THE CHEM A WA AMERICAN
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EAR-EATER, OR HOW THE WILDCAT LOST
HIS SMELL
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after him, and would have murdered him if they
caught him. Ear-eater ran over hills, through creeks,
and at last arrived at a plain. He could hear the deer
coming—closer and closer. He looked back and
could see many deer coming. His wind was getting
short, still he ran. Soon he could hear and almost feel
the breath of the deer. Just a second more and
ear-eater would be caught. Ear-eater gave a sharp
turn, rushed into his master’s camp, and gave him his
diaphragm.
The panther got his strength back,
rushed out and terrified the deer with one ofhisfierce-
est yells. He caught and killed several.
Today no deer will ever fight with a panther. Ear
eater was given good food to eat by the panther, and
the wildcats of today no longer smell. The panther
has his diaphragm—and still gives out his terrible
yells that frighten all animals except the wildcats, for
a certain wildcat named ear-eater, years and years ago,
saved him his diaphragm, which is the power of his
yell, and to this day wildcats and panthers hunt to
gether.
THE TWENTY-THIRD PSALM
We believe that all of our serious students will be
interested in a little sketch of Joseph Addison, great
English scholar, philosopher and writer who was born
in 1672 and who died in 1719. At one time he was a
principal secretary of state under George I of England.
He did not hold the position long, but retired on a
pension $7,500.00 per annum and devoted the remain
der of his life to travel and to writing.
There was something unusually human in his
writings—his evident good nature. Of society, he
he wrote: “There is no society or conversation to be
kept up in the world without good nature or some
thing which must bear its appearance and supply its
place.”
Of himself, Addison says: “I was born to a small
hereditary estate, which, according to the tradition of
the village where it lies, was bounded by the same
hedges and ditches in William the Conqueror’s time
that it is at present, and has been delivered down from
father to son whole and entire, without the loss or
acquisition of a single field or meadow, during the
space of six hundred years.”
He then sets forth a story which ran in his family
that before his birth his mother dreamed that he was
to be a judge, and adds: “Whether this might proceed
from a lawsuit then depending in the family, or my
father’s being a justice of the peace, I cannot determine,
for I am not so vain as to think it presaged any dig
nity that I should arrive at in my future life, though
That was the interpretation which the neighborhood
put upon it. The gravity of my behavior at my very
first appearance in the world seemed to favor my
mother’s dream; for, as she has often told me, I threw
away my rattle before I was two months old and would
not make use of my coral till they had taken away the
bells from it.”
That Addison was by nature a poet and a devout
man is evidenced by his wonderful translation of
David’s Twenty-Third Psalm, one of the most soothing
and satisfying bits of writing in all the world—a truly
immortal psalm. That it had a wonderful appeal for
Addison there can be no doubt, else how could he have
written the following beautiful lines on it?
“The Lord my pasture shall prepare,
And feed me with a shepherd’s care;
His presence shall my wants supply,
And guard me with a watchful eye;
My noonday walks He shall attend.
And all my midnight hours defend.
“When in the sultry glebe I faint,
Or on the thirsty mountain pant;
To fertile vales and dewy meads
My weary, wand’ring steps He leads;
Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow,
Amid the verdant landscape flow.
“Though in the paths of death I tread.
With gloomy horrors overspread,
My steadfast heart shall fear no ill,
For Thou, O Lord, art with me still;
Thy friendly crook shall give me aid,
And guide me through the dreadful shade.
“Though in a bare and rugged way,
Through devious, lonely wilds I stray,
Thy bounty shall my pains beguile,
The barren wilderness shall smile,
With sudden greens and herbage crowned,
And streams shall murmur all around.”
Reliance
The Reliance Literary Society held their first meet
ing of the year in room eleven of the school building
on Friday evening, Oct. 1. Election of officers was
in order. Harry Frost was elected president; Wil
liam Markistum, vice-president; Raymond Jones,
secretary; Jacob Atkins, treasurer; Raymond Haldane,
yell leader; Dewey Matt, sergeant-at-arms. After
speeches from the officers and critic, and songs and
yells, the society adjourned.
Mr. Fisher is advisor for the Reliance Society for
the coming year.
Excelsiors
The Excelsior Literary Society held their first meet
ing on Friday evening, Oct. 1, in room seven of the
school building. Elections were held, the results be
ing:
President, Reggie DePoe; vice-president, Coquelle
Thompson; secretary, Henry Bowker; treasurer, Solo
mon Fleury; yell leader, Walter Metrokin; sergeant-at-
arms, Clifford McLeod.
The president made a short but appropriate speech.
He appointed Peter Rassmussen, Louis Dupuis and
Charles DePoe as a program committee. After a few
songs and yells, and a short talk by the critic, the
society adjourned.