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

Page 16 text:

A Night Piece Calm is the heavy odor-laden air, Deep and intense the silence is, no sound As far as ear can strain. All forces both Of earth and heav ' n have still ' d themselves to silence, And th all-vasty night and limitless Is indication of the wond ' rous power And magnitude of earth and of earths God. The flowers breathe out their very souls to fill The joyous air ; the trees clothed rich in green, But greyed and darkened in the gloom of night, Stand monuments, that guard the quiet world, Filled thro ' and thro ' with idleness of sleep, And cover ' d gently with the light perfume Of plants, deep-rooted in the fresh warm soil. What soft, reviving breath now reaches me ? From whence this gentle breeze, that, stealing, comes With gradual pace along the line of fields That stretch interminably as far as eye Can follow, then are lost in mistiness ? A Zephyr, newly ' scaped imprisonment Of all the pent up Winds, comes stealthily Along o ' er ever wid ' ning vales, from South To North, and soothingly it trembles o ' er My cheek an instant, then is felt no more, But passes on and on to mere oblivion. Thus, follow they, one after one, bringing The rich rare odor of the roses, burst Newly into bloom by warmth of summer night, And heavy-laden with the scent of flowers Of lesser growth, commingling with the sweets Of trailing honeysuckle newly ope ' d. The dim, young, struggling moon not visible E ' er now, shows faintly from the mantling clouds, Then disappears, but bursting through again, Successful at the last, she idly sails, Surrounded by the attending slars ; and, too, The clouds sail on, forever in attempt To hide her face. The misty lightenings pass And repass athwart the sky, and are infused Into the vap ' rous clouds t ' reflect a glow Of silver on the earth, that trembles far And farther on, into the edge of things : And when the clouds, clearing, have left the moon In full possession of a starry sky, The earth, all bathed in mellow light, becomes At once a wond ' rous dream of living beauty, Up sending odors to the face of heav ' n, Thrice thankful for the vision that it sees. ARTHUR BERKELEY GAUNT

Page 15 text:

Mr. Bronson would put Bee n to work on link-motion n he would never want to sit down. George had worked at it until he was wild-eyed, woolly-haired, and could see around corners and he knew what he was talking about. Mr. Bronson once said that whosoever mastered n link-motion would be fit to take a responsible position at any railroad or a funeral, he didn ' t know which. But that was all before he was a witness in the trial After that he never joked very muck He just looked sad. Cotton ' s cross-questioning was too much for him. Cotton and Raschig were the attorneys for the defense. Raschig was great on cross-examination but when he rose to make a speech he got so red that his ears sizzled and his hair curled. Raschig was an awfully affectionate sort of a fellow. He had an umbrella that he was fond of — . Why once somebody took it by mistake out of the cloak-room and left in its place a fine, silk, ivory-handled umbrella. Pretty soon Raschig found it out and he nearly cried. Said he wanted his old cotton rain-stick n back again. He went to Mr. Hall — he was our session-room teacher then and he refereed in the big football game. I tell you, boys, that was the greatest game that ever was played. For weeks beforehand Saunderson, the captain of Why boys! Not going are you? I wanted to tell you about that game. Well I ' ll tell you some other time. W. F. KAPPES The Curse on Uncle Eph ' s House HI, DAR, don ' t go under dar, don ' t ! don ' t ! don ' t ! He had begun entreatingly but ended in a tone of command. Astonished the young girl stopped, while an old darkey got stiffly down off a ladder and, placing it to one side, said, n Land sakes o ' life, honey, ah wouldn ' t had you to go under dat ladder noway. Yes ma ' am it ' s the meanes ' kind of bad luck. fi Amused at the superstitious strain in the old darky, the young girl drew him into a conversation regarding good and bad omens, and finally asked him if he had ever seen a ghost. The darky thought awhile and then said, n No, ah haint neber seen no ghost, but onct ah thought ah seen what one was a doin ' . n It was dis away. You remember when all us darkies was so scared by dat old witch woman dat was livin on Belt street ? Well dat ' s the time. One afternoon when ah was away workin ' and Mandy (that ' s mah wife), she was a washin ' in the old kitchen and ain ' t thinkin ' bout nothin ' , all a suddent some one said right back her, Howdy Mis Bubu. Mandy she ' s flustered and turned round quick and dar was dat ar old witch woman. She kinder laughed and told Mandy not to be scared, she neber hurt no friends anyhow. Then she said she ' d tell Mandy ' s fortune and Mandy ' lowed she couldn ' t and the old woman ' lowed she could. Anyhow she grabbed Mandy ' s hand and looked at it real close and then told her something that happened way before the war. Well now, Mandy she just grabbed dat hoodoo woman and carried her out in the street and locked the door. Dat old woman just hollered and screamed, and said she ' d put a curse on the house and it would come true dat night. Now when ah got home Mandy was just dat scared she would hardly let me in the house. After supper ah done went to the grocery store for some meal and when ah got home Mandy was in bed so ah just put the meal on the mantel and got on to bed just as fast as ever ah could. Dar was ' nt no light burnin ' and we ' s just layin ' dar waitin ' to hear somethin ' and by un by when we ' s just bout sleep, pop right out the wall dar came a round thing with long legs and crawled down the wall, like a big grand-daddy long legs, across the floor and under the bed. Mandy she hollered and told me to light a match and ah reached out of bed to get a match out of the can when law me, it seemed dat right out under mah hand a ball of yeller fire jumped and skated down the door, across the zinc and under the stove. Well, right dar dis darky had to get up for Mandy had fainted. Ah got the water and brought her to, and then that ar woman made me get down on my mah knees and see what was under the bed. Under the bed I ain ' t found nothin ' but Mandy ' s ball of yam with the knittin needles stuck in it. You see the mice had knocked it off the mantel when they was a gittin at the meal, for the sack was gnawed the next mornin an ' half the meal was done gone. But, Uncle Eph, said the young girl, who had listened attentively, n What was under the stove ? n He laughed sheepishly and said, Well, you see Mandy had braced the door with the wash- board and had forgotten to take the soap off so when ah got out of bed ah bumped the board and the soap slid down under the stove. But ah tell you, Miss, we didn ' t sleep much dat night and afcre long the old witch woman went to Louisville cause the people was goin ' to have her ' rested for makin ' all their chickens die. EDITH OHLSEN

