Biggs High School - Rice Blade Yearbook (Biggs, CA)

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'PHE NEST IN 'PHE LILAC 'FREE It hung from the limb of the trim young bush In the garden by the sea. And proud, indeed, were the sparrows that dwelt In the nest in the lilae tree. Each morning at dawn they'd awake with a ehirp Which filled my heart with glee, B-nt never again will they sing from the pereh Near the nest in the lilae tree. For long years sinee the birds have flown, And the tree is ragged and old. And the winds of winter stronger blow, While the nights are long and cold. No more will I as a youth behold 'llheir lives so happy and t ree: As life departs. please plaee my heart 'Neath the nest in the lilaf- tree. -Rose 01 msfrml +++ A MODERN VERSION Give me ai horse, A great big horse, And give me a buekaroo And let me wahoo, wahoo, wahoo Give me some gas, Some ten cent gas, And give me a Model T, And let me yipee, yipee, yipee. -l--l-+ A LECSTURIE A DAY KEEPS IGNORANFE AWAY The freshman class has to hear a lecture almost every day. In a room of thirty we see about three intent faees, drinking in every word of wisdom coming from the learned one's mouth, they ra- pidly take notes. Passing on to the next student, we find him bus- ily absorbed in digging a hole in the library table. We will not dis- turb him so we pass 011 to the next seeker of knowledge. lVe are just able to see his head protruding above the table top. Looking down to the floor, we spy a pair ot' number twelves peeking at ns from the wrong side ot' the table. He must have smuggled his bed into 4-lass, to be able to reeline at a 151 degree angle, as the 1-hairs are about I2 inc-hes square. Looking at the next person, power ol' deseription fails us, and so we had better stop. -.41-fu Ilurby + -l- + lloolrs should fn one of flame four ends emefim-e, For u'i'.wlom, piety, fleliglif, or use.-DEX ll ul.

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LITERATURE -l--l-+ SPRING fBLOlSlSOMS Their fragrance fills the air, These blossoms sweet and fair, ' Though winds may blow, They will not gog The blossomsstill cling there. Now many weeks have past The blossoms gone at last To world's unknown, These flowers have flown, They 're sweet just while they last. -Kathryn Samuelson + + + IN THE MEADOVV Down in the meadow Where the daffodils blow, Down where the meadow larks Noisily fly to and fro, Therc's where I long to roam 'Neath the moon 's soft g'low, In the stillness of evening, When the shadows grow. -Gcnefva, H urlsou. A + + + AN ESSAY ON NOTHING Nothing is the most indefinite thing i11 the World. If you are doing nothing, you .are doing something, so you're never doing no- thing. If you think you are doing nothing, you are wrong, because you are breathing or doing some other sub-conscious act. Nothing fills the universe, but there must be something beyond the stars .and suns or there wo'uldn't. be anything, which is quite untrue, for there are suns and planets. Nothing, nothing, nothing, what a word, if we could only cover all the things it really means. The dictionary defines it as: Not being or existence, also not any particular thing, act, or event, not anything or something, nothing, denying any existing thing, and opposed to things including anything a11d something. So you see it covers a wide variety of indefinite things. There isn't any nothing any place, so nothing can't be some thing. Yet nothing nmst be something or it wouldn't be in the dic- tionary. The song goes, I got plenty of ll0l'llI1lg',H but how could he have anything if he had nothing? Of course he would have nothing, but what is it? It is a long subject ard one that I have not facilities to cover. If I did, I would have something more than nothing to do. Nothing is something that I ha11d to my teachers when I don't do my work. Nothing is what the lazy man thinks he is doing, so what is nothing? I leave it up to you. -Fred Sclrill.

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NIGHT VV hen the eurtains of night are pinned baek to the stars, And the beautiful moon sweeps the sky, Vile think of the night and the heavens so bright And the beautiful land beyond outs. Oh the moon is high and the heavens are nigh, VVhen we look at the glorious sky. A nfl we think of the home that we might roam Some time in the sweet bye and bye. Now the moon too soon sinks beyond our sight, And the stars one by one softly fade, They have swept the sky in one dark night. Now the sun ereeps up in a erimson shade, For the darkness has faded away. -Evelyn Anderson -l- + + OVVLS . . Up in the olive tree fast .asleep in the day sits the booty owl. In the night when all is quiet, the ehlidren 'Fast asleep, the hooty owl goes, Whoo - VVhooo. He wings his way at night, searing the birds and animals, drop- ping upon people 's heads, and giving away the hiding- plaees of wieked men. The hooty owl tells in its whooo - whooo language why they fly about at night. Mother Nature found them guilty of stealing from other birds and eommanded them to fly at night and ery, VVhooo - VVhooo. -James lVest. + + + UOUR BAND The Band is sitting on the stage And professor is puffing and ready to rage. Then Buck on the baritone lets out a. blare, And il-,I'Of6SS0l' jumps up and pulls on his hair. Then Pete blows a peep on the tin can flute, WVhile the basses answer with a poop-poop-a-doop. Now Professor gets up .and waves his hand, And tells us just what he thinks of the band. Then Peterson razzes him on the bass, And Tee blows a sour note right in his faee. WVhen we all quiet down so he ean talk, Some one on the trombone lets out a squawk. Then he tells us about a trip to the bay, But we tell him, he told us that yesterday. Now we play a pieee and he says it was grand, But we know he thinks we're a tin-ean band. -lVe.wley Miller + + + A good word is an may obligation, but not fn speak' ill, requires only our silenee, '?l'h'lf'11 rests as neil:lily.-TIl.l.o'l'SON.