Lincoln High School - Cardinal Yearbook (Portland, OR)

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lilld t1 - R'mcd w '11! th Cd t0 thOUgt ' as. Patient 2- 4 . .. J :2; 2.23:3: armi yct farther into thei thousand hullfrowsz 15 that white thinzi i-ht the horses werbeir hum of tho whitebil: 'c and show vourself,: pin! out of the buggy Ins surprise to seebi' rlccp. and also imagii: mt man's brain when slg'clu'rx and the 0th: IT did ht plilcc thOSei vlu-thcr ilk' was await ,. l w Hk' swuml audio: HUI, :11ch he guessed' k' mlcrul the room- L'S. xu-n- $111011lede h irivli tn talk 21WI chvrs imhhlcd OVW flwfully tnhl theston W it'll :lsh'cp, and dim nu 111ml: thzlt CXPW V M 1 u Huxmuax's- r'um. Paxgc thirtyihrec THE C ARDJ NAL tithe 711mm igniting Qlluh iiPhewf Jack said, itbut it's raining. I havenit seen such a storm for a long time, but itis lucky for me, I guess, icause my paperis about the punkest we,ve had yet? And Jack laughed, for the amateur authors of the town of T 44-, Oregon, were not noted for their com- position writing in English classes at school, and their brilliancy was not more dazzling in the historical essays or stories, which each mem- ber belonging to the club, was obligated, in turn, to. write and read at the fortnightlymeeting. . . Jack had been delegated to present a historical story of his own ,composition. The subject given was pioneer adventure and escap-ade in early Oregon. The president called the meeting to order, and after clearing his throat introduced Jack as the modest but eloquent hero of many a forensic battle-he hesitated a little over the word, but it sounded quite right to his hearers, who welcomed the speaker to the platform in the usual manner. Jack began: KAN ADNENTUROUS FUR-TRADER? wThe trading-post of John Jacob Astor onthe banks of the Co- lumbia had been fully established. A strong fort'was built to resist the attacks of Indians; At the time one of these outbreaks was imminent, Mr. Wilson P. Hunt, who had recently arrived in command of the over-land expedition, went out of the fort to reconnoiter the Indian camp, and learn what he could about the intentions of the savages. He was accompanied by three of the hunters who had been with him in his perilous overland journey; iiThey were walking along the banks of the Columbia, glancing to right or left at the Indians fishing and paddling. Presently they were in the thick of the forest, which was dark and gloomy. They did not see the dusky forms surrounding them, until suddenly, an arrow, shot from behind, pierced the sleeve of Mr. Huntis coat. Quick as thought the hunters dragged him with them into a great hollow tree near at hand. After patient waiting for an opportunity they managed to creep away through the underbrush, and back to the gate of the fort. HThat night the sentry on guard fired his gun, at which all of the men grasped their weapons, prepared to resist an attack. In a little While it came. The fort was surrounded by the shadowy forms of many Indians, each, of whom had a bundle of brushwood on his shoulder. Did they intend to fire the stockade? There could be no other interpretation of their actions, and fear seized the hearts of the timid. Mr. Hunt, who was now commandingin person, provided against that contingency, however, by having water drawn from the well, and placed where it was easily accessible. He himself aimed the little four-pounder cannon at the large group of savages in front of

