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

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Mood A HE world has been so glad today ! Across the grass the lazy sunbeams lay And drowsy winds sighed softly through the trees. I dreamed of my fair ships a-sailing on the sea, And of the precious freight they bore to me, And life seemed good ; all 1 had dreamed would be, For I was glad. The world has been so sad today ! Only black clouds where the sunbeams lay. Fierce, wild thoughts within me burn, And I know now my ships will ne ' er return, And naught will be for which I yearn, And 1 am sad today. Ramona Bookwalter, ' 06. Eng. VII. The Character of Macbeth A A( Bk I H ! What an infinite number of problems and ideas come to 1 % the reader ' s mind at the mention of that bloody tyrant of Scotland ! m ■ There is an involuntary shudder when the mind ' s eye sees the midnight murder of the kind and generous Duncan, the treacherous slaughter of Banquo, the unreasonable sacrifice of Lady Macduff and her son. Yet in spite of all the atrocious crimes, the reader feels sorry for, and sympa- thizes with, the perpetrator. This feeling, which seems unnatural, is but acknowledging the greatness of Shakespeare ; for in his portrayal of the character of Macbeth one sees, in turn, a hero and a loving husband, but he also sees a murderer and a tyrant. It is generally believed that there is evil in everyone, and that the great battle of this life is to overcome this evil, to trample it under one ' s feet. In Macbeth is portrayed a noble and heroic man overcome by this evil ; a generous soul suffering the terrible consequences of yielding to temptation ; a man suffering the agony of an accusing and never silent conscience. The truth of the statement that yielding to one temptation makes it easier to yield to another is admirably shown in Macbeth. First is shown a heroic and courageous general, an idol of the people ; highly honored by his king, a man who has twice saved his country. Nevertheless he has entertained an ambition to become king. It is not known definitely how long he has entertained this ambition, but he certainly had thought of it before his first meeting with

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The Wanderlust [HE Wanderlust is the passion which causes men to wander over the face of the earth. Once possessed by the wandedust one becomes a nomad, a rambler through strange places. It is this fancy, only in a small degree, which we follow in our pleasure trips, such as they are. Did you ever take a long drive of twenty miles or so for pleasure? No, you say, Too slow for me. When I want to go any place, I go at the rate of sixty miles an hour by rail or auto. But in the very fact that it is slow lies the charm of a pleasure drive. That is to get away from the haste and rush and push of the strenuous life. I like to have a good horse to pull me and take a long drive, devounng the freshness of the morning, drinking in the beauty of the forest, the sweet simplicity of the country. I like to stop at each hilltop to admire the view, looking off across the country for a mile or two over field and forest to the river winding somewhere safe to the sea. I descend the hill and follow the road which winds through the fields, then straggles through the woods. 1 loiter slowly along the river road where the sycamore and willows grow. 1 stop at a farm house, half hidden from the road by trees and shrubbery, for dinner, and in the afternoon I rove on through fields and meadows and a little song of Richard Hovey ' s comes to me, Whose furthest footstep hath never strayed beyond the village of his birth Is but a lodger for the night in this old Wayside Inn of Earth. Tomorrow he shall take his pack and set out for the ways beyond On the trail from star to star, an alien and a vagabond. Maurice Thompson, 06. Eng. VII. o H, what is so cruel as a day in June ? Then if ever come trying days, And teachers try pupils if they be in tune And over each, heavily, hard work lays. Whether we work or whether we listen We hear summer call and we see it glisten. Every one feels a thrill of delight, A longing within that rises and towers, But, heavy laden with books, each night Trudges home midst sighs and June showers. VuM ' cy

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the Weird Sisters, because these witches did not put wickedness into men ' s hearts, but if it is there they bring it out and lure men to destruction. Also, when Macbeth is hailed as he that shalt be king hereafter, Banquo says, Good sir, why do you start, and seem to fear Things that do sound so fair? It is but logical to conclude that Macbeth was very much surprised and startled to hear that which he had secretly thought and which he supposed was known only to himself. Next is pictured a man who has plotted, but who does not have the will-power to carry out his plans. How weak he is ! How he tries to persuade himself that the end justifies the means! But Fair is foul and foul is fair , and the murder is committed. After the deed is done, his conscience is even more active than before, and it is now that the reader is introduced to Macbeth, the sufferer. It is here that the conscience- stricken man says, The innocent sleep, Sleep that knits up the raveled sleave of care, The death of each day ' s life, sore labor ' s bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature ' s second course, Chief nounsher in life ' s feast. After one murder is committed, how easy it is to commit another ! How easy it was for Macbeth to kill the two chamberlains who guarded the king ! But neverthe- less, Macbeth is afraid of his own thoughts. What a lengthy speech he makes after he has killed the two chamberlains and is asked by Macduff, Wherefore did you so ? He talked to forget his own thoughts. He is crowned. He has realized his life ' s ambition ! But in so doing he has lost his soul ! In his unrest and troubled state of mind he causes the murder of Banquo, then follows quickly the flight of Macduff, the murder of Lady Macduff and son, the madness of Lady Macbeth and the retribution that is sure to follow. Macbeth wel- comes death, for he feels the same as Lady Macbeth did when she said, Nought s had, all ' s spent, Where our desire is got wtthout content ; is safer to be that which we destroy lan by destruction dwell in doubtful joy.