Nappanee High School - Napanet Yearbook (Nappanee, IN)

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28 The Limerick 1921 The Mistaken Suitcase Peggy sighed as she put the last article in her suitcase. She was to leave in the morning for a city in the lrVest. Peggy Arnett was a girl eighteen years old who had been left an orphan when fourteen. Her mother had died then and her father had left her to shift for herself. She went to bed tired but happy. In the morning she awoke. the sun was shining brightly. She looked at her watch. 'flNhy, I have just an hour to make the train, she said to herself. She hurried very fast and arrived at the station just as the train was pulling in. She ran to the ticket office and called: Ticket to Salt Lake City, please, and picking up her suitcase. she hurriedto the train. Soon after the train had started a strange man, carrying a suitcase came up and asked, Is this seat taken, madam F No, she replied hastily. The man sat down and at once engaged himself in reading a paper. Peggy wondered why he was so absorbed in it, she leaned over and saw the headlines: SGCIETY LADY'S JEXVELS STOLEN. Soon after the man went into the smoking car, leaving his suitcase and paper behind. Peggy at once picked up the paper and began to peruse the article about the stolen jewels. Who do you suppose would have taken them ? she asked herself. She sat meditating some moments upon the article which she had just read when the brakeman came to the door and called, Salt Lake City, everybody change cars. The man who had been sitting beside her came in and grabbed one of the suitcases and hurriedly left the train. Immediately after leaving the train she went into the depot to wait for the next train. ' Accidentally glancing at the name on the tag of the suitcase. she read, james Burnsv and on looking into it, to her surprise she saw the stolen jewels. Oh! how could I have ever made the mistake, she cried. Then suddenly a detective came up to her and announced: You are charged with stealing Mrs. Illythe's jewels. come with me. But I didn't take her jewels. pleaded Peggy. No difference. come with me, was the stern command. When they arrived at the police station, she saw there the man who had been sitting with her on the train, she had not paid much attention to him before but now she recognized him as her father, Why, father, what are you doing here, she asked, Her father immediately recognized her. Charged with stealing jewels, he snapped. The case was carried on and the judges announced: Six months in the work house, Burns. Peggy awoke with a start. VVhat had happened? Had she dreamed this or was it really true? She got up and walked around the room to see whether it was really a dream. VVheu she had at last convinced herself that it was not true she went back to bed and slept peacefully until morning. Dom. Moons. '24, Napfnnec High School

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IQ.?I The Limerick 37 Some Tercentenary Reflections It is just three hundred years ago that a little band of one hundred and two Pilgrims anchored in the harbor of Cape ffod. 'lillei' were exiles Heeing from persecution at home and seeking religious freedom in the New VVorld. They landed at Plymouth Rock, so called after the port from which they sailed. Plymouth, England. That first winter was a dreadful one for the little band. llalf of the men sickened from exposure and many died. Yet they set to work with a will and built their rude huts which were to be their homes. XYhen spring came, it is said, the graves which had been dug numbered more than the houses which they had built. Yet these sturdy people did not long for England. VVhen the May- flower sailed for home it carried not one home-sick pilgrim. The summer came and their fields tiourished with barley, peas and Indian corn. The fowls of the air, the fish and wild animals kept them supplied with meat. They had a common store-house for the purpose of keeping a part of their grain and also for protection from an enemy. The little colony met with no opposition from the Indians. They were very peaceful and also helpful. It was the Indians who taught them the use of maize or Indian Corn. , One morning they were startled at the appearance of an Indian, who in broken English bade them welcome, He was Samoset. a chief of a neighboring tribe of Indians. He afterward brought Massasoit. chief of the VVampanoogs. A treaty was made with him and faithfully observed for over half a century. In 1622, Canonicus sent to Plymouth as a token of dehance a bundle of arrows in a rattle-snake's skin. The governor sent it back loaded with powder and ball. This filled the Indians with superstitution, so that they looked with awe on the little colony. That first crop was hardly adequate for the second winter. A ship arrived from England bringing another band seeking freedom. Ilut they were not pro- vided with food for all, and so increased the hunger and privations of all the colonists. It is said that even at the end of three years at night they knew not where to have a bit in the morning. At one time they had just enough grain or corn in the store-house to give every person Eve kernels. Yet they seemed content and one day when they had only clams for dinner, Elder Brewster gave thanks to God for having given them to suck of the abundance of the sea and the treasures hid in the sand. They had come to seek freedom of worship and in that vast unexplored country, they had found it. Their form of government for over eighteen years was a strict democracy. But only the male inhabitants were allowed a part in the legislature. Soon this little settlement spread and new towns were formed. Then a representative from each town was sent to the general court. This colony remained independent until 1692 when it was united with the Massachusetts Ilay colony. Our courage ought to he inspired by the bravery and daring of that little band of thrifty, God-fearing, and industrious people. XVhile we have everything we want. yet we do not appreciate it as much as if we had labored under such conditions as our forefathers. the Pilgrims. BRENDA H.usT. ,22. Xappanee High School

