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

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Nellif. A. Smith “Revealer-of -Nature’s-Beauties” In the Hweot. silent woodland. cIoko beside a bubbling spring. there grew a slender. graceful flower, It petals were of such sweetness that they perfumed all the forest, until the braves who roamed within It wondered whence came all the sweetness wafted to tlielr nostrils. They found the llower In Its tender grave and beauty, brightening all that grew around It. making all the forest sweeter and more fragrant. They marveled how It changed Its surroundings and showed In them beauty where there had been no beauty before. All too gracious It seemed, simply to adorn the forest. Far away there was a Nation which stood In need of one to help It see the beauties of nature. So the Mower drooped and faded, but In Its place there stood a kindly, gentle lady, and she was sent unto the Nation’s lodges, where still she teaches beauties of the wood and valley to the Youths and Maidens. r Ruth G. Bagley “Preserver-of-the-Mother-Tongue” In the Hast I .and dwelt a Malden whom the Spirits smiled upon. So gifted was she that the Great Spirit decreed that she should some day be a helper In a favored Nation That she might become wise through experience. the Spirits made her to dwell In the regions of the homos of all the great Winds. In the lands of the Sunshine and of the North Wind. In the homes of the Ktslng and the Setting Suns—In all has she known habitation Hut the Great Spirit found that he needed her most In this. Ills beloved of Nations. Here he directed her that she might teach the Braves and the Maidens of the language of their Fathers. Much they wonder at her knowledge. Kven In the languages of the Ancients Is she versed and through them does she teach the Nation of the language they now speak. She Is ever known to them as. Preserver-of-the-Mother-Tongue. r Pauline Bromberg Breath-of-the-Winds So blithe and mlrthsonie was one of the wood spirits in the far-off land of the Bostons that she was called the Breath of the Winds. Gentle was she as the breeze that ripple the trout streams In summer, and light as the quivering aspen that sways 'neath the weight of the wren-bird. All day long she danced In the quiet woodland to the music of the song birds and the sighing winds. The Great Chief of the Oshkosh Nation heard of this sprite and sent the eagle to bring her to him Now the Breath of the Winds teaches the Maidens of his Nation the dances and grace-giving movements known to the wood sprite . Daisy I. Harner “Our-Daisy” Far. far to the westward In a quietly smiling meadow, grew a lovely, tender Daisy. Gold was her heart as the summer sunshine, and her petals were white ns the snows of winter. As she nodded In the sunlight and the breezes’ soft caresses, she turned ever longingly toward tlx- habitations of men. standing at the edge of her meadow She watched the maidens a they ground the golden grain to dust and prepared food for their chieftains, and she envied them their labors. Then one day a warrior chieftain espied her there, plucked her and took her with him to a land far distant to the pleasant land of Oshkosh. This, he said, will keep the sunshine In my wigwam all the long dark winter. But a great change came over her as she entered the wigwam. Behold, then, our Daisy, a lovely woman with golden hair and fair face, knowing all the secrets and the magic of tlx arts we call domestic. Bver now she dwelt among these strangers and all the maidens of the nation learned of the secrets of home-making. -’4

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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

