Bret Harte Union High School - Sierra Vista Yearbook (Angels Camp, CA)

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Page F Wy SIERRA VISTA Oznioiuioioix 101030101 xiuinioioininirxiiri ioioioioixrioioixximxioq For a few years more nothing startling happened. Then a guy named Volstead had a run-in with the Kentucky Distillery Company. He got sore and passed the prohibition law, then John D. got his back up because Union Oil got more government land than his pet, the Standardg so he stirred up Congress and Pete Donoghue played the goat. This fracas was known as the Tea Pot Dome Affair. Cris and'Georgie got in a tangle for breaking into Mayor Rolph's cellarg so Georgie jumped in the bay and Cris sneaked back to Sunny Italy. This left Abie all alone, and he, having nothing else to do, became a tea-hound and a drug-store cowboy. Last year somebody told him he would make a good president, so last election he ran against Callie Collidge and Bobbie LaFollette. Callie beat him out by about twenty million or so. and Abie went back to splitting rails. This brings our Historie up to date, so we'll have to let a few more cen- turies drift by, while somebody creates some stuff. YE ENDE-YE ED. E. W. DORROH, '25. HOW ANGELS CAMP RlECClElIVlElD ll'1I S NAME A small group of men were sitting around a camp fire, silently smoking their pipes, each one in deep thought. All wore a contented look and all had good reasons for their pleasure, for they had discovered and staked a rich claim. Only a few days before a man had bonded the mine and had sent word for many men to come in. Each man knew that soon a busy, flourish- ing mining camp would be lying around the spot where they now sat. Finally, some one broke the silence. Say, fellows, what are we going to name this burg? Seems to me, Bill Senter answered, as if we ought to give it a handle that's something like, since we all think this mine's going to be famous. Well, how about naming it Smithville? inquired Kelly. Lookee here. that aint flowery enough. - Well how about Neegard, after Juzzy over there?,' Oh, no you don't, it's bad enough to have such a name onto me without burdening a poor innocent town with 1t.'l Well, what are you going to do about it? I Dem my skin ef I know, since we canit all hook to the same name. Put on the brakes, and let it go till some other time. Perhaps some one may have an inspiration between now and then. Silence fell again and the firelight shone on thoughtful faces, while most eyes held a faroff expression. The fire leaped and sprang into Htful blazes casting strange shadows among the trees. Suddenly some one exclaimed, Helly smoke! Look at 'em boys. Every one started up and gazed in the direction where Bill's eyes were rivited. Among the trees faint white forms flitted. As they flitted in and out, up and down, among the trees, they looked like white Angels hovering around. VVell, by crikitee, I'll eat my hat if this place ain't inhabited by angels, exclaimed Bill. It sure looks as if Angels camp was here as well as us poor earthly creatures, said Bill in wonderment. All at once Senter's face lighted up with a glow of inspiration. Angels Campy' he cried, Let's call this place Angels Camplu And Angels Camp it still remains. EDVVARD A. WALKER, '25