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1921 The Limerick 29 Notes by a Sometime Citizen There are two kinds of criticism-destructive and constructive. One kind tends to tear down the present structures, the other tends to add to them or replace them with something betterg it is intended that these brief notes shall be of the latter kind. Several weeks ago. l was sitting out in the yard watching the people as they streaked down town. There were old men and old women. some so old they could scarcely walk, even some with canes and crutches. There were young men and young women with younger children, the latter being either pushed or pulled in their cabs, perambulators. go-baskets, kiddie cars and Irish Mails of both the single and double breasted varieties. Besides these already mentioned there was our more numerous citizenry, who putt-putted into town in their 4rds. After watching this procession for about thirty minutes l found that it was the weekly band concert. so I followed the crowd to hear the music. It later appeared that there were not more than a half dozen other souls who had come to the square for the same purpose as lg'the others had just come. Now when people go to hear a concert, why don't they listen to it? One could count on one finger those listening to the concert. The rest of the people were at the soda fountains tanking up on Budd. limeades and other Sahara-like drinks. The remainder of the people were walking the circuit bounded by Hartman's, l.Veygand's, 4lohnson's, the Hotel, then Hartman's again: some even went farther. taking in the district bounded by the Club Restaurant, the Hardware, lqillll-lllHIl'S and then l1?lI'tlll1'll1'S. The situa- tion of last night was of this nature: There was the crowd. the narrow walks, the sharp turns, and the home stretch on the west side of South Main Street. From a position in front of the Rexall Store I saw Mrs. W make a heat around this circuit in two minutes and twenty-nine seconds. She was almost out-distanced by another woman who was handicapped by a double loaded single perambulator. As it was Mrs. VV won out by only half a length. Another three beat go-cart race between Mrs. D and Mrs. G was won by Mrs. D only because lllrs. G had the misfortune to get the front wheel of her conveyance mixed up with a n1an's ankle and a houn' dog at lohnson's corner. If these women who came to town to listen to the music would stay in one place and listen to the music instead of having a Marathon around the blocks with their chariots, it might be a little easier for the traffic cop and would also let the dolls in the go-carts tune up with the band. NVho pays for these concerts? Did you ever wonder? The merchants pay for them. How many of theut get anything in return? A great many people do not go to the concerts because no seats are provided and they cannot stand for that long a period. VV hy not do the sensible thing and put the concerts where they can be enjoyed by everyone. There are two vacant lots two blocks north and one block east from the square. lVhy not have the concerts there? The plan mentioned above has a number of good features. It would allow the people to sit and enjoy the music. a thing they c.annot do while pacing the streets. It would avoid congestion on the streets down town. and last, but not least. it would keep the droves of baby buggies off the streets. Vtfhv not do it? Fm-Jn NEHER, '2i. Nafvpafzrc H'ig!z5'cI1ooI