Elgin High School - Husky Tracks Yearbook (Elgin, OR)

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TIIK IJTERAKY INDKX “The Way to Fairyland.” A Story...............-......— Erma Daily. ’14 “Retrospection.” A Word Picture-------------------------Agnes Milne, 12 Summary of Stoddard’s Lectures. A Paraphrase--------------Roy Spencer, '14 “A Leak in Mental Reservoirs.” An Allegory--------------Ralph Milne, ’14 “A Senior Tragedy.” A Drama. ............- The Little Mouse in the Corner “Rock Wall.” A Poem.-------------------------------- Bethel Russell, ’12 —19—

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FKKKIIMKX Class Officers: President, Edith Boyd; Vice President. Edith Galloway; Secretary and Treasurer, Zeno Weise. Class Colors: Black and White check and Red. Class Flower: White Rose. Class Motto: Esse quam videri; to be, rather than to seem. ROLL C'AIJ Clayton Bennawa.v Edith Boyd Leslie Boyd Loyd Carpenter Riley Chandler u Audra Cummins Melisse Garrett Edith Galloway Joe Hackett Ruth Hallgarth Frank Hazelwood Irma Hotchkiss Hazel Hooper Bernal Hug Vera Hudson Nellie Keefer Eloine Leighton Una Mcllroy Ethel McNaughton Lottie Niederer Gladys Ohms Alice Rhodes Leo Roulet Minnie Rush Esther Trueblood Zeno Weise is

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Till-: WAV TO 1AIUV-IA.M) (Introduction and conclusion from Caroline Shaw Rice’s ‘ ‘The Barge of Dreams. ’ ’) “Oh, were you ever in Drowsy Town, Just when the lights were dropping down, When fairy lamps were blazing high, Did e’er you happen to winder by?” “Drowsy Town lies on the borderland of Sleep,” began Mother. “I thought it was going to be ’bout Fairy-land,” complained William. “Just listen, the river flows close by the town wall and on it floats the Barge of Dreams. Captain Rest and his men are preparing to make a voyage into the Land of Sleep. And all the children are getting into the boat to go.” “Little children like me?” queried William. “Yes, Billie, they are all going, and we’ll imagine that we’re going with them. See! Captain Rest is already pulling in the anchor. Now the boat begins to back away from Drowsy Town and we are really on our way to Sleep. Everything is nice and quiet. Look at the river, isn't it a pretty color? All purple for miles and miles. ” “What’s that I hear? Do you hear it, too? It sounds like echoes of dancing feet. See, that little girl is asking the Captain.” “What’s that? Why, it’s fairies dancing. They are having a grand ball tonight,” is the reply of Captain Rest. “Do you s'pose you really can hear fairies dancing?” “Of course you can when you are making a voyage into the Land of Sleep. But what’s that?” “Only the shores of Nightmare Land,” the Captain answers. “What if some naughty little Elf should strand us there? Hear these bats! How much noise they make as they fly by our boat. ” “Now the boat is turning around to go home. We are coming back in the same track we went down on, and , why. bless the darling, if he isn’t asleep!” exclaimed Mother. When William awakened, the morning sun shown in through the window. “What was the rest of it?” asked William, as she tucked him in bed for an addition to his morning nap. “But haste ashore is the order now. Scramble out over stern and prow, And up through the streets of Drowsy Town Quick, ere the castle walls are down! For the restful shadows, dark and sweet. Are chased by the sunbeam’s flying feet: The day appears with its pomp and din. And the walls of the city are crumbling in,” quoted Mother softly. —Erma Dailey, ’14 20