Mondovi High School - Mirror Yearbook (Mondovi, WI)

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THR HIGH SCHOOL MIRROR 9 the end of the line walked the King closely followed by the Princess, with the child clasped in her arms. “This one and the little fellow,” said the Captain and two or three men stepped forward to bind the prisoners. look of fear filled the eyes of the Princess as she tightly grasped the child. Grahme, white and s ck, stepped before the Captain who had listened w th interest to the boy’s story of his escape. Now it was the man’s turn to plead, and with a good natured smile the Captain ordered them to unloose the captive and move the procession along. With express:ons that were meant to portray joy, the royal family moved on. The Captain smiled quizzically at Grahme: “She’s an intelligent looking savage, but I quite blush at the look of gratitude she gave me when you were the real deliverer,” he said. “You are welcome to it,” replied the boy, “and may God and King George help me if I ever sail on a slave ship again.”—Ruth Melrose, ’13. JUNIOR FABLES. A Good ()nce upon a time there was a farmer named Jones who owned two dogs. )ne dog was a large Newfoundland, named Jack; the other was a small poodle, called Fido. One day Mr. Jones went out to feed his dogs; he took with hint a large, delicious looking piece of meat. He had no knife to cut the meat, so he threw the whole p ece on the ground and told the dogs to divide it equally between them. Mr. Jones stood watching them for a few minutes, but seehig that they were getting along all right, he went into the house. As soon as he was gone Jack growled savagely at Fido, snatched the piece of meat, and ran off towards the creek. Fido, who was very hungry, followed Jack, but took great pains to keep out of his sight. Lesson; Jack soon came to the old wooden bridge wh ch spanned the creek, and there he stopped to rest. As he stood there, holding the meat in his mouth and gazing into the water, he was much amazed to see another great Newfoundland holding a still larger piece of meat. Ilis selfish nature got the better of him and he dropped his piece of meat on the bridge, and with a warning growl, dived after the other dog. He struck his head on a log, nearly breaking his neck. Meanwhile, Fido came running up. and taking the piece of meat, he ran off to the woods. W hen Jack came up the bank and found his meat gone, he felt so sad that he sat down and cried. Moral: Re not selfish.—L. IT., 14. Why the Owl’s Eyes Are So Large. Once upon a time there was a school in a large forest. This school was not for boys and girls, but for little birds. They did not learn to read, write and spell, but they learned to know the best food, the best grasses, and twigs for their nests and the best places to bn Id these nests. Instead of studying out of books, they were to keep their eyes on the worm, grasshopper, or twig that the teacher was explaining to them. In this school there was a very bad little Owl, who would not obey his teacher. When she spoke to him and told h m to keep his eyes on his lesson, he would look at it' for a short time and then naughtily look around. On this particular day, he had caused the teacher much trouble, because he would not obey, and she had spoken to him a great many times. W hile he was looking around the most curious little bird flew down in the midst of the school and said, “To those who do not obey, I bring punishment,” and then flew away. Instantly the little Hvl’s eyes began to grow bigger and bigger, until they were as large as they are now. and all the other little birds flew away from him because they were afraid. And this is why the Owls have snob large eyes and why all other little birds are afraid of them.—B. G„ •14.

