7 ACORN soldier. He faced the colonel, then bared his breast and said, "Shoot here!" The men raised their muskets. The colonel stepped in front of the boy. "What is your name, my boy?" he said. Should the lad betray himself at this last moment. He would not. He made no reply only to the soldiers, saying, "Shoot, men, shoot." As the bullets pierced his heart he whispered, "Father," and his spirit took flight to God. RAE LOFGREEN, '15. Winter Old Winter is here with his breezes that cheer, His snow, and his meadows of white. I welcome the season, the last in the year, With its source of pure joy and delight. The squirrel and the chipmunk are sleeping till spring In contentment all through the long day; The birds of the snow with the song that they sing Cheer our souls into moods that are gay. The Autumn is past, and Old Winter at last Brings a token from some distant clime. The joys of the snow make the moments fly fast, For Winter is grand in his prime. A gleam from the sun and a smile from the skies Deprive the cold day of its chill; A glimpse of the stars and a beam from their eyes Keep the hoary frost glistening still. All through the long night the cold moon sheds her light On the evergreen trees and the snow, And the bare, frozen branches, all ghostly and white, Sift the beams of the luminous glow. In Autumn's sad hours every tree casts the leaf To rightfully meet Winter days. Now the king of pure beauty rules earth till a thief Steals the snow and cheers earth with his ways. L. L., '15. ACORN 8 The Uninvited Guest The Senior Girls of the: Mayville High School had been seen frequently holding whispered consultations in the halls, class rooms, and even on the streets after leaving the building. The Senior boys furtively watched these numerous meetings, and could plainly see that something unusual was about to take place. They finally discovered that the girls were going to have a party, also that it was to be on the following night, but they could probe the mystery no further. Far be it from a Senior boy to sit idle if he thinks a Senior girl is getting ahead of him, so accordingly, the boys began holding consultations too, only they were more particular about where they met. "Learn all you can, but, with the utmost secrecy," was their motto. It seemed that the only thing left undiscovered, was where the party was to be held, and it was a source of no little worry to the overtaxed minds of the Senior boys. The eventful evening drew near, and, still that very important thing remained unknown. The crestfallen Senior boys collected in a group, in a far, dark corner of the hall after school. The girls, it seemed, had been in an unusual hurry to get home. "All here but Trent," said the energetic president of the class. "Well, we'll proceed with business at once without him. Any of you fellows learned anything?" A dead silence of perhaps five minutes followed. "Say, fellows!" a loud masculine voice broke in upon their reveries, "that all you got to do? Anybody would think you were watching a funeral go by that window." The boys started guiltily. "Trent! Just the man we've been looking for," said the every ready president. "And the one you ought to be looking for, too," said Trent. "Listen! I've found out where that party is to be. Shut up!" he shouted, when the boys, at this welcome information, would have raised a war whoop. "You'll put all the girls wise if you're not quiet. The party is up to Dorothy Roland's. Her kid brother told me all about it." Trent looked at them triumphantly, to receive their congratulations. A plan to raid Roland's was immediately unfolded to the satisfaction of all. Trent was certainly the hero tonight. It was indeed a mysterious looking group which assembled before Jack Trent's home that night at 9 o'clock. Just around the corner was the Roland home, where, by this time, the girls would be in the midst