Medill High School - Medillite Yearbook (Chicago, IL)

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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 .,.,

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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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THE MEDILLITE 117 When Messiah comes, she answered with a sigh. I fell upon my mother and kissed her hands, her lips, her cheeks, her forehead - I knew no end. Thanks to God I had found a plan. First I must be content that Messiah would come, which little detail would soon be accomplished, and then everything would be in order. There would be a Resurrection, my grandmother would return, and once more I would hear the stories - - - And when, mother, will Messiah come? I Messiah? When all Israel keeps the Sabbath once according to its laws, Messiah will come. I heard these words and my heart thumped within me. One Sabbath according to the laws. That was only a smafll thing. Before I should tell this 'to any one, all would know that I was the first one to strengthen my character and keep the Sabbath properly. I would keep the Sabbath as no man had done. I would sit all day long, do nothing, and would not go to sleep at night. But I would tell no one of my plans. My father would also help me keep the Sabbath as it should be properly conducted. I would plead with him. I-Ie would also want my grandmother to return and live again. The same conditon would be true of my mother, my brothers, my uncles, my aunts: all would keep the Sabbath for my grandmother. After that I ran across the street and into the Hebrew School, where I told all my friends of my plans, begging them to do me this favor because of my grandmother. I was sure they would all grant me my wish. I would travel with my father in our wagon to the suburbs, and I would tell it to all the people I met. ' Reckoning, I found that only a few days remained till the following Sabbath, when I should carry my plans into action. My thoughts became more exultant, my breath quicker, and I could not eat or sleep as I waited for the Sabbath. Oh! Childhood! Childhood! I could not understand what the world and its contents were, that the earth was large, that people were so different in their habits, ideas, and opinions that it was impossible for one person to persuade the rest to one desire and one thought. It is difficult to Hnd two persons of one mind when it is difficult to find two persons alike even in appearance. The Sabbath never came, Messiah did not come, there was no Resur- rection, and I did not see my grandmother again. History---Two-Year Course Feb., Rome Had Its History: Spain Had Its History, the world is based on history, so naturally the ' '28 class of Ioseph Medill High School should have its history. So here goes: t was on the third day of February in the year nineteen hundred twenty- six-a bleak and dreary winter day-that there entered into the Medill High School a group of freshmen in quest of knowledge. They the Medill High School a group of freshmen in quest of knowledge. They came, not as conquerors, but meekly, with a frightened air as they entered the portals of the school. However, as time passed and they grew ac- customed to the ways of the school, their strangeness passed away. Now as they look back at themselves, they laugh at the spectacle they presented then, a confused mixture of bewilderment and blunders. It happened during the second year that a new band of youths came