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

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Ni iteele F T. C. Steele ' s many beautiful paintings, the ones I like best are: Wood Interior, After the Storm, Shelburn Meadows at Noonday, and The Sycamores. Wood Interior shows different hues of green, and when looking down the little path which is lost in a thick undergrowth one cs almost imagine he feels, the soft, cool breezes, and hears the low, melan- choly murmurs so characteristic of the wood-land. After the Storm is composition of bright colors which are particularly pleasing, as they have th freshness that is usually seen after a storm. A farm house surrounded by trees is in the left of the picture, while vast fields roll away to the horizon, on the right. The sky is a mass of heaving, tumbling, gray clouds, which show wha the fury of the elements had been. The painting of The Shelburn Meadows at Noonday is well named. There is not a cloud in the sky, only an endless stretch of blue. The whole atmosphere is that of a typical midsummer noon. Even the cattle standing under the elm tree seem to be immersed m the same listless, drowsy feeling. The Sycamores is a fine play of color. The clear blue of the water, the touches of red, with the brilliant lights and the shades of green, caused by the sun, is very harmonious. The queer brown and gray bark of the trees is well portrayed and the foliage is so dense that very little of the sky is seen. The soft, green grass with here and there a clump of crimson flowers, and a pretty little pool of water are quite pleasing. Helen Ensey, ' 08. E ng. IV. Another Emmy Lou SHE is a typical Emmy Lou, endowed with her true heart, and she is a bit of a coquette. She is especially elated when she succeeds in doing some little Wick edness unobserved. Just the other day, when Emmy Lou ' s teacher was off duty something wicked crept into Emmy Lou ' s little soul and she determined to race wii a comrade to a recitation. She chose a devious path, wound in and out among seats and desks, causing no end of commotion. Her heart quivered when she saw her dearly beloved ' s pink hair-ribbon flutter as its owner neared the goal. Emmy Lou hurried with all her might, but whose heavy hurried steps were coming behind her? Were they the teacher ' s ? Had she been caught again in disobedience ? Her tiny knees weakened ; she felt something in her hand ; she stopped short and looked with misty eyes upon — a package of chewing gum. She did not finish the race, — she looked back down the hall and beheld a small lad vanishing hastily through a door-way. That was enough ! — all her little heart could endure. Why did he do it ? But she guessed why. The chewing gum was to set aright the serious discord of two hearts. I told Emmy Lou that 1 thought chewing gum made a very good seal for such a bond of friendship. Dorothea L. Gilray, ' 06. Eng. VII.

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peace with the Mikado and accept the Christian religion in thy province. Lastly, tonight at the ' Feast of the Hundred Visitors I would have thy daughter in marriage. Quick, worthy prince ; life or death, which is it ? ' X ryS m ' rirvm Assam sprang noiselessly between the two. O father, Prince Nagoli, 1 would have it so, for he is my betrothed. Silently the moon shines on the ruined shrines of Goddess Kwannon. No noise of tramping soldiers nor of clashing arms disturbs the peace of the red bamboo forest. In the great hall of Nagoli ' s palace ther e is the sound of revelry. Cries of Samurai, Kwanni and Old Japan forever ! break the stillness of the night outside. Setsu, in the shinjio among the moon flowers, patiently awaits the coming of her mistress, Assani. Little does she think that the beautiful Japanese girl is Assani no longer, but Princess Konn of the faithful Samurai. Carl Adam, ' 06. Eng. VII. ?py A Day of Spring DAY of Spring is here. With joy it thrills. The sunshine gleams, the morning seems to smile, The trees, all pink and white, sway on the hills, And far and near the birds call all the while. This fragrant day we read from Tennyson, And with the happy lotus-eaters stray ; Rejoice with Lancelot o ' er glories won. Oh ! it is thus because our hearts are gay. A long, long day is done and darkness falls. The sky is dark ; the winds strange memories bring, And in the world cold duty calls and calls. The birds that sang that joyful day forget to sing, On such a night we dare not read from books; The songs of bards are discord to our ears, We hear not words that sound like laughing brooks. ' Tis thus, because our hearts are filled with fears. Dorothea Gilray, ' 06. Eng. VII. tkCL q f .

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The Lone Match It ISCOURAGED and sad, a lonely match lay in its box, high up on the kitchen shelf. Its fellows had all been transferred to the match case, but in some way this one had been overlooked. For three days it had pondered how it could make its presence known, and for three nights it had vainly waited for someone to find it and use it. For it was considered a great honor to be among the first chosen in the whole box. But up in this dark corner the chances were, it would not be used at all. On the fourth evening as the match lay pondering on its sad fate, it heard Mary Ann, the cook, come into the kitchen and strike a match. The ray of light which suddenly shone through a crack in the box told it that the gas had been lighted, and its last hope was gone. With a heavy heart little Blue Top (as it had been called by the other matches) lay listening to Mary Ann ' s hurrying footsteps, and wondering which of its lucky companions she had chosen to light the gas with. Presently it began to be interested in the actions of Mary Ann, and wondered if, by standing up, it could not see what was going on in the kitchen. So Blue Top jumped up and popped its little head out of the crack, and there, right before it, was the wonderful gas light. It envied the match which had given its life to produce this beautiful thing. But suddenly its envy was turned to horror, for there on the floor, where the cook had carelessly thrown it, lay the charred head of its companion. For a minute it forgot the true mission of a match, and was glad it had been overlooked, but as Blue Top was a very worthy match, the cowardly feeling was soon overcome. It decided, however, that if it must meet such a fate, it would do something greater than merely afford Mary Ann a light to get supper by. Its attention was now turned to Mary Ann herself, who had just taken a pan of biscuits from the oven and was now turning to the meat. The clouds of steam which arose from the stove obstructed its vision a great deal of the time and it stretched its little neck until it fairly ached, trying to follow Mary Ann ' s actions. Blue Top liked her, for she could do so many funny things, and began to wish that it could do some- thing for her, something more than any other match had ever done. But what could it do ? Here it was away up in the dark corner with no possibility of ever being found, ' t was afraid to jump, and even if it did, she would only sweep it out. The match was suddenly interrupted in its reverie by a loud rap at the door. Mary Ann ' s face lit up with a bright smile, and she dropped a spoon, and almost broke a tea cup in her haste to reach the door. When she opened it Blue Top could see a tall man outside. It wondered who this could be, and what he wanted with Mary Ann. She stayed fully twenty minutes at the door, talking in so low a tone that the match could not catch a word. When she finally came back she seemed uneasy about something. She did not work nearly so vigorously as before, and presently she sat down and thought deeply. ilk ' »