Racine High School - Kipikawi Yearbook (Racine, WI)

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Scylla and Charybdisl, he was pronounced incorrigible. From then on, his suffering was intense. Several times he visited the land of the dead and had deep discussions with its king, but always he was recalled by changes in teachers and circumstances. Thrice, while in the storm of many lessons, he nearly expired and always perspired, but fortune was not good to him, and he lived on. Then a great plague swept the region and our senior was sore stricken. To the gods this disease was known as spring fever, to the people, as the hook- worm. The dread disease passed but re- cuperation was slow. Finally, with a groan he realized that the time had come to return to his native elements. So his sad countenance was seen once more at the Hades of R. H. S. As he, wailing, besought an excuse, he was recognized by certain well-known looks upon his face. Receiving the temporary,,' he with- drew from this room of shadows, but, upon her who had given the excuse so grudg- ingly, fell the gloom of darksome death when she beheld this senior twenty days absent. Then came the trial, the trial of brains and genius at the semesterls end. Five days of tortuous tests! O ye godsl The bitterness of itl lmmediately he prayed to every god of the council of Olympus and to many others for assistance. His need of help was great, therefore many gods were appealed to. One would not do. The tests passed, but with what dire results! Be it known that this roving senior had wasted away, at this crisis, almost beyond recognition. Fearing and still praying he received his cards. Slowly he looked at them one after another. Slowly he absorbed their contents. Then his mighty spirit broke and he wept in agony. His splendid effort had been wasted. The gods held council and it was forced into his lifeless eranium that he was a failure. The decision was that he spend one more year at R. H. S. Sadly A.. he began the period of rest and peace which would last but ten short weeks, with only the loyalty of the junior class to spur him on. Even as Penelope had waited for the long-wandering Odysseus, this class had waited with fond ex- pectancy to call this wondering senior its own, looking forward to days and nights of frolicking with this fun-loving, seldom- worried, delinquent senior. W11.M1zR Davis, TZZ. just a Miniature Betty turned abruptly from the low kitchen window, upsetting a crock of milk in her excitement. ':0hl he is coming, I see a great big cloud of dust with a little yellow speck in the middle down by the clump of poplarsf' 'fWell, now don't be upsettin' every- thing in my kitchen. ltis about time he was comin' anyhow! exclaimed Aunt Sadie in her sour fashion as she turned from the old black cook stove. Betty Dugan had lived with her ill- tempered Aunt Sadie and indulgent Uncle Jim ever since her parents were killed when she was but five years old. As Tfncle Jim trudged into the kitchen Aunt Sadie greeted him, c'Did you get that bread and flour? '4Yes, I got it,', answered Tfncle Jim, and as his glance fell upon Betty his face lighted up and he added, Hand something for my pet too.'7 As he stood fumbling in his pocket Aunt Sadie handed a mop to Betty and began, 'fBetty,clean up that mess, and Jim, don't stand there with the door open all dayf You do more chasini around in that good fer nothin' flivver than any- thing else, and l never could see why you had it painted that yaller color, and besides l canlt see what you two want with those fool pitchers anyhowln 'WY'-ll as long as Betty and l likes ,em 77

