to stay,
For if together we start, together we'l1 end
Acquaintances at first, friends at the end.
Just a speck of that sun is ours today
But that speck of sun's in our heart to stay
For it's the first few miles on our road to glory
And a happy beginning to our long, long story.
Laurabelle Minnis, 9A
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