Lewis Clark State College - Yearbook (Lewiston, ID)

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y itaisturical ageant An evening of unusual interest and entertainment was that of Saturday, February 11, when Professor Talkington, with the assistance Of the Senior class presented, before an assembly taxing the capacity of the gymnasium, an historical pageant, depicting the development of the Northwest. Ten scenes we1'e presented, each faithfully representing some stage in the evolution of life in the Northwest from the pioneer days up to the Present time. In the first scene we had the Indian before the coming of the white man, and the scenes following, presented in order, tue iur trader, miner, missionary, pioneers, old and new, a pioneer home. pioneer school days, a living album presenting types from the Indian to the 1916 Senior, and lastly, the dances, old and new. Every detail was carefully worked out by Professor Talkington so that the entire pageant presented phases of our life as a nation which are of intense interest to every resident of the Northwest, but which are too often neglected. The hardships, the sacrifices, the joys of the pfople, who struggled here that we might have the glorious Northwest HS we know it, were pictured as they could be only thru the efforts of one who thoroughly understood and appreciate them.

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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.