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

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Mary A. 0'Kf.efe Maiden-with-thc-Eye-that-Spcaketh” In a village «f our nation, near a lake of eineral«l waters , grew a sprig of Shamrock sturdy. The chill winds of Autumn tossed her. the snows of winter covered her. hut when the sun of sprint; broke upon the earth, there stood our little shamrock, taller ami fairer than ever, her head proudly raised. All the other little shamrocks loved her. yet they stood In owe of her. for they said, ller eyes are brighter and her wits are sharper than a re ours, so we Kindly do her bidding. But the mind that knowoth all things In the realm of men and llowers. watched this shamrock closely and concluded she was needed by the neighboring tribe at Oshkosh. Whispered to her words of magic ami at once the lovely shamrock, stood erect, a splendid woman, with a look of power and kindness In her eyes that was sure to win the children, while It checked their heedless actions. Then lie sped with tier to Oshkosh, where she dwelletli still among us. Elizabeth Stevens Fairy-of-Sweet-Messages In the largest ami most beautiful Forest of the Great Spirits' domain, grew many little dowers,—pink, and purple, and coral.—all shades that ■ ould make the world lovely. Now often these llowers were made glad by a tiny golden bird which llew about among them and whispered such beautiful little messages Into their ears that the pink llowers grew more pink, the blue llowers more blue, and they all became more kind and more lovely. But far away there were growing some poor, little human llowers. who had neither beauty nor sweetness, ami the Great Spirit thought to himself. My fairest flowers have beauty and color and loveliness, but my poor little human llowers are neither charming nor kind. I will send the tiny bird that helps my forest dowers to minister to the little human dowers. He changed the tiny bird Into a sweet little lady, called The-Kalry-of-Sweet •Messages.” and sent her to work among his little human dowers. There she whispers still her beautiful messages and makes each young life more kind and lovable. Faye Henley “The-Gift-of-the-Spirits In the wooded land to the eastward, In the homes of a stranger people, roved a good fairy.—the children's friend. She wandered ever about the wigwams and the lodges, wherever the little ones of the tribes were gathered for tlielr frolics. Unhappy was she when from them parted. All her delight was wrapped In the companionship of these children. In comforting the saddened hearts, and making more glad the glad ones. Since she was but a fairy, her chosen companions—though they felt her presence—might never behold her form: but her comrade spirits knew of her charms, knew of her loveliness. And that she might be seen by all. and thus make her heart more Joyous, they of the magic hands transformed her Into the maiden they called The-GIfts-of-the-Spliits. Now Is she one of our nation, to us has she been given: her charges, ns ever, the children. Hut loved Is she by all—by Braves ami Maidens both. The Manltou trusts she may live with our Nation for many moons to come, for she Is the friend of all. r Nettalie Boucher Maiden-with-the-Eyes-ihat-Glow Knrly one morning, many imams ago, when the West wind was blowing over the wigwams of the tribe that dwelt near the banks of sparkling Winnebago, he heard the leaves whispering Itow that tribe had need of someone.— someone, gentle, kind, anil patient, who would help to care for youths and maidens of that tribe near Winnebago. And the Westwind, as he dew. pondered whom to send t«» help these people In their trouble and their need. Suddenly below him. lie saw a spirit, tall ami fair, with eyes of magic beauty, eyes of patience, and of love. Down he flew to see more closely, who this spirit fair might be. And a great rejoicing came upon him when he saw It was the spirit f a slender, browneyed Susan, for In felt that she could help these people In the westland. So he told her of this Westland, and the tribe of troubled warriors, and he made from her a maiden with a kin.I and gentle spirit who agreed to go Into the Westland to the tribe of troubled warriors. And when through the groves of singing pine trees, they saw tier coming, all the shores re-echoed with the cries of Joyous welcome to the “Maldcn-wIth-tlie-Byes-that-Glow.” t

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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

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Gertrude P. Morehart “She-of-the-Work-Just-Begun The Great Splrlt'x work had attain begun. The xliumx of grass and flowers wore beginning to push their way above the thick crust of earth that kept them confined during the long winter. Many times he would have Riven up but for the cheerful and never wearying presence of his youngest and fulresf daughter. I nlly she was with him. and through this constant companionship she became versed In the magic of his wondrous art. Then ns the earth, kissed by the warm sun, grew less obstinate to the demands of the little things crying for liberty, the Great Spirit sought someone to share his burdens. And it was then that he thought of this daughter and put her in charge of some of the work that had just begun. Hut ere long a cry came from his favorite people for some one to help In the second stages of.the work that they had begun. Though loath to part with the daughter most dear to him. yet this nation's needs could not be overlooked. Here she holds sway over flowers renl. and In her heart she is happy. Martha Hinkel “The-Eloquent Not many moons ago. in the sunshine of the South I .and. dwelt she who Is known as The Kloquent. By the side of the greatest of Chieftains and Chiefs did she abide. I'nllke those of her Nation was she In appearance. As fair of skin was she as the fairest of pale-faces; like the silky threads of the malxe were her abundant tresses. Though she was beloved by all. still was she not happy. To the needs of tin- Nations of the North land did she so wish to minister. At length she wandered away from tin- South Isiml. Par to the North did she go. In the Oshkosh Nation a murmur had arisen among the Sachems lamented they that the Maidens and Braves of the Nation knew not how to tell of the deeds of the Istnds In a way commendable to the Spirits. When she. The KloQuent,” heard the call of this Nation, quick was she to respond. To the wants of our Youths and Maidens dl l she hearken. As one of tin- ranks of their sachems has she been numbered these ten moons. Though stern she may seem, yet Is she kindly at heart. With regard that encompasses all does she reign in the sphere she delights In. She has pleased the Spirits In all! Alfred J. Rokhm Master-of-the-Bass-Voice” On the plains of Indiana near the big and shining river, near the river named the Wabash, near the city named Port Wayne, lived the Master of the Bass Voice. Oftentimes he loved to wander far away where he might ponder, where the place was calm ami quiet. Nothing near was there to mock him. nothing near was there to taunt him. and his heart within grew happy. Then lie raised his voice In gladness, sang he till the forest echoed, till It echoed and resounded, till the birds In fear departed, left In haste and naught was with him but the echoes of the forest. Was 1st das? he cried In terror, and the echoes then made answer. I eave. my son. thy life of gladness: yonder northward In Wisconsin in a city known ns Oshkosh, great need have they for a teacher, for a teacher of the strange tongue, thou hast spent much time in learning. I’p arose the Great Bass Singer, heeded well these words of counsel, went at once to seek this city, seek this city In the Northland where his services were needed. There the Youths and Maidens gather round tills great Chief to leurn German. But his voice he still has with him. ami It echoes and re-echoes through tin- nails of Oshkosh Normal. R. E. Manchester “The-Scalp-Taker” It happened that there dwelt In the land of the Mlchlgans a young brave Never could they call him Squaw Man.” for he delighted In manly feats of powers and heroism Among many tribes of the Mlchlgans had he lived, ami versed was he In their methods of warfare. In many battles he fought, gaining the name of Scalp-Taker. Finally lie came to the Oshkosh Tribe to teach her young Braves the arts of war. Now by Ills stratagems. the enemies of Oshkosh are one by one defeated, and the tribe stands as champion of the Wisconslns. 27