Phillips High School - Wabasso Yearbook (Phillips, WI)

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W' X g - f i.'. h ZS?-5 N VWUESASS ll , '4, ' EVE si 6 'fl fs, ' g ,f Hlllien illhillips was at ltllilherness After the storm was over, The youth with his pack on his back, Struck out on his twelve mile hike On that lonesome and dismal track. he turned off the road to the timber His thoughts came rushing fast. For there three months before him A hunter had breathed his last. That hunter of little experience l-lad trified with a bear. The brute, though fatally wounded, Embraced the hunter there. With such thoughts to encourage, No weapon for defense, Ere he had reached that dismal swamp His nerves were 'strung up tense. The moon was sinking lower, And as he reached the swamp, Lo! On his left and close behind, A wolf rose from his haunt. Then through that clear and star-lit night, The wolf sent out a call. And to this answered far and near, A dozen wolves in all. The thoughts that flashed through this youth's head, As the wolves closed in about him, Were first to Hee and save his life, And then, I will die fighting. For plainly he saw how useless It was to try to run, The snow was deep, the wolves ran fast, And help at hand was none. Resigned to fate, his thoughts grew cool, The wolves were slow to act, And ere they roused their courage He reached the timber tract. .sq 77 Is--

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X .:-- , T u we WPKBASS a I 4 3 L P' Q ,.s....-1-nl:-'nz Ev 1 --li-Q J I E-2,5--:Hn 1: 11 QL-inf f The sight of that tall timber, The climbing of that pine, The resting in its branches, Was sweeter than Jove's wine. The loss of their midnight supper, The scent of a rabbit track Recalled those bloody monsters To follow the woodland path. Then down from the tree he clambered This youth of eighteen years. And putting six miles behind him, Reached camp, no worse for all his fears. Henry Landa '26 Quark Nunn anh the lihillipa Qlrnnus There used to be a hunter They called him old Hawk Nose . It was in the days when Phillips Kept a lot of crows. His hair was gray and shaggy, Of course he grew a beard. He hailed' from the north country But Where, I never heard. According to description That went around the town He wore a belted .six-gun, A derby on his crown. And if, with gun, he shot as straight As with tobacco juice, Then the crows must suffer tortures, 'Cause he'd jar their feathers loose. Once Hawk Nose tacked a carpet Upon his cabin Hoor. It was early in the morning, And he was feeling sore. So, after work was over, And the carpet on the Hoor, He filled his pockets with carpet tacks And got the old smooth-bore. -gi lg..