Victory Township High School - Echo Yearbook (Roanoke, IL)

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ECI-I0 4 An Indian Tragedy One evening I went to bed early and for some time lay awake. My thoughts wandered to stories of pirates, gypsies and Indians. It seemed that I hadn't been in bed long when I heard voices in the hall. They seemed to come closer while I listened. Straining my ears and listening very intently I could make out what one was saying. In a rough voice of a man one exclaimed, Well, I think the best way is to have Jim and Hank guard the east windows while Bill and I go in by the door. We 'll be sure to get her that way, and with no trouble in disturbing neighbors. Gee ll but I was scared. I did not know if the her they referred to, meant me, but I was inclined to think it did. I knew it would be foolish to scream because my folks were all gone and the nearest neighbors were over a quarter of a mile away, so I did not make a move but thought quickly. Would it be possible to hide from them? I asked myself. Almost immediately I thought of the cedar chest near my bed and slipping silently out of bed I managed to lift the lid of the chest and crawl in. I then arranged the clothes and articles on top of me so as to appear natural. V I never imagined it would be so hot in there, but I succeeded in lying as still as a mouse for a while that seemed like centuries to me while the footsteps and voices came nearer and nearer. In a short time the footsteps were by my door. Suffocating ,from heat and the close air in the chest, I could stand it no longer so quickly pushing the lid up an inch or two I peeped out, but not for long, for there in the doorway stood a real Indian. Fortunately he had not seen me, and I slipped quietly back. Soon the footsteps of a second Indian were heard in the room and the door of my closet was opened as one of them said, I'd like to know where she went. You look under the bed once more, while I look behind the dressing table. Gee! I was glad I hadn't gone under the bed, which had really been my first impulse to do. All of a sudden, some one came over in the direction ofthe cedar chest. My heart beat in thumps and so loudly that I was just sure he heard it, while he slowly lifted the lid. I-Ie threw the clothes aside, and I was discovered all crumpled up in a corner of the chest. He called for the other Indian and they both tried to pull me out of -the chest. One gave me a jerk especially severe and I jumped up .... awoke .... , to find, not Indians but my sister pulling me out of bed and telling me that she had called me just seventeen times. Fanny Beer Trip to Granville On -Tuesday, September 29th, the Senior class with our class advisor, Miss Moore, and Mr. and Mrs. Blue, motored to Granville to visit their high school. The purpose of this trip was to find out what other schools are doing, and also to get ideas for our memorial in the spring. PAGE FORTY- EIGHT

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R. V. H. S. A small black, bent figure with a bundle in her arms came struggling down the street and a crazy, bristling, flashing streak of brown tearing madly after. The boys saw. and understood, theniwith the cry, 'tMad Dog! Mad Dog, every one dashed for the school building, for the fate of one bitten by that foaming object would perhaps be worse than death. The woman staggered on, when oh li what was that? A lad, small and quivering stood in the immediate path of the crazy animal. In his hands was a baseball bat! Such a pitifully weak weapon against that raging madness! Just a few seconds more and those terrible teeth .... the boy's figure straightened, quivered, then for a second was still with the bat poised as it landed above the eyes and on the head of the dog. The infuriated animal made one last mad dash for its victim, but as the boy dodged quickly, the dog fell on the payement dead. Alan Thors lay crumpled beside it. His strength seemed to have gone from him. Suddenly conscious of many eyes fixed on him, Alan stirred, saw, and with a. great effort stood. Then with flashing, unafraid defiant eyes turned on the throng, he exclaimed. If not being a 'sissy' is doing what every one of you fellows did when you saw that terrible fateapproaching a helpless woman and baby, then I for one, thank God he made me a sissy. The boys ashamed, hung their heads. Ada Moser A Deed of Kindness The cold northwind was blowing, The sky was dull and gray, The snowflakes, too, were dying, On this cold wintry day. But yet in the midst of the storm, By the woods just o'er the lea, A poor little bird was sheltered, In a branch of an evergreen tree. 'Twas a welcome home for the bird, ' When the other trees were bare, As he was nearly blinded, By the snowflakes in the air. And 'twas a deed of kindness, The little tree could do, To give the wandering bird a home While the merciless northwind blew. Fanny Beer PAGE FORTY -SEVEN

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R. V. H. S. As we approached, we were impressed by the external appearance of the building, and the beautiful grounds with impressive gateways, pergolas, and historical markers. Upon entering the building, we noticed that the broad halls on both floors had been utilized for the museum collections. Many pic- tures, all copies of famous masterpices, cover the walls. Many of these are small reproductions of famous paintings sent out by the art museum of Chicago. Perhaps the most interesting pictures are those of the Sir Galahad Series in colors. There are copies of the famous original paintings in the Boston Public Library. The most interesting features to us, however, were the collections of stat- uary, ranging in price from fifty dollars to four hundred dollars. Among these are life-sized statues of Lincoln, Washington, and Roosevelt, equestrian and other statues of Indian life, including Black Hawk 5 and also many plaques and busts. . , After our visit to the building, we went to the park to eat our lnuch of fried chicken, pickles, olives, cake, fruit and everything else good to eat. Editor Hawthorne was so kind as to bring us a bucket of water, as the drink- ing fountain was out of order. After lunch we drove out to the Hopkins farm to see the deer, elk, and buffalo, and then started for home. Granville is one of the show places of the state, and our visit proved to be a great success, as we brought many new ideas back with us. If all the people of Granville are as hospitable as Principal Inman and Editor Haw- thorne, we say, Nine rahs for Granville! - ,X I ,ff V 4, I if TK ji yr! I U v.,-1,17-pgyff NZftlf'q,t-,cf-tn., I I ' f E. f fi . fi 4 1 T.xy1fi.fl,'L,4...--v li' Kia 1 Q-sfsfhlx VL4-44I'i..f'f'4 ' A f 1 I X Q- vf-061,416 AM- ,J 51,11 ,4,Q,14.,fc...,V' . WCW 6 K W, A Q - A ff 4 L! L.. lf: 1, - L . s.- 7 LQ., M .4 VI- l,,Q 7' Z 5 f , Q 5 e ' ' N... 7 ,. y ' - f' ' , -eff V 1-f ., -1' 1' xi . L-fx r , , 'Q .. s ' If ' 1 XLI' U tu' Q R ' iff' A gk 1 . U- X ,y Y yt, ' P It.. 4 4 ff - V ,..,,. .. . , ,f 1:4 ce ' .A L, Agggpl 1 i.. X 3 ,ff-5 ,Q ' 1 K o' mf V g, - ' , P A! ,S H L YI v- 'X 1 X A . rawxjxjlp Alkk f. . N X in i x,.,k, Ig.. fir., 4, 4, , . 9 K 8 I, Kd V, 7. VL Vi L 4 1 X UN L X.. , f I ,, ,514 'Lf Eff-f LQ- A-.. g ,, J! , X PAGE FORTY-NINE