Winamac High School - Totem Yearbook (Winamac, IN)

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20 THE TOTEM

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THE TOTEM 19 JUNIOR CLASS PLAY. ■■ Muldoon ' s Blunders, a force in three ' acts, was presented by the Junior class Thursday evening, .Jan. 12. at the opera house ' . Although this was the iirst attempt of the Juniors in the thespian arts, a laige audience joined in commendation of the work of each character. The play was a success from every standpoint, and when the same class gives its final Eigh School play next year, all may expect an evening of pleasure and pi otit. Sterling Hedges and Warren Man- ders carried the house with their Dutch and Irish jokes. Beatrice Hedges won everyone by a practical joke on her father. The count and Juliana did themselves honor also. Widen MeGreevy did fine and Harry Parrott made a good preacher. Toby Twilight will become a future John- son if he keeps in practice. A large part of the success Avas due to the ability of Mr. Spencer, who trained the cast. The proceeds were $101. which was paid on the piano debt ami the library fund. POPULAR SONGS AMONG THE JUNIORS. One of the late parties was given March 23 at the home of Miss Laura N . where the faculty and Junior class gathered for one of the best social affairs of the year. One of the many events of the evening was the auction of bundles which con- tained prizes. M. .M. Gone But Not Forgotten. .1. W. — Happy is the Miller. A. II. (all Me l ' p Some Rainy Afternoon. V. T.— Walk Right In. Turn Around Walk Walk Right Out Again. K. M. — Nappanee. P. M.— Pass Dai Possum. H. J. — It Looks Like Rain. M. H— Don ' t Be an Old Maid, Marjorie. B. H.— Cutie. W. J.— Mary ' s a Grand Old Name C. L. — Let Bygones Be Bygone?. V. D.— That ' s What They All Say. S. H. — Heine Waltz Around on His Hickory Limb. H. P.— It ' s Great to be an Actor. L. N.— He ' s Nothing to Me. F. H.— I Have Gol Another One. B. M.— When We Die M-A-double R-i-e-d. C. D— Wait Till Berry Time. E. L. — You Going Down My Way. ' F. M— Take Me Out for a Joy Ride. R. K. — Where Were You Last Night ? E. S.— Gee, Ain ' t 1 (Had I ' m Home. K. II.— Don ' t Cry, Katie Dear. Gessiram Gessirit Gessiramus ( ressiris. Teacher — Guess again. Mr. Kinnick says he has a lawyer ' s hair. How about it? Warren Manders, our class presi- dent, qui! school and Vern Taylor was elected president in bis place.

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THE TOTEM 21 THE WIND KNOWS IT ALL The prairie stretched out before him in an unbroken plain. Milts and miles away toward the horizon be eould see a long dark line which he knew to be the great forest, and be- yond the dark forest Little Hawk knew tli.it Silver Bell and Singing Bird were awaiting his return in their little log cabin. The wind arose and blew playfully around Little Hawk and aroused him from his meditations. ••Heap far to go tonight, he mut- tered in broken English, looking down at some object at his feet, that was nearly covered by the long prairie grass. It was bis pony — one of its lens was broken and an arrow stuck in its heart. The unfortunate beast had stepped into a gopher hole and had broken its leg; its owner had pat an end to its suffering with the kind but fateful arrow. The sun went down and with the daikness came the night chill. Little Hawk drew his buckskins closely about him. lifted a bag containing provisions from the ground to his shoulders, and set out with a nois: ' - less step in the direction of the dusky line on the horizon. Over the great forest the wind shrieked and shook the great oaks and pines as if they had been the merest saplings. It flew from the forest to a little cabin in the clearing, and flung itself with such terrible force against the unshuttered win- dows that the inmates of the cabin were aroused from their sleep and I he cry of an infant arose from with- in. A light soon shone in the window and an Indian mother could be dis- cerned in the pale radiance rocking a baby in a. crude cradle. The wind was not the only one who peeped through the window and saw the mother croning to her babe. A weary traveler looked through the window and the bright tire in the fireplace seemed to beckon to him. The wind whistled rudely in his ears and a feeling akin to homesickness came over him. The Indian woman ceased roeking the cradle and listened when the door rattled. Could it be someone knock- ing 1 ? No; it was surely but the wind. But the knock came again, loudly and more imperatively than before. Maybe Little Hawk come back. the woman said, so she arose and opened the (h or. But no; it was uot Little Hawk. A stranger, dressed in Indian garments, stood on the thresh- old ami coarse black hair hung down to his shoulders; but for all that face wa.s as refined as that of a white man. and when be spoke he employed the purest id ' English. Good woman, mav I spend the nighl here . ' ' he asked. Silver Bell she no make nobody g ' way. ' the squaw replied, open-