Northern Oklahoma College - Roundup Yearbook (Tonkawa, OK)

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4 fi . at an 1 6 ' 'Q W- 4, nn. ' 'L 1 'Q Q l! -3TaH'!',...'tf. Shylock CAfter the Trial Scenes 5 Pearl Schaffer, '17 Shylock groped his way to the street uid St h I 2 'epped out into the sunshine. But he did not see the sunshine or feel the warm breeze that touched his cheek. All was cold and dark night to' him. For a little while no one noticed the stumbling, groping figure, until a street urchin spied him and began hissing and throwing stones. t'Shylock, the Jewfl he cried, while others wrung their hands and cried My duc- ats! My daughter! as Shylock had cried in the streets when Jessica had eloped with ,orenzo. At these words the stooped shoulders straightened, the old fire leaped in the Jew's eyes, and he made his way down the street despite the stones and the cries of the urchins. One by one the boys dropped from the group and he walked on alon D h e. own t e crowded street he went and came to the suburbs of the city. There he paused before a 1 d -. ' H . 1 . ian some iesidenoe and stai ted to open the gate. Scarcely had he touched it when -i 'guard motioned him away, Shylock stared at him stupidly lor a momentg then with shoulders drooped and head bowed, he turned slowly away, muttering, Gone, gone! All is 0'one!i' The words were full of bitter pain, resentment and hatred. He walked on and on: the houses became fewer and fewer and at last he left the last behind, and paused to rest on the common. in that short Walk a curious change had come over his faceg' his mouth was closed in a firm, straight line, and into' his eyes crept an ugly, sinister look, Revenge and hatred were written in every line. The sun sank over the western horizong the stars came out one by oneg the new moon rose and sank. Still Shylock lay as if in sleep. The hours dragged ong the clock in the City began to strikeg the man sat up and began to count-one ftwo-no other sound was borne to him on the still night wind. He arose slowly to his feet and- lean- ing on his staff, peered into the darkness. Then he walked quickly and stealthily to- ward t-he city, often glancing back as if he feared pursuit. He at last reached the edge of the city, but instead of going down the street, he Went around to the rear o-f the houses and stepped cautiously along from shadow to shadow. lie soon ciamebto Cine garden of his own house and paused under a Sfeat Oak flee- ll 1916 -:nal ed lan eb Spokglgiilcaligh Cluicklb' around, he knelt and feVe1'iSl1lY Clglwed Ule earth near the-fly? of the tree Soon his hands struck a steel plate, and he SWB il -OW CTY Of JOY- Quiet 51 takine' a key from around his neck, he inserted it in the lock. The door slO'W1Y T511-fel! u ward lifting the turf with it. Sllylock S11l3lJed.b9H991th 3115 Stood U17 'H 3 Hanov- p ' 6 . - 1 04- d his way until he came to the end. He placed his stone passage, down which ne giope Q h ' 1 1 l 1 h, xand qohainsr ear ae'ai.nst the wall and listened intently. All was Cllllet' lg .D Met hlinber lllaakin-f the yiitll and tpushed. A d0Q1 kTY1RiOCglZIg Znirgst SE?4?gi1gn31Z0gHlnf1in? it mime Img? a key from his cpocketlshe gtglccogcealed them about his person and Slipping behind the bags of gold an JSWS - 0. r 0' ' ' t' Oz d un- Ciock, Sit?-,Od once more in the secret passage. He soon stood again in ne Dar en GCI' the great' Oak' . . . ed at the lower window of a h0'L1S'-9, thiffl I-le walked through 1115 galdfm on the window. In a moment Tubal cau- Vfom his Own' He tapped thrfei iShrlock, what are you doing here? tiously thrust his head out ekCI21 H biz HDS' '-Take these ,and in a few days send them .Shin Shyiock laid lgseheanclokept that -much from the thieves, 1 must flee! Good 2 , f ' I'm going I- .' -O. lg01htg'uaAncll withathatj he cl1saDDQ31'ed mto the. might' b A Veftr had passed since the day of the trial. Antonio was dead-poisoned by a ' 155

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Sag a,-ik. elm A. 5.51 .1-3.-1-'Q-, :Ly--.EW L Dear Old School Cecil Artis, '17 In my mind there are thots that keep clinging, Of you Old School, so dear, To me different pictures they're bringing- , Pictures so bright and clear. You're standing robed in your splendor, The students all happy and gay, Some day from all this welll be parted, Yes, we'll go on in life's' different ways. The delightful moments are flying, We are sorry We cannot stay, With prayers, and best wishes, and gratitude, Some favors we'll try to repay. With sweet thots and fond hopes you have filled us May we ever be true to thy name, We regard you as one of the brightest links In our friends'hip's golden chain. May the battles you win be many, . All glory be unto thy name! May all students who come Within thy Walls Never dare to bring thee shame. Happy, thrice happy, we ever are, Whenin your presence sweet, You seem to us a dear old friend. We hope again to meet, We bid farewell to you, Dear Old School, And as we pass along life's way Our thots will turn back to the happy hours Spent here in work and play. Should there be so-me here. we may not meet again Here on earthg to us sorrow would be giveng But Peace,'7 Whisper angels from above, You may join again in Heaven. 154 A

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-- -1 , 6 powder put in his food. On the same day Lorenzo and Jessica had died in the same mysterious way. . - When this news reached Shylock, he sat in his counting room counting and re- counting his piles of yellow gold: moving it about, caressing it with his yellow, claw- like fingers, almost as yellow as the gold they so loved to handle. A hard, cruel 1001! came into his eyes, and a harsh laugh fell from his lips as he said in a hard, cruel voice, At last my plan has succe :ded, I am revenged! Shylock was rich-richer now than when he was driven from Venice. Everything the yellow hands touched turned to gold, and the jewels that his black eyes rested upon increased in value. No one knew where he dwelt, except Tubal, and no one rec'- ognized in the bent old man the ta!l.stern Shylock of old. A plague swept over Padua and the surrounding country. Hundreds died, and more lay at the point of death in the deserted cities, begging for a drop of water or a bite of bread. The land went untilled and grain was very high. Shylock sold his gran at an enormous price, and insisted on the last golciqece from the suffering people. - So far he had escaped the fever, and as he sat in his dingy vault counting his gold, nothing was farther from his mind. Suddenly he became uncomfortably warmg he arose and drank sparingly of his wineg but he was still thirsty, and drank again and again. His face became flushed and his eyes were livid with fever. Slowly it dawned on him what was the matter. An icy chill shot through his heart: he staggered to his feet but to fall prone upon the floor gasping for breath. His eyes closed and his breathing became slower till at last it came in great, sobbing gasps. - Suddenly his eyes opened. The room seemed full of a mystic lightfthe stone walls vanished and he stood once mo-re by the grave of Leah. Slowly a figure arose, roaed white with a golden halo around her head. When she reached the gates of the great Unknown, she paused and beckoned for him to follow. But he could not-his feet were heavy. Looking down he saw that he was bound to the earth with heavy, :2'o'den chains. Slowly the gates closed and his' vision vanished. He sank slowly on the cold stone floor, and a shadow of pain crossed his face as he cr'ed with a voice full of anguish, sorrow and regret. Too late, Leah! Too late! Too late! 156