Rome Free Academy - De O Wain Sta Yearbook (Rome, NY)

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Tue SENIOR ANNUAL Braves and handsome Squaws, like your companions.” He motioned about him, and | now noticed for the first time many other sitting in great numbers young Indians, near the trees. These Braves and Squaws then began to grunt and clap their hands, at which the younger Indians squirmed and fidgeted around as if very uneasy. The next thing I noticed was the great Hare(is) trying to explain to the young Indians the difference between B(ees) and C’s (seas), but this is too much ofa prob- lem for me to explain to you. My interest was next aroused by some of the older Indians making preparations to who seemed to be talked for 1 do not remember what he said, had the young Indians was presented with a leave. One of them, their chief, arose and several minutes. but when he finished the leader of bottle containing some white fluid which they called “Papoose Firewater.” A grunt of approval followed this, and after a little more speechmaking they all retired. I must have dozed, for, when I again looked up, I saw the greater part of the tribe painted and dressed in their best blan- kets. from the younger Indians by the feathers The Braves could all be distinguished which they wore, while the chiefs all wore great head-dresses. They seemed to be holding a great festival of some kind. Sud- denly the sound of horns and tom-toms was heard, and after several minutes of commotion they all began to circle around After a time the dance ceased for a few minutes, during which most of the Indians left the clearing. When they returned the chief of the younger Braves, called the ‘“May’s son,” or “Son of the May,” announced that they had gained thirty belts of Wampum, at which there was great rejoicing. Suddenly it began to grow dark. 1 looked the clearing in a quick measure. toward the sun and saw that an eclipse was taking place. When the sun came out again I looked for the Indians. | could hardly believe my eyes, for in place of the clearing I saw a wet, muddy road. Two rudely made horse-litters were just passing, dragged along by stout Indian ponies.. Each litter was loaded down with Squaws, while along on each side plodded the Braves. Surely these Indians were of a néw variety, for I had always read that it was the Squaws who walked while the Braves rode. I then began to feel very cold, and noticed The road did not look like the muddy trail I had seen be- that it was snowing heavily. fore, and the Indians, who were again pass- ing, were all riding. The litters had turned into large sleighs, and the whole tribe was shouting and singing. Then the open space appeared before me with the whole tribe seated as before. Di- rectly opposite me | noticed some object, covered with a beautifully colored Indian blanket of red, white and blue. Then the tallest got speech, pulled the blanket down, and un- Brave up, and, after a short veiled an image of a great paleface, of whom some of the Braves had heard their elders tell. He was mounted on a cream- colored pony, and the Indians seemed to hold him in great reverence and called him “Heap Much Brave.” Then appeared a great crowd of Indians young and old. I soon discovered the In- dians I had first seen, on a slight rise of ground directly opposite me. They looked much taller and far more dignified, while each wore the feathers, which distinguished I noticed that there was than them as Braves. one-third as and not who much more many had dignified Squaws, as there were in the first place. I become Braves watched them closely, and saw first one and then another say something. Although | could not hear what they said, when each

