Bloomington High School, The Gothic, 1912, Page 47

Description:	gers were numb and sat down to warm them. SuddenlyEbenezer started and exclaimed:Did you hear that noise, Truth? Do you suppose itcould be that Christmas man Mrs. Ferrington told usabout?May be it is, come on and well see. Be careful now.If you make noises and fall, Eben, youll scare him away.You know hes never been here before, cautioned his sister.The children crept slowly up to the place that the noisecame from and peeped from behind some underbrush. Thesight that they saw was far from what they had expected.There, seated upon the ground, was a circle of Indians,arrayed in their best war paint. Tomahawks, guns, arrows,hatchets, and knives were very prominent. The Indianchiefs were talking excitedly with one man, whom Truthrecognized as one of the Indians who had been seen aroundthe village lately.Instantly Truth grasped the situation. She grabbedEben by the hand and, discarding the cranberries, flewnoiselessly for the gates. The Fates favored them. Ebendid not fall, and the Indians did not see them.Once within the town, the story was quickly told andthe gates fastened and everything made ready for the at-tack. The Indians were met by armed men, and, seeingtheir plan had failed, soon withdrew. Truth and Ebenezerwere the heroes of the settlement, and all kinds of goodthings were showered upon them, which Ebenezer remarkedmade it almost as good as a real Christmas with a little firtree all dressed up.MAUDE VOS, 13.The Good SamaritanThe stone which the builders rejected, the same was made the head of the corner.-Mark 12:10.The Seniors in our dear High SchoolAre very proud and bright;They sling it oer us Freshmen kids,They think they know a sight.And so one day themselves they tookInto a room apart;They thought theyd print an annual book,They thought twould be a lark.And they told it far and near,That they would print a book,And never once thought of the cost,Or of the pains it took.We Freshmen had no hand in this-Though numbered by the scores-They seemed to think us little folksThat knew no more than doors.But something happened one fine morn,That cheered each lad and maid;The Seniors came into the roomAnd humbly asked for aid.We quickly gave our kind consent:-The Freshmen now they bless;For hand in hand, weve worked along.The Gothics gone to press.MAE SEWARD, 15.Page Forty-seven
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