Racine High School - Kipikawi Yearbook (Racine, WI)

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Zlsimhui ikehenge ln his hut in a village in the depths of Africa, Asimbo, a giant savage, looked over his array of maces and knives seeking one that would suit his purpose. After feeling the edge of each, he took a huge creese and slipped it through his loin cloth. Although Asimbo did not know the old creed, HAn eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth , he felt the equivalent of it, and with revenge uppermost in his mind, he set Ollt into the jungle in spite of the threatening sky. He took the path that led to the Kalii village of Kawikiifi. The charged still air of the jungle in the lull before the storm was broken only by the occasional roar- ing of a lion or the chattering of the monkeys. At length, with a crash and a roar, the storm broke and the rain came down in torrents. But neither the rain, the thunder, the lightning, nor the sway- ing of the jungle caused Asimbo, who strode on as a man with a purpose, to pause for a second. After three hours of travelling in one of the worst storms the jungle had ever known, Asimbo made out the outline of the village of Kawikiili. By the occasional flashes of lightning Asimbo found the hut of lfgundi, the man who had caused the wrath in Asimbo's heart. After peering around for some time in the darkness of the hut, Asimbo saw the object of his trip lying on the floor, and with a mighty downward stroke of his creese, Asimbo ended the life of Ugundi's white monkey in order that he might revenge himself for the murder of his pet rat. SAM AlYIiRS, 721. 'fmnas QEher 111511115 The wind howled and whistled mourn- fully as it blew the black clouds across a blaeker expanse of sky, The hail, as it hissed across the prairie, stung the face Kijiji X ',Q33'.:5 W I ,', lv 0 X A i . '- A t 2 3 Nj aft gd s Q , T T1 Q T 7 11, E- -CQ i. 1 S i g-ff-1 f-- of the lone traveler, making the pain al- most unbearable. Slowly, and with a moan at each step, the wanderer staggered on, seemingly guided by some mysterious force which compelled him and drove him forward. The wind screamed and tore fiercely at the coat of the stranger. The sleet cov- ered the ground, making a smooth carpet of glass. VVith a cry unlike that of a human being, the traveler lurched forward and fell shivering and moaning with the cold and pain. To the northwest, and seemingly miles away, a light gleamed and flickered through the icy atmosphere. Toward this point the stranger turned his bloodshot eyes. It was like a ray of heavenly light to him, and, summoning all his remaining strength, he rose, weak and trembling, only to be struck by the ice-laden blast. In a small log cabin in the midst of the raging storm a man and a woman sat gazing earnestly at the roaring fire on the hearth, Every few moments the woman rose, walked to the window, and peered anxiously out into the disturbed night, only to shake her head sadly and once more resume her place by the fire. Her trips grew more frequent. She would sit up as though listening and then,

