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

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SESAME 15 mary purpose of the expedition was to collect for the Field Museum of Natural History, groups of Asiatic wild animals in- cluding the ibex, oni polis, wapati and in fact every kind of animal of interest to science. This game infests the Tion Sham mountain group, and after much ditficult progress the hunting grounds were at last reached. The hunt itself was probably the most strenuous part of the entire trip. The men rose before daylight and would stalk their game for hours, over mountains, down valleys, across rolling foothills and at last the game was either bagged or lost. Then came the ,trip back to camp either loaded with the burden of the game, or maybe the greater burden of disap- pointment. The hunting party seldom reached the camp until the sun had long been set. Then for the well-earned food and sleep that only real fatigue can fully appreciate. The hunters pushed farther and farther into the big- game territory until finally after seven months of hunting, reached theirngstarting Place in India. ' 't ' They had traveled in country that was marked unexplored on the maps, and returned with their trophies and the thrill of adventure that only experience can-buy. INDIAN SUMMER PERCY MACKAYE One day of beautiful remorse, one day Of husht remembrances or seasons mild Has termagant, mad Autumn, that reviled So late with all his winds and drove away Green-kirtled Summer with her eyes of playg But now he calls her back like a startled child, Back to his knee and through the gold leaves piled Along the woods she rustles on her way. And now the baring oaks and the bare elms Drink to their trunks the unaccustomed heat, The southing blue-bird tacks upon the wing And lights to trill one last remembrancingg And stealthy August, strange with odors sweet, The world with warmth and silence overwhelms.

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14 SESAME rived there it was quite crowded. When the fellows saw Bob coming they cheered as loud as they could. Bob claimed all of Jane's dances and Jane claimed all of Bob's. The evening was half gone. The next dance was a waltz to the tune of Let Me Call You Sweetheart. Bob said to Jane: Let's sit out this one, dear. All right, said Jane as she led the way to the garden. They sat down on a bench beside the fountain. That is, Jane sat down. Bob got down on his knees. He put his hand in his pocket and drew out a small box. He opened it and took out a ring. He took Jane's left hand, and just as he' was ready to slip the ring on her third finger, a voice from behind the bushes said: It won't be long now. BOOK REVIEW CHARLES PHILLIPS EAST of the Sun and West of the Moon is a story of thrilling adventure told by Theodore and Kermit Roosevelt. These two men are the sons of the immortal Theodore Roosevelt, Sr., also a famous big game hunter. The two young Roosevelts had been contemplating an ex- pedition for a long time and when their plans were finally formulated after months of preparation, they set out for Cen- tral Asia. After receiving permits from the various govern- ments they made final preparations for the expedition. The expedition went first to Europe, then to India. From Lahore they scaled the Himalaya mountains into Turkestan. Here started some of their hair-raising experiences. They en- countered every difficulty from climbing mountains, crossing glaciers and fording icy streams and facing biting cold to the other extreme of crossing deserts in sweltering heat. The natives along the way received them with courtesy mingled with degree of curiosity. They had acquired in Paris a quan- tity of gaudy buttons and trinkets to give as presents to the natives. Needless to say, they were highly pleased with the unusual luxury. The party's native guides proved ideal men for the expedition. They were sturdy and courageous and willing workers in every endeavor of the expedition. The pri-

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SESAME soL1LoQUY LORNA A. WOLFF To write or not to write,-that is the question- Whether 'tis better in the end to scribble The talks and lectures of pernicious speakers, Or to take pen against those men of long wind And by ridicule slay them? To write--to think- No moreg and by a thought to say we sooth The headache and the thousand usual pains That we must endure 3-'tis a consolation Hopefully to be desired. To write, to thinkg To think! perhaps to know! ay, there's the rubg For in that thought of fame how great may be The pain we endure so that a speaker May win his crown: there's the respect That makes protoplasm turn to waterg For who can bear the words and jibs of men, The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's ornt'ry, The pangs of false humor, the dry debates, ' The insolence of otlice and the spurns That patient merit of the so-worthy takes When he himself might an address make And earn much applause? who would others bear If thought and speech possess'd a wary charm, So that the fear of no one oil' the stage, Could unannounced descend from empty Air to make us falter, to dull the mind And make us rather say the words we must Than speak the ones that we know to be true? Thus conscience does make heroes of us ally And thus the busy mind of a journalist Is covered o'er with the pale cast of thought, And speeches that are of real worth and merit Are with lagging pens transcribed by us, 'cause We must stop to think on them. '23