Medill High School - Medillite Yearbook (Chicago, IL)

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THE MEQDILLITE 111 AS or tl 0 rl By'MIL'IiON KOCHPIN T WAS IN THE YEAR of the 'great anarchist riots in'Londdn1' Men . looked askance at each1oth'er-suspicion rankled everywhere. lWere . you a foreigner? A thousand' eyesstared at you-five hundrednoses pointed in.your direction. Ch the.misery of that horrid' time! . There was to be a great parade+the queen jwas coming. out to take the air.. The 'pavements 'near the curbstoneswere swarmed'with people. Every one was shoving ahead 'to get a good view, of 'the' street., ' Every' one? No, not everyone . sNot'Quincy B, AL Pineapple? 'He stood apart from them all, he didnot mingle with the others. , . . . A q Huzzay.lHu2Z?1Yl' ,E in N .E A .E A ' Wlhat did' it mean? The 'queen was coming: nearer. X'jHe quiclcly re- placed 'the cylindrical ,object into his pocket. ,Quincy B. PA. 'Pin'eapple's Adam's Apple worked. up and down his throat .like an'.e1evat9r.E,.His eyes shone with the great joy that was to come to him. Dropstpf sweat beaded his forehead. 1' 1 gi Huzzay, Huzzay! l ,. n P He put his hand into his pocket. It was gone! No, it 'couldn 't have been because he had carefully placed it there. At that self-same moment, he placed his right hand into his pocket. There it was tightly clinched in his hand. He gave a sigh of relief. He knew that he had carefully placed it into his pocket, so that he could easily grasp it. Huzzay, Huzzay I A ' P The queen was opposite him. Our hero threw back his head, opened his mouth convulsively, and with aquick, fierce movement threw in a pea- nut. The cylindrical bag in which the peanuts were was empty. He gave another sigh of relief. ' Huzzay. Huzzay! ' T The queen was past. .9 ' GX ' '10 ' ' A l ww w .

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112 THE. MEDILLITE when the Lion Was Fed By Simon Bauer . NCUS SERVIUS was making in the best manner he could his way thru the congested Forum in Rome. A dark cloud overcast his 'A clean-cut features. His worried countenance portrayed anxiety, while his thoughts were wandering from the past, to the present, and then tothe future. One big question loomed in his horizon, Would he suc- ceed? Deep in his heart awakened, with renewed vigor, the everburning flame of righteousness and noble sentiment. Of course: he must! What mattered it that his life was at stake? NOTHING. He was lighting for freedom: he was battling for the liberty of those who atthat moment sur- rounded him: he was aiding the common people against the blood-thirsty tyrant, Nero. A delicate little hand slipped into his, which sent a thrilling tremor through his whole frame. The hand of Ancus tightened about--but alas! -it was only a piece of parchment upon which was hastily scribbled, hen the lion is being fed, keep out of the way. A strange sentence it as and a still stranger warning. The person to whom the little hand beldnged might be able to explain quite adequately, but that generous being lost himself in the press. A singular feeling was experienced by Ancus Servius when he realized that certain individuals were at the peril of their lives troubling themselves for his sake. After pondering a little, he under- stood. Nero, the heartless beastghad recently tasted the blood of Britan-' nicus,and Agrippina: would Ancus, the idol of the masses, be his next victim? No person could be safe with an animal that once tasted human fleshp But, to abandon the enterprise was quite out of question, for he was bound for the Senate Chamber to attain the climax of the conspiracy, andieifther golden triumph or dreary defeat. Although the Senate session was already well on its way, yet the arrival of -the brilliant young statesman was announced by many friendly greetings as well as treacherous smiles. However, he was fully aware that some of the most eloquent orators demonstrated the power of their silver tongues when they brought back to the tyrant the results of their spying. For their final convincing argument, the opposition turned to their beloved colleague, Ancus Servius, who sat quietly alone contemplating thoughtfully. The statements he presented were hailed with acclamations. Servius was making his clinching remark. Pausing he looked around, gazing earnestly at those who surrounded him, wondering how many of them he could truely call friends. Then, with a sudden strengthening ofthe flow of eloquence, he attacked most vigorously the emperor, who in his folly brought the Senate into a great diiliculty. . . . Must we forsake our liberty, our freedom, which was won for a price so dearly paid? Must we, the ci-tizens of Rome bow submissively to that tyrannicafmonster, and let alone that which was hallowed by our fathers' blood, consecrated by our mothers' tears, and dedicated to im- mortality by a free people? Never! Better that eternal fire should be his lot! On land or on sea, in this world or in the next, I denounce him! . . Scarcely had the echo of his voice died away, when the Senators, as if they had seen Medusa's head, were transformed into stone. Ancus Servius remained standing transfixed to the spot, with cold drops of per.. spiration gathered on his forehead. There, in the open doorway, stood Nero with blood-shot eyes, at the head Of a large body guard .,.,