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

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spring poem had he rejected — but never before had he faced the choicest of the world ' s Intellectual stars. So, trembling with something akin to stage-fright, he advanced toward the least awful looking of them, a young man in a gray business suit. How are you, sir? My name is Markham. Sherlock Holmes replied : Glad to meet you. Ever found any clue as to who was the man with the hoe? Sir — . But now they are all on him. Dr. Johnson gives him a ponderous hand- shake and remarks, Rather poor English in your poem, sir. Edgar Poe tells him, •• You have too little of the aesthetic quality. Nero says, I should like to play an accompaniment to your poem on my violin, which remark makes the author of the Recessional blush. After Markham emerged he was carried off to the club house and made the guest of honor. Harry Wood, 1900.

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get anxious himself, for Uncle is an old man with poor eyes, and he has a rather disastrous habit of driving into things. At half past twelve, we had decided on one of two possibilities ; either they had slipped around to somebody ' s house for supper, or else an accident had happened. The first was rather improbable, being far more in Tom ' s and my line than Aunt ' s and Uncle ' s. The second was so full of direful possibilities that I wanted to go out and hunt them. As we sat there in distressed silence, the clock struck one. Tom rose and paced the porch nervously. Just then I fancied I heard a voice, which said faintly, children ! Tom, stop ! I said, choking. Listen!- — I thought I heard Auntie ' s voice. Nonsense ! said Tom gruffly, but stopping all the same. Children, called the voice, clearly and distinctly, when are you coming upstairs ? And over the banister, with her queer old-fashioned candlestick lighting up her handsome face, leaned my Aunt. She and Uncle had reached home a half hour before Tom and 1. Valentia Egan, March 28, 1900. THE ARRIVAL HERE he comes. Here he is. Behold the man with the hoe. At last we see the poet of the century. These and similar cries broke the gloomy silence of Hades one morning not long since. Charon had just brought his craft to a standstill and was depositing his single passenger on the golden sands of the Styx. No wonder the shades were excited, for they were about to receive an accession. All had read in Addison ' s Sight-Seer the evening before that Edward Markham was deceased and now he was here. Thin and haggard in the face he was. He had a weary look in his eyes, as if bowed by the weight of centuries, he stood. Grasping his small grip in one hand he stepped on to the beach. Here, Charon, he said, go make yourself comfortable ' giving him a ghostly dollar. Then he turned toward the associated shades; then, and only then, did he seem to realize that he was dead. He had faced irate and uncompro- mising editors; he had received bushels of criticism, both bitter and sweet, and many a

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PSALM 151 Blessed is the boy that walketh aright upon the stairs, for he shall not then run afoul of Mr. Martin and be sent to punishment in the office. Blesseth also is he that standeth not upon street corners, nor smoketh on his way to school, nor sitteth upon the back seat in the recitation room and annoyeth the teachers by whispering. But he that giveth not up his seat in the street car to a teacher, and signeth his own excu ses, or laugheth not at his teacher ' s jokes, shall not be forgotten when the lime for promotion comes. Praise be to him who goeth not out behind the barn and curseth when his promotion card is inscribed with C — ' s and •■ D ' s, but joUyeth his teachers during the next term and carryeth home his card in triumph covered with A ' s and A+ ' s. Blessed is he that getteth up before the crowd in the auditorium and maketh his speech without a stumble or a hitch, for he shall be exalted before the school and the powers that be shall pat him upon the back and make much of him. But he that forgetteth his lines shall be much disturbed and a joke shall be cracked upon him that getteth confused. Will Scott, 1900.