Havermale Junior High School - Papoose Yearbook (Spokane, WA)

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THE LEGEND OF LAKE CHATCOLET Honorable Mention Twenty years ago Lake Chatcolet wus an Indian reservation inhabited by two hundred or more Indians. The chief of the tribe had a beautiful daughter named Chatcolet. As she grew older, she fell in love with a warrior of the same tribe who loved her in return. Her father was very much opposed to the match,- for he wished her to marry a warrior of his own choice. As time went on, the chief wanted Chatcolet to become settled, so he told her of his wish. IVhen she heard that she must marry against her wishes, she became very sad. One night she crept softly from the camp. When she was out of hearing distance, she broke into a run, and ran until she reached the shores of the lake where her fatheris boats were anchored. Unfastening one of them, she stepped into it and started to paddle. A soft breeze played over the lake, while a beautiful moon cast its light on the waters. Chatcolet followed the path of the moonlight, until she came to a huge rock that projected out into the water. This was called Rocky Point. Here she stepped out of her canoe, and in a few minutes it had drifted away on the tiny wavelets that the breeze had stirred. The rest of this story I will let you imagine for yourselves. I will tell you only that Chatco1et's canoe was later found by her people. In order to find comfort in their grief, they named the lake Chatcolet. -Margaret Robbins. NVHY MOTHERS XVORK Applicant: No, ma'am, I could not work where children are. V Madam: But we advertised for a girl who understands children. Applicant: Oh, I understand Jem, ma'am. That's the reason I wouldn't work where they are. C621 MY HERO The bell had already rung and I was just walking into class. Now I knew that if I came in late, I would not bc permitted to remain there unless I got an excuseg but where was I to get one, as I had just been to my locker trying to find a mislaid pen? I tried to think of a .good excuse as I crept stealthily to my seat, but to no avail. Inspirations or excuses just wouldn't come. Then the next thought was maybe she hadn't heard me come in and I might get by, but at that moment I was sharply called to the instructor's desk and asked to show my excuse. I replied very slowly that I didn't have an excuse, and was then very politely told to get one. I walked out of the room very down- hearted as I thought of the long forty- five minute period after school to make up. Just as I had given up all hopes of returning, some one tapped me lightly on the shoulder and asked me what the trouble was. I explained the situation very thoroughly and was then taken into the office where an admission slip was presented to me, and I was admitted to the class once more. Now if you don't already know, I will tell you that the hero of this experience was Mr. Shaw. THE MOON The moon is like a maiden fair With radiant and shining hair. Her throne is in the sky at night- Her handmaids are the stars so bright. O'er the world she keeps her stand, Guarding and watching every land. Ruling her realm, but flees with the dawn, Returning again when the day is gone. f -June Armstrong Miss Corbett: Margaret, I wish you'd pay a little attention. Margaret Daugherty: Pm paying as little as possible. A I

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