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

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 jgu FORERUNNER W E of the Junior tribe of the W I j Oshkosh Nation, direded and inspired by the great Manitou of Wisdom, now offer to you The Quiver of nineteen hundred and eleven. From the choice bark of the tree of knowlege have we shaped it and with thongs of Experience, stanchly and well, have we bound it. Filled it is with our carefully carved arrows of Thought, tipped with the flint of Endeavor. In its symbolical pages may you find our message of loyal good cheer. Before you read its legends, as a token of goodwill, we ask you to smoke with us the pipe of peace. iB E10i 7

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Shadows I walked one night midst the shadows Of the deserted Quiver room. And. lo! a transformation Had taken place in the gloom. Where had formerly stood the tall cupboard. An Indian chief met my gaze. And he was Good to look at The same as in other days. And on either side, near the chieftain. Where Eva and Wanda had worked. Were two little Indian maidens. And smiles in their faces lurked. So long they had searched through the records Of Indian annuals old. That at last they became shy members Of the Indian tribes so bold. But what were those two dark wigwams That were taking form in the gloom? They must have been once the two tables That had graced the Quiver room. And. lo! they were filled with dark maidens And Indian braves so tall. They had once been Quiver Staff members. But now they were Indians all. They were watching a bonfire mighty. Which was burning with fearful flame The tons of rejected write-ups By which they had meant to win fame. Then down through the quiet darkness There floated an object small. It was a completed Quiver. The pictures, the poems, and all. And. slowly it writhed and twisted Until no longer a book. But a wonderful, mystical peacepipe Met my astonished look. And the chief bent over and grasped it And puffed it with solemn grace. Then gave it to each Brave and Maiden, And each took it with smiling face. All the petty troubles and worries Of the months now passed away Were smoked in the soothing peacepipe Which was formed from the Quiver that day. 8