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Page F0yfy.ning YE COMPLETE ll-lIlIS'll'0lRlIE OIF THE IU. S. BOUT the time that Victor Hugo swam the Hellespont for Delilah, Cristoforo Colombo manned the Shamrock IV and busted all records from Cuba to Los Angeles because Queen Victoria wanted Roy Gard- ner to direct her latest picture. VVhen Cris landed in Yosemite Valley, he left John Paul Jones and Admiral Dewey in charge, and taking Georgie Wash- ington, they went on a Cook's tour through Montana. They were strolling down Main Street when they saw VVill Rogers and Buck jones herding some Armour and Company's future hams down Telegraph Avenue. Georgie thought it was cruelty to animals when Will told a funny story and one of the pigs rolled over the cliff and was dashed to death at the foot of the Statue of Liberty, so Cris called up the S. P. C. A., and Miller and his friend Lux were sent down to catch the culprit. They threw Willie in the reform school, so Georgie and Cris decided they had seen enough of the Wild West and went back to Hollywood to look for Roy. They found out that he was in San Quentin, so Cris, rather than take a chance on Vic's temper, decided to settle down in the U. S. . They sent Jonesy and Kid Dewey back to Manila with the scow and to- gether with Abie Lincoln, the boys pitched their wigwam on lower Broad- way. About this time Stevie Foster and Izzie Berlin decided that the price of Fords was too high and they stirred up the wild Hollywood Sheiks and start- ed the revolutionary vvar. The Sheiks were led by Abou Ben Adhem, while Hank Ford marshalled his own forces. Hank came out on top and the price of Fords went up six-bits, while the Sheiks, with the exception of Ben Turpin and Bull Montana, were totally de- molished. Dempsey and Willie King being destroyed by the first blast from Hankls exhaust. g Things were peaceful for a few months until Al jolson decided that his poor uncle Tom should work no longer for the cruel Simon Legree, and thus the Civil VVar started. Al and Jack johnson couldn't get along, since both wanted to be Commander in Chief of the rebel coonsg and the revolt fell through. However, Teddy Roosevelt thought that it was a good cause, so he signed the Declaration of Independence and set Al's family free. Nothing important happened until Paul Revere discovered gold on the Saint Lawrence, then the rush for Arkansaw began, which was the inspira- tion for the immortal ballad, The Arkansaw Traveler. l Then LaSalle discovered San Francisco, which was later made famous by Trixie Friganza, when she invented her famous shimmy. This iniiuenced the boys to move, and they shifted their wigwam to Third and Market, where Cris, being Italian, set up a fruit stand, this left Georgie and Abie out in the rain, so Abie got a job splitting rails for the S. P. R. R., and Georgie threw silver dollars across to Sausalito for Barnum 81 Bailey.

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9111014rx:10101011:1o1o:o1o:rx1o1o:n1o1o1o11xzoxoioxozozoioiozoxaoxo TO MRS. DANA COur loving teacherj The snowflakes, soft and gentle, Have drifted in her hair, In a garden, Quaint, old fashioned, . VVith the flowers I picture her, Where lilacs, , Purple, fragrant, Laden the winds heavy, with odor. Like a song, Played at twilight, On harp strings sweet, soft, and low. The sunshine, Bright and shining, Like a dove Serene, gentle, Whose wings dark nights, too, have known. Scent of lavender, Exquisite lace, Rich with times mellow glow, A delicate fan Breathing secrets Of romance, long, long ago. ,In her eyes, is smiling there. HILDA G. CARLEY. SUIPIHIOMKUJIRIES AS SEEN IIN I939 As I walked down the street I saw a person that was drawing the atten- tion of a large crowd, and since I am a very inquisitive person anyway, I un- dertook to investigate. The center of attraction was a man with a cute Charlie Chaplin, Jr. mustache and a regular sheik suit of clothes. He was selling packages of all sorts ranging from soap to flea hair. just about this time, a cop came up and pinched this man for not having a peddler's license I seemed to have some faint recollection of this man so I followed him to the police station and asked the judge his name. I found out that he was Ed Walker, an old friend with whom I went to school in Angels Camp. As 1 was looking over the records, I found the name of Harlowe Clarke, and then I remembered that he was my former English teacher, and was just going to visit his cell when I noticed an item in small print below the name. It read, Escaped through window, March 5, 1939, didn't keep him fat and he crawled out through the bars. I intended to remain in that town overnight, as my small airplane, called the Fordplane, ran out of gas while I was in midair and I saved my life from destruction only by using my Goodyear rubber parachute while I watched my Fordplane dash to pieces on a golf course. After landing and having an interview with a newspaper reporter, a short man whose face was covered with freckles and who answered to the name of Stumpy and Clarence, and whom I still think I formerly knew, I took a taxi to the place where my plane had fallen. Mr. Everett Lillie met me there and after an hour's argu- ment I paid him just five dollars and swapped my old wreck for a new one. At the local hotel I was vamped by a very cute telephone girl who operated the switch-board and who would give you any number from 13 to 113 turn-