Racine High School - Kipikawi Yearbook (Racine, WI)

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L.-:V 4 ia Viv -' The referee's whistle sounded sharply. The players took their places. The crowded balconies were silent, struck with that breathless expectation that precedes a game. Then the game began. There was a tangle of arms and legs. The referee's whistle sounded again. The ball was tossed up, tipped off, and car- ried down the floor. only to be passed back again. The play was clean and swift. For the hrst few minutes Marls- borough looked outclassed. She seemed unable to get the ball. Cheer after cheer went up from the Greenwood rooters as Mohr, their big guard, shot two baskets in quick succession. On the next play, however, Marlsborough got the ball, carried it up the floor and scored. Near the end of the period, Lester got the ball, and, seeing a clear Held, dribbled the length of the floor, for a basket. lust as the time keeper's whistle ended the period, he shot another basket from a difficult angle while the Marlsliorough supporters went wild. Lester's brain was whirling with con- flicting emotions. The cheers of the crowd, the plaudits of his friends were maddening to him. As the whistle blew for the next quarter, he took his place with a heart like lead. He dared not look anyone in the eye. His every fibre trembled with shamein contemplation of the lie he was to act. The play in the second quarter was furious. The ball was the vertex of a pack of frantic beasts. Numerous fouls were called on both sides. Neither side was able to score. The spectators shouted themselves hoarse. Then some- thing happened. There was a crash of clashing bodies. The referee's whistle sounded, but Lester collapsed to the floor and lay still. He struggled feebly to rise but sank back again with a groan. Amid the stricken silence of the Marls- borough rooters, he was carried off the floor. Black despair settled down upon the Marlsborough supporters, while the Greenwood rooters openly rejoiced. Cam was frantic. From the side lines Lester watched the game go on. The Nlarlsborough quintet, after its first stunned surprise, fought on, hopeless but desperate. In spite of their frantic efforts, however, Greenwood cut down their lead and was two points ahead when the half ended. Mann, captain, hurried to Lester. Bad hurt? he queried. Lester nodded, unfeigned misery in his eyes. The conflict within him seemed rending his every Hbre. He quivered with shame at his despicable falsehoodg yet the thought of his mother restrained him from giving the lie to the counter- feit. In the third period, Marlsborough scored not a single point, while their opponents got two. Only desperate guarding kept them from scoring more. The fourth quarter began. The struggle in Lester's soul was fierce. He ached to be out there Hghting, struggling. Sud- denly he remembered his mother's words as she bade him good-bye. Play fair, Lester, she had said. Re- member what Roosevelt said, 'Play hardp don't foul, hit the line hard.' Honor is more precious than a mere game. Then in a flash of insight he knew that his mother would die, starve, rather than be nursed to health with contaminated money. He sprang to his feet and hurried to Cam. Cam turned and stared, hope leaping in his eyes. Can you play? he cried. Lester nodded, trembling, eager to be in action. Time was called. He took his place and the play began. The rest of that game is history. How the Nlarlsborough five, inspired, sud- denly awoke in the closing minutes of the game, how Mann, Lester, and Cole car- ried the ball up the floor again and againg how, just as time was called, Lester put Marlsborough one point in the lead with a spectacular shot from the centre of the floor, all that is history. We need only say that Lester came back with a rush. Dr. Slocum switched on his hall light, opened the door to his study, and entered. Lester sat there with miserable downcast eyes.

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ilwa ' Wifi' a nnl:i1ma i'g:rMlying w1 : fWi 'i lllm fl ll lllllll!'ll 'lll 'll ll g tllllllttlll . ll If 1111132 Raiser Qmzrungen At Amerongen the sunlight glow Finds refuge in the castle halls, And plays in careless levity About the grimly brooding walls. II. The quiet woods of Amerongen Are green with summer's happy grace, The calm canals at Amerongen Reflect the spendichiuds grimace. And ever in the summer joy, A solitary figure strays, With bowed head and humble tread, Along the blithesorfig woodland ways. And oft the creatures of the wood Appear, to taunt his silver hairs, But more to pain his wretched heart, And weighten burdepls that he bears. And oft the woods are peopled with A host of angry fantasies, That writhe and plead and weep and die And drown the forest harmonies. VI. Anon the old man rests himself, And tries to think of gladder things, Of glories that will come again, Of lustrous joys that power brings. VII. But soon with rancor crowding back The baleful fancies, leering, come To persecute and tortue 'till His heart is bled, his speech is dumb. VIII. 'Tis thus in daylight's gladsome hours, When mocking sunbeams taunt his gaze, 'Tis thus in nighttime's mystic voices, When restive shadows haunt his ways. IX. 'Tis thus and ever thus throughout The smiles and tears of countless days, And echoes whisp'ring spitefully Say that it will be thus always. X. Alwaysl 'Tis thus ambition serves The man that to her gave his soull The broken man of Amerongen In passing, pays eternal toll. -- Traver: Hand, '23, Qlaesar in Iaigb Suzhou! Iulius Caesar had been gone from this earth since 44 B. C. He had long lived the quiet life, and had not heard much news from Earth since he left. He had learned, however, from some shades who came in lately, that the Racine High School building was still standing, and that it was still densely populated - or that the population there was still dense -Caesar was not quite sure which way they said it. One thing about it he did understand clearly, and that was that Caesar had not been forgotten there, but was constantly talked of, by pupils and teachers. This made the shade of Caesar so restless, that he knew he could never be happy again until he had revisited the Earth and the Racine High School to hear what they were saying about him there. He wanted to start at once, but another younger shade reminded him that it was Washington's Birthday, and that there was never school on holidays, so he waited until the next day. Caesar's shade had forgotten that Racine had Central time, which is an hour later than Eastern time, and when he arrived at the High School at ten o'clock the next morning Qthinking it was only nine? he found the building so crowded that even his shade could not get in, therefore hung around the out- side of the building all morning and looked in at the windows. Once when a boy dropped some ink and yelled, Great Caesar's Ghostln he thought he was discovered. He looked in at another window, and saw a girl writing. He heard her mutter, Great Caesarln He thought she must be writing him a letter, and he was anxious to see what she had written. He was disappointed to find that she was only trying to make X minus Y, equal to Z plus four. When the crowd rushed out at noon, it reminded Caesar of a crowd he saw ahead of him when he took a trip to Gaul one time.