Racine High School - Kipikawi Yearbook (Racine, WI)

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of paper. Again and again I besought him to remain. I used all my charms. But, no. Therefore I killed him and sent him by my assistants to a far city. But I kept the paper. So-I' She went to the Sphinx and spoke. Oh, mighty one, shall I give to the man whose father I loved, the paper he left here? For a moment, the air was Charged, then the eye of the Sphinx dropped outl The priestess put her hand into a hole which seemed to go far back into the head of the Sphinx, and drew out a paper. Re- pla:ing the eye, she turned to him with, To you, son of the Great Wvhite Visitor, I give this paper for which your father gave his life. Take it, and golf' Alan, overcome by his emotions,eould not speak for a moment. Then he re- plied, 'cPriestess, thank you. I can say no moref' He grasped her hand a moment and went out into the night, wondering. She had murdered the one. Vlvhat had led her to be kind to him? Dk Pk if Pk bk The great court of the king was brilliantly lighted. On each side of the throne stood throngs of curious eourtiers. Conversation was going on in low under- tones: Vlihen will he eome?,' 4'How does he look? Suddenly, down the Court, came Alan Hempstead, hero of the Arabian mission. Tall, handsome Alan, yes, the same Alan who had slept' under a canopy of blue sky in the Arabian desert. He stopped and knelt before the throne. The king arose. Alan Hempstead, I wish to knight 'ou for attem vttn and suceeedinf in a . . . it great mission which meant so mueh to your king and country. Rise, Sir Alan, and receive the thanks of vour kin f and an ' T? country! RUTH MANTELL, 'Z3. A Qlutumn S ring oes blithel f vast us' x l . 7 Summer's voice is gay, Autumn touches all our hearts To gladness on its way. Vkhenever Autumn burns the world To red and golden brown There is a little ghost comes In a quiet gown. And says, Do you remember?I' And. Can you quite forget IYhen it is November And the sun is set?'7 ISLSIE I'IAYIiK, '2I. Ghz Qllummg uf Sprung Tum COMING or SPRING Spring has come with all its glory, And I love to tell the story Of the spring. When the snow has gone away, And it rains most every day, Then it's spring. When the trees begin to bud, And we slip-slop in the mud, Then it's spring. Then the robinis song we hear, 'Tis the best time of the year, In the spring. Then the ltlaster hat we greet On the maiden shy and sweet, In the spring. And the silken hosels displayed. Other seasons we'd not trade For the spring. Then the Kiay flowers and the grass, And the violets as we pass In the spring, AII do whisper, 'lCIod is love, Ijarth and sea and sky above, In the spring. IJORIS Dixon, '23,

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