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Frank A. Ferguson Interpreter-of -Nature's-Wonders” Far to the Hast ward. across the waters of l.ake Michigan, on the top of a high hill, stood nil oak tree so tall that Its hlKhest branches pierced the clouds Looking downward he saw nil tlte actions of men. so that no secret was hidden from him He had no fear of the lightning, the thunder, the rain, the wind or the Hoods, for he knew what caused them. Often he hunted to tell these secrets to men that they too might not be afraid; but he had no voice, no speech, that they might understand. This oak tree was lonely, for he had ...mpanlon near hint, and although Ills mind was busy pondering over the laws of nature, still he longed for comradeship and friendship. One day. on looking downward, near his roots lie saw a blossom. Just a tiny little blossom on a sprig of mountain laurel. Sweetly smiled she then, and bravely, and his heart grew warm within him. and he said, Dainty lady, cling to me. for I am stronger, and here on this lonely hilltop, sharp you'll find the wind and chilly. So she clung to the friendly oak tree, and thus supported, grew so sturdy that ere long, by standing upright she could touch Ills lowest branches. .Many more moons passed over these friends happily, for they found much pleasure In the presence and the converse of each other. She would tell him lovely legends of the birds and Mowers and children, and when weary, she would listen to his wondrous tales of force, tales of heat and of light. The Great Spirit, fondly listening, said, I have no right to keep them from the sphere of men and women who shall profit by their knowledge. He sent them here to tell us all their tales of truth and beauty. Alkida J. Pieters “Tcller-of-the-Legends Once upon a lime. In a village of the great .Mh-hlgnu nation, there lived a wonderful maiden. The rains came and went, and then the snows, and this maiden grew as straight and tall as the Indian maize. Her greatest delight was In sitting for hours at the feet of the old men of the tribe, listening to the tales they told. Then she was known as the Legend Lover. When she hnd learned all of her own tribal lore, she visited, first the Hope nation, and then the village of the Downers. Soon their talcs also had become hers. Back towards the Uising Sun she went to the wigwam of Ann Arbor Again the rains and snows came and went and The legend l.over was called Teller of the Legends because she knew the tales of all tribes and nations. Now she dwells with the Oshkosh nation and Imparts to our young brave and maidens the wonderful lore. Lucy A. Potter The-Bright-Star-Maiden When the descending golden Sun. like an ember front the camp fin- of the spirits long departed, fell Into the western water:—-when the glory of the sunsol slowly changed to purple twilight and the shades of darkness softly crept around the trees and grasses, tin n. through screens of sighing branches ami across the darkening waters, came the Oshkosh braves all weary from the day of hunt and llshlitg; came to rest then near their lodges In the bright warmth of their comp fires. They watched the stars come peeping, one by one. from out the darkness, little Spirit I gimps. to light them to the Island of the Blessed. But they watched one star most often, for Its bright ness ami Its gleaming seemed more kindly than the others. Sueli a softness seemed within It that the llc.l Men wished It nearer, each night looked for It with longing, wondered at Its gleaming beautv. One night. While the Braves were resting, lying Just outside their lodges, lb! what wonder enme upon them, when they saw their star descending! Slow descending to their camp Area And. within the lodge, a Malden, bright and gleaming as the star was. fair of face, of kindly manner, stood and asked of them a welcome! She had left her home and comrades In the Star Land of the heavens, to be with the Oshkosh Nation and to aid and ••beer Its warriors. Thus the Braves were made most happy, now their Bright Star was among them. Jennie G. Marvin “She-of-ihe-Voice-that’Pleaseth In the region where the land Is one great garden, a tangle of flowers and fruit trees, watered by scores of sweetly murmuring streams, the Great Spirit loves to ramble and revel In the beauties be lias erented. One day he stood musing Idly, gazing Into the depths of a stream that glided along so smoothly that the blue of the sky lay there undisturbed. Gradually he became aware of a low voice, not unlike musle. that at Intervals repeated. Ye shall pass, for ye are worthy. This expression of authority caused him to smile In Ills musing, for who dared to speak thus In his domain? He followed the stream some distance, and the low voice grew over more distinct At last hr paused at a sheltered, cool grotto, where a small opening In the wall let forth a steady stream of crystalline waters. While the Great Spirit paused In wonder at this beauty In Its seclusion, and at the mist that hovered over It. he heard the voice again. Only when I have tested your work and strength do I send you theme. No more are you guarded hi seclusion when Into that channel you llow. This care for that which added so much to the beauty of this creation, pleased the Great Spirit so that he gave form to that voice, and sent the fair maiden to his favorite people, the Oshkosh nation. Here each tenth moon, at her compliance, a happy band |»uves the Training Department for the Itcalin of the Normals. 5