Amador County High School - Skip Yearbook (Sutter Creek, CA)

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be a little donkey. Wouldn't you, my friends? he said to a group of horses near by. Oh yes, we certainly would, they answered and they came over to tease the poor little donkey. Just then a messenger came running into the stable yard. Here is the messenger to get the horse! the horses cried, They all tossed their heads and stamped their feet so that the messenger would notice them. The stable boys ran out of the stables to meet the messenger. Take your pick! they cried, select our best horse for this great man. I-Ie does not want one of these horses. I-le wants a donkey. He says that he is a poor, humble man and he wants a poor, humble donkey to carry him. What! A little donkey to carry him? Impossible! Surely you are jest- ing. cried the stable boys. No, I am not jestingf' said the messenger. Seeing the donkey in the corner he said, There is the very donkey I want. I-le went over to where the donkey was and led him out of the stable yards. The horses were surprised to see the donkey taken instead of one of their own group. But they were no more surprised than the donkey himself. The horses felt very jealous, indeed, when he was led away. Why should a miserable little donkey like him be chosen when there were horses as beautiful as they? When the donkey returned to the stable yards he was treated with great respect by the stable boys and during the days that followed many people came to the stable yards to see him. This made the horses more jealous than ever and they said, Why should you have been selected to carry the Saviour into Jerusalem? We are so handsome and highstepping, we would have looked much better in that triumphant procession than you did. Yes, replied the donkey, I know you would have, but Christ used me as a symbol of his own lowliness and humblenessf' The horses tossed their heads in derision and contempt. Oh, we wouldn't have wanted to be chosen by a man like that. We always march in processions that are given for very great men and we are driven in the chariot races, and when we win we bring great glory to our masters and the crowds cheer and shout, and after the races are over, they come and praise us, and flatter us, and give us sweetmeats to eat. It is wonderful: you have never experienced any triumphs like that. Then said the little donkey: it 1: it Pools! I too, have had my hour. One far, fierce hour and sweet. There was a shout about my ears And palms before my feet. -Lillian Fontenrose. !'l'wcnty1

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Liltretf tej THE DONKEY In the stable yards outside of the city of Jerusalem the beautiful Arab steeds were shining from the brushings that had just been given them by the stable boys. For this was the day that the Lord Jesus was to ride into the city of Jerusalem and a horse was to be selected from this stable yard. The Arab steeds tossed their heads with pride and each horse thought that surely he would be the one that would be chosen. In one part of the yard a group of horses were arguing about who was to be the chosen one. l'Really, you other horses have no chance at all: when the messenger comes he will surely pick me, said a very beautiful young horse. Listen to him, said another horse. Don't be so vain, my boy. It has never brought anyone good to be vain, But surely, as soon as the messenger sees me, he will take me, for I am so lleet of foot. They aren't looking for a race horse my good fellow, said a very attrac- tive black and white horse. They are looking for a beauty to set off this great man. Who is this great man who is to ride into Jerusalem? asked another horse walking up to the group. We do not know. But he must be very great from the excitement he is making in the city, said the black and white horse. Yes, he must be, for I was in the city this morning and the streets are decorated and everything is lovely, said another horse. Well, then, if a horse is to be chosen to set off this great man, it will surely be me, said the horse who had last joined the group. Another argument started then about who was to be the one chosen. Away over in one corner of the yard a little donkey stood alone. He was the joke of the yard and he had to do all the hard work. The horses kicked and laughed at him. The stable boys beat and swore at him. As he listened to the horses talking about their beauty he thought, I wish I were a beautiful horse like one of these, then perhaps I might be chosen to carry this great man. But I am just a stubborn, ill-treated, humble little donkey. Just then a very handsome horse came up to him and said, Oh, you little fool! I suppose you think that you will be chosen instead of one of us very beautiful steedsf' No, I do not, replied the donkey, I was just wishing that I were a beautiful horse like one of you instead of being a humble little donkey, Well, I should think you would, said the horse, how I would hate to lNineteen1

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HOW THE POPPY CAME TO CALIFORNIA - N a rugged little village on the outskirts of Pekin, lived an old Chinese gold seeker named Chang Low. Fortune always failed him in his hunt for gold, so he diverted his time in combining different flower seeds, trying in some way to perfect a golden flower. After many years of toil he ip finally perfected a golden flower, of which no one had ever L5 seen before. His great joy over the discovery of the flower brought on an unbalanced state of mind, at which he went around mumbling half aloud to himself. In this way the secret scattered abroad. After the flower quit blooming he put the seeds into a treasure box. Two Japanese spies, hearing his mumblings, one night broke into his little hut and stole the treasure box. The next day they sailed for Japan. When they reached Japan they confided their secret to a beautiful Japanese girl named Lily. One night the Japanese spies began to quarrel over the treasure box, which ended in them killing one another. Lily was so frightened that she took the treasure box and went aboard her father's fishing Vessel. The vessel had been on the ocean for three months, when one morning, they awoke to find it on the rocks near the coast of California. But in those days they knew nothing of California because this continent had not yet been discovered. The ship was sinking fast and they had no life boats to get ashore in. Lily, knowing that they would not be saved, took the treasure box and threw it into the ocean. The tide carried the box and washed it ashore. The box had been broken open by the tide beating it against the rocks and the seeds fell out upon the beach. The wind took the seeds up and carried them over the land. Where the Wind blew these seeds a beautiful golden flower grew up. Each season more and more bloomed, until now the whole state of California is covered with them. -Olive Hoskins. I'l'wCnty-onel