South High School - Tiger Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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He touched his cap to the heather. And he kissed her hand on his knee, And he wooed the gypsy maiden. The dusky, gypsy maiden. Under the grim, pine tree. And over the moors together. They wandered side by side. And when the stars were paling. The silver stars were paling. Like fairy limps were paling. He won her for his bride. When the sun rose at the dawning. Over the broken brown. A bluecoat hunter of England, A hardy hunter of England. With his three, hold sons of England, Came riding over the dawn. And they found the gypsy maiden. A heap in the sunrise red. With her black hair wrapped about her. Her long, jet locks about iter. Wrapped like a mantle about her. On a midnight shroud for the dead. In her arms lay a musty fiddle. A moldy skull by her side. Kor the phantom fiddler of Warwick. 'fhe heggar tiddler of Warwick. The ragged fiddler of Warwick. I lad won her for his bride. When the wind blows the perfume of roses I;rom many a cottage door, A strain of music comes floating. Over the moors comes floating. A liquid melody floating. Over the purple moor. And over the dawns together. Go wandering side by side. The phantom fiddler of Warwick. The ragged fiddler of Warwick. The wild, wierd. fiddler of Warwick. And his dusky, gypsy bride. Pnge 22

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The Phantom Fiddler of Warwick By Katherine Lovnberc W ith eves that were hlack as the midnight, And skin that was tanned and brown. A gypsy maid came wandering, A black-eyed gypsy came wandering An outcast gypsy came wandering. Over the moonlit down. She sat on a mossy lx ulder, Under a wind-tossed pine, And shook her hair to the moonlight, Her glossy hair in the moonlight. And bound it hack in the moonlight. With scarlet ribbons fine. The wind swept the perfume of roses From many a cottage door. And a strain of music came floating. A liquid melody floating. Like the sigh of the ocean came floating. Over the star-kissed moon. It thrilled in the silver moonlight. Like the stream in the copse below. And a jaunty fiddler came strolling. A beggar fiddler came strolling. A tattered fiddler came strolling, ( ver the hill's white brow. His cap was of tattered velvet. His cloak of the good Scotch plaid, And he came wildly fiddling—fiddling—fiddling, He came a sweetly playing. Up to the gypsy maid. Patfc 2 I

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Some Ambitions Mv first ambition was a omunon one. To 1)c a king is an instinctive desire in one sense of the word: for there are very few who never have had that idea. Fairy tales read by most youngsters are alxmt kings, pretty maids, servants, gold and all such attractive things. Hut I have discarded this yearning for good because most kings, nowadays, are living killed, exiled or losing their thrones; and hv the time I am big enough to lx one. the kingdoms will have “vanished as if by some subtle magic and remain only in the dreams of the old monarchs. I discarded that for a seemingly more profitable line, that of trapping. A trapper's life appealed to me as a position for fighting Indians and big lx ars and saving lives of great men as portrayed in novels. Hut I soon found out alxmt its solitary life. W ithout seeing a human or hearing anything besides howls of animals. I would soon lx a “goner. And anyway (sour grapes) I guess there are no more animals to trap or men to save from lxars. That went out with kings when I heard of “rich businessmen” at big parties and in trips abroad, but when it came to trying out I found figuring a bugbear. Bookkeeping was. oh. so much fun that I loved it with anything handy to annihilate it with. Then. also, our neighbor, a business man. was always talking alxmt the long, tedious hours in the office. Then when High School came I thought I would try technical work, but my low marks and poor work showed me that I was not able to follow that line. So I’m still trying to find some vocation. Perhaps i'll be a judge and tell people to go to—jail. That looks easy. Mom hr Kf.u.y. Picking a Profession I n picking; a life profession, we are told, we should consider the character end of it. rather than the salary it draws. With this end in view you may select several promising professions. One is to liecome a great inventor like Kdison. In addition to the numerous royalties which would continually fatten your hank roll, you would have the pleasure of world-wide prominence. These, however, are not the greatest advantages. It is the knowledge that you are bringing something hitherto unknown into the homes of the masses, something to lighten their cares, which is the supreme factor in choosing that mode of work. Xext in line is the ambition to become a great story writer or novelist such as Sinclair Ix wis. Kdith Wharton and Booth Tarkingtmi. Here it is easy to see the advantages. They comprise three essentials: Influence, fame, and a big cash consideration. Following story writing comes newspajx r writing. The possibilities of this profession are practically the same as those of story writing, with the exception that newspaix-rs reach a greater nunibi-r of jx-ople. Sjiort editing i another choice profession. The salary here is also of large proixirtions. but the main reason for choosing it is my regard for sports of all kinds and the hope of being able to keep this regard burning in the minds of the younger generation who will be the stars of tomorrow. Herbert Muki.i,er. Page 2)