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

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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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And he who was to die did all this. Then they thrust out his eyes with hot irons. They cut off his ears. And his tongue they pulled out, lest he should murmur in his ingratitude. At noon he died quickly by fire. So the scribe died and was forgotten. And after a little the king died. And they whom he had feared in life swept down on his people, as the wind on dry leaves in autumn. The city crumbled and the sands of the desert covered it. And after a while even its memory went from the hearts of men. Bu down in the rubbish lay the brick, with the impress of the scribe still upon it. A man with iron-gray hair, a pair of bright eyes, and intellectual face, was attracted by the noise of the crowd. He entered the place. A genuine brick of Babylon ! Going, going, — for five dollars ! Ten dollars ! quickly bid the stranger. Going, going, sold to the gentleman for ten dollars. A genuine brick of Babylon ! That night the professor examined his purchase. A treasure, he said. Three thousand years old if a day. And he bent nearer to read the inscription. The crime and sentence of the scribe of the great king. In his eagerness the Professor ' s hands trembled. The brick fell to the floor and was shattered. Something rolled under the table. He groped for it. It was not a fragment of the brick. He held it to the light. It was a great ruby, cunningly wrought, and with a winged lion carven thereon. Andrev Wylie, 1900. There was a young man from Dundee, Who went on a terrible spree ; He opened the latch With a lucifer match, And lit the hall gas with his key. Will Scott, 1900.

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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.