Soldan High School - Scrip Yearbook (St Louis, MO)

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ii- H- 3: Q ir A 4 Y :T 'gf Gffr- .1-R A As she knelt there before it, a light was brought to her eyes. She now understood the power that had drawn her, lonely, hungry, tired, and bleeding, up to the mountain. She now understood her unwilling- ness to love Blackcoat, and she understood what the Great Spirit desired. Soft Wind, without realizing it, had discovered that she was one of those few mortals who are of this world, but not in itg who are nearer to the Great Spirits' angels than to his children, who are worldly and yet of ethereal worldliness. The Great Father had seen that she could not adjust herself to this world and in his supremeness of judgment was recalling her. Ah, she was one glad to come, glad to make the sacrifice! Standing up, she allowed her fatigue to fall from her like a veil, and stretching up her arms to the whitecaps said, Father, I am willing. A garment such as the now torn and soiled doe skin could never be worn with grace in the Great Spirit's lodge and so, without a scruple, Soft Wind stepped from the garment and flung herself into the falls. Her descent was slow. With a smile of great peace and joy, her arms and eyes ever raised to the white caps-a symbol of the Great Spirit- Soft Wind went home. Her body blending with the water grew less and less of Soft Wind and more of the melted diamonds until, finally, the last sound was heard from Soft Wind-a cry of delight this time- but ever the wind rushing through the firs. The dusky pearl was seen no more. She had returned to her Father , the Great Spirit . -Lucile Whittom, '8. My Little Fairy 1--M LY little fairy, fly, fin -Nfl i The golden dawn to greet. - Ope' little fairy, ope', S 15 'M His gates the Sun to meet. Come little fairy, come, Your tiny flowers to kiss. Taste little fairy, taste. Their nectar full of bliss. Bring little fairy, bring, Your wand to mend my strife. Stay little fairy, stay, To help me live my life. -Round Table. 12

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A .. H, fe v E - .-Y - -Y a-1 , - ,- For three long days and weary nights the maiden traveled, bravely, a lonesome and weary trail. During this time her supply of venison was nearly exhausted, 'for she had found few berries, and her graceful body was made sore and weak for she consistently had refused to listen to the demands of her body for rest. Moreover, throughout the whole merciless march, her heart had clamored for her to admit that she was going to pray mainly for Blackcoat. Nay, she would not admit itg it was her father for whom she intended to pray! i At the end of the third day Soft Wind reached the mountain, and stretching her arms to the pure snow-capped peaks begged the Father of the red-men, the Great Spirit' to guard and take care of Blackcoat and Whitefeather. ' Then Soft Wind fell exhausted and spent at the feet of the Father and slept a heavy sleep until the sun was well up over the horizon the next day. When she finally awoke her dazed mind could not find White Feather, and only after she had called him three times did she remember. Again the wind could be heard rushing sharply through the firs as Soft Wind cried out in dismay. But Indian maidens are brave, so Soft Wind rapidly bathed in the cold stream nearby and then ate the remainder of her venison. As Soft Wind sat by the stream braiding her black hair she looked up at the Father with trusting eyes and said, You will send Black- coat and White Feather home safely. I thank you. It was then that something within Soft Wind snapped, it was then that she stood upg it was then that she started upward, at first unwill- ingly-then eagerly. ' What was this that impelled her to climb arduously up the moun- tain, hour after hour with no one but hunger as a companion while the sharp stones cut her weary feet through the soft prettily embroidered moccasins? Soft Wind could not have turned back if she had willed but she did not will. She was not afraid, only trusting and obedient to this unknown power which impelled her to toil upward and upward without stopping to drink, or eat of the few berries that she might find. With a gasp of delight she came upon the immense, and powerful falls which had been hidden from view, if not from the ear, by a huge pile of massive boulders. The clear water fell like melted diamonds over a sheer precipice or red, green, and blue quartz, and it was to the Indian girl, who had been attuned to beauty, a thing for divine worship. 11

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.. -.A - Y -.v A ,,: .a., 'Y 74- Y, ,,, . f: - '-s'f- V X5 -P Yarn: 1- ,, -'1 21- , 7 , Q7 A Modern Comedy of Errors CHARACTERS MARGERY-An expert in Slang. G RAN D MA-Still Old-fashioned. MR. JAC KSON-A Young Man. A POLICEMAN. PLACE A railroad station waiting-room. TIME: Present CGrandma and Marge enter the waiting-room. Marge is carry- ing a black suitcase., MARGE: Why did you haul me here so early, Grandma? GRANDMA QA little hard of hearing-slang., Haul what? MARGE: Oh, why did you bring me here so early? GRANDMA It is better to be early than too late. MARGE: Oh, can the proverbs. GRANDMA Can what? MARGE: Oh, nothing. Watch my suitcase while I waltz over and secure a magazine. GRANDMA: Waltz where? fExit Marge., GRANDMA: QA few moments later., I wonder where Margery is? I must go and find her. I guess I had better take her suitcase with me. fExit Grandma with suitcase., fEnter Mr. jackson with a similar black suitcase., MR. JACKSON: I'l1 be glad when I get out of this place. It's full of crooks. They got my umbrella last week. Now what's next? They haven't half enough policemen here. If there were as many policemen as crooks, the whole town would be on the police force. I'll go over and get a cigar, but I had better keep an eye on this suitcase. CHe walks over to the cigar stand. Marge enters and spies the suitcase., MARGE: Well, I'1l be hanged. .Grandma fioated out o' here and left my suitcase. I guess she is out hunting for me. I suppose I'1l have to go and find Grandma now. fExit Marge., CShe takes the black suitcase and leaves. Mr. jackson returns., MR. JACKSON: Yes, it was standing right here. It cou1dn't have evap- I orated. Hardly. You go on the north side of the station and I'll go on the other, and we'll watch for it. Somebody may Q have made a mistake. MR. JACKSON! All right. QBoth exi t on opposite sides. En ter Marge with a black suitcase., MAR GE: I can't find her. I think she has melted off the map. QEnter Mr. jackson., MR. JACKSON : Pardon me, miss, but may I ask what you have in that suitcase? - CAside., Well, of all the nerve! fThen aloud., What business is it of yours? MR. JACKSON: I just left one here a minute ago. Would you mind if I opened it? It looks exactly like mine. POLICEMANZ MARGEZ - 13