East High School - Quill Yearbook (Des Moines, IA)

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N ' ' A -' Om' Street Car M avmers There is no place so well suited to observe the actions of people as the back end of a street car. From this position one can sec thc length of the car and observe the actions of the passengers. - One day l boarded a street car and purposely went to this vantage point in order to observe my fellow passengers. The car stopped at the next block to allow a big, heavy set, well-dressed man to get on. l-lc dropped thc fare into the hand of the conductor and took a seat next to an undcrsized, thin, and meek-looking individual. Hc then took a newspaper from his pocket and pro- ceeded to stretch the paper out in order to read it. One hand, holding the paper, was extended directly in front of the meek individual's nose, and the elbow was resting' on his shoulder- The meek individual gave the big, heavy set man a nervous glance, and then turned his face toward thc window for the rest of the journey- Directly behind the man who was reading the paper, an eager sport fan stretched his neck to twice its normal length to scan, over the reading man's shoulder, the results of the day's baseball games. Just then a college shi-ik jumped on, and after flashing his pass, took a seat and sprawled out on it, with his feet in the aisle and his head on the back of the seat. The school teacher opposite him gave him a sharp glance and smiled. At the next stop a middle aged man boarded the car, and, after showing his pass, dropped in a seat and fcll asleep. While he was dozing, his hat fell to the floor. He was unconscious of that fact, until he reached up to take off his hat in order to scratch his head. His groping hand found no hat to take off. Opening his eyes, he 'noticed the grins on the faces of the people around him, and at the same time cspicd his hat some distance down the aisle. Glaring at thc giggling spectators, he arose and procured his hat. For the rcst of the journey he sat stitlly erect in his scat, with his hat fixed firmly on his head. Since it was neces- sary that I get oti' at the ncxt stop, I discontinued my observations and departed from the car. WALTPIR CARLSON, '28. LZDGRQ Bits of 1VIocle1'n Bacon Bacon may bc tough and hard to digest for some English students, but we herewith submit evidence that others relish it. Below are the attempts of some oi' Miss Cumming's English 8 pupils to outdo Sir Francis. VVe believe they have out-Baconcd Bacon . Chew thcsc bits ovcr. The S turlent Study makes a bright student, inattcntion makes a poor student, and irre- sponsibility makes an indif'i'erent student, and, therefore, if a student does not study, he must be very brilliant to know what he does not, if he be atten- tive he has xx chance to know what he docs not, and if he be responsible, he will come to know what hc docs not. EARL BUTLER. The Blain The life of a man kind toward humanity, is bright and full, the life of a man cruel toward humanity, baneful and violent, and the life of a man in- Page Seventeen

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Q is Long Arrow, determined to have war, sent back the message, 'Nunah's mar- riage to WVateo, or-warl' Even then, Black Eagle, who realized the inability of his tribe, hesitated. He went to Nunah to get her answer. He found her talking to a very hand- some Indian brave dressed in white buekskin. Black Eagle recognized thc man as Chandala, thc eldest son of Big Creek, chief of a great tribe living farther west. Chandala had come to win Nunah, who found that she loved him. Nunah was frightened by the message and did not know what to do. She must either marry VVateo, whom she hated, or refuse to marry him and COIISU- quently eause the destruction of her tribe. She finally asked to be given three days in which time she would decide what to do. This answer was taken back to Long Arrow who promised to do nothing before the end of that time. Nunah returned to Chandala and disclosed the situation. She then said, 'I would rather chop these hands from my arm than to give them into the keep- ing of Wateo, whom I hatel' Chandala, realizing the seriousness of the situation, knew not what to do. He knew there was not enough time to get help from his father, and he could not give up Nunah to VVateo. Then he said, 'You shall not marry YVateo. Therefore the Mianates must iight, If the tribe wins, we are safe. If it loses, we must perish with it. Let us trust to the Great Spirit to help us.' Nunah, helped by the quick masterful decision given in the same tone which had caused her to accept Chandala's recent proposal of marriage, car- ried her answer back to her father and told him of her intended marriage. As soon as Long Arrow received Nunah's answer, he began war. Although the Mianates fought bravely, they were easily defeated, and nearly all were killed by the warriors of the blood-loving Long Arrow. Nunah and Chandala realized that there was now no hope. VVith true In- dian stoicism, they went to the foot of the cliff, and with an Indian hatchet, they cut off their right hands. Chandala placed the severed hands in a clasp and put them on the side of the cliff. A short time later, the lovers died, weakened by losing their blood, in each other's arms. They were true Indiansg they could not reckon with defeat. Chandala's father, Big Creek, soon heard of his son's tragic death, and lcd an army of numberlcss men from. his nation, swooped down on Long Arrow's tribe while they were celebrating their victory, and attacked them. Nearly every one of Long Arrow's men were killed by the angry, revenge-sucking bravcs. Big Creek himself shot the arrow that killed Long Arrow, and a younger brother of Chandala killed VVateo in a hand-to-hand struggle. Long Arrow and his men were punished. And now the print of the clasped hands of Nunah and Chandala lies graven in the side of the cliff, a perpetual symbol of love, faith, and sacrifice. At the close of the most treasured tale of the tribe, both Big Bear and Flying Cloud were lost in thought. Big Bear was again reviewing the story, remem- bering the events which happened when he was a small boy. He remembered the beauty of his sister Nunah, and the help given to him by Chandala, thus enabling him to escape. .. . . I Flying Cloud was engrossed in his thought that some day he would be a mighty,,ch,ie.f.,- .-He imagined exploits he would have, and in a little while his thoughts became dreams as heH.f.ell asleep by the campfire. ' H Page Sixteen

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e I I -.. . K A . ' ' gl x ---M -N different toward humanity, bleak' and emptyg consequently, if a man's kind- ness excels, he is rewardcdg if a man's cruelty predominates, he is condemnedg and if a man's indifference prevails, he must be satisfied with that which he can gather from life entirely alone. GILACIG CAHPER. A The Ufije Reading makes a broadminded wife, cleaning a deserving wife, and gos- siping an unpleasant wifeg and therefore, if a wife gossips little, she will often smileq if she cleans little, she will merit no reward: and if she reads little she will be restrained in friendship through all her life. - AllDIC'Yll XVILLIBY. LIFJC-IX? BlltCZCli6SlJ'1tSf the Same You'rc the queerest little fellow, But wc're buddies just the same. Tllllllglfll the world has called you yellow' Said you never played the game, 1 5 Called you coward , called you sehemer , Put a curse upon your name, In your soul If saw the drea ner And wc're buddies ust the same. 3 Buddy dear, ther:-'s' a tear In your eyes zfglistening. Buddy dear, I am here, - For your call a'listeuing. And when the world has turned away, I'll just press your hand and say, You'rv my buddy, anyway Buddy dear of mine. 9 Once your heart was filled with sunshine. Now it's overcome with pain. But you smile and hope that sometime You can face the world again. Though no friends can life avail you, Though your tears may fall like rain, Even though your God may fail you, You're my buddy just the same. i i Buddy dear, there's a tear, In your eyes zfglistening. Buddy dear, I am here For your c-all zflistening. And when the world has turned away, I'll just press your hand and say, You'1'e my buddy anyway , Buddy 'dear of mine. V , Jom: Tuomas, f29.' I Page Eighteen