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

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MIND AND HAND. Whittier had grown quite old be and his brother were the only ones left of all that pleasant household. Those who had sat around the tire the nights they were snow- bound are all gone now. Whittier did not despair when he thought of this, for his religion was such that he believed that he would somehow and somewhere meet them again, since He who knows our need is just. He believed that God ' s love was universal, and that the life which a person leads on earth, if it be good, would be the same in heaven. Whittier ' s attitude toward slavery is shown b} some of his beliefs, which were that all men are created free and equal, and that every one be considered as such. He believed in enslaving no human being, and he thought that all persons who believed as he did should do all in their power to uphold it. He did not believe in return- ing the slaves who had escaped from the South to their owners, although the law was that they should return them. The attitude which Whittier took to- ward slavery had a great effect on his life. He devoted the whole of his earlier life to the writing of poems, which were against slavery. Some of the poems which he wrote were, To Faneuil Hall, Massa- chusetts to Virginia, and Brown of Oss- watomie. These are some of the greatest poetical Avorks ever written against slavery. Ben Minor, Grade 9 B. LIBRARY.

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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

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LO MIND AND HAND. THE COOKING CLASS AS SEEN BY A BOY. ©N entering the Cooking Class I heard the steady click-click of the spoons, and, not wishing to be behind the time, I asked, What ' s being made? The an- swer was Sal mon Sal- ad. Let ' s see; I suppose that means salmon in it, doesn ' t it? Yes, and a great many more things. This time the recipe was so long that it had to be written on the black- board, as no average person could remem- ber it. The articles to be mixed were, as near as I could get them, salmon lettuce leaf (just one), boiled dressing (I didn ' t know what that was composed of), a little mustard, some salt, and just a little speck of cayenne pepper (several reasons why no more cay- enne was used). All these things were mixed and put in a neat little dish with olive oil or butter. Cooking being com- pleted, the young cooks proceeded to wash dishes (for they must keep everything clean), which they do as well as a veteran Biddy. Dishes washed, they sit down to enjoy (?) their cooking. One young lady wishing to try olive oil came to Miss Vail, with her mouth puck- ered up, as if she had run afoul of a green persimmon. Personally I would prefer work in the forge room to attempting the preparation of the concoctions I saw there. L. L. L. A GIRL ' S VISITTO THE FORGING ROOM. O, the blacksmith ' s a fine, sturdy fellow ; Hard his hand, but his heart ' s true and mellow. §TURDY in truth he must be, and hard must be his hand, judging from some of the vigorous strokes I saw wielded when, pursuant to a request of one of the editors, I visited the forge room to relate what I saw. Some very strange and interesting things met my eyes. The first that seemed un- usually queer was that of starting the fire. I had noticed that clear liquid was poured over the coals, and wisely, as I thought, asked if it was coal oil. But, with a smile, the teacher kindly told me, to my aston- ishment, that it was water. Water? Why, I thought water extinguished tire; but again I was told it helped to support com- bustion better. The lesson was making a hook out ot five-eighths square iron. They made a piece of iron square, then, when it was heated, pounded one corner flat. With what heavy strokes they did wield that sledge ! At each stroke showers of sparks flew in eveiw direction, and kept me on the alert to avoid them, although I was told they were harmless. Then with the sledge and a device I can not name they made a hole through the iron, thrust it into the coals again, brought it out and put it on the round end of the anvil and shaped it better. The next step w r as to bend it. This was done by catching it in a square hole in the anvil and bending it over. Now it was completed, and what had been a piece of insignificant-looking iron was now a strong, well- shaped hook. But the work was not all done by the brawny arms of the scholars. A huge piece of machinery, a steam hammer so- called, dues its share also. It seemed to me a monster standing there with its mouth opening and closing, ready to crush anything within its reach. This huge piece of mechanism is used as a stronger sledge, and I was told it is sensitive to the slightest touch of the lever. But, though I was interested, I could not stay always and watch them, so with the din of hammer and anvils in my ear I left the apartment thinking, after all, forg- ing work was not at all disagreeable. L. R.