Emmerich Manual High School - Ivian Yearbook (Indianapolis, IN)

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MIND AND HAND. 7 mous good hand at the cross bow, and it likes me not to catch a quarrel 4 i ' the heel. But when neighbor Shakespeare grew ower generous to his own undoing; the lad found little time for his madcap pranks. As a first born son he must needs assist in the maintenance of the younger or help- less ones. And when he winged my lord ' s deer it was to silence a crying hunger, and not for wanton sport. Penury made Will uncommon saving. A wife, he thought, could help him save, and so he wedded Dickon Hathaway ' s daugh- ter, Anne, eight years his elder. And now wi ' wife and babes he found it hard to keep his larder full. So, to his old pranks again, he shot his grace ' s deer. Some other keep- ers caught him in the act. He was an old offender and I knew it would go hard wi ' him. But I could not do withal. 5 Well, in the courts they made him pay thrice the beasties value. Alas, poor, help- less Will ! Starvation tracked him yarely, and hate for my master did rankle in his heart; hut his wit came to his aid and he wrote a sonnet on my lord and nailed it to the lodge gate. Now, although I am a loyal servant and true to Sir Thomas Lucy, privily, I tell ye, gossip, he spake most wonderfully straight at my lord ' s weak- nesses. My memory is no the sharpest more and I can not mind the jingle that he wrote, yet my sides do ache at the very thought of it. My lord waxed full wroth and threat- ened Newgate. Indeed, he delayed this vengeance to invent a worse, but while he waited the bird had flown. Will went to London and left his wife and babes for us to keep while he did seek his fortune. Methinks he found it ower soon. For he is one of my lord Chamber- lain ' s players, and Rumor hath it that his wage is greater and of a better surety than any of his guild. And his wife, Anne, doth strut abroad in such a show of dress that the common folk do stare in wonder and envy. i v, ' ::. Will hath written plays that hath won him favor with the Queen, so that it doth become Sir Thomas to make his peace with the Queen ' s friends. God ' ield ye, gossip, an ' I drink more wi ' ye, it will be to my own undoing, for e ' en now I talk too freely for a good servant. But, friend, I did hut give ye facts, which, an ' it like ye, keep wi ' a cautious tongue, lest my lord hear o ' them, for truly, he liketh not a jest to his own hurt. Bessie Miller. Feb., ' 97. 1 shent— undone. 2 his — the form of the personal pronoun it hail not yet come into u-e. ' cozen— torment. 1 quarrel — arrow. R But I could not do withal— I could not help it. yarely— closely.

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LITERARY DEPART MENT. THE GAME-KEEPER OF CHARLCOTE HALL TALKS. AVE you, neighbor GTreen- sheve. By the mass, it fares ill for ye that ven- ture the wilds of unknown » lands. Methitiks the wisp o ' grey on your an- cient poll is thinner by far than mine, and I be a good four years your elder. Ye need a priest to shrive ye gossip, for such tales as ye tell of the new country do pass all believing. Of a truth, travellers returning from that far land do tell of things most curious. Mayhap it would please ye well to know how fares the world wv the folk who found adventure enow for them i ' the forests of Warwickshire. A score of years do show a vast change in men of our age. Old Gossip Patchen lieth i ' the church-yard, and his widow has ta ' en her another spouse. She hath a sad liking to w r edded life and fate had thrice seen fit to set her free. Masters Ellis and Shackley have gone to London, Tinesby to the gallows for an ower love of plunder, and Smedley is at sea. But all the rest do bide i ' the old places like unturned stones. But, marry, the sun doth hide his face to some men and spend all his glory on others. Neighbor Skakespearc hath scarce a penny tor the church — an less for ale — since Dame Fortune reversed her fickle wheel. Have ye heard of his ill luck? Nay? Well of a truth he is shent. Ye wot he knew the rote of making money, but as for keep- ing it he knew no more than doth a month old babe. He hath an uncommon free hand and he did lend and ffive like a lord till his own flesh did creep for want of cloak and the pangs of hunger gnaw for want of gold to buy him food. And now he lacketh naught but the mien and visage to be a beggar. His son, Will, hath risen sith his 2 father went down, for all London weepeth or holdeth his sides to see his wondrous plays. ' Twas chance, sheer chance, that set him up, for when Misfortune seems to cozen 3 us, she may turn our best friend at last. This Will had scarcely left his swad- dling clothes when ye sailed i ' Falcon for America, and then neighbor Shakespeare had all that men could wish i ' the way of worldly goods. So the stripling did grow and flourish in an ower amount of mis- chief. I ' faith, he was a lad to my liking, for the love of sport and adventure did lie as naturally in his heart as doth the love for singing in the linnet ' s throat. The leafy forests of Warwickshire were his play grounds. Do ye mind the mead about the grenewode ? I warrant ye, ye never found a fairer sight i ' the enchanted woods of America than the hazel copses, the treeless downs and the flowery mead, through which the Avon sparkles, in old Warwickshire. But the boy ' s nature allowed him not to be contented with that which was right- fully his own. So he and his fellows did raid my lord Lucy ' s deer park. Ay, full oft hath his bow-string sung the death- knell of his grace ' s game. Of a truth, he feared me not, though oft hath he fled from me i ' the very glare of day. But his legs were winged with mis- chief, and I could scarce hope to catch a prize runner of the May-Day games with my bandy legs. And then he had a fa-

