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

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He was not an attractive child, far from it. His face was covered with freckles and his light blue eyes were half hidden by a mass of touseled yellow hair. His pants, ragged and brown with age, were fastened to his one suspender by a nail, skillfully inserted into the button-hole. His shirt was open at the top, showing his neck, tanned by exposure to the sun and wind. He was sitting on the bank of a small stream, his rod in his hand, but his thoughts were far away from fishing. Soon he took off his battered straw hat and drew from beneath the lining a piece of paper soiled by much handling. This was the cause of Jerry ' s thoughtful mood. Un- folding it, he read, not for the first time, the description of the magnificent production to be seen on the next day. And just to think, 1 haven ' t a cent, he said to himself. And it says here that there ' ll be clowns and trick ponies and elephants and everything. And the worst of it is, all the boys will go and I won ' t hear anything but circus for a month after. And they will have shows in all the barns, and I ' ll just have to be out of it all. Jerry, come on quick, we ' re going over to Harry ' s to talk about the show. Jerry hid the paper quickly and said, I ' m not going to the circus. Everybody says the ' re just the same thing every year. Tom gave a long whistle. Well, you bet I ' m going. I got my quarter with me now, and all us fellers are going down tonight to get our tickets. Well, good-bye, if you won ' t come along. Left to himself, Jerry almost gave up to his sorrow, but soon his sense of humor prevailed. Say, that was a whopper I told him about not wanting to go. Suddenly, his eye lighted on a shining piece of something about a yard from him. As he reached over his face brightened for an instant, and then grew serious. It was Tom ' s quarter. He look round fearfully. Nothing to be seen or heard except the noise of the water splash- ing over the stones. He picked up the money and brushed it clean with his ragged coat sleeve. Now, we ' ll see if Tom will crow so much, he muttered to himself, when he finds out his money ' s missing. And I ' ll be at the circus tomorrow, even if it is the same old thing every year, he added merrily.

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:V- THE SPIRIT OF SUMMER Under the shade of the orchard trees. Fanned by the breath of the fragrant breeze, Softly and silently lulled to sleep, There, by the waves of the ocean ' s sweep. Languid a spirit in summer ' s guise Lazily dreams, ' neath the fleecy skies. Only the faintest of summer blue Smiles through the cloudlets of snowy hue, Shining and sparkling in golden light. Caught from the rays of the sunbeams bright. Crowned with a wreath from the summer flowers, Rests she, and dreams in the woodland bowers. Lingering thus all the summer through. There on the banks of the waters blue. There, until autumn her charm wins away, Dreams the fair queen of a summer day. Though we may miss her when days are cold. Sleeping she lies, ' neath the chilly mold. But, when the flowerets gay bloom again. Smiling she ' ll come through the bower and glen. Birds, her bright heralds, will gaily sing, Making the forest with music ring. Hearts in their ecstasy then will bound. Filled with the sunshine and gladness arouna. Maxine Baker, 1904. 11-: ■• w-m ■rx: -•.% ' j ix

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Then came the thought of Miss Celia. What would she think ? He dug his brown toes farther into the mud and pulled his hat down over his eyes, to think better. He re- membered her kind words as he left. Good-bye, Jerry, be a good boy, and he remem- bered, also, laughing to himself and thinking : Can ' t have much chance to be bad just going over to the creek to fish and back. He thought of all her kindness to him, for she had been his only friend since his mother ' s death. After a little while, he picked up his rod and basket and started slowly across the field to the barn, where the boys had gathered. He stopped near the door, as he heard Tom ' s voice. I ' m sure I had it in my pocket when I started, but it ' s gone for good now. And father don ' t believe in circuses, anyhow, so I won ' t dare ask for another. I ought to have put it in my left pocket, it ' s the good one, and I believe now I did. Why, Tom, said one of his companions, they ' ve both got holes in them. Let ' s go look again over by the swing, and then we ' ll give it up. Jerry stole softly past the barn door and dropped the quarter directly in under the swing. Then he turned and ran swiftly across the field to Miss Celia ' s. He stopped for a moment to rest under a big tree in the middle of the field. He waited till he got his breath, and then walked slowly on. Somehow, he didn ' t feel as happy as they do in stories, when they do a brave deed. He was half tempted to go back and get the money again, but as he turned ' round he heard the boys shouting and knew they had found it. He entered by the back gate and saw Miss Celia in the garden. She came swiftly toward him. Why, Jerry, what kept you so late ? Some folks met father in the village this evening and asked him to buy tickets for the circus tomorrow. He took them, but he can ' t go, and you must take me. For one long minute Jerry stood breathless and silent. Well, don ' t you want to go with me ? she asked in an injured tone. Why, yes. Miss Celia, I guess I can take you, he said meekly. Rebecca Foster, 1900.