Racine High School - Kipikawi Yearbook (Racine, WI)

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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.

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A K lu In n .mn .1.:: In nj lll11v i uuuuuu ll! I 4,1 ll lflfillllllnillltlllllllllfll lltllil?lil2is'l+-il l'lllllgiilllllll llll ll ' lull 2 ii 2 i 2 l 'llllI ' In ll nu mmmmnuu mum 1,. ...,:: 2 :f.1.. ',.1 :: 11.1 :: llllllll llllllllllllllll Illlllllllllll I' Imll Today I told you to go ahead with that operation, but now I guess we'll have to call it off. Something happened to change my plans. The doctor's hard old face softened. He laid one bony hand on Lester's shoulder. Boy, I saw that game to- night. I won't forget it soon. I think I know why you quit and why you came back again. You can't fool a doctor, you knowl And I believe your mother will have that operation. Lester, I have shut myself up away from my fellow men, and I've grown crabbed and hard. Lester, I-I like you a Whole lot. You are clean, clear through. I guess we can manage college for you, and we,ll fix your mother up all right, boy. Frank Bunce, '23. GBM Minute late You are elegant to-night, Mademoi- selle - perfection itself, declared Mon- sieur Chevre, setting down his glass. Elegant, you say? queried Madem- oiselle, peering up at him enchantingly. But yes, elegant. Always you are beautiful-but now-words cannot express . . . and Monsieur shrugged his shoulders. Truly Mademoiselle was elegant. Her chestnut hair glowed under the blazing light, her cold and wondrous eyes flashed under the shade of long and delicate lashes, her seductively beautiful face shone with vivid animation, and her sensitive eyebrows expressed her thought with alluring charm. She wore a piquant little hat, a pair of long and dangling earrings, a necklace of strange, auburn beads, and a gown of some exquisitely soft material. She was like a star, pro- foundly enticing, yet ineffably distant. Monsieur and Mademoiselle were re- cent friendsg and this, their first night at the cafe, was a successful one-until the message came. It was a tiny card, brazenly soiled, and ridiculously import- ant. It bore one word only, ruggedly scrawled across its surface in English, To-night. Monsieur grew pale, crumpled it angrily in his hand, and exclaimed, Alas, Mademoiselle, it is bad news. My business summons urgently M for two o'clock. It must be important. Mademoiselle essayed a forced smile. Ohl she said, It is all right. My friends - over there -M are even now beckoning me. You understand, Mademoiselle, this is unavoidable-:ref impolif, I know, but I will soon return. It is natural, Monsieur, she said, consolinglyg Au revoirl Monsieur bowed stiffly and departed, but Mademoiselle smiled, and whispered softly, Auf Wifder5fhenl Monsieur Chevre, or, more intimately, Herr Chevrek, hurried out into the brill- iant Parisian night. Brilliantl he laughed, sardonically, but not yet blazinglu Herr Chevrik was a German spy of the first order. In his hands, that night, lay the fate of Le Beau Paris. At his signal, a thousand flames, and the city of Genevieve would be in ruins. Without his signal, a thousand bristling Teutons would slink back to their homes, and try to hide themselves. The signal - and it was simple - was a light in the Eiffel Tower, where a French-born hire- ling of Potsdam awaited him. And Chevrik was to give the word. Paris was provokingly gay that night, the streets were blocked with reckless traffic. Herr Chevrik swore, Gott in Himmelln in frank, expressive German, his chauffer swore, Mon Dieu! in graceful, polished French. But at last they were through the maze, and the colossal tower was reached. Monsieur stepped quickly out, glanced cautiously around, and beckoned to the chauffer. Suddenly a dazzling light shone in his face, four men sprang toward him, and an elegantly sweet little voice cried out, But you are one minute late, Mon- sieur, it was for two o'clockl Mein Gottl How did you knowl he exclaimed. Mademoiselle smiled enchantingly, and wickedly shook her long and dang- ling earrings. I didn't know until- she laughed, I will teach you to shrug your shoulders as a Frenchman does. - Travers Hand, '23. nikki!

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'T ll ll l '1 : 35i5:E:2EE5i5 5 A':. Eziizifii ' nmlllml Ill' i ima il Illlitfllll ll iisl:'Ill'l1l-i1,,ltll1,illll Two teachers came out together, and one was saying, I must hurry, because I have to get back at 1:50, on account of Caemrf' Of course Caesar was flattered, and decided to go in early, and get him- self a good seat before the crowd re- turned. He found a seat, settled down, and thought he would have a little nap be- cause he was tired out. He soon dozed off, and was dreaming about the time the Romans wanted to crown him. He was iust about to try the crown on his head, when, because it was so heavy, it woke him up. He tried to move, but could not, because the seat he had selected for himself belonged to a fat girl, who had returned and sat down on him while he was dreaming about the crown. This was a very uncomfortable situa- tion for a shade, and he wondered how one could get out of it. He didn't want to make a fuss, for fear some one might notice it, and accuse him of being 'am- bitious' tbesides, all the other seats were occupiedj. After awhile, the fat girl stood up to say I come to bury Caemr, no! to pmife him. Then the shade took his chance to get unburied and slip out, and he stood in the doorway the rest of the hour. Everybody spoke familial-ly of Caesar, and the shade guessed that he must be a great favorite. At the close of the hour, he Went out with the class, thinking he was with friends. In the hall he heard a boy say to another boy, I know I'll flunk on that Old CdEJ!lT, , and another one said, Gee, I hate f:dE.YLl7'.!H This was more than the sensitive Shade could stand, and he hurried back to Shadow- land. - Lea' Dalian, '26. The Brifter Like the proverbial stone, Peter Fad- den had rolled much but had gathered no moss. He had tramped and sailed his way around the World, a solitary Way and a lonely one. His curious eyes had seen far and wide the natural beauties of many continents. He had journeyed through lands filled with unfamiliar faces, and through countries of queer customs. The West Indies, the Ber- mudas, the Philippines, Madagascar, New Zealand, Iapan, Koreag they all were his. The island, the wilderness, the desert, the tropics, - he had seen them all. He had dreamed beneath drowsy Southern skies, and had shivered where the tongued lights lick the Northern black- ness. The natives had turned to look at Peter Fadden, for in those days he pos- sessed a handsome face and a stalwart figure. That was before old age had thinned his hair and shrivelled his fea- tures. As he roamed among them, he was called The Drifter, and that name seemed more real to him than his other name. He liked to be called The Drifter. It was at sun-down of a day in mid- October that Peter Fadden stopped roll- ing. It was then that he found work as furnace tender at Taylor's Orphan Home. With the work went food, overalls, and a bed in the cellar near the furnace. From pity had the portly and motherly matron of the Home engaged the old man. He had come and begged for some menial task that brought with it the surety of remaining in one place. He had had a wistful look in his eyes when he told her of his wanderings, and how that now, with the advancing years, he wished a definite place in which to stay and await the call that he knew was coming soon. On hearing his tale, the matron sobbed sympathetically in tender, motherly fashion, and then, lest she awaken the babies that were sleeping in the white nursery next to the office, She hustled him off to the cellar to show him that necessary part of the institution. S0 old Peter Fadden became furnace tender at Taylor's Urphan Home, and The Drifter was moored. Except for his eyes, Peter Fadden was not a very attractive person. His rather short ti ure had been bent and sadly weatherieaten by the storms of an un- sheltered life, and when he walked he