Shields High School - Patriot Yearbook (Seymour, IN)

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The Kiiijri f a Neiij ?) iy FRANK WELLER I STARTED to make the world over, To cast out the evil and wrong, The load of the weak to make lighter, Every heart-cry to change into song. I started to lead to the kingdom. The weary who knew not the way. To tear down the false and misleading. To bring into dawn a new day. And when thou hast entered thy closet, I found meant to shut every door Of my life, to the world and its clamor, To still the loud waves and pass o ' er. Then out of the silence came wisdom, The stillness spoke plainer than words. Cast from thy own life all evil, ' ' These words of true wisdom I heard. I forgave the whole world of unkindness, No malice nor envy I held; And breathed out a song on the heart-cry, My heart from the false I compelled. The weak I released from his burden, I saw but the good and the pure ; And behold I had made the world over, The Kingdom had come to endure. [Page Twenty-six

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ternational jealousies and short sightedness fail to realize and utilize the pe- culiar advantages of each country, there will be wider and more altruistic policies which will bring about more healthful conditions socially, economic- ally and politically. Now, as in the eleventh century, the century of the Crusades, we are in an age of intense excitement, an excitement which has seized equally upon those who stay and those who go into the turmoil of this terrible war. It is a time when all men are being stirred with deep enthusiasm, and all ranks of society are being profoundlj ' moved. The ferment of unrest and dissatisfaction with existent conditions which long before the war was threatening to make itself felt in many countries, has today broken through the hard crust of Russian aristocracy and cruelty and is threatening Prussian military despotism. Slowly but surely through the years of the past the people have been gaining influence and today voices heretofore silent are beginning to make themselves heard, and new forces that have been silently and slowly gathering strength are beginning to be felt in the new era that wUl dawn on this night of war. Not the few, but the many, will be the effective forces of the future, and a universal democracy, By the people, for the people, and of the people, ' ' will be more of a reality than ever before. Page Twenty-five]

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HELEN ANN DANNETTELLE I DINED today with Sir Kenneth who told me a strange story, said Mark Burr, and noting our interested expressions, he removed his pipe and began: Several years ago a diamond was found in the blue mud of a river in India, absolutely perfect and almost two inches in circumference. The native who found it, mad with joy, placed his treasure in the hands of his king. Murmuring: Even the daughter of Daik (daughter of the Sun) he died. It happened that the unlucky man was celebrating the annual feast of Zelma, the lion. Evening came on and in the lurid light of the many torches a slave girl danced on the village common before the throne of the king. On her forehead she wore the Daughter of Daik as a sign of His Majesty ' s favor. From the edge of the jungle a tiger watched the scene. She was starving and advanced slowly. Suddenly the attention of the people was diverted from the dancer. Drawn by the burning eyes of the beast, they screamed in terror. The slave girl, with her back toward the invader, interpreted the cry as ap- plause, played with the dagger and danced on. As the tiger sprang toward her, she tore the jewel from her brow and threw it at the foot of the throne. The next instant she was borne screaming into the jungle. Now the Indian king himself began to wear the diamond, three days after placing the jewel about his neck he was found treacherously killed on his throne. His son, the young prince, left India immediately to place the case of the king ' s mysterious death before the court of England, taking with him the Daughter of Daik. Sir Kenneth was a passenger on the same ship and on the voyage became an intimate friend of the young Hindoo. One day the prince in reply to a question of Sir Kenneth concerning the wonderful diamond which he now wore, told the history of the stone. When the steamer was some distance out from Liverpool the doctor called Sir Kenneth to the bedside of the Hindoo. The prince was dying and nerv- ously pressed the beautiful jewel into Sir Kenneth ' s hand. It was wonderful to possess such a stone, yet Sir Kenneth felt a strange repulsion toward it. Three hours later when the Hindoo was buried at sunrise, Sir Kenneth leaned over the rail and tossed the gleaming thing into the waters of the Atlantic. Page Twenty-seven]