University of Wisconsin Oshkosh - Quiver Yearbook (Oshkosh, WI)

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 n o I Harry R. Fung Protector-of-the-Weak-and-Lowly” Far to t 10 Kant, In a iiimitry famous. dwelt ttiIh bravo chief when a youth, lie loved the woods with all Its mysteries. He loved the fields with all their greenness. Best of all this youth loved the little creeping thlnxs of the eatth. lie wanted to know more of them After hlddlnx farewell to the land of his youth lie went away. He went on a lonx and distunt Journey, lie wt nt t blx xohools. He learned much knowleilxe. Then Oshkosh wanted a teacher. Thither went forth our brave with fourteen others. They stood before the Council. From among them all. he alone was chosen. Many moons have now passed. He Is still anionx us and Is known as “Protector-of-the-Weak-and-liOwly. Frank F.. Mitcheli. 'Seer-of-the-Earth-Home There was once a younx brave of the Indiana nation who knew more about the Knrth lie lived upon, and thouxht more about the welfare of mankind than all the sachems of his tribe. But for all his wisdom he was the best sportsman In the village. He knew where the finest trout streams were and where the hunter could find great Hocks of wild fowl, lie knew why the Northern winters Were long and cold and the Southern winters short and mild. Sojourns nmonx the tribes of the Indlatiax and the Mlnnesotas added to his store of knowledge. Now lie. Tin— Seer-of-the-Kartli-Home. teaches all of the Oshkosh tribe who will hear, the wonders of the universe So respected Is he that the trllie has dedicated to him Its records Inscribed upon the birch bark. L. L. Summers “The-Great-Builder Should you usk me whence these soundinxs. Whence these knocking , whence these poundltixs. Whence this cloud of dust, these shavlnxs. AH these nails, these boards, these paint pots. I should answer. I should tell you: 'TI the realm of one among you. Strong and mighty wlelder Is he Of the plane, the saw. the hammer. Skilful rider of the Jig-saw; Master of the art of making Picture frames, desks, tables, cupboards Oh. the wonderful wood-worker! I.ov« r of the oak. the hemlock. When It's sawed and cut In pieces.— Such Is Summers. Tlo—Orent-Builder. » Maurice H. Small Man-of--Thought In the far distant forest of the Northland. In the country of the Or eat Main Nation, there was u tribe known far and wide for Its learned medicine man Versed this sachem was in the lore of the mind, ami most tlttlnxly called “The Man of Thought.' To know and rule the minds of all. from the papoose In Its case to the great chief In Ills topee, was his desire- And ■• for years he lived In the seclusion of the medicine tent, ever gaining more knowledge. At length, imbued witb the desire to impart his wisdom to oilier Nations, lie Journeyed to the West, to the land of Oshkosh, whore this “Man of Thought still lives, teaching us to know men's minds. 21

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Walter C. Hewitt Reader-of-the-Mystic-Symbols Ismg. long ««« then- wnx a chief who loved to ask his people strange ltt«'HtIons. Ills IoiIk ' was covered with signs anti symbols which he alone could Interpret, lie was very proud or his skill anti sometimes offered prizes of horses and blankets to any one who would read his signs. Itut one day a stranKe youth come to the lodge and offered to read the sIkiis If the Big Chief would Kraut him any wish he asked. So the Chief aKreetl and led the youth to Ills lodKO. He Raxed Ioiik nntl earnestly at the slKns on the wall. CIosIiik his eyes, and with hand iiiovIuk mysteriously In the air. he read all the symbols. The Chief pulled his scalp-lock In dismay, hut asked the youth what boon he wished. Give me. . Great Chief, the young man cried. the power to make others happy and to tench them well. Ills wish was granted, and now through the whole cycle or moons he teaches the tribes at Oshkosh and makes them happy. Josephine Henderson Fountain-of-Knowledge” In a pleasant vale secluded, ’mongst the mountains far. far eastward from our great rocks, gray, malestlc. fell a crystal stream of water. When the bright sun danced upon It. shorn- forth myriads of diamonds, and Its voice was purest music like a bell of silver tinkling. At Its foot a mist In the sunlight rose, rainbow-tinted. In the shadow cool, refreshing Always at return of summer, all the tribes of all the nations made a Journey to this fountain: bathed their brows In Its clear waters, bathed their souls In its pure music. And upon the braves and maidens, east this fount a spell of tnngle. for to those whose hearts were open to the Influence of its beauty, much there came of heavenly wisdom, and of deep, life-giving knowledge. And when all the tribes departed, much they pleaded, much besought they, that ihe .Manltou In kindness grant the one great boon they asked him. Itut he could not heed their pleadings, for the boon they asked too great was. The Great Spirit loved the fountain and to part with her he could not. But one morn an Oshkosh warrior gazed on her in all her beauty as her cloudy mists were sparkling In the rosy light of morning. And his prayer ascended upward to the furthest bounds of Heaven, and the mighty spirit heard him. And the silver fountain heard him and Its heart was filled with gladness. Gltchee.Manltou. the Mighty, bent his head in silent sorrow.-—then he gently said. My daughter, go thou with this Oshkosh warrior, henceforward to his people, be a ‘clear fountain of pure knowledge I.o. a maiden stood before him. eyes rclleotlng Heaven's azure, hair like silver mists of morning. I.Ike a oucen she stood before him. stately ns a goddess. And she did the Spirit's bidding, ami she came unto our people- She to us a guiding star is. unto us a fount of knowledge. Frederick R. Clow Keeper-of-the-Lore” Far out on the distant prairie on the plains of Minnesota, dwelt a sober Youth and thoughtful. Soon ambition stirred within him. led him forth to seek much knowledge till at last he came to Oshkosh, there to teach the youthful Nation how to dwell in peace together Here he tells them of the history of the ancient tribes and peoples from the time of man’s creation to the year of nineteen hundred eleven. Kccpr r-of-thc-l.ore we call him. Ellen F. P. Peake Giver-of- Happiness Once upon a time the Great Spirit was very sad. He wandered out Into the forest, trying to And something to cheer him. Here he met a oualnt little child with such a bright, happy face that he was attracted to her. She would be a cure for his sadness, and he took the little maiden to his wigwam. He learned to love her because of her winning and cheering ways. He kept her ami let her live In Ills heart. And because she lived in the heart of the Great Spirit she drew from him still greater kindliness ami strength and justice. After a time when the child had grown Into a slender woman, a distant nation needed the help of the Great Spirit. All Ills helpers Were busy In other lands, and no one was left but the slender maiden whom he loved. The Great Spirit was sad at the thought of losing her but at last he said. You must go to help the Oshkosh nation, and there you will be known ns ’Glver-of-Happiness.' “ 20

