The Normal Star (San Marcos, Tex.), Vol. 9, No. 37, Ed. 1 Saturday, August 13, 1921 Page: 2 of 4
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THffl NORMAL STAR
STAR STAFF—SUMMER TERM 1921
Editor ................ D. J. Wible
Mgr. Editor .. Jesse Editions ton* Jr.
Business Mgr.....Edward Danchak
Associate Ed.......Arlyn Johnson
Associate Ed...........Alfred Ivey
Associate Ed......Robert Saunders
Personal Ed........ Clara Ramsay
Exchange Ed.........M. D. Miller
Athletic Editor .... Atwell Summers
Society Ed............. Sue Taylor
Faculty Reporter .... Gates Thomas
Reporters
James McBride, R. F. Robinson,
Paul Milam, Graee Cavness, Thomas
E. Newton, Frank Ivek, Robt. Mul-
lens, Carl Walker.
Editorial Writers
Vannie Perkins, L. C. McDonald, H.
V. Robinson, L. H. Bachle.
POLICY OF THE STAR
1. To make the formal a desirable
place for the Summer students.
2. To make the Normal great in
athletics.
Address all communications to the
Editor. Students contributing news
will please leave the same in the
Star Box at the Exchange. To insure
publication, all contributions should
be in the Star box by Wednesday.
Address all matters relating to bus-
iness to the Business Manager.
For advertising rates see the Bus-
iness Manager.
FROM FEAR
TO FUDGE
“Grandmother Rice” could always
tell the most delightful stories and
plan the mo.st wondeful surprises of
anyone the hoys knew. She seemed
to know just what boys wanted to
hear and never tired of trying to en-
tertain them. •
She was just a tiny woman of sixty
years. Her wistful blue eyes seemed
to beam out friendliness. Her soft,
gray hair hung in curls about her
forehead. The wrinkled skin of her
face had faint tinges of pink in it.
She always wore old-fashioned caps
and hoods. She was the personifica-
tion of neatness and kindness. There
lingers about her a charm, a per-
sonality—so different, so inviting—
that endeared her to all.
Grandmother lived in a neat little
cottage with her flowers, . chickens,
and books. Some of the boys were
always there. There was wood to cut
and bring in, weeds to pull, and
eri’ands to town. They liked to be
around for Grandmother’s gentle
ways and delicious cookies could win
any boy’s heart.
One night, George, Tom, and
Jimmy went to Grandmother’s.
“Come in dearies,” greeted Grand-
mother as they knocked at the door.
“Bless my boys. I was looking for
you. Come right in. It’s cold, isn’r
it? Come over to the fire,” and
Grandmother put another stick of
wood on the crackling fire and gave
it a severe punching.
“Take off your mittens and wraps.
Old Jack Frost can’t get you in here.
George, pull that deerskin close to
the fire,” for the deerskin was their
favorite seat and they always knew
what was coming when Grandmother
began to fix them up comfortable.
They settled down on the deerskin
and respectfully waited. Grandmother
was sitting in a big chair, her shawls
and wraps drawn about her, and the
queer little cap on her head. The
crackling fire threw flickering rays
of light over the room. They were all
looking into the fire; Grandmother
looked as if she were thinking very
hard.
“Well, boys,” she said, breaking
the silence, “What did I promise I’d
tell you this time? Shall it be a
fairy tale or an old Indian tale?”
“An old Indian tale,Grandmother,”
they chimed at once.
“An old Indian tale it shall be,”
said Grandmother, jokingly.
“It was a long time ago,” Grand-
mother began, “When I was a littie
girl in Concho County. lVIa and Pa
had just come from Tennessee and
settled near Point Rock. Pa got
some of the neighbors to help him
and they built a house of stones and
logs. Lumber was mighty dear in
them days and we had to use logs.
We had very few household articles
because we could bring with us only
those things that we needed. We
traveled in ox-carts. Our nearest
neighbor lived three miles away. Pa
bought several hundred head of
cattle. The corrals were built close
to the house so that the boys and
herders could guard the cattle at
night.”
“What did they want to guard
them for, Grandma?” asked William
who wanted to know all the details.
“Well, honey, I was coming to that.
Just give me time. As I was going
to say, the country was being-
troubled by Indians. They w.ould
make sudden raids scalping all the
whites, driving their cattle away and
burning their homes. Pa heard that
the Indians were getting troublesome
over at Red Valley. Several lonely
settlers had been scalped. We were
expecting trouble at any time. The
boys and Pa never went anywhere
without a gun or pistol.”
“One evening a lone Indian war-
rior came to the house. Ma and us
girls saw him coming on a paint
horse. Ma grabbed us and rushed
into a stone cellar under the house
and placed a box over the trap door.
She ran down to the corral to get Pa..
