Storm Lake High School - Breeze Yearbook (Storm Lake, IA)

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:Bn the Btiuah tu Zliumnrrnha Curiosity clothed with rags, a book in his hand, and a great burden upon his back, turned his back to his home Today,' and sought to console his misery by seeking a new home, The Futuref' As he was walking through the wilderness of the world he lighted upon a certain place which he knew to be the house of an Interpreter, at the door of which he knocked over and over. At last some one came to the door and asked who was there. Sir, here is a traveler who is seeking the Future, spoke Curiosity. I would speak with the master of the house. So the master was called, who after a little time came to Curiosity and asked him what he would have. Sir, said Curiosity, I seek the Future of the Class of 1916 of the Storm Lake High School. Then, said the Interpreter, come in. I will show that which will be profitable to thee. The Interpreter commanded his man to light the candle and bade Curiosity to follow him. I-le led him into a private room, where Curiosity saw two pictures hung up on the wall. The one was of a very grave person and this was the fashion of it: It had eyes lifted up to heaven, the best of books in his hand and the law of truth was written upon his lips. Now, said the Interpreter, I have showed thee this picture first because the man whose picture this is is Rev. Clark Deppe, who will guide Storm Lake through all the difficult places which the good people may meet with in the way. The other was a picture of a very dignified and well informed virgin and this was the fashion of it: She wore on her head a little black hat which was tied on by white ribbons. In one hand she carried a basket hlled with necessities for the sick and poor while in the other there was a book. Who may this be? inquired Curiosity. And the Interpreter answered, She is no other than Nellie Bair, who is a deaconess in New York City and waits upon our poor. Then he took Curiosity by the hand and led him into a very large parlor that was full of dust because never swept, the which, after he had reviewed a little while, the Interpreter called for his man to sweep. The dust began to fly about so abundantly that Curiosity had almost therewith been choked. Then said the Interpreter to a damsel that stood by: Bring hither the water and sprinkle the room. Then when she had done, it was swept and cleansed with pleasure. Then said Curiosity, What meanest this ? So spoke the Inte1'preter: As is this parlor, so will be the heart of lVIarshall lVIcArthur. The dust is the disappointment that will be thrust upon Mar- shall for the admiration of the fair sex that will bring ruin upon the whole man. That which began to sweep first will be experience and serious thought, but she that brought water and did sprinkle it, is Real, True Love. As thou sawest the damsel lay the dust by sprinkling, so will this young man's disappointments be subdued and the heart made clean and fit for True Love to dwell therein. Then the Interpreter took Curiosity by the hand and led him into a little room. Surprise and amazement did come to Curiosity, for here sat two ladies, each on her chair. The name of the youngest was Passion and the other Patience. Passion bore

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mass bang Tune: When I Leave the Woi'ld Behind. We are without a care. Why should we show despair? No load is on our mindg WC,1'C thinking of the day When we must say goodbye, And leave the school behind. We haven't medals won To leave when We are done- Somehow, they passed us by. We've knowledge sure, but still We'll leave a precious will When We must say goodbye. CHORUS We'll leave athletics to the Freshmen, We'll leave the mischief to the Sophs, And to the Juniors Welll leave the memories Of our honors of high school years. VVe'll leave the Hunkers to the teachersg We'll leave the teachers to the Prof. We'll leave the moon above to those in love When We leave the school behind, Wlieii we leave the school behind. GEORGE W. HARDEN, '16. c , .Q ' 73592: . ' if En QQ -E13 jf' 'Wsaew' s:vi5i'5i31v:eif'ers: jllluvl M654 N Y ' -A

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the features of Leota Hovey and Patience was no other than Dorothy Soeth. Then Curiosity sought the reason for discontent upon the countenance of Leota and thus the interpreter answered: Leota is a great lover of birds, especially 'Robins,' and since Spring hath delayed the arrival of this welcome bird she is sad and discontented with her lot. Now she is awaiting the coming of the 'Martin,' but even then Passion will never be content. Now Patience is kind and willing to wait for the best. Then the Interpreter stated a proverb that ran like this: A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush. The journey of Curiosity was just well begun. Now he was led into a place where was a fire burning against the wall, and a form was standing by it casting water upon it to quench it 5 yet did the fire burn higher and hotter. To the inquiry of Curiosity the Interpreter did answer: The fire is no other than the spirit of Honorable F. Lewis. That which casts water upon it, is the difficulties that are destined to be heaped high in Floyd's path brought there upon by the youth himself, but thou seest that the fire burns higher and higher. So will this young man rise despite the trouble to be a great political leader of his country. Then the eyes of Curiosity lighted upon a fair maiden secretly casting oil upon the fire. Ah, said the Interpreter, at last thou hast spied one cause for the great fire. She is the spirit of a damsel who once lived in Storm Lake, but moved away in her Senior year. Curiosity was satisfied for he understood all. Now, said Curiosity, let me go hence. Nay stay, said the Interpreter, till I have showed thee a little more. So he took Curiosity by the hand and led him into a very dark room, where there sat a man in an iron cage. Now the man to look on seemed very sad, he sat with his eyes looking down, his hands folded and he sighed as if he would break his heart. Then said Curiosity, What means this ? at which the Interpreter bid him talk with the man who was George Harden. Then said Curiosity to the man, What art thou? George answered, I am what I was not once. What wast thou once P asked Curiosity, I was a famous singer, but my rival did become so opposed to me that he had me placed in this iron cage from which I cannot get without. Then said the Interpreter, Tarry till I shall show thee one thing more and then thou shalt go on thy way. So he took him by the hand and led him into a chamber where there was one rising out of a chair, shaking and trembling. This was no other than Edward Troeger. Why dost thou shake and tremble ? asked Curiosity. Edward answered, Now as I was in my sleep, I dreamed and behold a storm was raging in the heaven and upon the blackest cloud sat a man with a book and pencil in hand and he said to me, 'Come hither, thou careless one.' When I soughteth the cause of this from him he answered, 'Since thou hast wasted away thy time while in school thou shalt repent for it, therefore, the day of judgment has come and thou art not prepared.' At these words Curiosity became more eager to see more of the land of the Future and leaving the house of the Interpreter, he continued his journey until be did come upon the House of Vision. Within the spacious hall he did see an immense mirror hung