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

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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

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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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Mildred A. Coffman ”Quaint-of-Manner” In (lio roll Ion whonoe the warm South Win.I .loth blow, ami wliore there Im continual spring time. lived a thoughtful maiden. Sin wan not Ilk. other children: II w« her wont to sit quietly by ami thoughtfully watch tin children play In time she came to understand them won.Irons well. Then she heard a rail from the Northward.— Come unto us. Maiden wise, our children need your help. And for days she travelled, borne on by her friend (he South wind. At last she came t« u strange city of monstrous si . and here she found that she was sorely needed. Hard she worked, and each night, shadows brought her a message that the Spirit was pleased. One night all was silent, and as she waited listening, she fell Into a deep sleep. When she awakened she found herself In an upper chamber of a mighty Council House Here her life Is peaceful and secluded, but she loves to tell of the people to the southward among whom she has labored. R. E. GRUENHAGEN “Hit-the-Nail-on-the-Head” Some little Indians are had little Indiana. Tills Chief when be was a boy was one of that kind. He did not wish to be civilized. Barefooted, lie hunted and tlslicl. He. heeded not the councils. Misfortune overlook him and he was sent away to learn wisdom He went to big schools. One was .-ailed the Oslikosh High. Another one was the University of Wisconsin. There he learned to understand the big black engines. Ugh’ how greasy and black he used to get. but he did not care; he was not vet civilized. Many winters passed liy. The young Brave Iwid grown to be u big warrior. Chief “Hit-the-Nall-On-the-Head lie was called: for many things he could fashion out of wood. He could drive the nail straight and true, wherefore lie was called to teach others his secrets. He found his way to the Tribes of Oshkosh. Now he wanders among the Braves and Maidens, teaching them much wisdom. Now Is he civilized Myrtle Holmes ’Star-Beautiful” One a beautiful star came to earth. For a long time it had watched the endeavors and weak strivings of the Braves and Maidens after knowledge It said I love these Indian people and I shall go down and live with them and try to help them. So one night the star shot down, down and entered an upper chamber of the Great Found! Hall. Here the Braves and Maidens found her. They called her Star-Beautiful. and great was their love for her. When the Maidens ami Braves were tired from their labors they ascended to the lodge of Star Beautiful. and her sweet, beaming face and spirit thrilled them with new hope. Slowly departing they often wondered and •mentioned. How did we live before «»tir ‘Stur-Bcautlful came? Mrs. Mabel Riordan Cheerful-Solver-of-All-Questions” In a small tepee adjoining the lodge of the High Chief. Keeper-of-the-Paths-of-Men. lives she that answereth all things. She did not always live In this small tepee. When a little child she wandered happy and care free This little girl had one hud habit. She wanted to know everything. She bothered the warriors when they were smoking their peace pipe In their councils. She bothered tile women with her •im-stlous When they were cooking their lords supper. One day she wandered Into the woods On the mossy ground she saw an old chief sleeping. Her mind was full of questions; she woke the old chief to ask the questions of him. He was very angry and black, thunderous looks overspread Ills face Much frightened, she started to run away, but the htg chief caught her. crying. Why have you wakened me from my winter slumbers to ask those foolish questions? You shall he punished. Kverywhere you go. shall questions be asked of yon that shall make you weary and sick at heart, hut you must cheerfully answer them, no matter wtiat they may be. -JX