Madison Central High School - Tychoberahn Yearbook (Madison, WI)

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In the Land of the Great Spirit, While the passing braves and warriors, Gazing at the worn-out Wigwam, Spoke them one unto another, Saying, “What a shame and pity That the Wigwam of Tychoberah Should stand there so old and dingy. ” Then from out their dirty deerskins The ill-smelling tire-weed drew they. Sat them down on sunny door-mats And amid the curling smoke-wreathes Fought again their merry battles, Told themselves, “Me heap big warrior.” Left the Wigwam of Tychoberah Standing there among the lodges Like a squaw, all old and wrinkled. Thirty winters it has stood there, Stood the Wigwam of Tychoberah In the Land of the Great Spirit. Still the children of Tychoberah Flock to hear the words of wisdom Of the master Hutcheesahnee As he sits within the wigwam Breathing forth his words of wisdom. But from banks of fair Mendota, From the ripples of Monona, From the reedy shoals of Wingra Comes a cry of supplication, Comes a prayer of hope and longing To the throne of the Great Spirit Gitche Manito, the mighty: “O, great father of thy people ’Ere again comes, Kabibonokka May there stand, in strength and beauty In the Land of the Great Spirit A new Wigwam of Tychoberah Which shall stand among the lodges Like a warrior in his beauty Like a king among his people.

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Our Wigwam. Ne Shall I tell the painful story, Tell the tale of shame and sorrow Of the Wigwam of Tychoberah? How it stood among the lodges Like a squaw, all old and wrinkled? Thirty winters had it stood there, Stood the Wigwam of Tychoberah In the Land of the Great Spirit, While the north wind, Kabibon'okka Tore and rent and spat upon it. Shouting down the dingy smoke-hole, Tore the door-flaps from their fastenings Heaped upon it cold snow-blankets. Left the Wigwam of Tychoberah Standing there among the lodges Like a squaw, all old and wrinkled. Thirty winters had it stood there, Stood the Wigwam of Tychoberah In the Land of the Great Spirit, While the children of Tychoberah Flocked within its dingy door-flaps, Flocked to hear the words of wisdom Of the sage of Hiskoolashkee, Of the master, Hutcheesahnee, As he sat within the Wigwam Breathing forth his words of wisdom. From the banks of fair Mendota, From the ripples of Monona, From the reeds of Wingra, came they. Came and listened to the master As he sat within the Wigwam Breathing forth his words of wisdom; In the Wigwam of Tychoberah Standing there among the lodges Like a squaw, all old and wrinkled. Thirty winters had it stood there, Stood the Wigwam of Tychoberah

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Freshman Girl. Dear Child, for child you are, I say In spite of all denial. You’ve started on your high school way, Your mettle is on trial, And as we watch you day by day, We rather like your style. Now as your first year’s almost through The whole school’s verdict is. “You’ll do.” 14