Arcata High School - Advance Yearbook (Arcata, CA)

 - Class of 1922

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lndians kindled,only to die. Before. when- ever clouds had appeared, the Red Horse had come in the evening and command- ed them to vanish. But now, clouds roll- ed up unmolested by the Red Horse. With rain on every side, with flowers and grass appearing all around, vx i,h green shrubs growing on thence parched hills, the plains of the Swift Feet people alone remained unchanged. No drop of rain tuched the blistering sands, no winter came to them, although on the surrounding mountains the snow lay thick. The plains have been, since then, what they are now--a desert. "Slowly the Swift Feet grew in prosperity and size. Only occaisionally did the Red Horse show himself in the West to watch the desert. No longer did his hoof beats make the earth trem- ble. But the river did not return, and the desert remained. And thus did Red Horse remember and avenge the death of Firebrand, boy chief of the Swift Feet." Janet Goodwin 722. Emilight I sat alone in the twilight, When all was silent and still, And watched the last faint rays of light Slowly sink behind the hill. I struck a choral on my guitar, A melodious silv'ry strain, Borne on the whispering kreeze afar, 1 heard it echo again. And as I heard the silv'ry chord, And while niy thoughts swept on, It seemed a great rnan's deed and wcrl Whose greatness goes on and on. Lightly 1 touched the strings again, And now a Llaintive wail Rose to my li et'ning ears and then Was swept softly down the vale. "Too sad and longing," was my tk ought, Sol tried the strings again, This time the effort that I wrought Proved not to be in vain. It was a merry lilting tune Poured forth in tones so mill, Like a babbling joyous krook in June, Or a happy laughing child. I looked at the shining, twinkling stars, Laughing in my delight, And taking my beloved guitar, Stole out into the night. Constance Brett 'Z5. 29 what Glam mr En? Every year, men go to that country south of us, Mexico, to take to it that factor which we have found so necessary in our constructiong namely, Education. Many times we have been reminded of the lack of education and civilization in that country through its nearness to our borders and consequent effect on them, and its many revolutions stirring up pol- tical and commercial differences. Mexico is not a disappointment to the traveler, indeed, it is seldom repre- sented to be as beautiful as it is or as full of wonderful resources. It has been held back by the many revolutions stir- ring its people and by the upset condition in which they live. Mexico is a country which could be of great importance, and will be, as soon as education has prevailed. The fact that Mexico is un- educated shows in every part---its gov- ernment, its commerce, and its social life. Where uneducated people are found, revolutions and general unrest are bound to occur, hence, the solution seems to be to educate the people. Here, however, a problem confronts us. The Mexicans are not ready to be educated. They must be prepared for education. At the present time, their schools are al- most pitiful in their inferiority, and often the teachers do not know asmuch as the pupils. In the cities, such as Vera Cruz and Mexico City, the educational condi- tions are better, but in an ordinary Mex- ican village or town, they are poor in the extreme. The little town of Salto de Aqua, situated inland on the Tuleja river, is an example of the orinary village in Southern Mexico. Here, a few stucco buildings are gathered about the jail, which is a low rembling affair, also of stucco. The jail is on one side of the main street, with a small plaza beside it, and opposite it, is the one store where everything is kept, from sombreros to "cacao." This is the extent of the business and residence districts of Salto de Aqua. The main street, which is, by the way, the only street, is a mere path, straggling from the dense woods behind the build- ings to the water's edge. Some' towns boast of a church, but Salto de Aqua is

