Our Lady of Lourdes High School - Knight Yearbook (Marinette, WI)

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.f-'fx ,Z Q it oreolais IFN any ,-'QXTQ .iffif N A F' vs: X OciiaOxrt 6' 'HMTNHM 4D, I'g',x o Narplliull, The Sunlken City ACK BRONSON'S ship, The Seagull , rocked slightly as a great bell was hoisted to the deck. The owner of the ship was tall, well-proportioned, and of a muscular build. His hair was light, his eyes blue and sparkling, and his skin fair. About two years before, Mr. Bronson had taken a trip to New York, where he had discovered an ancient manuscript bearing information about the long-lost city of Narphul on the Atlantic Continent. As an historian of note, Mr. Bronson decided to investigate. He bought himself a light ship equipped with all modern conveniences for diving and set sail for Australia-once a part of the Atlantic Continent. To my utter surprise and great joy, Mr. Bronson chose me as his companion-at-sea. After a peaceful voyage, we arrived at our destination and began our wild search. Equipped even to wireless sets, we stepped into the diving bell and were lowered to the bed of the ocean. After scraping several layers of sand from its surface, we plied our magnet. Eureka! Eureka! I yelled after a space of about five minutes had elapsed. What's up? shouted back Mr. Bronson. Look! A bronze plate l I called. There it was. The Only Opening to Narphulf' staring us full in the face. With the aid of our magnets we pulled the plate up and gazed into a long shaft scintillating with a soft phosphorus light. After examining the shaft, I wirelessed our find to 'fThe Seagull . , By this time our appetite for adventure was awakened, so we descended into the shaft a short distance only to find our way barred by a huge door. Push the button! roared a voice from somewhere. NVe did so, and when we awoke about two minutes later, all we could remember was our having been blinded by a bright blue flash, and deafened by a great crash. A queer looking figure was beckoning us to follow him. In this strange place it little behooved us to rebel, and we followed the man at a respectful distance. A seemingly expectant crowd of men received us from our guide in a large room. A man who seemed to have authority then spoke to us, saying, You have been allowed this privilege of visiting this city not because we need your knowledge but because of your success in the upper world. Sufiice it to say you will be given common liberty. You may go. Common liberty! That was what the magistrate called our rare privilege of visiting the Nagos and Sagons, two hostile tribes who were struggling for supremacy of the lower world. While we were with the Sagons, we were Sagons, While we were with the Nagos, we were Nagos. Both tribes were exceedingly progressive, especially in regard to the laws of nature and science. It was while with the Nagos that I formed a lasting friendship with Tarmon, a nobleman. He confided to me the standing of the city among the cities of the world, and predicted possi- bilities which would easily make it the pinnacle of perfection from a scientific basis. The rival tribes were becoming more hostile to each other, and our stay among them seemed to aggravate matters. Accordingly they planned a speedy departure for us, and so while 'walking along near the wall of the city, a brilliant blue light flashed and Mr. Bronson fell at my feet. The next I knew I was resting in the hammock on our ship, from whence I related this strange tale. , BENJAMIN ROOSEN, 32. 01'- i5Gf'1? of H1929f'15or'-1 or---so -I Sixty-six I-

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l ' l 1 ,-'Ty 6 'w l . s ,N FQ! U7 LOURDPS ff,?v.' :W W: Oi:Q Pc'HQJrliV5,',m 0 Her Sisterys Son i HAT deed may have been unintentional, but it is inexcusable. The superintendent of the orphanage could be heard reprimanding Stephen Henry, for delaying an important message. Cruelly disappointed with life and with an indignant, Yes, sir ! he left the room whispering to himself, I will leave this very night and go where no one can rule me. As night came on he stole out of the orphanage. Reaching theicrossroad before daybreak, he stood uncertain which way to go. Standing in the cool gray tnorning, he heard a voice saying, Wherever you go, you will have to bow to someone's authority. Shrugging his shoulders and with a defiant, No one can rule me, Stephen took the road leading south. Trudging along in the late afternoon under a sinking sun, he paused, exhausted and nearly starved. The sun had now disappeared behind a cloud. What was gathering afar off in the distance? Suddenly a glaring Hash of lightning came -then rain. A chill of fear ran through him. Was the Lord punishing him? Yet he would not return. Running, till he would come to some kind of a covering, he suddenly stopped. He saw a cottage not far away. The light in the window beckoned to this sad and lonely stranger. Wearily he stumbled up the steps and knocked loudly to be heard above the roar of the storm. The bitter wind drove the cold rain against his shivering form. Suddenly the door opened. The kind hands of an elderly woman drew him into a room where a wood fire was blazing. Its glow touched everything with warmth and there was all about the comfort of home. Two children were busy playing, while the woma.n's husband sat in a corner reading. Her eyes gleamed with tears of sympathy as she seated the wanderer near the fireplace, for her only son had been buried but a week before. She gave' him some supper which was very pleasing to Stephen's ravenous appetite. 1 Where are you bound for ? asked the woman. He made no reply. The meal being finished, Stephen said, I must go. Thank you for your hospitality. What! uttered the man, it is impossible. You shall stay here. Come, tell us about yourself. Stephen's history was short. Q And your name ? Stephen Henry. What was your mother's name? Tears choked Stephen as he said, Mary Duncan. He knew so little of his dear mother. Gushing tears streamed down the womarfs face as she turned toward her husband, exclaiming, Mary Duncan! My sister, and this her son. The good Lord is merciful. And, she continued, turning toward Stephen, you have found a place in our hearts and here you shall stay. RosAr.nz LIEGEOIS, '32. Ogl oEilhlIl5QL '51929figofiilq of1l5b -I S ixty-seven I- H