Just as she and Pa were coming back
to the house, the Indian rode, up. He
grunted and made signs. Pa under-
stood a little of it and said he was
friendly and wanted to spend the
night at our house. Of course we
couldn’t say no because it would have
made “Whiteface,” that was his
name, mad. We saw that ma and pa
were worried. We were sent to bed
early. Ma made Whiteface a bed on
the back gallery. Pa and the boys
stayed up late. The next morning pa
got up very early. There was no
sign of Whiteface. Even his bed
was gone. But on the floor there
was a pool of blood and a dagger
sticking up in it.”
“Gee. This is getting exciting,”
exclaimed Jimmie,interrupting Grand-
mother, “What happened next? Did
Whiteface kill himself?”
“Of couise not, silly,” replied Geo.
disgusted, “How do you think the
bed and Whiteface disappeared if ho
killed himself. Stop butting in and
let Grandma finish. You——”
Jut, tut, now boys don’t argue
that way,” Grandmother replied with,
a merry twinkle of her eye. “No,
Whiteface didn’t kill himself, but he
cud steal some chickens and_”
“But Grandmother how did the
blood get there?” interrupted Jimmie
again.
“Well, honey, he killed a chicken
and let it bleed on the gallery. Ma
had a big kettle in the yard that she
used to make soap in. It and the
chickens were gone. Pa knew that
hiteface had come to see how many
folks there were and to find out about
things. We became more careful
than ever now. Ma never let us go
out of the house unless he was with
us. The herders went In three and
fours, while watching the cattle.”
“One evening our neighbor came
riding up.' He jumped off his horse
and came to the house. He said a
big band of Indians, about fifteen
miles off, had gone on the warpath
and were killing all of the whites.
He told us to hurry to the stockade
at Painted Rock. He jumped on his
horse and galloped off to warn the
Slher settlers. Such hurry and ex-
citement Pa and the boys and the
herders saddled the horses and drove
the cattle into the hills. Ma packed
food and clothes in sacks. She dress-
ed us real heavily, for it was cold.
Pa took Sallie, my sister, on his
horse. My brothers, Jim and Miller.,
took my other sisters, Mary and Eli-
zabeth, with them. Ma took me on
tiie horse with her. One of the herd-
ers led the packhorse. We started
for Painted Rock just before dark.
I was scared very badly. I can al-
most hear Mary and Elizabeth cry-
ing now and pa’s strong voice urg-
ing the horses on such a ride. I soon
fell asleep and did not wake up until
we reached the Painted Rock. The
stockade was full. The women with
their children huddled about them,
were talking in subdued tones. The
men were grim, determined, ready.”
“The next morning the scouts rode
in and said the Indians were coming.
The children began to cry. The men
and women looked very solemn.
About ten o’clock the Indians came
Oh, I can almost see them now.
Galloping on the wiry ponies, their
hideous faces and painted bodies,
their plaited hair decked with
feathers. Such yelling and shooting.
The men in the fort returned the
fire. The Indians shot burning-
arrows, trying to set the fort on fire.
The Indians would make a wild
charge then retreat. Each time their
number grew less. Finally, when
just a few men were left, the settlers
charged on their horses and killed
them. Three settlers were killed and
several wounded. The ground was
dotted with horses and Indians.”
We stayed in the fort for two
days and then started home. We did
not see a single Indian on the way.
When we reached home, we “were all
surprised. We expected to see every-
thing burned, but it was not. The
next morning the herders broug*ht the
cattle in from the hills, where they
had been hiding them. Ma and p i
were so glad that we were alive and
had lost nothing that they thanked
God. We never saw any more In-
dians and pa made lots of money on
the cattle.”
“My, goodness,” exclaimed George,
in a breath cf relief, as Grandmother
finished.
“Huh,” sniffed Jimmy,, “I wish I’d
been there; I’d showed the tndians
something. I’d scalped them, you
bet I would.”
“Naw you wouldn’t either Mr.Brave
Chief,” retorted George, “ ’Cause you
run from Sam Hill’s bull pup just the
other day.”
“Aw, Mr. Smarty, a bull pup’s not
an Indian either,” replied Jimmy,
waxing hotter.
“Now, boys, stop fussing,” inter-
rupted Grandmother, seeing that the
boys would argue all night if not.
prevented. “George get the cookies
in the pantry, Jimmy get the little
skillet, water and sugar; and Tom,
get the tray of spices and butter.”
“Yes’m,” they pealed in chorus as
they ran to get the things, forgetting
that there ever were any such people
in the world as Indians.
One hour later Grandmother was
passing some delicious fudge around.
“I’d rather do this any day,” said
George, taking a big bite of fudge,
“than .scalp any Indian chief that ever
lived.”
“I believe I had too,” Jimmy re-
plied, agreeing with George for the
first time that he could think of.
MARY IIAD A LITTLE LAMB.
Mary had a little skirt
Which was in style no doubt,
But when she crawled within it,
She was over half way out.
But Johnnie had duds
Which were in style all right.
But when he donned his Palm Beacli
pants
And stept into the light.
My poor eyes
Got a surprise
At the awful sight.
—Anon
Everybody Knows
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