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

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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.

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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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THE OLD MAN, HIS DOG, HIS PIPE, and the 'I'UMBLE-DOVVN SHACK + + + 'l'l10l'6 was once an old man who lived hy himself in an old tum- bled-down shack in the lane. He didn't have anything' except his house, his dog, and his 'pipeg so he sat on the steps of his house in the sun and smoked his pipe, while the dog ehased butterflies up und down the lane. One day 21 prinee eanne ggzilloping' up on El white horse, eolored bluek. NVhoa , cried the prince, and the white horse, 4-olored black. stopped in front of the tuinrbled-down shaek in the lane. Ah, my good man, said the princ-e, it is .a fine day, is it not Z 'Phe old man never answered. Are you happy 1? , asked the prince. At that the tumbled-down slim-k shook from the tip of the root to the rotting' foundations, the dog' started ehasing' its tail and yelping, .and the pipe puffed out smoke until you could hardly see the old man, but the old man never moved. So the prince elimrbed sadly upo11 his white horse, eolored blaek, und rode away, leaving the old man, his pipe, his dog, and the tumbled down shack there. And someday when you haven 't any- thing to do, you can go north ot' some place, then turn east to no plziee, and about a mile south of another place you will find the old man, his pipe, his dog, and the tumbled-down shaek. Ask him the secret of his silence. -Fred Schill -l--I-+ CQWLWLXBWQ a fool for his grit, or at kmzvre for his lmnesty, and they will receive you unto their bosom.-FIEL1 rims. .