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Every favor of life was shown him. But the men of the Swift Feet conquer- ed, the child chief was captured, and was to be burned at the stake. When it was time for the boy's death, an old wom- an came to the camp and pleaded for a hearing from the victorious chief, Black Eagle. Black -Eagle was eager for the oncoming feast which was to celebrate the victory, so he waited impatiently for the old woman to speak. "She told him that the Red Horse was displeased and did not wish that Firebrand should die. She stated fur- ther that Red Horse desired that the young chief should be given his freedom, and promised that in return the Swfit Feet should become rich and powerful. . "As Black Eagle listened his heart was angered within him. Who was the Red Horse, that he should so command him, chief of the Swift Feet? He ordered his men to take the woman to her abode and strode angrily towards the fire. "The squaw paused before leaving him. Lifting a scrawny arm towards the west, she pointed with a bony finger to the mounting clouds. 'Lookl Red Horse is angered. Now will come pover- ty and destruction to your tribe. Soon shall it lose all its power, and its fair do- mains shall wither. Thus decrees the Red Horse. ' "In the West the Red Horse, never before seen by the Swift Feet, thunder- ed swiftly across the grey clouds. His mane streamed out like fiery banners, his long tail was like a flame, and his massive shoulders were clearly outlined against the pale blue of the evening sky. Slowly the color faded, and where he had been was only a gray cloud, but the thundering of his feet could still be heard. The sun set, and darkness came, but an unrest was over the camp, and they did not go to sleep as usual. "In the night the hoof-beats were often heard, and sparks driven from his feet illuminated the sky. All night long he marshalled his forces. Often they rose to look for him, but he was never visible. 28 "In the middle of the night there was a low rumbling, sounding like a herd of not far-off horses running at full speed. The earth trembled, and all the country shook. Slowly the noise died, and again all was calm. "The next morning no river ran by the camp. The Red Horse had hidden the stream. But the rain came down like the waterfalls of small streams which cross a broad rock and fall in showers to the ground delow. Soon they were forced to leave the plains and retreat to the sides of the hills, for the plain was turned to, a broad lake. The green grass was cov- ered, and the buffalo and deer were driv- en to the mountain feeding grounds. "At length the water disappeared, and the green things sprang up. The tribe returned to the plains, and was happy. But soon fear came for there was no more rain, and day after day the green withered and died, and turned to a dull brown. The animals fled. Only we remained. Every day the sun grew hotter, and often at sunset was seen the Red Horse. Soon we were praying to the Red Horse for rain. The children were sickened by the heat, and fell as the leaves in autumn. All became feeble and wasted. "Soon the once beautiful plains were turned to a place of torture, the sands brought by the flood blazed in the heat, no person could cross the desert and liveg summer and winter the sun shone, and year by year our tribe dwindled. 4'It was ordained that Black Eagle should die. The scorching sun of the Red Horse did its work. It took life, bit by bit, from Black Eagle, as the fire had done from Firebrand. At the chief 's death there was great mourning. The Swift Feet would have left the plains,but their feet were no longer swift as of old, and they could not cross the mountains with the women and children. L'Their new chief sought to make peace with the Red Horse. Soon it made itsappearance in the evening less fre- quently and often were the hopes of the

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not large enough for that luxury. Here, however, one may find a school, the only one within a radius of many miles. The classes are held under the shade of the palm and banana trees of the plaza, where the little barefoot girls and boys sit on benches, and read their lessons aloud, their voices mingling with the drowsy hum of bees, and the soft "lap, lap" of the river. The school is divided into two sections: the boy's and girl's divisions, with a man and women respect- ively for teachers. These teachers are often very ignorant, and Ihave known cases where the children have stopped attending school because they have learn- ed more rapidly than the teachers were able to teach them. Only the better class of Mexicans can attend these schools, for the ordinary peon is bound to his or her "finca" or plantation. Thus there are hundreds of children growing up who do not know what a book is. The elder generation is an example of the utter ignorance in which Mexico is living and still will be living until the right method to introduce education is found. They look with wonder on the for- eigners who travel through the country, and are utterly ignorant of all save their own small affairs, and are capable of lit- tle more. I can remember hearing my fa- ther, who was manager of a plantation there, discuss the situation. The Mex- ican's world is his master's law, his hut, and his work--picking bananas, curing rubber, or whatever it may be. He knows nothing else,and does not wish to know anything else. He listens with in- credulous wonder to stories of the out- side world and in most cases worships his master as would a faithful dog. The treachery of the Mexican is not inborn as many would believe, but arises mainly from his ignorance. The peon is a mix-- ture of the Spanish and Indian, but is hat- ed by Spaniards and Indians alike, and has been a subject of their tyranny for centuries. The hatred which has develop- ed through their subjection by foreign- er's often none too thotful for their wel- fare, finds an outlet only through treach- ery, which ignorance aids. 30 Not knowing what it is to be educat- ed, the Mexican has no desire to become so. He is like a little child, and when giv- en opportunities or honors, boasts over his fellow men as a child does over a toy wagon which his neighbors do not possess. Since the Mexican's life fills such a small sphere, small things mean much to him. The possession of a pink silk "rabosa" has often caused great dis- aster to a plantation family. I shall never forget just such an occurence which upset the finca on which I lived. I was a very little girl, but I remember the following incident clearly. Chrysanthia was the back bone of the village women. Whenever you saw her bright-colored dress flash'across the lane between the houses, you knew accord- ingly that trouble was coming. With dark laughing eyes, a wealth of glossy hair, and a merry laugh, she led the other members of the village into mischief, whether it was slyly stealing some goods or food from the store, or purloining an extra bit of "aqua dientefl the Mexican liquor. As I remember this particular oc- curence, it was on a beautiful drowsy aft- ernoon with crickets chirping lazily, and a gentle breeze making the day fairly cool. Ihad been playing with my dolls, and was startled to hear loud screams rending the quiet of the afternoon. Father and mother hurried to the door, where they met Chrysanthia and Felicianna, sobbing aloud and dripping wet. On demanding the cause for disturbance, peicemeal they told father the story. Felicianna had been washing clothes in the stream, and was not harming anyone, when Chr- ysanthia had swooped upon her, clutch- ing her by her long braid, and had fur- iously dragged her through the water. Here Chrysanthia in a flood of enraged tears declared vehemently that Felicianna had scoffed at her new pink silk rebosa. Such is the state of the peonls mind. The care of a plantation is tremendous, because not only must the manager look after the plantation. but also after the petty troubles which often mount to something critical. The problems are

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