Kentucky Home School for Girls - Pandaisia Yearbook (Louisville, KY)

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Jeremiah 's Adventure EREMIAH, the younger son of Mr. and Mrs. Squirrel, was scampering home after a delightful afternoon's frolic in the neighborhood, when he saw, looming up in front of him, a new barbed wire fence which must have been erected in the last few days. Jeremiah stopped, quivered all over, and waved his plumy tail rather nervously. He was trying to figure out in his own mind what was the meaning of such a radical change-a new fence, and how inconvenient it was too! Of course, he might be able to squeeze through it, but then he had just eaten a very large dinner, and perhaps it would not be wise, especially as the holes in the wire were very small. Now Jeremiah had always lived in the city, in truth all his life had been spent near an old oak tree in the yard of the water company property. Why it was called the water com- pany, Jeremiah had never quite been able to understand, as he could see no water any- where, in truth nothing except a large build- ing in the middle of the lot, but then he knew that humans had very queer names for everything. After thinking the matter over, he decided to scamper along until he came to the end of the fence, and then he would hasten home in no time without the bother of squeezing through the wire. He started out merrily, but became tired within a short while and wished that he were nearing home. Nevertheless he kept hastening along, until-until, why he was back where he had started! He stopped disconsolately trying to decide what would be the best thing to do, when suddenly he saw a very large dog chasing down the street. Now Jeremiah was deathly afraid of dogs when there were no trees around, and so without thinking, he took a leap and landed right beside the fence, and without further hesitation he scrambled through. Nervously he paused, his little heart beating excitedly, and saw the large dog with his nose to the ground run to the opening through which he had squeezed. How thankful Jeremiah was to be on the other side and what a very narrow escape that had been! Now that the danger was past, Jeremiah scampered along at a leisurely pace, reaching home just as the sun was setting. His mother hurried out to meet him and they went the remainder of the way together, Jeremiah tell- ing her of his very exciting adventure. Virginia Quarrier Wynn, 742 Penguins The Penguin sometimes seems to be A dapper, plump old man With spotless vest and neat black tie He's always spic and span. His shrunken wings are quite like arms Drawn up into wide sleeves. His friendly gestures seem to say, ulVly one aim is to please.'7 The Penguin is attractive In natty, full-dress suit, With long-tailed coat and cocky hat, He's really very cute. Although the Penguins cannot fly, They swim with utmost ease. They're quite at home on shallow lakes Or on high, raging seas. These curious creatures sit at dusk ln groups of two or three And all the happenings of the day Discuss most seriously. The handsome birds are very brave, And up where cold winds blow, The fearless little fellows Will battle any foe. We might well take a lesson From the Penguins' pride and pluck. Their triumph over stress and strife With courage more than bulk. The rules of life are much the same For bird and beast and man, To find success and happiness We have to work and plan. Carolyn Hart, 542 Eleven

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Reminiscence QAn Imaginary Incidentj OW often I have heard my grandmother tell stories of the Civil Warg especially the one in which her mother had an interview with President Lincoln. Our family was Southern, and, as a result had a great hatred for Lincoln, but something happened which changed this sentiment, and I shall tell you about it. My great-grandmother had a brother whom she simply adored, and when the war came, why, of course, he joined the Confederate Army. They heard from him occasionally, and then for many months they received no word. Finally the news came that he had been captured by the Union soldiers, and be- cause he was caught as a spy, would very probably be shot within the next few days. My great-grandmother was heart-broken, but instead of making up her mind that his death was inevitable, she tried to think of every possible scheme by which she could save his life, and suddenly had the wonderful thought that she would go to Washington, and have an interview with Mr. Lincoln! In those times this was a very daring and presumptuous idea for a young girl even to consider, but the thought appealed to her, and restored a faint glimmer of hope. An aunt lived in Washing- ton, and consequently she had little trouble persuading her parents to consent to the journey, though until long afterwards, they did not understand the reason for her sudden longing to visit her relatives. After a rather long, difficult journey, she arrived safely, and having confided her plan to her uncle, persuaded him to accompany her, though he considered the whole idea ab- surd and useless. They reached the Presi- dent's office about noon, the busiest time of the day, but after an hour's wait, she was admitted to the office. Her uncle remained outside, thinking that she alone might be able to do what he did not have the power to do and .... and he was not disappointed! The mercy which the South had heard about for so long was not just an empty word, but a human reality, and it was personified in Lincoln himself. She admitted afterwards that she could scarcely remember how she worded her plea, or his exact words, except these few which were indelibly fixed in her mind: UI have not suffered by the South, I have suffered with the South. Your sorrow has been my pain. What you have lost, I have lost, and what you have gained, I have gained. Then he closed by signing a paper granting the release of her brother. Virginia Quarrier Wynn, 542 ' The Wind Stay outlu said the child To the wind so wild, As he closed the window and door, uYou can't come in, When you make such a din, And hurl everything to the floorf' Said the wind, All right, Keep the windows shut tight, Until this storm is over, But in the end, Ten Youill count me a friend, And be glad I'm a rover, For I go to the sea, Drive the clouds before me, And bring you all your rains, Now the birds and flowers, Enjoy my showers, And thank me for my painsf' Tosca Garibaldi, '42

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The Indian Legend of Winona N THE deepening twilight, an Indian warrior made his way through the thick Florida forests, to a silvery, clear pool. This pool was considered sacred by the In- dians who believed that small water people lived in the grottos and black holes under the surface. The water people were kindly- perhaps they would give him his wish tonight. Near the shore, he could see the long water grasses swaying and bending in the current. These, he believed, were the tresses of Winona: and this recalled to his mind the Legend of Winona. Winona, a beautiful Indian maid, had been one of his own tribe and, in time gone by, had lived in the same forests as he. She had been the daughter of Chief Okehumphee, who was at war with the tribe of Chulcotah. Chul- cotah was a young brave, whose fame had spread through many tribes. As soon as Winona and Chulcotah met, they fell in love. But they could not be married because of stern tribal laws. Okehumphee, the other by Chulcotah, met in the forests. In the short, fierce struggle that followed, Chulcotah was killed. Winona first heard of this tragedy that night when her father was boasting of his deed. The sad girl slipped silently away from the camp-fire, and ran along the path to their trysting-place to find her lover, Chulcotah. When she came to the spring, the depths were lit by the mellow light of the moon, and the water people were dancing in the soft glow. She stood there for a few moments, watching the dim lights. Then, slowly, she walked into the silver water and went to meet the spirit of her lover, never to return. But still, in the years that followed, the grasses swayed and bent in the current. Winona had not goneg for she lived with the water people forever. The warrior stirred from his dreaming, slowly and carefully, he began to make his sacrifice to the water people so they would give him his wish. Janet Core, '42 ,One day, two hunting parties, one led by Twelve A Fable NCE there was a hawk and an owl who were having a quarrel. The hawk ac- cused the owl of laziness, because he slept all day, and the owl accused the hawk of laziness, because he slept all night. Neither could agree which was the more lazy, so they set out to find the nightingale whom they knew to be a fair judge. When the nightingale heard the evidence on both sides, he gave judgment as follows: c'You, owl, hunt for food at night, and you, hawk, hunt for food by day, but I hunt for food during the day and give concerts during the night, so it is impossible for me to think either of you is overworkedf, Moral: There is always some one who thinks he does more than you do. ' Tosca Garibaldi, ,42