Upper Arlington High School - Norwester Yearbook (Upper Arlington, OH)

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ARLINGTON ANNUAL 23 he was going with the speed of the wind. It roared about his ears as the huge half-tamed horse leaped forward. Little Eaglet heard the yells of rage behind him and the thunder of horses’ hoofs sounded loudly in his ears. Fleetfoot rapidly pulled away from the angry Indians, who were following as fast as the feeble rays of light could direct their path. Poor Little Eaglet let the horse take his own pace and sat clinging to the mane, as he was in serious danger of falling. Fainter grew the yells behind him until at last nothing was heard but the noises of the night and the rustling of the wind. Little Eaglet drew a breath of relief and turned the panting Fleetfoot in the direction of his home. Several hours later, just as the sun came creeping out of his blanket of clouds, a tired little figure crept into the Chief's wigwam and fell asleep, 1 leetfoot being safely tied on the outside. 1 here was great rejoicing when Little Eaglet was found and more joy upon being shown the prize horse. Little Eaglet was honored above all men in his tribe ever afterward as one of the bravest, and his name was changed to Ata-hualpa, or Fierce Hawk.’ Miriam Mills. Mr. Jackson: “Do you know the population of Columbus? Cecil: Not all of them, sir; we have lived here only six months. SPRING Oh, Spring, we hail thee with acclaim. And wish you’d stay forever; The children laugh and play and romp. And wish you gone, oh, never! By Marthel Ryan. A SINCERE WISH OF THE EIGHTH GRADE I want to be a Freshman, And with the Freshman stand. A fountain pen within my grasp A notebook in my hand. I wouldn’t be a Junior I wouldn't be a King, I wouldn’t be an emperor For all that wealth can bring. I wouldn’t be a Sophomore And all their praises sing I want to be a Freshman And never do a thing. HE HAD LOST OUT Once each summer the boys of a certain school on the East Side of New York are taken to Coney Island for an outing. The events of the day are a big dinner and a swim in the ocean. A teacher in supervising the swim overheard the following conversation: Gee, Pete, you're dirty! Til tell them, said Pete. Ya see I missed the boat last year. Miss B.: “And what was Nel- Who was the greatest inventor? son 8 farewell address? Pat Pending. Bill Miller: “ Heaven, ma’am.

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22 ARLINGTON ANNUAL THE RIDE OF THE LITTLE EAGLET The Chief sat in council with all his braves. Little Eaglet, the son of the Chief, was missing. Many Indians had been stepping all day through the dark forest in hopes of finding him. Now the crackle of the great pow-wow fire was heard and the sound of deep guttural voices came from the tent. Sometimes the wind would waft the scent of pine logs and peace pipes to the band of squaws dressing deer skins in the center between the tepees. As night began to fall and the supper fires were casting grotesque shadows on the decorated tents, the pow-wow broke up. Braves and warriors returned to their squaws and silently ate the corn, fish and venison prepared for them. The Chief had decided that one day and one night would be spent in search of Little Eaglet. If he were not found prayers to the Great Spirit would be offered and sacrifices made to the Spirit of Falling Waters. In the meanwhile gloom had settled over the camp and until Little Eaglet should return again, it would not be banished. In the Chief's tent sat the Chief with impassive face. Only the quivering of his muscles showed the force of the great emotion. He sat there until the dawn came with its feeble rays of light softly illuminating his stern set features. The day passed slowly, while anxious eyes looked and alert ears listened intently for the running feet of Little Eaglet. As the night drew on the tom-toms began their mournful dirge, accompanied by the funeral dancing and wailing of the warriors for him. Far away Little Eaglet stood, bound as tight as leather thongs would allow. He was cold, hungry, and utterly miserable. The night before he had been fishing for sal- mon, when a band of hideously painted Indians took him prisoner. The next morning they had travelled far, and when they had bound him, he could walk no longer. Cautiously Little Eaglet glanced around the tent to see if some lurking shadow might betray the position of some hidden guard. Then slowly he began straining at his thongs. Inch by inch they grew looser, for they were old and worn; bit by bit Little Eaglet wrenched at his hands until at last, with a violent jerk he freed himself and untied his feet. A peep outside the tent showed the watchfires dim and shadowing. The tired Indians had slumbered while their campfires burned low. Little Eaglet, with his heart in his mouth, tiptoed carefully to the place where the horses were haltered beneath a giant oak tree. He felt their manes and came to one which was very long and silky, unusual in the wiry Indian horses. He had the treasure of the tribe under his hand. Fleetfoot was a horse coveted by the various tribes, yet it seemed that he belonged to no one tribe. A daring scheme came to Little Eaglet. Since no horse was ever so swift as Fleetfoot, why not take him? With trembling hands he untied Fleet-foot’s strap and giving him a little push, stood erect and triumphant, listening for suspicious sounds from the sleeping band. The horses, grown restless by the little figure among them stamped and pawed nervously. Suddenly one of them gave a shrill neigh of alarm. Up jumped the warriors and the camp was in a turmoil. Little Eaglet sprang on Fleetfoot and in fright pounded the big stallion with bare heels. Immediately

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24 ARLINGTON ANNUAL THE GYM EXHIBITION Everyone agreed that they had their money's worth on March 16. The girls made a fine showing in the exercises and marching, while the boys’ long legs enabled them to win over the girls in the races. Dick and Cecil had a severe tussle and Mr. Jones and Mr. Jackson did some swift dodging. Four of the dignified members of the Upper Arlington School put on a clever representation of the Four Horsemen of the Hilltop. The game between the boys and girls was a hot battle and the boys had to fight for their score; the score was I 3-8. We will look forward to a carnival like this next year. QUEEN OF CHRISTMAS The Friday before Christmas the pupils of the Fifth and Sixth grades gave their play. Queen Christmas. in the school gymnasium. The leading characters. King and Queen Christmas, were represented by Jane Ames and Lyman Brownfield. The soloists, Jean Pontius as Snow, Vera Louise Lentz as the Spirit of Love, and Joe Thomas as the Christmas Tree, did exceptionally well. The youngsters of the First grade became very enthusiastic as Russell Wing made his appearance as Santa Claus, and the audience roared at Tim Armstrong, the Chef in the kitchen of King Christmas. The music was furnished by the High School Orchestra. The Toy Orchestra Band lead by Howard Smith, played one selection before the play. HIGH SCHOOL PLAYS At 7:30 P. M. May 4, 1923. the two plays, The Six Who Pass and the Florist Shop, were presented, with Dorothy Francisco as leading character in The Florist Shop and Nash Kelly as leading character in The Six Who Pass. In The Florist Shop, the shop contains a brilliant setting of different kinds of flowers donated by Ludwig, the florist, and the Munk Floral Co. The story is about Maud, an office girl, wfho was fired by Slovsky, the Jew proprietor, because she sent orchids free to a young lady, to make her lover jealous. He in turn bought flowers for her to compete with the unknown man. As this brings one more sale Maud is immediately hired again. I he Six Who Pass had as place, a little boy's kitchen. The story was of a queen who was about to be beheaded for breach of etiquette. She escaped the headsman by hiding in the little boy’s home. In the course of events the four clocks in the castle failed to strike the hour twelve simultaneously, as a result of the headsman neglecting to wind them — hence the queen is spared. Both plays were appreciated by the audience.