2
The CHEMAWA AMERICAN
4 Chemawa
AAAAA>
o
►
►►►►
►
▼▼▼▼▼▼
A tri-weekly paper devoted to Indian education. Published and printed on every third
Friday during the school year by the students of the Chemawa Vocational School,
Chemawa, Oregon
REPORTERS
W ilm a Adam s, Josephine Ju n e a u , M atilda Socula, A gnes S kahan, V erna R iggs, M ary Black,
A nn P lasteu r, M arie Pulsifer, Hazel LaC lair, Rose Seym ore, Barbara W hitelaw , D orothy H a y
w ard, F lorence Booth, M ajorie W ynn.
P aul T, J ackson
R osalind F. C ruise
Superintendent
Journalism Class
A
y
R obert T homas
J ohn D ecker
Manager and Printer
Student Foreman
----- E D IT O R IA L -----
Music to various people is a beautiful art. It brings to the worlds enjoyment,
happiness,, pleasure and if it were possible it would bring peace also.
Have you ever watched a musician as he played? Can you catch the rythmic
sparkle in his eyes? When a musician plays, he is altogether a different person;
gone are his troubles and worries and in its place there is a peaceful feeling. His
music is so full and beautiful because all his feelings are drawn into it without his
knowledge. To the listener, sweet music gives an atmosphere a feeling of peace
and tranquility. It brings happiness or sadness depending on the sort of music being
played. Music, is then something in the way, a blessing to the people of the world.
Without it, the earth would be a sad destination for us. It would also be a rather
dead place to live in.
So it would seem that we should appreciate music when we hear it. There are
of course several types of music but the one that we care to listen to, should not be
the o ly kind. It would be more enjoyable to have more than one type of music
to listen to. Music is not then only a beautiful art but it also brings happiness and
peace to the individuals.
— F lorence B ooth
Be courteous at all times—this is one of the Girl Scout rules that can be ob
served by everyone. Courtesy is a characteristic that is always admired. We are
judged by the impressions we create in the minds of people when we meet them
for the first time. If we are polite, a good opinion of us is formed; discourtesy
causes one to be ill thought of. Often we become thoughtless and accept favors
with out returning them. We can show our appreciation in many different ways.
When a person is in his own home he seems to take every thing for granted. This
should not be, for courtesy should be shown everywhere. Now in this school of ours,
we meet and become acquainted with all kinds of people. By our courtesy, let us
leave with them a very high opinion of us.
—V ern a R iggs
Even though your enthusiastic campaign for self reform didn’t “ pan out” there
is no cause to disregard all of those much needed resolutions you planned.
If you are in doubt about whether to give up until next New Year or to try
again, merely stop and consider the relation of improving oneself to that old adage,
“ A stitch in time saves nine.” Don’t think that if your character is faulty now
that fault will be easier to curb next New Years resolutions for you sincerely know
it won’t.
Then let’s refrain, hereafter, from limiting our resolves for improvement to the
beginning of a New Year. Make an attempt throughout the year to succeed in
keeping resolutions that will develop a good character.
—B arbara W h itela w
By Marjorie Wynne
The last traces of sunset vanished be
hind a distant range of mountains, leav
ing the world enveloped in deep twilight
shadows.
The small mountain spring bubbling
out of a rock seemed to be rather troubled.
It kept up its persistent mumbling and
grumbling.
The three horses I had brought to
water drank eagerly of the cold little
mountain spring after being tethered all
day in small patches of grass on the
mountain.
I stood on an old putred stump and
gazed down into the canyons and valleys
far below me. It was a moment of per
fect solitude to me.
As the crescent moon cast down sil
very beams of its borrowed lights the
shadows grew deeper and more intense.
Caught in the spell of the calm evening
my imagination began to wander. I
was in a different world,, in a world of
my own making. As I stood thus the
pleasnt serenity was broken by a weird
laughter-like sound. Snorting loudly
the horses moved away from the water-
hole. Again the eery sound pierced
the air. To me it was nearer, some place
up the trail that led to the rim rock.
Possessed with fright I was unusually
quick in finding my way back to camp
Gn arriving back I seemed to have
caused a great deal of awe and disbelief.
I instantly sensed that something was
wrong. But all he said to me “ Daugh
ter, please don’t stay away from me too
long after the sunset.” It was more as
an entreaty than a command.
It suddenly dawned on me. That
strange weird noise that I heard! No
wonder father was so frightened.
The Indians have a strange super
stition concerning the mountains. They
believe that in the lofty mountains there
dwell what is known as the “ Mountain-
Spirit.” The spirit preys on young
people.
Once a young person falls into the spell
of this uncanny spirit he is unjustly
treated, his body mutilated and distorted
beyond recognition. A young person
falling into this spell cr control of this
mountain spirit was never to be seen
again.
It was this “ Mountain Spirit that I
had heard. I had fled in time.