Racine High School - Kipikawi Yearbook (Racine, WI)

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Y ,,LL: . , f , LLL1,w LVLL - 18.12. i', lA i KATV1? N fg l gl , z 5 . . N 5 , , I .,.. .... Lf ....,. f A --- . -- y the air, faint and elusive, just as the mur- muring wind sweeps through a harp and leaves a wondrous melody. Forgive, it whispered softly, and slowly melted away into nothingness. Ile shook with a vague, unknown fear, sweet in its revela- tions. The church was slowly emptied and he was left alone. Ilis head was bowed low, but his face was illuminated with some strange, mysterious charm. A flood of roseate light from the stained glass win- dows touched him tenderly, as if in bene- diction. Through the open doors he heard the birds sing merrily. VVhat a wonder- ful world it was! Was not this life in- deed? Ile hastily dashed a few bright tears from his eyes, and laughed softly to him- self. A happy, quivering little sigh shook his frame as he murmured, I forgive. Ht the cares that infest the day Shall fold their tents like the Arabs, And as silently steal away. -Dagmar Peterson, 13. ALL HALLOW'S EVE The evening of the twenty-seventh of October I sat in my study reading. CIt might be well to mention that I was the only one at home.D About half-past eight the door-bell rang. I switched on the lights all through the house and went to the door. Then I screamed, and why do you think I did? When I opened the door a tall, thin figure swathed in a white, flow- ing gown, glided in and closed the door. and a thin, grayish hand took an envelope from the folds of its robe and held it out to me. I tremblingly took it and read: Mr. Jack o'Ltantern CJ. C. EJ Requests the pleasure of Miss Blank's company at a weird merrymaking On All Hallow's Eve, Tuesday, the thirty-first of October, At half-past seven o'clock, At the Old Haunted Barn in Hobgoblin Hollow Q2025 Main Std VVhen I read this I invited the silent ap- parition into the study while I wrote my acceptance. I gave him the envelope, he bowed and retired. Then I sat down to think it over. When I arrived at the Old Ilaunted Barn in Hobgoblin Hollow on Hallow- e'en, the same ghost who had appeared at my door several nights previous bade me, in sepulchral voice, to enter, and showed me to the dressing-room, and when the company had arrived led us down to the basement of the house. ml Q T is-,, - We certainly had entered the witches' den. One candle served to light the room, and by its light we saw the walls and ceil- ing had been covered with sheets, and great black lines drawn to represent cracks, while huge cobwebs were made of black thread. Before the kettle, suspend-

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if 'r 'K AS YOU LIKE IT I we-nt to the Baker to get a cake, and on my way home I met a Driver who said if I Went to the Mills I surely would be Schacht, and then things would not be Wright. As I did not care to die just yet, I went to a Benedict to be advised, but there I bumped into a Barr, for at the door stood a Crabb so fierce that I dared not try to enter. So I Wended my way to the Fratt, from which I saw a maid, wearing a Cape and a Hood, who was going Rowan with a couple of Davidsons. I was so dunnbfounded that I stood there looking at a Martin which was going to a Biehn patch near the village of Raymon. Around this patch was a fence bordered by Marguerites, on which sat a Byrd called a Myrtle Warbler. In this village there stood a Brown building, which was a double store, the janitor of which was a Cfahjoon who wore an old-fashioned Spencer. One-half of this store was occu- pied by Perry, who was a storekeeper, the other half was a restaurant conducted by Jacobson and Peterson. There I found Simon, the waiter, who informed me that Kannenberg was Eaton his lunch. On the second floor of this building was the office of Michael Costello, editor of the 'fFreeman, the village newspaper. He was sitting in a Morris chair interviewing an Albino, who was relating her escape from the Chinese city of Henken. She said it seemed as if the Chinese could not keep from Sinnen, but, with all their faults. they had some good qualities. As I was leaving I saw Samuel, the gardener, washing the third-story windows without the aid of a step-ladder. Samuel had a black-eye CBlockiJ and wore Haub-nailed shoes. -Louise Boardwin, '12, HIS VACATION Now, Mr. John Harlow, of the rising law firm of Harlow 8z Dodge, I, Mr. Har- old Dodge, of the same firm, do hereby certify that I will accept no and, if or but on the question of your taking a vacation. I positively insist upon it, and that is my ultimatum. So you see, Jack, there is no wa.y of getting out of it. You. must go. But I don't need any vacation. I'm all right. I don't see any use in going off for a rest. You get into a hotel where you meet all kinds of people that bore you-until you are only too glad to get back. That is a kind of rest you get. I'd just as soon stay heref' You will do nothing of the kind, Jack. You are going for a vacation if I have to carry you off myself. A change will do you good. Oh, please d0n't exert yourself, my dear chap. If you are so crack sure that it will do me any good, then I will go. But-where ? Well, the 'Seaview' at Beachmont is a good place. You have plenty of ocean for swimming, fishing and boating. And I think that you will like the people. When shall you start? I might as well start tomorrow. When does the first train leave? Seven thirty-four. That will get you there about four fifteen. All right. If I'm going to leave so early, I'd better pack up tonight. So- long. Hope you have a good time, old boy. Forget it. With this he left the of- tice. As he was entering the elevator, Harold called out: Oh, Jack! Yes?', Come up a moment, will you, please? Jack came in. What's the matter now?,' I just wanted to remind you, that in case you go swimming you must be sure and not get your feet wet. How would you feel if you had been in Harlow's place and had missed the last elevator and had had to walk down six flights of stairs? Jack, remembering his mother 's injunc- tion to count ten before acting, did so, then, grabbing up the stenographer's notebook, he took a quick, careful, true aim and hurled it at his partner's head. Having thus expressed his feelings, he