Lincoln High School - Totem Yearbook (Seattle, WA)

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HAIL AND GODSPEED. HAIL-guide, instructor, elder brother, friend! VVe, starting with the untried arms of youth, Bearing our yet unblazoned shields to war Amid the grim realities of life, Salute thee, who hast laid earth's armor by. VVe bid thee Hail!-we do not say Farewell. ln that Great Power, Which Was, Is and Shalt VVe all do live and move and have our being. It matters not which side the veil called death Our life continues. 'Tis the self-same life. In all the boundless universe of God There no Farewell. Thou art but gone before Into another grade of that Great School VVherein, throughout the ages, every soul VVorks out the Course the Principal hath set. Therefore, for thee, we hail with joyful hearts A larger sphere of usefulness and life. In due time we shall follow in thy steps, And so we chant no solemn requiem, But these few heartfelt words of comrade cheer We give thee as thou goest on thy way Upon the Great Adventure waiting all: Ilail and Gosspeed, O brother on The Path! Fzzring the Light, press ever on and on. Our lips abjure that mournful word Farewell, And say Until Tomorrozu! Be, PAG Fl FIFTEICN

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PAGE FOI' RT ICEN WILLIAM H, MILLER 1852 - 1921

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,li . ff +- fi i , I T Vt, Y J . lx ll if ' 1, 1 Literar TOTEM AWARD CONTEST. It has been the custom in the last eight years for the Totem Weekly to conduct a. Totem Award contest, and to offer for the best short story or poem a. Totem-Award Pin. This year the Annual Totem conducted the contest and made awards to Irwin Rieger and Phyllis Jansen for the following short stories. True Partners By Irwin Reiger Tell us a yarn, Bill. It was the youngest of the three who spoke. l'm new to Alaska, you know, and l like to hear 'em. Reflectively the other man shifted his gaze from the campfire up the valley. Midnight was approaching, yet there was no darkness, and the July sun still shone upon this vast world where nature reigned supreme. The wilderness, parting to let the river through, extended everywhere luxuriant, and sent its breath over the land. Far off across the hills stretched Alaska's untamed im- mensity, into other endless distances and other Silent Places. He nodded toward the head-waters. Couple of fellows had a great experience up there, once, he said remi- niscently. lt's quite a yarn. He seized a twig, and bending forward, ignited its end in the flames. The man was a miner, yet there seemed a hidden polish of education just beneath his rough exterior. The fact would have provoked no comment, for queer things pass as usual in this mighty land in the shadow of the pole. Lighting his pipe. he tossed the twig away. ul was in the country at the time, he began, so I got the facts first-hand, and I know the whole thing's true. Good many years ago a couple of fellows came up here to look things over, prospectors, you know. They came up here in the summer, and built themselves a little cabin, and got all rigged up for the winter. They sank a few shafts, and everything went all right for months. Then one of them had an accident. He got worse as the days went by, and his partner saw that he would have to get help, and get it quick, to save him. There was a doctor a hundred miles away, but their two dogs were gone -strayed off and been eaten by the wolves, probably. It happens every once in a while. There was the unbroken snow between them. And it was right in the middle of a cold snap. He might have let the fellow die-why not? Well, he didn't. He covered the poor fellow with everything that would hold warmth, and hit out into the night alone. That was the only chance, and he took it. This fellow-we'll call him Cameron-put on his snowshoes and struck out over the hills. He told me how it seemed. The auroras flared in the starry sky, and the moon shone down fiercely in the utter cold, and the wolves howled all around him. I know what it's like, because I've been through the mill myself. Well, he made it somehow across the divide, and came to the cabin of another prospector, over on the Squaw. PAGE SIXTEEN