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MTND AND HAND. HUMAN NATURE. Say, my friend, I beg you tell me, Is there any honest reason, Reason why a human being, When the icy snows of winter Freeze his feet and numb his body, Thinks him of the days of summer? Summer, when the air is balmy, Sun is shining, wind is sighing. All is peace and he so happy. This his dream, which he will tell you, Tell you with such honest pining, Pining that is sad to think of. When you see this selfsame mortal In the sultry sun of August — August, when the air is dusty, Sun is hot and wind is dying; All is heat, and he so wretched. Then he wishes— how he wishes — It were just a little cooler; Cooler, as it was last winter. Winter, when the dust is settled, Flies are gone and water icy; He was cool, and oh! so happy! Charles Naciel. THE BICYCLE. TpV)T many years ago it occurred to hu- JJfe man brains to invent a machine that could lie driven by the feet. After much experimenting, the machine was manufact- ured. It consisted of two wheels : a large one, with a crank and pedal attachment, for moving the machine, and one much smaller, fitted in a steel frame, making a structure about six feet in height The riding of this machine was some- what dangerous, on account of its height and clumsiness. In a few years it was succeeded by a smaller machine, consisting of two wheels of the same height, and driven by means of a chain eonnectine; with the hind wheel and a cog wheel in the center of the frame. Year by year this machine was improved and grew rapidly in public favor, until the present machine far surpasses the original, in lightness, comfort, usefulness and beauty of design. Now bicycles are manufactured in every important town, and many fortunes have been made by their manufacture. Persons of all ages and sexes now ride wheels, and it is no uncommon sight to see whole families riding them on a pleasant evening, leaving the family carriage mouldering away among the cobwebs of the stable. John Flaherty, Grade 9 B. SOME EXPERIENCES OF WHITTIER. rTMIE home of Whittier was a rude, old- fashioned house, made of clapboards and logs. Although the outside was not very inviting, the inside was as pleasant and neat as any one could wish. In the sitting room, where all the family gath- ered, the walls were whitewashed and the furniture of the room was quite rude. The fireplace was a large, cheerful one, and when a fire was started it gave much heat. This fireplace was used for cooking pur- poses as well as for heating. In front of the fireplace were the crane and pendant trammels and the andirons with Turks ' heads on them. Against the chimney was always a large pile of wood. The earlier days of Whittier were spent in the happiness of such a home.- In the winter he usually went to school at the district school not far from his home. He was a farmer ' s bo}% so he had to work in the fields and help tend to the cows, horses, sheep and chickens. He was very useful and happy, and he has said himself that the happiest days of his life were his boy- hood days Whittier had a great love for the other members of the family, and especially did he love his youngest sister. He and she were always together, and many happy hours did they pass hunting flowers. When