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

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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

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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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May Day HIS year the Kentucky Home School for Girls celebrated the twenty-ninth May Day in its history. This is a festival that goes far back in European history. Though it is the fifth month in our year, it was the third one of the old Roman calendarg the origin of the name of the month is disputed but it is usually believed to be derived from Maio, the mother of Mercury, the messenger of the gods. The Romans sacrificed to this goddess on the first day of this month which was sacred to her. On May Day they would go in procession to the grotto of Egeriag this festival was celebrated in the midst of the one to Flora, goddess of flowers. ln medieval and Tudor England, May Day was a great public holiday. All classes of people, young and old, were up at dawn and went Ma-Mayingw in the woods. Branches of trees and flowers were borne back in triumph to the towns and villages, the center of the procession was occupied by the people hon- ored with carrying the May Pole. The May Pole was usually of birch and, in the villages, was set up for that day only. ln London and the larger towns there were permanent Poles. ln 1644, Parliament outlawed May Poles. much too gay a festival to suit the Puritan spirit of that time, but under the Restoration they returned and James ll personally super- vised the building of one in London one hundred thirty-four feet high. The custom is still rather generally observed in England and, with its accompanying songs and dances has come to us from the Mother Country. ln this year of l942, the sun broke through the clouds just in time to light on Annie Laurie Ham, Queen of the May, and Joyce Garibaldi, Maid of Honor to the Queen, as they were proclaimed by the herald, Alice Thirteen