Northfield High School - Orange and Black Yearbook (Northfield, MN)

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Elm 'jflort of missing Ullenn Un the Storm Beaten shore in the Land of the Long Night where the Crested Seas sparkle Under the Xorthern Lights, there lies in an Old Red Sandstone Rock Haven an Ancient Landmark, a wrecked 'Fmigrant Ship. Looking Toward Sunset from the Red Rock of this haven one sees Along the Shore a Lonesome Trail which leads From Sand Hills to Pine, connect- ing the huts of the Norse, Lapp and Finn people who f'VVork at XfVhaling and Fishing. Que Summer, Long Ago, A Tragedy Unknown to History took place On the Face of the XYaters of The Mighty Deep surrounding the Island. The Records of The Strange Story' just As it Happened are found in The Reminiscences of Lavengro, The Hermit, who lived there at that time. Early in The Nineteenth Century A Group of Noble Danes lured by The Call of the VVild sailed away for A Hamlet in Iceland to join the Toil- ers of the Sea there. 'tThe Captains Daughter, A Fair Maid, went with her father. They were a Merry Party until they arrived at The Passage Perilousf' Then, At Sunset the Gathering Clouds in The Far Horizon, warning them of The Tempest caused even The Bravest of the Brave sailors to 'gD'red the coming VVind and VVave. At Day Break, The Deluge came upon them. Driven from the Path and From Day to Day Carried by the Storm In the Great Deep they had a Hard Struggle. The Fate of the Dane ship was decid- ed when, one night, misguided by The Light on the Hills of this island, they were crushed on the rocks. At Dawn of Day Peter the Whaler, found, Cast up by the Sea. The Child of The Captain of the Crew, The Survivoru in the Fight for Life, while The XVreck of the Gosnovern for such is the name carved on The Pilots' wheel, showed him The Victor in The Conquest of Fate. Thelma. as She was called by her Rescuer, found Happiness in The Simple Life which is lived by the children of the sea. She won the Love and Friendship of Every XYoman and Every Man in the comnnmity. Ever in HT-Ier Memory she cherished the Scenes of Childhood, but with The Sea she always associated K'Horror and Death and to this day the harbor bears the name she gave itf The Port of Missing Men. RUTH jixeons. fb ax fi!! 1 w TWT-X H 1GjH5DjNl 'I , fm my 1- was nf? - -1 -f - TY Y ,, :Ei ' 5 Q, 1 fc LJ, YT, L'2lA1'LTf , , g-114 r 's -Q X,

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Book-Eille 'Essays '5l7be Call of the wil6 iXlothe1 ' wanted 'lLaddie, a Country Boy, to be a lSetter Man, but The Ne'er Do Well had The Greatest VVish in the VVorld to go Side Step- ping with Shorty and The Gamblers. This Root of Evil led to 'An Af- fair of Dishonoru ln Qur Town. Isle then became A Gentleman Vagabond until XVhispering Smith Told in the Hillsl' about The Luck of Roaring Camp and UGet-Rich-Quick VVallingford. Then this 'lDiseiple of Chance' 'KBought and Paid ford Bob, Son of Battle at The Crossing' and started for i'The lrleart of the Hills. XYhere the Trail Dividesu he met Ofhcer 666m and Zone Policeman 88 pursuing the Claim jumpers who for Three VVeeks had been Going Somef, ''VVhat's-His-Name, hearing the Silent Call. entered The Contlictv and with The Sword in the QXlountains like a Chip of the Flying-LW drove The Spoil- ers away. The Light that Lures kept him on The Gold Trail,'l Digging for Gold and Shifting for Himself ln Search of Treasure. In spite of I-lard Times he went The Straight Road and kept 'Akithin the Lawn and after Four Years of Fighting and XVinning His lVay he struck Gold, Mothers Little Man was now A Certain Rich Man and The Ruling Passion was UForsaken,' upon his deciding to follow The Way Home. On the !VVay There he met The Girl of the Limberlostn with 'AFreckles,' and a HPurple Parasol on K'The Sunny Side of the Hill where l'The Blue Flower grew. The Fortune Hunter had found his First Love and, as he was The Man VVho Could not Lose and she A Girl in Ten Thousand theirs was The Love that Prevailedm and he took her 'To Have and to Cherish, To Have and to Hold. Along the Trail came Cynthia's Chauffeur Cwith a Grain of Dust in his eyej and Cynthia of the Minute in her auto with Five Gallons of Gasolinev and a K'Fly on the VVheel., - Now for The Little Minister and to shatter 'The Fetters of Freedom, said The Man of the Hourf' S0 K'Together they llew along The llroad Highwayu on The VVings of the lXfl'orning to john VVard-Preacherf, NELL112 L. PE.xk1s. NOTE 1-These essays won Mises in the contest i1'zit'lzifl1 all seniors took part.

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Senior 'jflropbecy NE day in early spring I was sitting at my desk, battling with physics problems. But soon cat'sfur, electroscopes, ebonite-rods and galvano- meters bacame vague in my mind and gradually I sank into a dream in which I saw my class mates as they would appear some years hence. The colossal ruins of Rome rose up before me. In the midst of them I saw a man who bore every mark of a philosopher, digging apparently for Caesar's high chair. He was our old friend Hagbard Eikeland. In a university library I saw Mary Blanchard assisting people to their wants in a lady-like and pleasing manner. Xext fancy showed me the horrors of battles fought in the air. Large aero- planes bearing German and English Hags flew here and there, charging and re- treating. My attention was drawn to a plane which bore a Red Cross flag be- cause the two occupants were familiar to me. The man, who carried a case of doctor's instruments, was James Lapham and the lady who wore the garb of a Red Cross nurse was Ella Suess. Henrietta Larson in a beautiful country lane, beneath the shadowy light of the moon, was studying the A, B, C's of astronomy with a handsome young as- sistant. In the reclaimed desert regions of Arizona was a very successful spineless cactus farm. Needless to say, practical Nettie was the owner. The Siamese court appeared in all its splendor. The King, seated in a lux- urious room hung with rich tapestry and rugs, was being entertained by the pranks of our former classmate, Ernest Croonquist, now court jester. In a large eastern school for girls, Nellie Peake, as president, was winning the love and friendship of all the students. In the same institution I found Daisy Fertig, a matron of one of the dormitories, and Della Simpson, a teacher of Ger- man. The House of Commons in London appeared before me in session. A thin, determined looking woman was presiding over it with much ceremony. To my surprise I recognized her. It was Eunice Christiansen, the anti-suffragette of our class. A similar shock was given me when a few moments later I saw Thomas La Pointe making stump speeches for VVm. J. Bryan, who for the ninth time was running for president. I thought such outbursts of eloquence as came from Tom would surely win the presidency for Mr. Bryan.