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THE VERITIES OF HUMAN CONDUCT
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be defied or ignored. By hanging together they pro
tect each other— their pledge of honor is only to pro
tect fellow scamps. It is hard to say just who is at
fault. Many such are human chameleons, good in the
company of the righteous, but far from it in the com
pany of their own kind.
Our students should know these things, as there is
nothing so baffling as human nature. Man’s great
est enemy is man—often himself. The first precaution
of a young person should be to keep aloof from bad
company and the very appearance of evil. There is
nothing more incongruous than to witness the spectacle
of well-meaning people following wildly and unthink
ingly at the heels of some low-bred scamp wTho is
using them to further his own ends. Do some think
ing for yourself on every proposition and if your con
science tells you it is right you will not need a mob
leader. Keep close to your true friends—listen to
them and thank God that you have them.
LEGEND OF THE FORGET-ME-NOT
By ROLAND BOOTH. Chemawa Student
In a deep, dark forest, near the heart of all wild
ness, there once dwelt, lovingly inseparable, an Indian
maiden and one who had been her lover from early
childhood. Their pure devotion was well known
throughout the haunts of their tribe, as they wan
dered together, day by day, loving all nature because of
the great love that was between them.
One crystal-clear day, as they walked contentedly
through the forest, they came to the shore of a small
lake, in the center of which was an island, blooming
like a garden, with wonderful flowers. How the two
young lovers admired it from the distance and how
like a bouquet it seemed!
The little maiden expressed a wish that she might
reach the isle and pick flowers from the abundance
there, especially did she admire those florets of a
heavenly blue that grew close to the water’s edge.
Her lover was not a strong swimmer and there was no
boat at hand, so he bade her be content without the
island flowers. Such an admonition would ordinarily
have sufficed, but there must have been something
magical about the island, for the maiden continued to
gaze longingly at it.
Seeing his gentle companion in this frame of mind,
the youth made a quick decision. Perhaps he could
last in a swim from shore back to shore! He plunged
into the cool, clear water, and swam to the island.
Reaching it, he hastily gathered a handful of the
heavenly-blue florets and started back to his beloved.
Alas! It was not to be. He had not the endurance
to complete the task he had set himself. His strength
did not last, and within an arm’s reach of the agonized
maiden, he sank beneath the water. But, before he
left her, he called out to his beloved, holding the
flowers at arm’s length, “Forget me not!”
Thus the small blue blossom, the color of the sun
lit sky, received its name.
A NOTE OF APPRECIATION
On Armistice Day our band, under the direction of
Mi. Hermann A. Kunkel, participrted in the parade
in Salem and it is quite evident that they distinguished
themselves to the credit of our school. Mr. Bent ac
companied the band as one of the leading cornetists.
An unusually fine luncheon was served our boys on
the termination of their assignment by the Salem
American Legion Post. All went just splendidly in
every particular.
Just a few days ago a very nice letter was received
by Supt. Lipps from Colonel Carle Abrams of the Salem
Post, as follows:
I wish to express my appreciation and that of the
American Legion of Salem for your appearance and
participation in the parade. It added greatly to our
appearance, and the music was enjoyed by the general
public, both while marching and your music on the
streets afterward. I sincerely hope that you fared well
and reached home safely, and that it wras a pleasant
day for you as w’ell as for us.
The annual Thanksgiving joint meeting of the
Y.M. and Y. W.C. A. was held Sunday afternoon in the
Prostestant chapel, attended by about one hundred
members of the twTo organizations. Aaron Sookum,
president of the Y.M.C.A., presided over the program
which had been well prepared and was a credit to
both organizations. The President’s Proclamation
was read by Dorothy Green. Six boys and girls con
ducted the devotional service, and the discussion
program centered on our reasons for thanksgiving,
personal, national, and group. Special musical num
bers for the afternoon were provided by the Y.M.C.A.
quartet, the Y.W.C.A. chorus, and Aaron Sookum,
who played very beautifully on the double bass the
“Blue Bells of Scotland,” accompanied by Mrs. Tur
ney at the piano. Decorations of autumn fruits and
flowers made an attractive setting for the piogram.