Alameda High School - Acorn Yearbook (Alameda, CA)

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10 THE ACORN worsted tape fell on Conly’s sgiht, something seemed to snap in his brain, he shot forward in the last ten feet like a bullet and pitched unconscious over the line! Central had won.—R. C. F. THE JOLLY JUNIORS. 3 A time there was when we were. ‘‘serubs,’ A sorry time indeed that, For then we needs must take all rubs In sooth, a sorry need that; But now we are the Juniors great, The Juniors of vast power; Although we’ve risen but of late, Our freedom’s now in flower. Chorus: Oh, we are Jolly Juniors now! No longer ‘‘serubs;’’ No more hard rubs; What fun have we! Our joy’s this key That we are Jolly Juniors now! IT. They give us lessons, piled up high, But we ne’er do much earing; We always play, we never sigh; While they mazed are staring. We only play our time away, If study or recite, oh— We put off tasks another day; We'll ne’er be erudite, oh. Chorus.

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f hard, meet was too much for his meaning look which Warren Bond, the Union High entry, as y stood in line, nor the Woodruff, another ¢ Amherst’ 10, Was crowding him An expectant silence el voice of the starter, figures break into motion with front, assumes the lead, and turn, followed by the bunch. is to run himself out in the ‘awing Conly out and tiring runners try to keep up with he strategem and follow at out, winded. As they turn into lap, Warren inereases his speed by a trifle, from the rest. As Conly starts after him, rts past him, and Bond closes in at his side, cketing him and boxing him in. A couple of the other rectly behind, so that he is unable to around his opponents. Woodruff shortens his al High runner to run slower or be spiked. hus the third lap is traversed, while Warren is running fifty yards thead, wit ‘asy stride peculiar to him. Wild excitement i i and gold bleachers; victory is apparently Suddenly, just at the beginning of the fourth and last f trips and falls directly in front of Conly, who is but tiarold grasp the situation like a flash, and jumps prawling body of his antagonist, landing elear. All rage which has been aroused in him at his foul treat- rges up and possesses him. A mighty roar bursts from t ‘al rooters as the blue upper speeds-around the turn in pursui War 1d faster flew the pursuing figure. Conly was des r. They turned into the stretch for t to t : the good, straining every nerve and every ounce of strength in his body Conly sped on- was beating in great throbs and his breatl “4 1 Came as nearly done, but hate, lent him power. Inch by on his opponent until at the fifty-yard mark they vere abreast. Down the stretch they came, both laboring heavily, their faces drawn and ashen. Neither heard the wild shouts and eries of the rooters as they approached the finish. The white

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THE ACORN li] The English hard we never learn. Or do our composition; Our teacher dear does vow we’ll earn The terrors of perdition. The hist’ry and the: Latin dread Can vex us one bit never: We read them onece—then off to bed— No longer we endeavor. Chorus. IV. And since we never do our ‘‘math,’’ Miss Hewitt’s frowns grow deeper; Oh, oft ske names the meed (in wrath). And makes our lessons steeper. And in the study hours all, We’re noisy as can be, oh— Our actions, shocking, do appall— Oh, such a class are we, oh! Chorus. Vv Our teachers threaten deep and dire, (Oh, do you really blame them?) The punishments we shall require, Tis frightening but to name them! Oh, we have waited day by day, Oh, long have we been waiting; They make the marks so red, some say, Before they send the rating. Chorus. VI. Still Juniors terrify the school With just their pranks alarming: We'll heed not higher word or rule— These Junior days are charming! And still our teachers darkly say How red those marks will be, soon. If Juniors do not change their way, They'll see, they’ll see, they’ll see, soon! H. M. C. ’09.