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 Earl A. Clemens “Mixer-of-the-Magic-Potions On the second Moor of the Hast Win : In a south room of the Bant Wing; In a room that's filled with odors, filled with stranKe and subtle odors, reigns this noble chief and leader, MIxer-of-the-Maglc—Potions.” of the gases and the fluids that combine In fearful power. Hut In spite of these strange odors; hut In spite of all the dangers that may lurk within these chambers, all the students love to linger—linger here to learn the secrets, learn the secrets and the powers of the elements around them. Timid maids become loss timid; boasting youths become more shy; when to his domain they wander to learn the wherefore and the why. Allison A. Farlf.y W ill-o-the-W isp Among the marshes and lowlands of the hunting-grounds of the Indians. there dwelt a flitting, dancing, ever-moving elf. and It was known as the wlll-o-the-wisp. The Braves and Maidens often came to the marshes and watched with great fascination.—aye. even with terror, the twinkling, flickering elf. Ami many times when they left the marshes they carried with them tales of things.—mysterious, strange, and wise, which they said the wlll-o-tlie-wlsp had told to them. Hut one night the Braves and Maidens came to the marshes in vain, for the wlll-o-the-wisp has disappeared. The Croat Spirit had chosen him to go to the Oshkosh nation and tell to the Braves and Maidens there the wise, strange things he had told before to the hunting-ground children. Today you may find him there. Imparting his tale of mysterious reason and wisdom, and meriting still by Ills quick and telling movements, the name which he gained In the marshes.— The-Wlll-o-the-Wisp. Ellis J. Walker Trainer-of-Youth In the favorite garden of the Spirits sprang a tiny plant. Through liay-suns and Night-suns the plant grew until It was transformed Into a tall, graceful stalk with loveliest foliage and blossoms. From moon to moon It grew, never perishing. All who saw it wondered at Its loveliness; none could name It. Of all the blossoms In the garden, this one did most delight Spirits And they cherished the flower dearl) W that they pondered how they might transform It that mankind might be blessed by its presence. The day came at length when the desires of the Spirits were gratified. By the weeping of a saddened child was the soul of the blossom called forth -transformed Into a kindly Maiden. Unchanging Is she in spirit; In mind zealous and strong. Truly has she Inspired those who have lived In this Nation. To the care of the youths of our Nation has she been commended. Cherished by all Is she. “Tralner-of-Youth. Margaret E. Fisher Giver-of-Health Many moon ago in the land of the Rising Sun. grew a pine tree, straight and beautiful. It was not happy, for it wished to go to help the Indian Nations. One night a great storm arose. The lightning Mashed across the sky and the wind went shrieking through the forest. The Indians withdrew into their wigwams. They said to each other. The Great Spirit Is angry with us.” The stately pine tree bent before the wind, but a mighty blast felled It to the ground. A maiden having the grace, strength, amj beauty of tin- pine tree, sprang from the broken trunk. She Med before the wind to the land of the Setting Sun. There she dwelt among the Oshkosh Nation. She trained all the Braves and the Maidens so that they grew In grace or spirit, and strength of mind and physical beauty. Great was their love for her, ami they called her. Glver-of-llealth.” 22