Racine High School - Kipikawi Yearbook (Racine, WI)

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in I -inwsfasamiamsuiassfs I ' 1 ' . . ,, 1 T ,,,, g ' 'Q K - .sfwws-- '.sxlr thing nice. Oh, dear, Christmas is such a bother! Surely this is not the true Spirit of Christmas, said King Mankind to the child. No, indeed, returned the child, abut so many people think it is. We will have to search farther. They left the large house and entered a much smaller one nearby. In the only room sat a mother. She was working on a small doll's dress for her little girl, who was asleep in the corner. All the other little girls would have dolls for Christmas, and no matter how much it cost, her child should have one, too. 'Now, although her eyelids drooped and her back was weary, she was carefully dressing it. The old king looked at the child. UI wonder-, he began. But the child shook his head and pulled him away. I was afraid you might be deceived, he said. Christmas is a bother to that poor mother, too. The old king became rather angry. I don't believe you know what the Christmas Spirit is, he said. It surely must have been the true Spirit of Christ- mas that made that poor woman sit up all night to dress a doll for her child. Ah, but she isn't doing it because she wants to give the doll to the child. She does it so the neighbors cannot say that she is 'too poor to give her little girl a doll for Christmas. This rather puzzled the old king, but still he followed the child. L They walked along through the snow for some time until they came to a street lined with brilliantly lighted stores. Two little girls, each hugging a beautiful doll, were walking along just in front of them. A little hunchback stood before a store window, gazing longingly at the display of dolls. One of the little girls, uncon- sciously clutching her doll tighter, stopped and watched her. Her companion at- tempted to pull her on, but she stood hesi- tating. Then, with a sudden resolve, she placed the doll in the arms of the little hunchback. She, the little cripple, looked startled at first, then she smiled a won- derful smile at the unselfish giver. The child smiled, and the king smiled. Then the king drew the little girl toward him. Why did you give her your doll? he asked. t'To make her happy, was the reply. I know that must be the true Christ- mas Spirit, said the old king to the child. But what do you call it? And the child whispered in his ear, Love.H -Helen Van Arsdale, '12. HAIL T0 RACINE HIGH Tune-Annie Lyly. Overlooking peaceful waters, Our great inland sea, Stands a grand old hall of learning- Stands triunlphantly, In the midst of noise and bustle, Of our nation's life, Stands our school progressive, noble, Unimpaired by strife. Chorus: Let us sing our heartfelt praises, On thy name rely. Hail to thee, our Alma Mater, Hail to Racine High. Oh, to thee, our Alma Mater, Resolute and strong, A Now we raise our joyful greetings, Offer we our song. Ever shall our hearts be loyal To thy firm command, Fearless march we ever onward 'Neath thy guiding hand. May the coming generations Live but to commend, May the frown of fame untarnished On thy brow descend. May thy truth, renown and courage All thy foes defy, May the blessings of the ages Rest on Racine High. -Frank Webers, '12.

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