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CHEMAWA DEFEATS FKANKLIN HIGH
Last Wednesday evening enough of Franklin high
school's basketball team arrived here through the sleet
and snow to play a basketball game. The first half,
which ended 7 to 5 against us, was a sad but furious
struggle. Both teams tried their level best to pass the
ball and team-work but only succeeded in staging the
poorest exhibition of basketball ever seen here. But
the second half was as good as the first was bad. The
boys acted like veterans. They zipped the ball here
and there and it always seemed to hit its target. One
could hardly believe it was the same two teams playing.
Our five-man defense kept Franklin pretty well
covered so their close-in shots were rather scarce.
But a couple of their boys had their sights set for the
long ones and thev converted several pretty baskets
from almost the center of the court. While they were
making one of these, comparatively speaking, we
were making two close ones and as a result the game
ended 33 to 22 in our favor. John Marsden was taken
from the game early in the second quarter after scoring
three points for his team and three personal fouls for
feimself. However he managed to register sixteen
«lore points in the second half before the fatal foul
was committed.
Marcus Simmons and Leonard
Vivette scored six points each. Julian Smith accounted
for the other two. The floor work, accurate passing,
and maneuvering that opened up the way to the
baskets, coupled with timely basket shooting was what
shoved our team into the lead early in the second
half never to be threatened again during the game.
After that second half exhibition we entertain hope
of our hoopers rounding into a real basketball team
before the season is over.
This evening our team plays Dallas high at Dallas.
On Friday West Lynn comes here—both boys and
girls. It will be the first time this season for our girls
to romp into action. They have been practicing for
quite some time and are anxious for a contest. Only
one veteran is in the line-up. Margaret Hoptowit
played a running center last year but Mrs. Downie,
the girls’ coach, has placed her at guard to strengthen
that department.
The slenderness of Rose Vines,
The velvet of Flowers,
The gaiety of the Sunbeams,
And the tears of the Mist,
The lightness of a Leaf,
The glance of a Fawn,
The inconsistency of the Wind,
The timidity of the Hare,
The vanity of the Peacock,
The softness of the Swallow’s Throat,
The hardness of the Diamond,
The sweetness of Honey,
The cruelty of the Tiger,
The warmth of Fire,
The chill of Snow,
The chatter of the Jay—and
The cooing of the Dove.
Thus did Twashtri form Woman, after which he
presented her to Man.
Eight days later Owinch came to Twashtri and said,
“My Lord, take this creature from me! She poisons
my existence. She chatters without cessation and
takes up all of my time. She laughs at nothing at all
and is continually complaining and ill!”
Twashtri took the Woman. After awhile the God
again beheld the Man supplicating.
“What is the matter, my son?” asked Twashtri.
“My Lord!” answered Owinch, “My life is solitary
and lonely since I returned to you the Woman creature.
I remember that she sang songs to me, danced for me,
glanced at me from out the corners of her eyes. She
played with me, teased me and clung to me!” Owinch
bowed his head sorrowfully, but Twashtri understood
and returned the Woman to the Man.
Twashtri wanted happiness for these creatures of
his creation, but three moons, only, passed and Owinch
came again, saying, “This creature you gave me causes
me more annoyance than pleasure. I beg you to relieve
me of her.”
Twashtri shook his head. “Not at all,” he replied.
“Take her, go your way and do your best.”
The Man besought piteously, “O, I cannot! I posi
tively cannot live with her!”
And the God queried, smilingly, “Nor without her?”
Owinch sorrowfully bowed his head, “Ah,” he wept,
“Woe is me. Not to be able to live with her nor
without her!”
And this is Life.
CREATION—AN INDIAN LEGEND
LOCAL
Adapted by JAUNITA YOUNG, Sophomore
Dr. Sisco addressed both sessions of our general
assembly in the auditorium last Thursday and gave
most excellent advice to all. He emphasized the im
portance of good manners, a fine address, neat appear
ance, and so forth, calling especial attention to the
lasting value of fine conduct.
It was a fine talk.
At the beginning of Time, Twashtri (God) created
the World—a wonderfully quiet sphere with nothing
moving about upon it. Twashtri was not satisfied
and, to remedy the situation, he created Owinch
<Man), exhausting, in his enthusiasm, all human
materials.
This would never do! Therefore the Great God
fell into profound meditation, lasting many days.
At last he emerged with the solution of his problem.
He took—
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roundness of the Moon,
curves of the Snake,
clinging of climbing Plants,
trembling of Grass,
We regret to report that the death of Mr. E. T. Judd
occurred in Astoria, Oregon, a week ago yesterday
and his remains were interred in a Portland cemetery.
He was 80 years of age and succumbed to an illness
three weeks’ duration. He was the fathar of Miss
Alice Judd, one of our academic teachers, and The
American joins in sympathy for her in her bereave
ment.