Middlebury High School - Middiette Yearbook (Middlebury, IN)

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him to move. She saw at once that she was helpless, there was no one near enough to call and oh, how she wished that she had stayed at home. Then she thought she would have to stay there until some one would find her, as, she knew it was useless to think of walking home, for it was dark now and she would be sure to lose her way. Finding nothing to do, she took one robe and made a bed in the bottom of the sleigh and then, taking the other as a cover she lay down, and tired and sleepy fiom her tedious journey she fell asleep. Old Bob, now thinking it his turn to do something, loosened himself from the sleigh and made his way home. Mr. and Mrs. Armstrong were auxi- ously waiting the 1'eturn of their daughter and when they saw the horse coming without the sleigh they were tht-roughly frightened. Mr. Armstrong immediately hitched two of the other horses to the bob-sled and taking a lantern they both hastened on the search for Alice. Of course they didn't have' far to go till they found her, asleep and nearly covered with snow. They took her and the sleigh into the sled and before a great while she found herself safely at home, never more to venture out in such a snow-torm. LETA LEER '17, Hi? 295 995 A Sophomore 's Dream. Nearly exhausted, the two men reached the summit of the peak. They turned to look back over the path they had recently traveled. Taking a glass. the old guide pointed out to Smith, his companion, many points of inter- est. Hltls a little cloudy, today, to see Queenstown, he said, 'fbut on clear days you can see far beyond. After looking over the landscape for some time, they turned their attention to the huge rocks and deep crevices which made,up the mountain top. Wliile walking in and out among the rocks they came suddenly upon another party. One of the party Smith im- mediately recognized as an old college friend but the others were strangers to him. The two men, Smith and Gibson, his classmate, stood apart from the others and for a full thirty minutes kept up an interesting conversation. They talk- ed especially of their college days, of a summer they had spent together in an eastern mountain camp, and finally of their present situations. Smith was a miner, while Gibson who was a teach- er in an eastern institution, was spend- ing his vacation in the west. UI met another friend out here, one whom l suppose you will be glad to see, he said. Smith looked again at the party and then, wondering how he could have overlooked her, started forward with a cry to speak to one of the girls but she turned about and began talking to a guide . The few clouds grew larger and the guides ordered a return to the village at the foot of the mountains. Katherine started first, following the guide, and Smith quickly took his place behind her. As she could not flee, she was com- pelled to speak to him. Slowly he learned why she had not written iii answer to his letters. As the talk went on he began to think that she still cared for him, but for some unknown reason had not answered: Then he learned that there was another mang his old college rival. Meanwhile, driven by a furious wind out of the east, rose a mass of rainy, black clouds. The light of the sinking sun tinted their edges until the whole sky presented a spectacle of red, gray and black colors. The guides saw it and hastened the party on. The thun- der sounded nearer and nearer. Soon it was evident the they would be caught in the storm. There was yet one more precipice to descend. Be- yond it was a hut in which they hoped to find shelter. Then a deep rumb- ling sounded back along the mountain and they all became much frightened. However, the guides assured them it was only thunder. They finally reach- ed the precipice and were preparing tu descend when overhead there was a terrible sound. At first it was a snap- ping, then a cracking, and then a deep thundering roar. Soon it grew dark. For a time Smith felt a sensation as

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Happy Memories. Our happy days in old Are ended,-and ended for aye, I guess, But hope in our hearts and our minds is strong And our lives will float on as one merry song, But with spaces between that are full of gloom, Wliei'e cheering thoughts will hardly have room To creep in. Then the thoughts of the days in old M.H.S. Will come to gladden our hearts, I guess, And we will be thankful for ever and aye That the great bond of sympathy given us here Will remain forever, our hearts to cheer. A memory so sweet, so sacred, so dear, Where cheering thought will at last have room To creep in. LEOTA LUKE 716. The Snowstorm. Long ago there lived a little girl in the country with her parents, about ten miles from their nearest town. Of course they did not go frequently to town, as we do today, but went per- haps only once every two or three weeks. One day lllrs. A1'mstro1ig said that some one must soon go to tow11, for they were nearly out of provisions. Oh mother, said little twelve year old Aliee, may l go tomoi-row?'l I am afraid you are rather a small girl to go so far alone, are you not? said her mother. Yes, but l know the way real well, pleaded Alice. Well see what father says about it oneef' replied mother as she resumed her household duties. As soon as father eame in, Aliee ran to him with an eager upturned face and asked it' she eould go to town on the morrow. Mr. Armstrong studied for a moment, then seeing the eager, up- turned face turned pleadingly to him, he said: 'tWell I guess you can take gentle old Bob and go tomorrow. Alice went to bed early feeling very proud that her parents should trust her to go so far alone. She thought she could get up and start early so she could get back before night. The next morning when she awoke she looked out of her window and everything was white with snow and the sky was cloudy and indicated an-- other storm. Alice was a little doubt- ful whether her parents would let her go, but nevertheless, she quickly ran down stairs to see what they would say, thinking all the while how nice it would be to go in the sleigh. t Mr. and Mrs. Armstrong felt a little uneasy about letting her go since it had snowed and was threatening more, thought it best not to disappoint her. After breakfast Mr. Armstrong hitched Bob to the sleigh, and after wrapping Alice in several large robes, they bade her good-bye and warned her about staying in town too long. Alice was perfectly delighted with the prospects of her trip over the snow covered ground and was in such a happy mood that the time seemed to Hy and brought her to the town before she was hardly aware of it. At noon it be- gan snowing again but, as she had thought it might be. she had hurried her shopping and was ready to start for home by two o'clock. She noted, with some anxiety, that the wind was ris- ing and snow banks were gathering along the fences. The time, too, did not seem to pass as fast as when she had come to town. The snow banks were slowly forming farther out in the road but she continued on her way. She urged her horse on, faster and faster, but he was getting tired and the drifts were getting deeper. lt was growing dark and she could hardly see her way. Moreover, there was 110 house near at which she could stop and old liob was nearly exhausted. At last when she was about two miles from home, old Bob stopped, he wanted to go no farther and no amount of persuasion on her part could induce