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THE CARDINAL Page thirty-two grinder and soon we lost sight of him altogether. Unclaunted we still trudged on, not knowing where we were, or how we were to find our way home. My little playmate at last suggested that he was tired, so we sat down in the tall grass by the roadside. Insrde of a muiute we were both fast asleep. Soon darkness fell and the mooneommg out saw two little runaways happily dreaming of candy, fairlesa and. a dozen other delights, while in a certin home there was an exc1tement never before equalled inside those walls. . Just about the time we sat down to rest, a man w1tht a satchel stepped off the train at a country railway station twelve mlles from the city. . He was a traveling salesman on his way home, and stopped off at the Village to attend to some important business, after the trans- action of which he intended to hire a team and drive to the Clty. . . . As he sped along in his light buggy, his mind turned to thoughts of home and his dear little boy, whom he imagined was impatient to see his daddy. He never thought for a moment that his bOy had come some twoior three miles to meet him. . As the horses emerged from an avenue of trees he saw stretched out before him the fertile lowlands, with here and there a farmhouse outlined against the sky. As he descended yet farther into the valley he could distinctly hear the serenading of a thousand bullfrogs. The very air seemed full of music But what was that white thing by the roadside that moved j ust a trifle? In a moment the horses were j erked up and a pocket pistol pointed in the direction of the white bundle, while a strong voice called out iiCome out here and show yourself, who- ever you are P Receiving no answer, he leaped out of the buggy and strode briskly toward the object. Imagine his surprise to see by then light of the moon, two little Children fast asleep, and also imagine, if you can, the thoughts that shot through that mansbrain when he recognized his own little son as one of the sleepers, and the other as the child of a neighbor. With what tender care did he place those little truants in the hrigf, doubting all the time whether he was awake or dreaming. As he drove into the home street, he saw the second and fourth i 'floors of the apartment-house brilliantly lighted, and he guessed the cause. What a cry of boundless joy went up as he entered the room with ausleeping child in each arm. We, the babes, were smothered with kisses, and nearly crushed with hugs ; everybody tried to talk at once and there was a general hubbub. The two mothers bubbled over witli Joy, whlle I sat astride my 'daddyis knee and gleefully told the story of our strange adventure up to the point where we fell asleep, and daddy told his part amid tears of joy. Now donit you think that experience taught me a lesson? . KENNETH HENDRICKS. Vv Meet me at Ringlerts Natatorium.

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THE CARDINAL Page th1frty-fow the gate. Suddenly with a yell the whole body moved forward, only to be met by the shot from. the cannon and the bullets from the un- t erring rifles of the hunters. A score were killed at the first attack, and for a moment the rest wavered, but before long they came forward again, and succeeded in placing the brushwood against the stockgde, and finally firing it. But the water buekets weretnow brought into play by the beseiged, who used them wlth such good Wlll that soon the fires died out. Seeing this, the Indians w1thdrew. Not for a long time did they again venture to attack the fort at AstorIa. . llThis is only one instance of the hardslnps and perils Wthh. fell to the lot of the pioneer posts andsettlements. Although Astoria as a trading-post did not long exist, stlll it served its purpose-it was a fore-runner to a permanent city, Wthh stands there today. , ttBravo, bravo, Jack, llGreat, fine, the best yetf, liYouire the one for us? etc., were the various ejaculations that came from the chiferent parts of the room as Jack iinished. He sat down quite prec1p1tately at such applause, without waiting to announce the subject to be dlS- cussed at the next meeting, which is, llThe Naming of Portland. i glimmer IF sweet Summer would only come, Swimming and boating and bushels of fun. Away with the Winter, away with the rain, If only King Summer his throne could regain. We are gladly his subjects, Forever and ever, God save him we sing. Away to the studies, they neler can remain If only King Summer his throne can regain. hurrah! to. our king, He daily comes onward a-marching towar'd north, And daily his foemen before him fly forth. There's never a laggard his post dares retain When comes old King Summer his throne to regain. March and his win Aprills proud sho May and her whi When King Sum d storms the retreat do assist, wers vanish in mist, te clouds go much the same mer comes, his throne to regain. Hurrah! to old Summer. Hurrah! to our King. Hurrah! to hot weather and the good times they bring; Welll loosen our muscle if our minds do get rusty, And have a good time thOugh the schoolbooks get dusty. Ringler's Natatorium canlt be beat s .. n ' ' . '- e u. I . . . i M aluesdal'z M35 4' the I jgexhipltlon of tllttr w till this departnu nt nIrl gmbeing girls trum eltl .mibits, which were on s imdassuring evulettce I :ttheories. The articles shortcake and gelatine. a :ltothe gentle art of o atandattractive kitchen ; idcooking-aml with ato be outdone hy the i Mi on ll'etlnesday. M theA. Y. ll. Iiair. T? 5thatviewcd in the has italdrawing proved Ct II working-tlrzmint.r of texcited much interes 3111 both the Roman an rem at 3 ? rate. per! 50m ? dCSignittLy and Cl Was eSPCCially interesti ltetwelfth of May all 11Pltted and the work Zeregdy for its journcg JlilVl-ilt the fair don't lug 311 prove hoth int lfSEe renmlmler of t estvzns m the art r01 IthatllHents ot the I .in lint th arold Duhney ll rough Congress In liresitlio in illong passtnsr them It lall tea and Important 1 and as man: