|For My Cousins||"The Wisconsin Dells," by Maybelle Lau, and "An October Day," by Louise Bursack||
|1915 Westfield High School Yearbook - Page 37
(Marquette Co., Wisconsin)
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The Wisconsin Dells
The Wisconsin Dells are famous for their weird, rugged and wondrous beauty. The river has worn its way through sandstone, carving many strange and interesting forms in the rocks. One thing that particularly attracts one's attention is the various colors of the rocks. Many of them are covered with ferns, flowers, and trees, which make them look very beautiful as the sun shines upon them.
The upper Dells are noted especially for the Vizor's Ledge and the Witch's Gulch. The former is a rock extending far out above the other rocks, from whose summit many visitors every summer enjoy a grand panoramic view. The latter is a long dark passage, on one side of which are steps of stone which lead to an elevated rock upon which is a hotel.
The Dells, together with beautiful adjacent scenery and pure, invigorating atmosphere, make this beauty spot of Wisconsin more attractive and a resort to be sought by all who are seeking health, happiness, and recreation.
Maybelle Lau, '16.
An October Day
I recall one beautiful October day. The sun's bright rays flooded the earth with beauty and warmth, and the sky was clear and blue, not a cloud being visible. The trees were almost destitute of their richly colored leaves which now thickly carpeted the ground. Their rustling seemed sweet music to me and if I had been gifted with a poetic nature, my first impulse might have been to write a poem.
In the grove fleet little squirrels seemed to be playing hide and seek. In reality they were gathering nuts and acorns for winter supply. A majestic oak whose limbs stretched forth like mighty arms to protect from harm, was laden with acorns which appeared like tiny cups and saucers. The rich green, velvety moss beneath was more beautiful than any carpet made by human skill.
From the throat of a yellow warbler perched on a high branch came silvery, tremulous notes. Ere long he flitted about like a gleam of sunshine, snatching insects from the scant foliage or darting after them in the air.
A few late flowers were noted and they too aided the beautiful colors of nature to blend harmoniously. As the golden sun was sinking beneath the wester hornizon, the illuminated landscape was a picture more beautiful than pen can portray.
Louise Bursack, '17.
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