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

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MIND AND HAND. L3 ing nothing so very wrong, she said: You ' ll find a package of needles in my basket. I did not rise to get the needles, so she stood quietly by me. At last she said: There is something else the mat- ter; I want you to tell me. The only answer she received was a command to Go ' way. She went to the bird, I suppose to wait till I was quieter. When she neared that dreadful cage she started, then called to him, Billy, Billy. The little creature fluttered about frantically. She turned to me, her face white with horror. Sister, did the cat catch him? No answer. In a few moments she added, in a broken voice, Well, it is better he died at once than to be out alone with nothing to eat and the cold to fight. That settled it ; she should believe him dead; I could not tell her the real truth now, still I would say nothing about it. The bell rang. Exultant voices were heard outside, Missis, Missis, here ' s your bird; we caught him out there by Court Street And half a dozen ragamuffins tumbled in, holding out Billy, our darling, to us. I was relieved. Billy is safe and mo re impertinent than ever. But somehow, strange as it may seem, the new bird is the dearer to me. Theresa Marie Bell. MECHANICAL DRAWING ROOM.

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-2 MIND AND HAND. I saw him fly out of the door, and for a moment sat stunned. Then, giving vent to a piercing shriek, I ran out into the street, just in time to see Billy change his course and fly over the housetop, far, far away. I covered my face with my hands and stumbled back into the house. What should I do? I could not, posi- tively could not, face my sister and tell her. But Billy was gone, irrecoverably gone. A ray of hope came to me suddenly — the bird at the store; but that would be telling a lie, a thing she despised. Should I tell the truth and see her sorrow, or lie and bear the self-reproach and in the end her contempt? But she loved the little fellow so much. The fear that I might still change my mind hurried me to the store. I bought the bird, but how unlike Billy he was. When I put him in Billy ' s cage he flut- tered about, making plaintive litte cries. I knew he would betray me, and shook my fist at him in anger and despair. I heard the gate slam and knew my sis- ter had come, so I picked up my work and tried to be composed. First the thread tangled, then the needle bent, and then it broke, and I began to cry. My sister stood in the door watching me and taking off her gloves. At last she said Well, what is the matter, child? I made no answer. I did not dare to look up, so I sobbed a little harder. She came to me and picked up my work. See- BOOK-KEEPING ROOM.

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14 MIND AND HAND. ON LAKE ERIE. MY LITTLE FRIEND. ©NE year ago last summer I took a pleas- ure trip to Put-in-Bay, au island in Lake Erie. After a day ' s tiresome riding on the train, we arrived in Sandusky, a beautiful town in Northern Ohio. The next day we started for the island, and after two hours ' pleasant riding, we reached our destination. Put-in-Bay is one of a large cluster of islands situated in the southern portion of Lake Erie. It is a well-known summer re- sort, and people go there from all parts of the United States to spend the summer months. Every day excursion boats arrive from the neighboring cities — Cleveland, Detroit and Toledo. One pleasant trip that we had, was a row around the island of Gibraltar, so called be- cause of its steep and rocky shores. It was upon this island that Commodore Perry placed the flagstaff after his famous victory over the British in September, 1818. Luring our stay, we took advantage of one of the weekly excursions to Cleveland. We left the island early in the morning, be- cause Cleveland is sixty-three miles from Put-in-Bay, and it requires five hours to make the trip. The water was very rough, and the lake was covered with white-caps. Upon arriving, w T e first visited Lake View Cemetery, and there saw the famous tomb of Garfield. This is a magnificent struc- ture of granite and highly polished marble. We took a ride along Euclid avenue, the beautiful residence street of Cleveland, and one of the finest in the United States. When we had seen the most important things in the city, we went back to the boat and started for Put-in-Bay. The weather had cleared up since morning, and going back we had one of those beautiful moon- light rides, so delightful on a lake. Chauncy W. Brown, 9 B Grade. WHAT a solemn expression for one so young ! This is what I have heard a number of persons remark, as they gazed at my little friend. She is indeed an odd-looking child, with- out any of that happy, thoughtless look seen on the faces of almost all young chil- dren. Her large, blue eyes, which are rather deeply set, have quite a wise look ; her skin is white and transparent and never takes on a pink glow, unless she is slightly irritated; her hair, which is light in color, frames a face which would otherwise be very plain. Her nose is small, but promi- nent, and her lips, unusually colorless, curl slightly upward at the corners. But seeing the child when she has been humored or favored in some way, and is perfectly happy, completely changes the ex- pression. The lips part in a broad smile, showing a row of white teeth, the eyes glisten with joy, so that the plain child of a moment ago can scarcely be recognized. She does not seek the company of chil- dren, but is contented to sit and play with her dolls or read quietly from a story-book. When any of her little friends come to visit her, however, she brings out all her toys and seems as bright as any one, and there is not a prettier face anywhere. Gertrude Wahl, 9 A. THE MANUFACTURE OF PAPER. THE earliest nations of whom we have any knowledge must have had some- thing on which to record events. The inhabitants of each country took what- ever they found near their homes for this purpose. The old Chaldeans, who lived thousands of years ago, made tablets of clay and marked on them with a wedge-shaped instrument. The Egyptians utilized the leaf of one of their native plants, and called it papyrus, from the name of the plant.