Page 17 text:

An Awful Experience POOR LUCK always had dogged my footsteps and so I suppose it was nothing unusual for me to receive another visit from my unwelcome visitor — an own cousin, by the way, at that — and to make it worse he was compelled to stay over night. Now, when it is known that he was a restless sleeper and an awful kicker, I think all will agree that I had sufficient cause for displeasure. Twice before, had I slept with him and twice before, had I awakened, sore in body and sore in mind. Twice before, did my cousin assure me that he had had a pleasant night ' s sleep, while it was all that I could do to keep from pummeling the life out of him. However, 1 submitted to my fate, I couldn ' t help it, and went to sleep at ten-thirty. It seemed but a short time since falling asleep, when I awoke. I seemed to be in very uncom- fortable quarters and I experienced a strange, Stifling sensation. I tried to sit up, but could not move a muscle. It was very dark save for a single streak of light. Where was I confined and why ? These thoughts flitted through my mind but I could not answer them. I heard a noise — evidently, there were others in the room. Listening intently, I faintly heard these whispered words, Poor boy, too bad he had to die. Like a flash, the situation burst upon me. I was supposed to be dead and my uncomfortable quarters were a coffin. I experienced a prickly sensation in the region of my head — my hair was standing on end. I tried my best to cry out, but no sound passed my lips. Would I be able to wrench the coffin lid off, like the girl in Edgar Allen Poe ' s story ? Oh, but the terror I should experience in the meanwhile ! Why did I deserve such a fate ? I was trying to devise some means of escape, when I heard more whispered talking. They were going to take the coffin to the hearse. My brain was in a whirl. I did not know what to do. They approached the coffin and grasped the handles at the sides. The clanking noise caused by this action broke the spell which bound me and with a superhuman effort I wrenched the lid off and hurled it to the floor with a clash. A scream rent the air, and I awoke to find my cousin sprawling on the floor. In his restless sleep, he had lain crosswise on my chest, causing that strange, Stifling sensation. In my endeavor to relieve myself of the weight, I had lifted him bodily and had hurled him to the floor. He has never slept with me since. SAM GOLDSTEIN Little Johnny Sim-Sim stood in the gym-gym Wearing no gym-gym shoes. When Mr. Hall spied him, he slipped up beside him And frightened him into boo-hoos.