Newport High School - Blunita Yearbook (Newport, PA)

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6 THE BLUE AND WHITE L P '■2S An Adventure in the Northwest. Many years ago, Thurston Connor, a son of Harvard, was walking rapidly through the blinding snow to his neat, brick house near Bostor harbor. The trees, nodding in the storm, were scarcely more restles3 than his unquiet spirit. Although he was the well-educated son of a wealthy American merchant and could look forward to a bright future, teeming with success, he was not satisfied. Since he had finished his studies at Harvard, he had been longing for a life in which every day was full of adventure and every adventure was full of thrills At that very moment he was wishing that he were in an Indian fight or hunting bear with his uncle, who was then the leader of an emigrant party in the wild ‘‘Northwest,’’ instead of going to a quiet home, where there was nothing to do but “give orders to servants and entertain silly girls.” When he reached home, he was not admitted by the aged butler, but his own gentle mother, hola'ng a letter in her hand, met him at the door. As he took the letter from her excited fingers, he sat down on a luxurious, colonial chair, tore open the envelope, and began to read. “Oh, mother,” he cried. “It is an invitation to visit Uncle Phil, and I am going to begin the preparations for my journey at once.” After two long sleepless nights and a busy day, Connor was ready to greet the West. Having given a cheerful good-bye to his proud father and fond mother, he set out. on Prince, his favorite horse, accompanied by his faithful valet, Jerry.

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THE BLUE AND WHITE 5 to keep their collars from slipping off.’’ I hope this is not true of any student of the N. H. S. I do not propose advancing the theory of auto-suggestion, when I say. If we think, we will be great men and women.” We must not sit down and merely muse to ourselves: Some day I am going to be a great man.” We must think now. Practice makes perfect. We students have the greatest chance and opportunity in the world for doing this very thing. Here in school we study mathematics, languages and the like. If we think each day as we study or prepare our lessons, that is, if we apply our minds to what we are doing, and get the relation to what has gone before, we are developing our minds. When we read a classic, we want to know what we have read. It’s one thing to reau a book, but it’s another to know the book. Learning without though is labor lost” There is not a student in this High school who positively thinks as much and to as great an extent as he is able. If every one of us N. H. S. students applied his will power and thinking faculty, we would win every scholarship, cup, or award offered. We should have the best class of students to be found. Hurry, students! It’s not too late for New Year’s resolutions. We all want to come to our senses and be thankful; we are endowed with minds and the means of developing them. May every one of us resolve to think and use his mental pow’ers in the future to a far greater extent MILDRED SHULTZ. '23. Blessings on thee, our little chap; With thy cunning little cap, Freshman green, with aching heart, Had to from thy mother part, Sadly trudging on to class: Phased by sophomores off the grass -Tales you tell with vocal strain, How hold sophomores would you detain. Rut all thy howling is in vain, We’ll get thee yet. boy, shine or rain! A rich elderly bachelor named Page found the dropped glove of a charming young lady and returned it with this note: If from your glove you take the letter ‘g,’ that glove is love, and that I have for thee.” In reply, the young woman wrote: If from your name you take the letter ‘P,’ then Page is age, and that won’t do for me.”—Ex. If a fellow from Poland is a “Pole,” would a fellow' from Holland be a Hole”? If a fellow from New York is’ a “New Yorker,” wouldn’t a fellow from Cork be a “Corker”?

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Alter three 'weeks of hard riding through snow-covered forests anu drifted valleys, they finally arrived at Marietta, their desired destination. It was at the close or day and the brave frontiersmen were partaking of their evening meal. Connor was cordially greeted by his uncle, anu after a strengthening repast of bear’s meat and a friendly talk w'ith his host, he retired for the night. The next morning the eager adventurer arose at the first crow of the cock, and asked his uncle to go hunting with him. The uncle said that he would go with pleasure, but that there was some very important work to be done that morning and his presence was greatly needed He asserted that it was not safe for one so unacquainted with the habits of the wilderness to go alone, for the beasts of prey were very dangerous at that t me of the year, and there was a hunting party of hostile Indians at an uneasy distance from the settlement. However, when he saw his nephew's disappo'ntment, he said that he did not see any real danger in hunting near the fort, so Connor set out alone into the vai-t forest. What a wonderful feeling it was to be at last in the wild, but generous wilderness, where nature reigned and every friendly rock seemed to echo the words, liberty and freedom, far and wide! The deeper he penetrated the depths of the forest the better he felt, so on and on he walked until he unexpectedly came upon the track of a bear, ini-printed in the soft snow. Eagerly, he followed the close tracks and soon he saw the quadruped, itself, bearing its huge, fur-covered body along the bank of a frozen stream. The bear, seemingly unaware of his presence, moved slowly onward and finally entered a thicket, where it lay down sheltered from the wind. Connor walked rapidly, but cautiously, toward the liar of his game, and just as he was about to aim his true rifle, a strong, tawny hand snatched it from his grasp. The bear skin shook and a tall, fierce looking Indian rose to his feet. At that serious moment Conno pulled his reliable battle-axt from his belt an.l hurled it with all his strength at the head of his captor, who had scarcely time to relax his cramped limbs. Before Connor could regain his axe, he was seized by his other captor and thrown to the ground, but as he fell he grasped his assailant's belt and pulled him down. They both fought with wonderful endurance for many minutes, bui neither could overpower the othei until the young American arew netu his conquered captor and vega ned his battle-axe. which he thtn pressed against the breast of his enemy with marvelous strength. In searching the clothing of his victims, he found a letter, bearing a strange seal, hidden in a leather pouch. Curious to know its contents, he immediately started for the fort. As soon as he arrived there, he sought his uncle, who, having translated the letter, explained that it contained orders from the chief of the Sioux to his hunting party, commanding them to attack the fortress the following day. After this discovery, Connor was called The Savior of the Fort by the frontiersmen, and w’as highly honored by his uncle, who gave him