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lfinglish class. Wihen he reached his desk, he carefully destroyed the theme and Woolley outline he had prepared the night. before. He tore a few pages, six or seven, out of his notebook and splashed two or three blots of ink on the remaining pages. Then he girded himself for his first ordeal. Q The Xlost High Priestess of English entered. Her Visage was very solemn. but a sixteenth part of a smile puckered the corners of her eyes. Very sedately did she walk around the room checking off the themes. She came to Estudent. HNo need to ask you, Estudentfi she said. You have you theme, of course. lfstu- dent felt a queer lump in his throat but he bravely answered, NI havenit any of the assignment this morning. H The Most High Priestess of lfinglish merely did things with her eyebrows and passed on. Poor Estudent wriggled about in his seat and felt quite miserable. He hadnlt even been reprimanded. His plan was a failure, he was very sure, for he hadnlt seen the eyebrow maneuvers. From linglish class Estudent went to geometry recitation. The Ruling God- dess of the 16th room called on him to give the 72nd theorem of the book of Lenes. The determined Plstudent rose and said, Oh, Ruling Goddess, l know not the 72nd theorem of the book of l,enes.', The goddess fixed ljstudent with a steady look, made a queer dot in her classbook, but said nothing. Estudent felt happier. At least the goddess had disapproved ,which was more than the High Priestess had done. lfstudent acted like a very imp o' the deil during assembly periods. The third period, the dignified monarch of the lower regions reprimanded him many times to no avail. listudent was determined to bring down upon his head the wrath of the deities. During American history class the ll A sinner gazed at the pictures on the wall and furtively peeped into his book when the l'impress of Room -l was looking at him. He refused to give any topics and after borrowing some gum from the infant lvan, distracted the attention of the entire class with his grimaces and con- tortions. The Empress was mightily offended and rebuked the wretch, but he appeared to receive the reprimand with ill grace. ljstudent, in typewriting class, spilled his letters from the file, rang the bell on his typewriter annoyingly, constructed quaint caps, sailboats, and gliders from enormous quantities of paper, but did no work. l'istudent followed this wicked pro- gram every day for five weeks. Then he was rewarded with four delinquent cards. He was so happy when he saw the precious blue cards that he relaxed for a whole week and buried himself in reviews and advance work. He had never been so contented as he was with the cards in his pocket and his nose in a text book. Now,Estudent was convinced he should be flun-ked, so he didnit try to fail any longer. After writing the semester tests- having tried his best to write his worstm- lfistudent called for his grades at the office. VVith light step and jubilant heart, he entered the sanetum. He carried the cards, which he was sure were all marked PH out side the room. Then he looked at them. linglish HFH, Geometry 'Ll ',, History Mlm, Shorthand HFN, Typewriting Mlm. ljstudent plodded wearily down the south stairs. There were tears in his eyes and his head ached fearfully when he thought of his fate, inevitable as it seemed. He gulped down a sob as big as could be, turned up his collar, and entered the Cruel, heartless world. EMIL PERRicK, 19-F.

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disappointed, would bury her head in her hands and her shoulders would shake with her sobs. Ar last a noise at the door caused her to spring to her feet. Wlith a glad cry she threw open the door and with a gasp of joy she gathered the wanderer into her arms and drew him inside. Oh Jack! Oh Jack! 1 knew you'd come homef' she sighed happily, as she patted the wet body of a small, shivering, shaggy Collie. Susan MeCui.1.oUcz11, '2U. S3 3 Xl I 1- . ' t' ,f 4 tag E lkgfzpiil Ill-f 1. fi- ORIGIN OF THE unrest FAD ARTICS UNBULKEEO Zllibe Qbrigin nf the latest jfah Over in Europe, so far away, It started near Paris, so they say, This style of open goloshes. A very rich woman of French descent Lived in a castle which always lent An air of grandeur to the lands, As on the great, high hill it stands. She set the style for the people there,- Her clothes, her autos, the style of her hair, lfvcrytliing she did, they saw And copied, with worshipping, ceaseless awe. But one thing unenvied did she possess, And that was her endless carelessness. She lacked that power, and mind energy, To concentrate on a thing, you see. She often forgot this thing and that, Sometimes her glovesfagain her hat. Fluttcring here and fluttering there, Forgetting even to comb her hair. One day she thought she'd take a stroll, In the outskirts of Paris, called Yerijboul. She went unattended by maid or man, An uncommon thing around that land. She buttoned her coat around her tight, And put on a hat of enormous height. She put on her overshoes, big and black, Took out her gloves, then put them back. Thinking of some removed thing, She let her fleeting thoughts take wing. And she thoughtlessly left her goloshes unclasped. The people stood on the corners and gasped. This stylish woman, who set the pace, Vflas leading the women a merry chase. But it was seen, as plain as plain, She meant to set the style again. So the women all appeared next day, Dressed in this idiotic way. Alas, that our country should see the day Vfvhen it follows a careless woman's say. HELEN ATOORE, '23. Basins Suffragettzs uf 1934 Scenery: Backyards of residences. Conversation is carried on over back fence. Characters: Graduates of Class of 1920. Klayor .,,,., ., .. . ..,,.., ., Leone Xlyers Candidate for mayor, ,,,,., lileanor Baggott City Clerk ,, .llarjorie Vfiorthington Superintendent of Schools , , ,, ,,Harriet Stanke President of Council H Emily Jepeway Neighbors .7 ., , ,,,,, ,,.., , , Ruth Sage and Geraldine Bliss