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Henryls heart. Immediately he sent a message over to Seat 928 bearing this legend, Vl'ho is he, anyhow? At least he had a right to know who his rival was. Vlihen the reply came back, he read it hastily, gasped, and then read again, 'fjimmie Bartlett is president of the Freshman class. At that moment William Henry lost all desire for revenge. He wished only to die, to leave behind this cruel world with all its troubles, caused, for the most part, by women, with their wiles and cunning ways of trapping men into their snares. Never again would he fall in love. That very evening Vliilliam Henry could eat no supper, refused to talk, and for once in his life neglected to tease is younger sister. At last Klrs. Simpkins became so worried that she gave him a dose of castor oil and made him go to bed two hours earlier than usual. As Vliilliam Henry -lay in the dark with three extra covers on him to keep him from getting cold, and an ice pack on his head and neck to keep away the fever, he thought as he had never thought before. Finally, however, he found partial comfort. at least, in the fact that all really great men meet with misfortunes at one time or another in their lives. From that time on, he vowed, he would weigh his actions carefully. He would never again fall in love, he would never again do anything for the Freshies, and, furthermore, he would never, never asso- ciate with a Freshman, or even con- descend to speak to one. He would always remember his position, his diginty, and his importance to the world as a Junior. Lewis Nlkkvlckix, '21, Prospects I dearly love a smallish man, He's jolly and he's fat, He's full as broad as he is tallff Oh yes, heis all of that. He says that he will marrv me, And take me off to dwell ln .fairy land, far, far away, And welll stay there a spell. But if we ever tire of that, Viihy then we'll move away, Wie won't say where welre going to, Or where we'll maybe stay. We'll live on honey bees have brought, And drink the sparkling dew, Ur maybe just because we like, VVe'll live on love for two. Believe or not this wondrous tale, The proof is plain to me, The man who promised all these things, l'd guess is not yet three. g 7 7 JOSEPHINE VTKAGONER, 21. The tbiapssep uf a Senior Speak to me, hluse, of the delinquent senior who received only pink cards after weary years of bluff. Many hard knocks he took and many a pang he bore, while struggling through a sea of Virgil, which threatened to engulf him. Yet even so, by his zeal he did not gain a credit, for through a miscalculation he flunkedg fool, who would rather dance than cram. Of this, O master of these halls of learning, beginning where thou wilt, speak to me. As soon as the rosy-fingered dawn of childhood had disappeared, he assembled as a freshman with the untried of R. H. S. Straightway the long-faced teachers bade him study and into his gentle nature was born a deep distrust which grew and was strengthened as time went on. Through four years he wandered as one in a trance, sometimes with renewed hope at some strange freak of fortune, but al- ways with a disastrous end. Through four long years of torture was our Senior buffeted, for, by the hand of Fate, while suffering between MP and HF Clike unto

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and they don't cost much, what's the differenceill put in Uncle lim good naturedly. Uncle Jim had long ago shown Betty some miniatures that had come down to him. and she had been so delighted with the quaint costumes and lovely faces that now it was lfncle -limis keenest pleasure to visit a pawn shop to look for a picture. Uncle .lim shut the door, and by the time Betty had finished mopping up the floor he handed her the miniature. 6'Ohl isn't it a perfect beautyl I was showing the girls up at High, the other day, when we were discussing our grad- uation dresses, one of my pictures and they will be so anxious to see this onef' One day an unconscious Uncle Jim with a badly injured and crushed leg was brought home, and the next day a poor smashed yellow flivver came to the farm. A heavy truck had been the cause of all this misfortune. As Uncle -lim was sitting in his bed propped up with pillows, a few days later, he turned to Betty who was standing at his side and said, Poor Betty, this spoils your plans for college and you will have to be content with having a home with usf' Chl Uncle Jim. I- I allus was opposed to this eddication business anyhow and now Betty yould better go. You're makin' him all grumpy, interrupted Aunt Sadie who was seated in a low rocker, mending. Well, l just wanted to say that+Oh, some one is at the door! Betty inter- rupted herself to admit the visitor. It proved to be a stranger, a disting- uished-looking man. He inquired for a meal, explaining that his car had been stalled and could not be repaired until a mechanic could be sent from the town. Aunt Sadie, coming to the doorway, looked him up and down, straightened her apron a little and replied, 6'lYell l'm not used ter servin' out meals ter anyone, but I guess you can come in heref, L The stranger stayed for the evening meal and afterwards, as he was convers- ing with Betty and her uncle, Betty in a sudden impulse showed him ber Cherished miniatures. He looked at them at first with a nonchalant expression, not making any comments. Suddenly, when he looked at one of them, he started. l'The cripple Howardls lost master-piecel And so it happened that the foolish whim of Betty and Uncle Jim gave them a fortune, for the miniature was indeed the lost masterpiece, and thru its huge proceeds a costly but successful operation was performed on Uncle Jim's leg, and Betty was able to get her much desired education. RUBY ,loRoENsEN, '22. The Enom The woods over yonder is one of the most picturesque places that you would ever care to see. Indeed, you might travel miles before you came to one as beautiful. It seems as if some fairy or immortal spirit dwells there and lives on the beauty of it. In spring the trees, so bare all winter, take on new beauty, and the tiny buds clustered here and there on the long slim branches look like some delicate embroid- ery. Nlany of the tiny shrubs are rich in that green which nature alone has the power of giving to the things she paints. The tiny flowers of April and htlay display their daintiest apparel, the violets don their dresses of purple and yellow, the tiny hepaticas put on their dresses of pink, white, and pale blue as though they were going to be the rainbow bridesmaids for some fairy wedding. What is sweeter than the gurgling of the little brook that winds its way thru the center of the woods? Unless, indeed, it be the songs of the first returning birds. The thornapples in blossom fill the air with fragrance which the clear gentle breeze wafts to you.