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rHE HIGH SCHOOL MIRROR s distance it was necessary to avoid the stream and when at 1 .st lie came back to tlie bank, he did no; know that he had passed his companions, who were only a few rods away across the stream. 1 hi he ran. At last the land grew so damp that he crossed the creek. The air was cool and pleasing and he did not realize how far he had traveled. 1'inally despairing of catch ng them lie sat down for a time beside the stream and fell asleep. lie awoke to find daylight approaching and arising, lie decided to go back to the shore. He determined, however, to climb a hill nearby and take a look at the surround ng country. Somehow, and he never could explain it in after years, a slight sound caused him to turn and immediately he was Jelled by a blow on the head by a large and sayage native. W hen he recovered consciousness he was lying in a rude hut. Bes;de him sat a native clothed in a dress of material resembling burlap, and woven rushes. Godfrey Gralime had often seen ladies of nobility in England, but never one whom he remembered as long as that African I’rincess. Around her arms hung great hoops of beaten gold, quite dazzling against her ebonv skin. Lumps of coral, twisted together with gold, hung from her neck. I ler ankles, too, were richly adorned, hrom a stone vessel she sprinkled water on his face. This was the first white man she had ever seen. Gralime tried to arise, but a warrior Irom beside the door stepped forward with threatening glance and the Princess pushed her patient back. lie settled down quietly. His head ached from the terrible blow, and now that the sun had risen to some height it was uncomfortably warm. The man did not think of danger in his position, for he expected his friends to appear at an moment. It was not until he saw the warrors setting a huge post, that he wondered what they were doing. Soon from a neighboring hut appeared a large and savage man. His o'lv black skin fairly glistened in the sunl ght. Like the girl, he“toas decked with gold and coral. In his hand lie carried a golden staff, and at his approach the warriors bowed unt'l their heads touched the stands, for this was an African King. He entered the hut and curiously examined the white stranger. When Gralime looked again toward the stake he saw that heaps of wood had been piled around it, and with s ckening horror, he realized his fate. Then the woman sprang up and stood before the King and talked hurried]v and exc'tedly to him, but his hard face did not relax. He spoke to the warrior , and they half dragged, half carried Gralime toward the stake. The hoarse cry and the pleading tone of the Princess ceased and she threw herself before the King. For a moment he paused, then proceeded toward the stake. Swiftly the Princess arose, and entering a hut, returned with a child which she placed on the fuel before the captive stranger. It was evident that the child was to be sacrificed with the Englishman. A look of anger filled the old King's face, but suddenly he pushed the pleading girl aside and with his own hand unbound the captive stranger and set him free. Gralime reached the ship to find that the crew had captured a great manv natives. Niev're so plentiful that we only take the handsomest,” laughed the first mate. I he next day they captured the settlement where Gralime had been a captive. One by one the natives were forced to file past the captain and he chose the strongest and best. Toward

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10 THE HIGH SCHOOL MIRROR Sancho, the G ant Killer. Once upon a time there lived in a castle, on an island far out in the ocean, a cruel giant named Tors. He was very large and had the power of transforming people into animals, and even of changing himself, by his magic, into anything he wished. On one s'de of this very large island, there lived a very kind youth named Sancho. lie was a good athlete, he ng strong and subtle. One day while Sancho was watching the ocean from a high cliff, he noticed a large castle far below him. Having never heard of this castle before, Sancho decided to go down to it. Accordingly he started down the cliff's side. As I have said before. Sancho was a good athlete, and although the cliff was steep and the castle a long way off, he rapidly neared it. Soon he came to a long bridge which connected the castle with the highway. Sancho walked across this bridge and was soon at the gate of the castle. All was still, and Sancho seeing a key in the gate, turned the monstrous lock. After going inside and locking the gate, lie placed the key under a large stone. He then walked up a large stairway. Just as he gained the top of the stairs he heard a scream, w hich seemed to come from the wall, but upon looking that way he saw' another key in the lock of a large iron door. I pon turning the key the door swung open and Sancho saw a beautiful maiden bound by thongs to the wall. As Sancho had no knife it wras some time before he released her, but as soon as he did, she cried, “Oh, noble youth, flee for your life. A cruel giant lives here and there are many other prisoners in the dungeons.” “Lead the way to the dungeon,” said Sancho. “I w ill either free them or perish in the attempt.” The girl led the way to the dungeon very quietly, and unlocking the door. Sancho said softly to the prisoners. Be quiet, lest the giant hear us.” The people, with Sancho in the lead, proceeded stealthily down the great hallway. Suddenly a terr ble cry was heard and they all turned to see Tors, the giant. He had been sleeping and had not heard Sancho freeing the pris oners. Now being very tired, Tors was in no mood for pleasure, anil as he came striding down the hallway, he shouted hoarsely: “Who dared to free my prisoners?” “I did.” said Sancho, bravely stepping to the front. “Then, by the curse of St. Dennis, you die,” cried the giant. “Hold,” cried the hero, “kill me and you shall starve, for 1 have the key t the castle.” This caused the giant to stop and consider. It was true. There were no provisions in the castle. Tors grew desperate and was on the point of speech, when Sancho said: “Tors, I will give the key of the castle to you on these conditions. First that you prove to me that you are immortal; second, that you free these people, for I have vowed never to come to terms with anv mortal.” “Ah,” cried the giant, this is easily done, but what shall I do to prove this?” “Make yourself so small that you can hide behind me without being seen.” replied Sancho. “Alright,” said the giant, “but wait until I get my wand.” Going into the room from which he had come. Tors soon reappeared with the wand. “Watch now,” cried Tors, as he waved the w'and above his head. Immediately he became small. Through