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

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1(5 MIND AND HAND. MACHINE FITTING ROOM. CAMP LIFE. )AMP life bad become a reality. Our Jj dreams of high living, with soft mat- tresses and six-course dinners, were things of the past, while broiled bacon, stale bread, straw pallets and mosquitoes were taken as a matter of course. Every one had had his turn at making the morning fire and getting breakfast. Jack ' s trial was one to be remembered. His little alarm clock awoke him promptly at 5 a. M. A warm, drizzling rain had made the nicely prepared kindling unfit for use, but after some difficulty he succeeded in starting a slow, smouldering fire. Taking his pole, he started to the river. The recent rain had made the clay banks soft and slippery. Vexation and sleepiness made Jack careless, and an in- stant later he missed his footing, reaching the bottom sooner than he expected. Alas for poor Jack! He baited the hook three- times, and three times was the bait eaten by some hungry but cunning fish. Once more the hook was baited, but the pole was stuck firmly into the mud and left to take care of itself, while Jack crawled back to bed. Nell and Flo never tell their experience. They had often heard that at sunset rab- bits by the dozen would sit along the roadside and were not difficult to shoot. The farmer near the camp so heartily confirmed this assertion that the girls de- cided that they would have rabbits the next morning for breakfast. Shortly after supper Nell shouldered her small rifie and Flo carried a sack. They followed the road fir half a mile over land that was low and swampy, and the mos- quitoes so thick that their songs were any-

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MIND AND HAND. 15 The motives and desires of the legendary Faustus are selfish, sinful, and his enjoy- ment is sensual. Faust, however, aspires to the greatest and best in human nature; he at last finds satisfaction in unselfish activity purified by divine love. Louise Iske. THE SKYLARK. I ANY of our nature loving poets have written of the birds with which we are familiar, but few have given us such eloquent verses as those written by Words- worth and Shelley, To a Skylark. It is both interesting and instructive to con- trast their treatment of the subject, their epithets and phrases, as in each case we may learn a great deal of the style of the poet. When we stop to compare their epithets we first notice the similarity between many f them, and we feel that Shelley must have read and absorbed many of Wordsworth ' s ideas in both his Skylark and Cuckoo. For instance, Wordsworth speaks of Blithe newcomer, A voice, a mystery, Thou art laughing and scorning, Up with me, up with me into the clouds Singing, singing, with clouds and sky about thee ringing; while Shelley, twenty years later, tells us of the blithe spirit, sprite or bird, Thou scorner of the ground, and Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest, Like a cloud of fire ; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar And soaring ever singest. Yet in this very comparison we see wherein Shelley surpasses Wordsworth. Shelley ' s is the more imaginative, the more vivid. His ideas have more warmth and color. Such expressions as cloud of fire, blue deep, golden lightning, pale purple even, shrill delight, silver sphere, rose embowered, twinkling grass, are indicative of this. Shelley is telling us of the beauty which surrounds the skylark. His verses are profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Wordsworth, while he sees the beauty, is, in addition, trying to teach us something. In his poem we are drawn close to the poet ' s own feelings. He says, in one place — Alas! my journey, rugged and uneven, Through prickly moors or dusty ways must wind; But hearing thee, or others of thy kind, As full of gladness and as free of heaven, I, with my fate contented, will plod on, And hope for higher raptures when life ' s day is done. In Shelley ' s poena we find one stanza which we might think of as representative of his experiences in life. He says — We look before and after, And pine for what is not; Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught ; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought. Wordsworth ' s use of adjectives is some- times very striking, such as drunken lark, and he has given us lines of rare beauty which more than compensate for an occasional unhappy expression. To sum the matter up we must say that each poem is a reflection of the poet ' s life and the time in which he lived. Words- worth ' s is simple and composed, breathing peace from every stanza. Shelley ' s is striking, picturesque, vivid, sparkling with every new thought. Shelley ' s is the more finished, perfected poem, and to me the more pleasing. C. T., 12A English.

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MIND AND HAND. 17 thing but musical. The rabbits failed to appear as yet. Flo was tired, so she sat down to rest and waited until Nell returned with the game. Fifteen minutes passed, and Nell was seen in the distance com- ing down the hill at great speed, bran- dishing her rifle in one hand and waving a small branch in the other. She found the mosquitoes so plentiful that it was with difficulty she kept them away by the use of the branch. Flo carried her sack back empty, after which Nell explained to the others that She guessed it was not a very good season for rabbits. Mamie White, 9B. POLAR EXPEDITIONS. BYERY year or so we hear of a new Arctic expedition. From their fre- quency, and the little that is accomplished by them, Mark Twain ' s opinion of Holy Graders seems peculiarly applicable: The boys all took a flier at the Holy Grail now and then. I don ' t think any of them actually expected to find it, or would have known what to do with it if he had found it. You see, it was just the Northwest Passage of that day, that was all. Every year expeditions went out holy grading, and the next year relief expeditions went out to hunt for them. There was worlds of reputation in it, but no money. Nansen, heralded on bill-boards as the Hero of the Nineteenth Century, gained money and fame by a two years ' sojourn in below zero territory. He accom- plished nothing. He made no additions to science or art, yet people pay hard dollars to hear him talk, and to read his book; a book secured from competition by ironclad contract with his crew, who relinquished all rights to publish, either separately or conjointly, any book of their travels. Truly a wonderful combination of scientist and business man ! A relief expedition was recently organ- ized to search for Andree, who started for the North Pole in a balloon. If he returns and claims to have reached the Pole, who could disprove his statements ? Nansen would be eclipsed, and Andree ' s name would be in every magazine and scientific journal. He would make millions by lec- turing, and still the world would be no better oft . Arctic exploration seems to be a profit- able field for uuselfish laborers in the cause of science. To paraphrase Mark Twain, There is a world of reputation in it and lots of money. Ralph Peck, 12A Grade. FAREWELL OF HECTOR AND ANDRO- MACHE. (Iliad, book vi, 405-500.) Glorious Hector was hast ' ning toward Ilium ' s wall and the portals, Through the lone streets of the city in quest of his wife and dear infant. Soon had he come to the gates, whence Andromache ran forth to greet him. Then, with paternal care, his arms to the child he ex- tended, But, in amazement, the boy shrank back to his young nurse ' s bosom Fearing his lov ' d father ' s aspect and brazen crest of horse hair, As, from the top of the helmet it waved in reverend motion ; Then the kind father and mother heartily laughed at his folly, But the proud Hector, with pity, took from his head the dread helmet, And, in its glittering splendor, placed on the ground his bright armor. Now, with a fatherly kindness, kissed he and fondled the infant, While in humble devotion a prayer to Olympus he lifted: Zeus and ye gods eternal, grant that my son in his manhood, Even as I, be pre-eminent midst all of Ilium ' s warriors, Even as mighty in conflict and a powerful king o ' er the Trojans. Then may men say of his prowess when coming trium- phant from battle,