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Page 39 text:
AND ALL ENDS WELL
Here, landlubhers, is'a tale which you may read and gloat over, and
it proves that even the saltiest sailor can be seasick.
The tale which I am about to unfold relates what happened to the cap-
tain and crew of the HS. S. Gallopin' Porpoisen, a beautiful two-masted
trading schooner which moved with the grace and speed of a gull. She was
headed for Tahaiti with pearls, and negro boys for slaves from the Solomon
Islands. The day was clear and the sea was oily and there were no waves--
only dead swells. It was the calm before the storm and the crew knew it.
The enchanting tropical night crept slowly upon them, but it was not
destined to so remain. The wind increased.
and prepared for it. In an hour the sea was
over the deck carrying all that was unlashed
boysn were frightened almost to death. They
of the sea had been loosed. Old Joe Johnson,
forty years, declared, UWell, I'll be a slit
ain't the gran'daddy of all the hurricanes I
Everyone knew what was coming
an inferno. The waves washed
with them. The poor Unigger
thought surely all the demons
who had followed the sea for
eyed son-of-a-seacock if this
ever seen since I been to sea
It's almost enough to make me seasick.U . s
The first dog-watch turned in and in the second watch, the captain
himself said, HI'm doggoned if I don't feel sort o' like feeding the
fishes myself.n Joe was at the wheel when a giant wave struck him,.caus-
ing him to cling to the wheel. UDoggone that waveln he ejaculatedg After
quite awhile he muttered to himself, Uwhatls wrong with me? Surely I'm
not getting seasickln In a little while he did not even bother to look at
the compass. He was feeling so had he did not care if he navigated the p
ship to HDavy Jones' Lockern. Suddenly the ship was shaken violently, and
with a scraping sound, was fast aground.
When daylight came they surveyed the damage and there was a great
hole stove in the side. They had to fix it quickly for it was not so fun-
ny being aground in the Solomon Islands amongst the headhuntersr They
soon were in the hold getting any lumber they could fiyd above decks ready
Around midday they heard wild shouts and perceived a large number of
savages. They immediately hauled forth one of the negroes to interpret I
for them. They finally found through their interpreter that if they would
release the negroes they would not be molested so long as,they continued
to stay there to repair the ravages of the storm. ,
In three days they had fixed their boat and were ready to leave the
island without the negroes who, as it turned out, were members of that
bribe of savages. They still had their boat and their heads and that was
all that was necessary, was it not? They reached their destination with-
out mishap. As far as is known old Joe Johnson, who was the cause of it
all, never was seasick again: and so ends my yarng and it ends well--as
all good yarns are supposed to.
Marie Vidolin L9y'
Page 38 text:
it. We drifted and drifted until we came toward Fort Ross. We were all
the skin and the wind was cold. Luckily, we washed up on some
rocks where people were getting abalones.
We jumped out of the boat and were wading through the water when a
octopus slowly came from between some big rocks on the beach.
He reached for us. We were scared stiff. My uncle quickly pulled out his
gag-hook from its case on his side, and drove it into the creature. All
its arms grabbed the hook. It must have hurt it badly: the water all a-
round us was black with the ink this eight-foot octopus had squirted out
to protect itself. -
It soon died, however, and some fishermen dragged it to the shore and
probably later cooked and ate it. We dried by a huge fire of drift wood
and then were taken to the ferry, sorry we lost our boat, but glad we were
Alfred Schmidt L9zn
A TRIP TO LAKE TAHOE
On leaving the Eastbay district one comes to the Carquinez Bridge
crossing, you find yourself in another county. From there to
Sacramento the road is level and you see nothing of particular interest.
After leaving Sacramento the roads begin to get irregular, first be-
and then hilly. On the far side of Auburn the country really
become mountainous. Soon you stop climbing and are at the sumf
can see the snowsheds stretching for miles, winding and twisting
the railroad track: at intervals you catch a glimpse of snow on
peak and also see a break in the showsheds,
Looking ahead, and far down, you can see the glistening waters of the
historical Donner Lake. It is a good sized body of water composed of pure
mountain water flowing from the mountains. From there on you see dense
forests of trees and in places you see small lakes dotting the landscape.
you reach Truckee you see a small mountain town where most of
the tourists stop and the divisional headquarters of the railroad are lo-
few miles out of Truckee you come to Lake Tahoe. The pure blue
waters stretch for miles and it takes a keen eye to see from end to end,
is cold, clear, and sparkling, coming from the swift flowing
streams of the high Sierras. Every once in a while you see privately
owned wharfs at some beautiful site and perhaps a launch or rowboat rock-
ing to and fro at its moorings.
Lake Tahoe it is but a short ride to Reno. On crossing the
state line you see the office of the inspector who examines all cars come
ing to the state, it being against the law to bring fruit or vegetables inf
to California from other states.
All persons who see Lake Tahoe find it something to remember, it be-
ing such a beautiful and inspiring sight.
- Alvin Quittman L9y'
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V In the solitude of evening,
When quietness prevails,
the sun's last golden rays
Have left the hills and Vales,
Then we like to turn back pages
In the book of Father Time,
live again the by-gone days
That Wizards bring to mind.
To he once more at Burbank,
live our schooldays o'er,
To be care-free and happy
As we were in days of yore.
Again we meet forgotten friends
Last seen in Memory's Hall,
Once more we greet our teachers,
school-bell seems to call.
We read the jokes and stories,
Then the autographs are last.
A mist is gathering in our eyes,
As we live again the past.
And when we count our treasures,
And hold them each apart,
I'm sure old Wizards will become
The closest to our hearts.
Renee Mattingly H9y'
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