Lewis Clark State College - Yearbook (Lewiston, ID)

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We are free and we are houseless, Save the Prairie Schooner snug And the canvas tent at night time T 4Where we need no slumber drug-. ' Every morning looking westward, Toiling on and on again. Every evening camping farther, Farther out upon the plain. Oh, to climb the rugged mountain , On above the timber line, And to drink at nature's fountain Sweeter draught than any wine, Ford the foaming mountain river, Sleep beneath the fir and pine, Feel the mighty mountain quiver Wliezi the storm path crosses mine. Dropping down into the Westland ,We have reached the Oregon, And will face the life as nobly As the brave before have done. Build our homes, we empire builders, Building strong and brave and true For the thousands who shall follow From the old states to the new. Fight with Indians? Yes, perhaps so, Yet will teach them peace and love, Teach the brotherhood of all men And the Fatherhood aboveg Battle oft with sore privations, Conquer nature and the wild With the courage that builds nations And the glad heart of a child. Thus our land was conquered for us. Thus our fathers lived and died, Toiling, singing, fighting, working, For this west, our country's pride- We, with homage true and tender, Reverence the pioneer, I-Te, the frontier's brave defender, Gave to us this land so dear. flla Kimbrough

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westmarh Jian! in ,1fn1ftp:tbree Ella Kimbrough '16, You who live now in this Westland, In the town or village small, In the city or the orchards Where the fruits abundant fall, In the farm house, on the wheat ranch, Where the train goes rushing by And the postman brings you daily Messages from far and nigh, Come you with me to our fathers, To the days of Forty-three, To the shores of Mississippi And the hills of Tennessee. Let us hear the call, Come westward ! Take the trail for Oregon, And with hearts as bold and dauntless Go as those before have gone. Covered wagons drawn by oxen Or by horses, form the train, Filled with brave souls leaving homeland That they ne'er may see again, Friends behind and foes before us, With us comrades tried and true, Sad it is, and yet 'tis gloriousg And it thrills me through and through, just to see the naked prairie Stretchingemiles and miles away I-louseless, treeless, lone and dreary See the long grass bend and sway To the music of the wild wind, T-o the tread of creature shy, And to keep lookout for Indians Who may lurk in hiding nigh. Now we gather round the camp fire With our little crowd alone: Kindred spirits with one purpose And this great world all our own. Months of picnic in all weatherg Cloud or shine, in wind and rain, Feasting daily all together B-y' the stream or on the plain.

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Zllibe Quang We passed up the Elbe river. For a while, only the low shores on either side could be discerned. '.I.'hen, on our left, appeared the out- line of the dark woods and sloping hills in relief against the starlit sky. Amid the woods here and there the lights of houses twillkledi gradually they became more numerous, and at length on both sides of the river the lamps of a great seaport city came into view. A great city must always have its points of interest, and Hamburg was 110 ex- ception- To the south might be seen the high gabled cottages with quaint mullioned windows, and steps red or violet tiled. But on the north side of the river, lies the most beautiful district of Hamburg, built around the famious sheet of water called the Dinner Alster, which is perfectly square, about a mile in circumference and surrounded on three sides by wide quays, bordered with trees. The quay called the Alte- Jungferstieg is the gayest and busiest, and here may be seen among the handsomest dwellings that of I-lerr Schnellman, the distinguished cattle owner. Here .I-lerr Schnellman lived with his wife and little daughter, who had just passed her sixteenth birthday. Herr Schnelhnan was a huge, honest, good-hearted father who loved his wife and baby devotedly. Alfrcda Amonda and her father were great companions. They were always together. VVherever you saw the jovial big man, you saw the sweet little girl, with sunlit curls and sparkling big blue eyes, running along by her father's side: or sitting on his lap, on the porch in the evening, singing to him. Alfreda had sung as soon as she could talkg her singing was very unusual for a child of her age. She sang as if she were talking, and often when she was very small, she made her parents understand what she wanted by singing to them. People marveled at the child and would stop, when passing, to listen, as she sang in the yard at her play. Her father called her his little Singvogel. About this time the rumble of war was heard in the distance. One day Herr Schnelhnzxn came home with a very distressed look on his face. Whats the matter, daddy dear? asked Alfreda, running to meet him. Bad news for you and mother, Amondaj' answered her father en- tering the house. Ah, Henry, you look troubled, what is it F asked Frau Schnelhnan, on meeting her husband. I have here an order to go to the front for our Fatherland. I am Ieady to go, but what will become of you and Amonda? H7110 will care for you ? I will take care of mother, daddy, until you come back- You will come back, won't you daddy ? asked Alfreda pleadingly, Yes, I will come back to you, Amonda. Come sing a good-bye song for me, my Singvogel! Alfreda sat on her fathe1 s lap, with little fat arms around his neck and sang. It was a song he had never heard her sing before,