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

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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

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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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 May B. Moulton “Picture-Writer” In moons Konr by. our Picture-Writer «ll«l dwell In a city to our Nation adlarent All the tribesmen know that to her bad been given the power of expression by signs. And they arranged with their nearby tribesmen to send her to their Iodises that she mlKhl mingle with them and learn the art In which they were skilled—that of picture-wfitlng. Happy Indeed was the heart of the maiden when she to the neighboring Nation migrated, there with the skillful artists to counterfeit Nature she learned. Birch bark, canvas, parchment—all did they decorate with harmonies of hue an l figure. At length the sachems agreed that she might go forth from their ranks, go to the Nations she loved the most and teach them the arts she had learned. Before she came to our Nation she lived In the Illinois lands. But not many moons had flown mist when She came Into the ranks of our Sachems, came to this, our Nation, to be our Picture-Writer. Hannah M. Cundiff Shc-with-the-Kcy-Fc cling” When the Great Manltou had ceased from his creations, he smiled, for his works were good to look upon. Convinced that all were perfect, he sent word t” all creatures that, should any one of them be dissatisfied with his gifts, let him appear before the Mighty Manltou and make complaint. And he sighed again from pure comfort, for he saw no one before him. But he heard a small voice saying, Oltchce Manltou. the Mighty, grant. I pray you. the boon I ask. Frowning, he looked down upon the slender figure of n Southern Malden, her lovely face uplifted, full of pleuding. full of yearning. And lie said. My fairest daughter, what further boon cans! thou ask? Thou hast now full share of beauty, grace tltou hast In speech and motion, like the birds' your singing voice is and your mind Is keen and powerful. What more can a Malden ask for? But she answered, sobbing, weeping. Grant. I pray you. the key-feeling:” And the Manltou was silent: but the boon she asked was granted. Louise Encking Keepcr-of-theStores-of-Knowledge” In the days when this broad land was one great forest, when the deer roamed unheeded, and the birds poured out their melodies unchecked, a little elf dwelt there unknown and alone. All day long she lllttod about until even the most timed creepers heeded her not. But a time came when she bgan to weary of this care-free life, and to pine for something to do. And then one night when the shadows were fulling and a cricket was disturbing her slumbers, a soft breeze wafted a song very gentle and sweet. Thus it Is that she Interpreted It. Why not read and learn each message that this forest holds for you? Ii was then that with new fervor she began her life once more. The birds and butterflies missed her presence as the days began to wane, while tlic leaves began to murmur because she scanned them so unceasingly. Most minutely she observed the signs and symbols of this great forest, until there was nothing she could not understand. But a calamity overlook this great realm In which she reigned supreme. One night a direful enemy made a visit and turned this happy land Into bleak desolation. Then the white man catne and his heart grew sail to see these valuable leaves Scattered s« ruthlessly. But before he could determine what to do. he heard a weak little wall, half entreating, half commanding. Mighty white man. gather all these leaves together. I long to dwell again among them.” Flensed to have his worry thus dispelled, the good man gathered these leaves and shaped them Into wondrous objects, which he called books;” and to complete his work he put these Into the keeping of this elf. now a fair and stately maiden. In her lodge lined with hooks, now she dwells keen and watchful, and we call her. “Kccper-of-the-Stores-of-K nowledge.” Irene Curtis “The-Sweet-Singer” In the Moon of Leaves, a warrior, striding swiftly through the forest, sharply unused and keenly hearkened to a bird note in the forest A lonely thrush was pouring out Its song of woe and sorrow. Too far had she ventured from the dear home nest and safety, and her voice of wondrous beauty had a note of plaintive sadness. Ashamed that he. a warrior, should be moved by such a small thing, the brave inised his bow. but he did not send the arrow, for behold, he saw before him not the thrush, but a charming maiden. Hair and eyes had she like midnight, lips like the cherries that the sun has warmed to ripeness. And the mighty warrior hidden from the view of this fair Maiden, listened to her song entrancing. Then a longing filled his bosom, for he knew his tribe at Oshkosh needed yet another singer, yet another versed In music, to make glad the council chamber, to make singers of the Youths and Maidens. Boldly he advanced to meet her. to her he made known his longing, and the lovely maiden yielded to his words and looks persuasive. And she left her native prairies. Journeyed with him to Wisconsin, where she dwells In peace among us. 23