Washington High School - Little Prexie Yearbook (Washington, PA)

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8 SESAME It was the one you have all called a coward, answered the chief sorrowfully, it was Lone Wolf. He was the bravest of you all. Years later high up on the cliff above the river, medicine men painted the image of the Piasa 'bird where it stands to-day as a monument to the fearless Indian boy, but a still greater monument was erected in the hearts of the Illini Indians who in after years would gather around their camp Hre, to tell their children of the brave Lone Wolf who conquered his fear, and saved his people from destruction. FOUR MINUTES T0 PLAY ' LAURA Bunnoucns WJ UST one thing more, said Coach Williams, as the boys prepared to leave. I want every one of you in bed by ten o'clock. Understand! The boys nodded their assent and filed out of the dressing room. Well, boys, said Bob Collyer, the captain and star full- back of the team, get a good night's rest as we are going into that game to-morrow with the determination to win. We've never beaten Colgate yet, but we are to-morrow. So long. Bob slowly made his way to the fraternity house. Dinner was just being served. He sat down and ate in silence. After he had concluded his meal he went to his room. He shared it with Alec Bowden, a freshman. Alec idolized Bob. It must have been because Bob was such a wonderful football player and the most popular fellow in college. But Alec had one bad fault. He was continually playing pranks. He had been called down more than once by the Profs. Hello, Al, said Bob. How's the boy? Not so bad, replied Alec, just got thrown out of one class to-day. And that was for putting a tack on Prof. Killjoys' seat. Ha, Ha, laughed Bob. Better luck next time. Bob went out into the hall to use the telephone. Please give me 668 operator. Hello, answered a female voice at the other end of the wire. Is Miss Winton in? asked Bob. Just a minute, please, answered the voice at the other end. ,

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SESAME 7 No, said Onatoga, I alone will lure the bird. I am old. I want to die to save my tribe. I love my braves too much to see them killed. As the words of the chief was law they obeyed and all slept with orders to be in their places at dawn. Long before sunrise the next morning the braves could be seen stealing to their places of concealment on the cliff. Each had his bow and arrows. Each was so strong of arm that he could draw the bow string to the lobe of his ear, the bow string that could send an arrow through the heart of a buffalo. Long before the sun was up Onatoga had taken his place upon the cliff. He turned his face towards the west and stood ready to die for his people. No one saw an Indian dressed as a warrior slip softly out of camp. No one saw the same warrior creep slowly along the cliff toward the chief until he was as close as he dared go. He stopped and waited. Not a muscle quivered. He had no fear. He knew what he was going to do. The dawn was slowly breaking. In front stood Laughing Moon's father. At last the screams of the monster were heard up the Mississippi River. It was flying down stream looking for its breakfast. Onatoga heard, but stood unmoved. He would show his people how an Illini Indian could die. The bird came closer and closer and was just dropping its great talons to grasp the old chief when Lone Wolf ffor that was the creep- ing warriorj sprang from the tall grass waving his arms and shouting. His bright red blanket caught the monster's eye. With screams and roars the great bird centered his attack on Lone Wolf, forgetting the sombre figure of the old chief. It settled its great wings, made ready, and swooped at the young ndian. A hundred poisoned arrows sped on their way, most of them piercing the scaly monster. With thunderous screams and roars, terrible to hear, the bird fell on the side of the cliff and rolled down into the water of the Mississippi. Several poisoned arrows found their way into the body of the brave young Indian. He, too, plunged down the cliff where his heart's blood mingled with that of the great bird, and stained the water of the stream a vivid hue. The other braves rushed from their place of concealment. Who was he, they cried. Who wore the bright blanket and saved Onatoga's life?

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SESAME 9 Jane, oh, Jane ! she called, telephone All rightie, be there in a second, answered Jane. She came down stairs and sat down at the telephone. Hello, she said. Hello, Jane, this is Bob. I won't be able to get over to- night, but I have a ticket for a reserved seat in the first row. I'll send it over with Alec. All right? Yes, and thanks very much. I wish you the best of luck in the game to-morrow, said Jane. Thanks, we may need it. Say, Jane, may I take you to the football dance to-morrow night? asked Bob. You may if you win, said Jane. All right, I'll fight with all my might. Good-night. Good-night, said Jane. Bob replaced the receiver on the hook and went back to his room. It was just 9 o'clock, but he went to bed as Alec had gone out and there was nothing to do. It was 9:30 the next morning when Bob arose. The game was scheduled for 3 o'elock. Alec had gone to his 8 o'clock class and had not yet returned. Bob dressed and went down to eat his breakfast. He had just finished eating when the mailman arrived. In the mail was a box from home for him. He took the box and went to his room. He had just started to open it when he saw a note under his door. He ran to the door and opened it. Just then some one ran through the front hall and slammed the front door as they went out. Bob stepped out on the front porch and looked around, but all he saw was a man of about middle age standing across the street staring very hard at the house. Bob thought nothing of this, but just as he was about to enter the house he heard some one say: I say there, brother, do you happen to know whether the captain of Fordham's team is in? Bob looked the man over and then said: Yes, he is. I am the captain. Well, now, this is what I call luck. How about a hun- dred dollars for a lame leg in the game ? said the stranger. What! exclaimed Bob, why you dirty scoundrel, get out of here as fast as you know how and don't ever let me see you near this house again! ' The man fairly flew down the steps and down the street. Bob returned to his room and finished opening his box when he happened to remember the note. It was still lying on the