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‘HIGH” LIFE, JANUARY 28, 1921.
“HIGH” LIFE
‘FOR A GREATER G. H. S.”
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EDITORIAL
Parallel reading got my goat!
“Hikers or Pikers—Which?”
No more use for the mid-night oil un
til June.
The rings make ’em feel lots more “Se-
niorfied!” You bet!
Basket ball beats the band. Our girls
have got ’em going!
Pull the shades down—don’t snatch ’em,
they will split sometimes you know! ■
There must be glue on the scholarship
sh.eld! Room 203 loves it like molasses!
Student government! Maybe 'it will
and maybe it won’t. But just give it a
trial.
Great was the commotion around the
school this week. At last the long waited
for Senior signs and pins have arrived.
Not until they arrive did we feel like Se
niors. We now have something to always
remind us that we are Seniors. Dignified
Seniors. Though the class will soon break
up we will always have this little symbol
to bind us together.
voting and with their aid the issue was
carried.
Nothing could have helped more than
the appropriate and very attractive post
ers that were put in the show windows of
all of the leading stores in the city. These
were made by the students of the Junior
High, and the Grammer Schools. Much
credit to the success of the issue must be
given to these for with these posters the
mother was kept before the people at all
times.
THE PATROL OF THE LONE STAR
TRAIL
The Bond Issue
The people of Greensboro have done a
great thing by voting for school Bonds.
We feel that one of the leading men of the
city was right when he said, “this was
the successful outcome of a day’s voting
and means the dawn of a new day.” It
seems that the ladies did a great deal of
Story by a Seventh Grader
Michael O’Halloran, of the Texas Ran
gers, rode his patrol along the Lone Star
Trail. Suddenly a dark form glided out
of the lushes in front of him. Another
came out upon his right, another upon hi,s
left, and still another behind him. The.y
were Indians, hideously painted and hai-i
naked. They closed in upon Mike, and
before he could move they had tied him
securely upon his horse. They led hi.m
about two miles through the woods, untn
they came to a large Indian camp in a
canyon, containing nearly one thousand
Indians.
Mike was taken before an Indian whom
he recognized as Onatwa, or Copperhead,
head chief of the Black Foot Confederacy,
Copperhead, in gutteral English, asked
Mike what he was doing spying on the
Redskins.
‘ ‘ Begorry, and yez pesky Redskins better
turn me loose, and beat it to your reser-,
rations, or I’ll Bend every Mother’s son of
ye to Kingdom Come,” roared Mike,
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struggling with the Indians who led him.
The Indian chief spoke a few words in
the Sioux language to the Indians who led
Mike, and they carried him. to a bush hut
on the outskirts of the camp.
Rumors had been coming in for several
weeks that the Blaekfeet Indians were
contemplating an uprising against the
whites, but the Rangers paid little atten
tion to them. The day before a Ranger
had come in with the news that the Indians
were gathering in force some miles away,
in a canyon on Mike’s patrol, -and -the cap
tain of the Rangers had sent to Austin for
fifty men to help disperse the Indians.
Mike lay in silence for some minutes in
the bush hut, thinking how he might es
cape. He was looking around, trying to
find some way when his eyes lighted on a
sharp stone near him. He rolled over to
this and began sawing the ropes on his
wrist until they were free. He then un
tied his feet. He got up, stretched him
self, -and started to crawd out of the back
of the hut, when he caught sight of a pul
ley and long piece of rope in a corner. He
looked at it a moment, and then ehueklea
gleefull,y. “Begorry, and I’ll be d— if
I don’t do it,” he said to hira.self.
He picked up the pulle.y and rope and
crawled out of the back of the tent. He
crawled to the edge of the woods and then
walked silently to the bluff at one side of
the camp. He climbed a tall tree and tied
one end of the rope to the tree. He made
a noose -at the other end of the rope and
lassoed a tall tree on the other side of the
camp. He took off his coat and, tied it
over his arms, putting the pulley on the
rope, he caught hold of it and slid to the
middle of the rope directly over the camp.
The Indians in the camp helow were run
ning around in every direction, pointing
upward.
“IIo, my brothers,” shouted Mike in a
loud voice, “the Great Spirit desires that
his servants, the Redskins, go hack to their
reservations, and give up this foolishness
about an uprising, or he will Bend the
lightnings down from the heavens and
destroy you,” and Mike, flapped his arms
and coasted on the pulley to the other side
of the canyon and hid in the trees that the
rope was tied to.
In the Indian camp below the Indians
began running wildly to and fro and tear
ing down the tents.
Soon all the Indians had left the camp
and Mike climbed down out of the tree.
For several minutes he rolled about on the
grass, laughing until it seemed he would
burst. After a time he stopped laughing
and went down to the -camp below, where
the Indians had left his horse tied to a
tree. He mounted it and rode back to the
Rangers camp, where he told his captain
about the routing of the Indians.
The captain laughed until tears came in
to his eyes. He sent a man to Austin to
tell the governor of Texas the story of the
dispersing of the Indians and to recall tke
men the captain had ordered to he sent.
Mike was promoted to a captain’s office,
and that was the last attempt of the m-
dians to rise against the whites,
Glenn Holder, 7-A.
“My dear, do you know that every time
you breathe some one dies?”
“Well, I’m sorry, but if I stop I’ll die
myself.”—Ex.