Racine High School - Kipikawi Yearbook (Racine, WI)

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.5--an wwe. K x W ,. ,Skiers ,. -ga. , . ,NF 52, , f-L '4'.:2wwn.,. r14f Wm we:-www.. ....,m:z:.f.--f, ',,-Mi ,-is 1' .wen fever fxmef..vfs.g:n1i1Qsawa.1meas2r:-:cis-matesmx.. .. J . .:s4.1. 'fl ' .sp - ' - . 1. ' .-'- f f .- 1 H I . is '- - ,. , . .. ' wauzrf 'wi ' ,' .. . ' f ' ,H f 'f' KM. Q,-4 .W .. -x --we W I looked down into one of the large crev- ices. Almost instantly I heard, Three cheers for Jack. I slipped. - Creak! crack! grruu! bo-o-mm-bl What was this? I could feel myself sinking, sinking, sinking, down into the bottomless gorge. '4Hal ha! were the next sounds that greeted my ears. VVhere was I? and what caused all this laughter? Had I fallen far? Was I at the bottom of the ocean? Were these the cries of the animals of the deep? Or had I fallen into the regions of the lower world? Were these the demons laughing at my excitement? Where, oh, where was I? I looked up, and found myself lying on the assembly room floor. Then it dawned upon me that I had been day-dreaming. -Ida Frederickson, '12, MORNING All Nature slept. All save the River Root Lay wrapped in robes of rest undrawn, Awaiting with patience, calm and mute, The awakening voice of Dawn. Meadow, forest, and hill sublime Were held beneath that infinite spell. Yet Mother Nature-'s heart divine With a thrilling life did swell. An angel clothed in purest white Came soaring from the distant East. A moment he paused, then banished night, And summoned the Sun from his sleepy peace. -Frank Webers, '12, CHUMS Philip Barton and Eaton Ford were business men in the city of Morton, Cali- fornia. These two men had been children together. They both entered high school, and waded through the perplexities of the Freshmen, side by side. But these two boys were very different in their na- ture and appearance. Philip was tall, stately and fair-haired, his friend Eaton, short, heavily built, and dark. Philip had to work hard for all he learned, while Eaton, who was naturally bright and never studied, still outshone his friend in all his classes. Eaton had graduated with high honors, Philip was content to get through on a hard-earned seventy-five. They had entered the same college, and had graduated together. They had al- ways been chums and shared each other's joys and sorrows. They had stood by each other through thick and thin. Never once had they failed. Would they always stand the test? These two boys were now men. One, Philip, was editor of the leading newspa- per of Morton, the other, Eaton, was a promising young lawyer in the same city. One day the test came. Both men were candidates for mayor of the city of Mor- ton, but on opposing tickets. Would their friendship continue? Would they stand the test? Would one care if the other were elected? Election day dawned clear and bright, as all Republican election days do. Both men stood a good chance. At the polls that day one would defeat the other. Would it make any difference to these men which it would be? Both men had hoped, and tried to gain this oflice. At eight o'clock the election returns would be in. Which would be mayor? Would it be Philip or Eaton? Both, anxious to hear the returns, were at the office where the returns would be made known. At eight o'clock the message came. Philip Barton was elected mayor of Morton. The elec- tion had been close, but he had won. For a moment Eaton Ford was dazed. He had been uncertain, still he had hoped. He had longed for this office as executive of the city of Morton. Now Philip, his life-long friend, had defeated him. He had been conquered, but only for a mo- ment. Then he conquered himself and, walking up to Philip, his boyhood friend, his college friend, and now his friend in business, he slapped him on the back and extended his hand, saying with a true ring of sincerity in his voice, Congratu- lations, old man. -Anna Rasmussen, '12