Olathe High School - Eagle Yearbook (Olathe, KS)

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'K l'l xX, Lf U l .ta-2 -,A iii., af '- - ' . ' rj 'Q ' ,sd T.: . .. I - Y EN Lg :nr i l- :t ' n f -. Indian Legend O-LA-THEE. At txhe beginning of the 18th century, the plains surrounding the mouth of the Kaw river, were covered with nothing but sage brush and a few lndian villages. At the junction of the Kaw and Missouri river stood a log cabin. It was a mere shack. The different Indian tribes traded their furs there for beads, guns, and novelties, new to their eyes. The man who stayed there was as rough an uncut as the timber that sur- rounded his trading post. His features were hardened by those winds and snows and sleet that come in that region. His religion was that of the survival of the i'lttest - the religion that precedes all others in a new country. He existed because he knew how to handle a gun, yet, he was the forerunner of the white man who brought both mission- ary and the outlaw. He was the out post of civilization, the sentinel that guards tlhe sleeping soldiers. His land was beautiful in its uneivilized sfate. Often as the sun set in the golden west he Would Climb one of the highest bluffs and look out over the country to- ward the setting sun. Behind him was the steady oncome of the white man. Behind him was the missionary who came to teach the Indian the religion of Clhristianity, the tilling of the soil, the turning of the waters into mill ponds. Behind him was the on- slaught of the pale faces. Behind him came the criminal escaping vengeance. Behind him came the evil, the good, the sinful and the religious, to this crude country to make it as the scupltor molds his clay. - Behind him was this, but in front of him was God's own country-those beau- tiful plains, rolling away to the horizon where they melted away into the blue and lJllI'l1l6 haze and mingled with the crimson of the sunset and then turned to a golden light and slowly lost themselves in tlhe blue sky. ln front of him was the silver Kaw, winding its way in the plains and bluffs and slowly but surely moving on and on and quickening its gait when it hears the swish of the Missouri, as if hastening to join its companion. Before him was the Crude man of the country. There a tribe of Shawnees, was busily LITERHTURE

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Komiks Do you know Tom Mettee? Willis Tainter I surely do: we sleep in the same English class together. Joe Gifford fllelivering Milky. It looks like rain today. Miss Wilkie Yes, that stuff you deliver always looks like rain. Dick Limbird-lln Music Storel I want a cony of The Stolen Rove. Dea1er4I'm afraid I don't know of such a song. Dir-kfWhy it goes-tumrtum-tnmpty-tum. Dealer---Why you meanf The Lost Chord. Dick-Ah, that's it. WHY HE FLUNKED A Play in One Act Scene-A room in O. H. S. Time. one night. after school. Ul1aracte1's'WMiss Thomas, Miss House, Mr. Simmons, Uanitorj. A Senior tkept in for talkinfiil. Enter Mr. Simmons. Miss Thomas-'tMr. Simmons, please shut the window or I'll freeze to death. Miss House- O, if you shut the window I shall smother. Mr. Simmons-'tWhich shall I do? Senior--f Onen the window and freeze one, then shut it and smother the other. P. S. I-fe Ilunked in both English and Economics. He siezed her and drew her to him, he struck her but she made no sound, again he struck her still with evident, rage in his eye, she remained silent. The third time he struck hcr, her head flew ott. She was a match. Mr. Hillfwfhere was the Declaration of Independence signed? Marie Ileitzf At the bottom, sir. liclison L.fWhat makes that red spot on your nose? Hobby-Glasses. Edisgn- Glasses of what? It is easy enough to be pleasant When life is one gay happy treat, Ilut tlte fellow worth while Is the one who can smile, XVhen his L-orns are hurting his feet. K

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bustling about in its village, the squaws building the fire for the evening meal, some pounding tfhe maize between the rocks, others with large earthen pots of clay going and returning to the springg some gatlhering fagots and sticks for th fire, others tighten- ing the fiaps of the wigwams for the approaching night. The village dogs began their twilight yelping and their last good-by to the sun. The trader lifted his gaze from the camp in the distance and looked far to the west. The-re was the camp of the Kaw In- dians. He turned his gaze to the south and there in the distance were the camps of the Delaware and Miami. As fhe looked a gleam shot out of the West and the sun which was a great red ball slowly lost itself and then finally disappeared and the dying day gave away to twilight. The blue faded into purple and the purple into nig'ht. The man turn- ed to gog then stopped. On his left was the coming of man's civilization: on his right was the primitive man as God first made him. He looked at both and wonderedg then slowly shook his head, smiled, and went down off the bluff in the twilight, slowly be- taking himelf to his cabin. Then night came and reigned in accompaniment with the night bird's song and the howling of the dogs in the distant Shawnee village. A storm raged on the plains that night. Storms come quickly on a prairie. It beat the waters of tlhe rivers into waves and swished them about in giddy pools. It was a summer thunder storm, sharp and fierce. The lightning lit the country up- far and wide and the thunder rolled like giant trees falling in the forest. A sparrow blew against the door of the trader's cabin, flutered, and fell to the ground. The storm continued and was raging in its wildest fury when a knock was heard on the door of the cabin, Again a knock came and again. 'Dhe trader roused by the storm, hearing the kn-ock knew not whether it was the blowing of limbs against the door or of some person in distress. A length he heard a Shawnee shout, A-wa-wa- wa, He listened a momentg then hastened to the door, and beheld a Shawnee warrior, half carrying and holding a little Indian maiden. The brave fell into the room and the trader seeing the suffering of the little Indian, placed fher in his bunk. He caught sight of two fiery, bright eyes and two hot cheeks. She mumbled somebhing in Shawnee: then fell asleep. The trader looked at the Indian warrior who lay on the fioor with a ghastly wound in his side. He looked at the trader, then said in a gasping breathless voice, She very hot, very sick. Medicine man say slhe die and go to Great Spirit. She talk about things she know nothing about. Medicine man say slhe dixe. You white man, you know many things. You help. Me bring her to you. It dark. Me fall on the rocks. Me die soon, you help her. She no die. You keep her. His eyes were star- ing and bloodshot. As he leaned over the maiden he moaned O-la-thee, O-la-thee, Olaf he caught his side with a death-like clutch and slipped back to the floor. He was dead. The trader looked at the little Indian maiden. She was not more than ten years of age. Her cheeks were fiery red and her eyes were two bright spots. She was was a victim of the fever. The trader gave her medicine from his scanty supply which soon ouieted her. For days he watched her, cooling her head with fresh water from the spring. At last the fever broke. The crisis was past. Then 0-la-thee began to mend. She was shy at first and often looked longingly toward her early home. But the trader comforted her. Often they would go together to the bluff and there kneel at the little mound. Often she asked why they put a cross at the grave of her father and then the trader would tell her about the Great Spirit and the meaning of the cross. But youth soon forgets and O-la-thee was soon romping the hills with her Indian play- mates again. Years passed.