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

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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. .

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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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