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

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Think not, dear heart, because the snows are sifting, And bleaching wood and fence and field In powdery piles high drifting, That all the brighter days ' gainst us are sealed. For sometime, somewhere, the Spring ' s unfurling In waves of color, blue violets all dewy-wet, And in bright skies are flakes of cloud-foam curling, As if both sky and sea commingled met. Think not that hungry wolf-winds howling Across the plain, in search of prey, And round about the household prowling, Presage for us no fairer day. For in soft airs are tender shoots forth-springing, And orchard crofts are blanched with bloom once more, And somehow, somewhere, dearest heart, are singing The joyous birds forevermore. MARY DILLINGHAM t ' r- WM I. SA : Our Hermit WHILE on a camping trip in the wilds of northern Wisconsin we discovered our hermit. He was a man of medium height and slight build, with long auburn hair, a reddish beard, high forehead and wonderful brown eyes. Dressed in corduroy trousers, a blue flannel shirt, homemade moccasins and a deer skin cap, with a large box covered with skin strapped upon his back, in which he carried huckleberries, he presented an unique appearance. As he stood outlined against the underbrush, offering his berries, he made a picture that we campers have never forgotten. He resembled some of the pictures of Christ and we children used to wonder if he really were not Christ living on earth. All were very much interested in him and desirous of making his acquaintance ; with the grown people he was reticent, resenting their questions, but he seemed to take pleasure in telling us children stories of nature and pointing out forest secrets, hidden to our eyes. He never laughed at our ignorant questions and childish remarks but tried to satisfy us in his own beautiful way. We had heard so much of his little cabin and pet deer that the life he lead seemed ideal to us and the hardships of living twenty miles from any inhabitant through the long cold winter seemed as nothing. We loved and almost worshiped him and it was with great impatience that we looked forward to his Saturday trip, ready to walk to the village and back with him. Z1M3SG