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

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A DREAM 4%- - Reclining by the fireside, I watciied the evening shadows fail ; My books forgot lay near me, The fire-light danced upon the wall. Outside the wind howled wildly, The world was clothed in ice and snow ; It covered fence and highway. And branch of maple tree hung low. ' I wish for flowers and sunshine. In place of this snow and cold, Said 1, as 1 stirred the woodfire. And flames high up the chimney rolled. Before I knew what happened, I stood beneath a warmer sky : A summer sun shone brightly, A cooling breeze went gently by. A thousand birds seemed warbling, And to the meadow where I stood. Came sounds of rippling water. Like voices from the deep, dark wood. The dew drops still were sparkling. And as I wandered aimless through, 1 saw great fields of flowers. Which all to me were rare and new. 1 bent to pluck my hands full. When sharply, ' gainst my strong desire. The stairway clock struck seven ; 1 still was by the dying fire. Anna Tacoma, 1901

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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.

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■r CORRESPONDENCE 7b ?€■ Principal and Pupils of the M. T. H. S. : I find that, as a message to send you through the Annual, I have only the well-worn, but here very sincere message — good wishes, and the best wish I can offer is that the M. T. H. S. shall continue to be as it has been, the best school I know about. If you ever come to Cornell you will wonder at first why this big school was perched up on a hill four hundred feet above the lake and the town, so that you are more weary after climbing to the top than you would be after the longest hour of a hot summer after- noon in a west-side recitation room of the M. T. H. S. And when you get to the top and pause to rest in the cool breeze which never stops blowing over that high space, you begin to wonder why anyone puts school buildings or any other buildings anywhere else than on such high places, so long as the supply of hill-tops is not all in use. There must be nearly a hundred square miles of valley in sight, stretching ten miles to the north along the lake and nearly as far into the hills, southward, with hundreds of farms and orchards on the slopes and the town straight below so shut-in and over-hung that you scarcely notice it. is said that the Cornell athletes would become invincibly strong by hill climbing if they