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26 THE SENIOR ANNUAL At twelve the intermission took place, the now famished dancers being participants of the most excellent repasts as served by the various caterers. Following the intermis- sion dancing was once more enjoyed until a late hour, when all returned home, happy at the thought of once more being able to congratulate the Junior Class upon the suc- cess of the “Prom.” As a token of acknogledgement to the Juniors, the writer wishes to express the most heart-felt thanks of the entire Senior each and Class to the Class of 1913 for the most delightful re- every member of ception accorded them on the eventful even- ing. that it is our earnest wish that the Class As a parting word let me here say of 1914 will in return afford to the Juniors a similar Promenade, as full of pleasure as that given to the Seniors of 1912. W.: A. Be EZ. HONORS AS TAKEN FROM THE DREADED “RED BOOK” During the fourth period, as one of the “Freshmen” boys was leaving the room to report to Miss Nourse, he was tripped go- ing down the aisle in the vicinity of the young Italian Freshman, who has apparent- ly been trying to show off, “Jack” Wardwell and Doyle entertaining each other with new pencil sharpener, whis- pering and leaving room together 10: 53, returning 11:02. Prof. Bannick, explaining interest exam- ples to the class, “Watch closely for when I get through I will have a new face.” Rudd— Did you hear about the terrible explosion this morning ?” Fox— “No, where was it 2” Rudd— Why, the wind blew up Dom- inick Street.” THE SENIOR HISTORY One bright summer day as I was wan- dering slowly down the head waters of Fish Creek before me, I came to a huge bolder in the middle of the fishing from early morning, I sat down on with my line floating along stream. Since I had been the top of the rock and looked around me, On one side of the stream was a clearing perhaps one hundred feet in diameter. With the exception of the side toward the creek, trees, the clearing was bounded by tall which seemed to be the edge of a great forest. I had been there but a short time when suddenly I heard the cracking of twigs on the opposite side of the clearing. Then, to my great amazement, I saw a great Bear(inger) entering the clearing along the path, leading between two great trees. Be- hind him, to my still greater astonishment, a large band of young Indians, male and female, followed along in single file, num- bering almost one hundred. They came straight toward the edge of the stream, but I was too frightened to run or even move. Then they all sat down, and began to chant what sounded like their funeral hymn. The great Bear(inger) then got up and began to growl in short, quick tones. Every time he growled one of the young Indians would walk up to Mr. Bear, who reached into a large willow basket at his side and pre- sented each with a small roll of birchbark, tied up with long yellow leaves. Then the Bear seemed to disappear and, in his place, I saw a great Hare(is), who was talking to the young Indians. Every- thing became quiet among the braves, and I could hear him quite plainly. To my great astonishment he was speaking perfect English. He was saying, “I am very glad to welcome so many youths and maidens here. If you concentrate your minds upon your tasks, you will soon become great

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28 Tui: SENtor ANNUAL had finished, the rest of the Indians grunted in approval. Then the same tall Brave whom I had picked out as chief before. gave a rather long speech, during which he gave presents When each stepped to the front, in an embar- to three of the younger leaders. rassed manner, the other Indians grunted and grinned. Once again I saw the Braves all dressed in their war paint and Squaws in their beads and finery. Several of the Braves and Squaws proved their bravery by chal- lenging the whole assembly gathered there to follow them. Then some of the older chiefs, who seemed to be acting as judges, answered them and gave each Indian a new weapon, which they had discovered would conquer any new enemy with whom they tought. How long I sat there I do not know, but the next thing that I realized was that I was lying in the creek, hanging on to my pole as hard as I could. I arose, and. after a little difficulty, landed the best fish of the day. Wi. a ie, a Tad’s father (on Hallowe'en night, as Tad creeps safely into bed)—“What time is it, Theo lore ?” Tad—“One o'clock” (as the clock strikes four) “but mercy, how the clock stutters.” Here’s to love, may its wings Never lose a feather Until your little shoes and my big boots Sit under the bed together, —‘Ham” Moldt and Gladys Schwarz. Miss Corbin—“Where, Mr. Vredenburg, did the British store their ammunition in the siege around Boston 2” Vredenburg—“In the Boston Harbor.” HISTORY OF CLASS OF OFFICERS 1913 TREMAIN Hucurs utrH Nock DoNALp ScHWARz GENEVIEVE MEHAN At the beginning of the fall term in 1909, about ninety-three young, bashful students entered the Rome Free Aca lemy as the Freshman class. This class was the last to graduate from the Court Street School. but by no means the least important. After a month of school life a meeting was called by Prof. Barringer, at which time the officers were elected. During the remainder of the year nothing of note was accomplished by the class, except the fare- well address, given to the Seniors by the Presidené. At the beginning of the next term a new selection of officers was elected, who did nothing all the year but exist. The Presj- dent again gave a farewell address, as is the custom, to the year of 1911. In the Junior year, this class, now re- duced to the number of fifty-three, elected the officers found at the beginning of the history. About the last week in March a meeting was called by the President. who appointed the committees for the Junior Reception. The promenade was the most successful ever given by a Junior class. The financial gain surmounted that of any previous class, the revenue derived therefrom exceeding that of former classes by twice the largest amount ever before realized. The class is noted for its athletes. name- ly: Inman, Barnard and Hughes, football players; Inmann, Keating, Captain Doyle and Dittmeyer, baseball players ; and Inman and Keating, hockey players.