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of falling, then, he was fighting an unknown man, he was leading Kath- erine down the mountain side, he was trying to write poetry for the English class, and tinally he was trying to get out of a pool into which the Freshmen had tossed him and a black, thick mass was holding him down. He struggled harder and harder and again he felt the falling sensation. Then he saw Katherine going to a foot-ball game with his rival. He tried to speak out but a white-capped nurse motioned hini to be quiet. Suddenly some one pulled his ear and shouted ,'tVVake up, or ,you won't play foot-ball today. Why in the dickens are all the pillows under the bed ?'7 How's the mine? Did Kather- ine- UO come on, replied the other, late hours and mining lectures don't seem to agree with you. Been dream- ing about that Senior girl, haven't you '? Hurry up now' and get a little prac- tice before the game. EDlTH MILLER 717. tlstoywu A German or Hulgar spy, reconnoiter- ing in Serbia today ma,y, when he ap- proaches an opposing sentry, hear a sharp connnandatory shout of Stacy , It he knows the language he will halt. lf not he will enjoy the liberty of ad- vancing or retreating about two steps, when an old Serb veteran will have re- lieved him of any further misunder- standing as to the meaning of Stoy . The Serbian sentry shouts 'tStoy and then, the eonnnand passing unheeded, he shoots to kill. I ean see these old sentries on the alert through the rural districts of Serbia today. A little over a month ago one of them ehanced to be in the path ot' a long tramp l took and com- manded me to Stoy . l Hstoyedw without delay and t'elt myself fortunate a tew minutes later tor having done so. lle tonnd me harmless, ot eourse, and labeling me not a suspieious char- ac-ter granted me the permission to examine the Turkish musket he ear- ried. While l petted the old weapon l noticed it was not only loaded but cocked, ready for use. 'T '1 hat is the Serbian veteran. He has been born, raised and bred in an atmos- phere of war, so that the smell of powder is his joy. These veterans are from the classes of anywhere from be- tween 1865 and 1880. They are not reluctant to leave their farms to do patrol duty or sentry work near some garrison for they have confidence the women they leave behind them can well carry on the farm work during their absence. The women do most of this work when the men are at home so, industrially, perhaps they are not missed. Beyond this knowledge of handling a gun and the ability to shout HStoy'l the Serbian veteran knows lit- tle. A passport is as great a curiosity to him as a piece of chewing gum. If you otifer him a cigarette paper he will smile and 'tFaala t Thank you D and open a congenial conversation with you in the Serbian language, which you know nothing about. You may in turn prolong the interview with him by otiering a patriotic speech on the etficiency of the baseball team in your home town, or even on the splendid Serbian navy. He will listen content.. edly and then chance something about Bulgars, beans or 'tschlivovitzwg one never knows which. He is a most untidly being, the Ser- bian veteiaan. I have niet some speci- mens who have never had a bath, for as a race they are not keen to use water for other than drinking purposes, and they overdo connnon sense in this use of it to such an extent that their sys- tems have become water-logged. It is always brown homespun suits thatthey wear, braided at the edge with black cloth. The coat jackets are form fit- ting but the trousers contain enough surplus material to make two ordinary suits. The shoes. or rather young 'tgondolas , are long flat moccasin- like affairs, secured to the feet by two long buckskin laces. The ends of these laces are tied together in a triple knot. which once having been tied, the old veteran immediately forgets the combination for untying them. lint the Serbian must be so-un- kempt and obvious to dirt-or his pic- turesque quality would be destroyed. There he sits. beside a little brush