Courtland Union High School - La Perita Yearbook (Courtland, CA)

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HARD WON GLORY Notice:-All those who wish to try out for football may enroll at the athletic manager's office. Signed, Coach Browning. 'Dick' Hunter, who was in his first year of college, read and re-read this notice until he was certain that his eyes were not deceiving him. He had hoped after he had left his four years of high school, to equal his high school football career in college. He was the star quarter-back of his school and now this opportunity was offered to him. Would he let it pass just because his parents were poor, and, he, himself, had to support himself through school? No! He was willing to fight and earn glories which his heart craved and of which his parents would be proud, even if he was poor and had not the influence that some students had. Mr. Richard Hunter-weight, 148 pounds: height, 5 feet 7 inchesg age, 19 years: perfect health. First year in college. This slip was handed to the coach as Dick went out for the tryout. The coach lined up all the players in single file and after picking out his linesmen, he asked for quarterbacks. Dick had three competitors for the position: but Dick's alertness and voice had won the admiration of the coach. He was a Freshman-but the star quarter-back of the college had graduated last term and Dick seemed to be the choicest one to fill this position. All did not go so well with Dick because of his weight. He was not heavy enough and his competitors were of a heavier build, although they could not equal Dick's alertness. So games went along nicely and out of four quarter-backs, a big, heavily built Irishman got the position. Dick was not downhearted, for he had heard the coach say that he and the Irishman would change alternately the position so that each could learn the game better. The day of the big game arrived. The stadium was filled with anxious spectators. The whistle blew for the kick-off. Dick was watching anxiously with Wide opened eyes from the bench. The big Irishman got the ball and ran it back twenty yards. The game went on in little scrimmages finding neither team stronger than the other. The second quarter had started. The opposing team made a touch-down and kicked the goal. They lined up for another kick-off. The big Irishman was injured! Dick went in! His chance had come to make himself popular! Would he fail? We'll wait and see. The last quarter! Score tied! Signals were given for an end-play. Dick was slugged by an Mend of the opposing team. He suffered from this blow, but he was not the man to give up. He called the signal for the same play, for this was the only play by which his team could gain yardage. He knew that he was going to suffer the blow from,that end of the opposing team again, but it couldn't be helped. He knew it was the only way by which his team could win. Again he was struck. A little yardage was gained that time. Dick decided to put the same thing over again. The signal was given. The captain of his team jumped up from center, came to Dick, and slapped him on the back. He had seen the slugging, but he could do nothing, for Dick did not complain. There was a minute to play and thirty yards to go. A touchdown! Dick was carried in a stretcher to the ambulance, for he had been struck the third time--this time knocked unconscious. But he had carried the ball across the goal line before his legs refused to support him. He won the game! As Dick had somewhat come to his senses, he heard faintly as if it came from far away, the yell- Rabi Rah! Rah! Hunter! He turned his head and smiled as if he was satisfied. 1 -Curtis Chew, '28. lTwenty-sixl

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Naturally, retorted Diana, I wouldn't sit in a hammock with someone I didn't like. Then you must like me, said Wilfred, mischievously pulling the curl over Diana's ear, What shall it be, Di, old dear, conversation, cross word puzzles, or what? , Let's talk, suggested Diana. About what? queried Wilfred. Oh about everything in general and nothing in particular, retorted Diana, carelessly. I see that Bill and Georgia got married last week. Some wedding! Wonder who'll be next? I don't know. I wonder what it feels like to be in love? I know. You, retorted Diana, what do you know about love, pray tell? I know lots about it, answered Wilfred, because I'm in love! Why Wilfred, cried Diana, I was wondering why you have been going around mooning with a blank look, telling everyone you'll have strawberry short cake when they ask you to go horse-back riding, and now I know! But of course she doesn't love me, mused Wilfred, she just thinks that I make a good playmate. Maybe I know just how you feel, Willy, said Diana, only in my case it's a 'he' instead of a 'she,' so you see our predicaments are the same. Do I know the lucky girl, Willy? You do. How thrilling! Let me think: who might she be? Give you three guesses. 44 u 44 44 u 4: Georgia? No. l4Ann?19 I .YY Marie? No. ' Who is she then? queried Diana wrinkling her brows in thought. You, came the startling answer, Diana, darling, will you marry me? Why Willy, you darling! Of course! cried Diana. Dong! Dong! Dong! Diana slowly opened her eyes. Was it? No! Yes, it was! Only a dream. Diana fired a pillow at the alarm clock, and felt like crying. ' All that day she tried to make herself believe that it was more than only a dream. That evening Wilfred came over and they went out on the verandah to talk. Diana couldn't keep from hoping a foolish hope that Wilfred would propose as he did in the dream. When she had almost given up hope-1 Diana, will you marry me? Why-why Wilfred! gasped Diana. Will you marry me? persisted Wilfred. Yes, you dear, cried Diana, and the next moment she was telling him all about her dream. And to think, she said, that it really came true. We are even sitting in the hammock, just as we were in the dream, -Frances Fisher, '28. ITwenty-livel

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MY FIRST DAY OF HIGH SCHOOL IN JAPAN Five hundred students are standing in lines silently in the auditorium. The brilliant morning sun is shining through the open windows, and many spring birds are singing, happily among the cherry blossoms in the yard. It is the fourth of April, the first day of our school in Japan, and I am indeed happy and hopeful to Hnd myself among the bigger students of the upper classes. The principal appears on the stage, and makes an address to the students. The piano is played, then the young, strong low-voiced chorus follows it. It is the school song, and although I don't know the song at all, it I'IIlS my little heart with joy and hope. We return to our dormitory, which is next to the school, before noon, and I find three of my classmates and two older students in my room. My dormitory life has begun now. At five o'clock in the afternoon, we have our supper at the dining hall, and we start our study at six o'clock and sit at the desk three hours. We do not study, because the older two tell us all about the curious customs of the dormitory and the cruelty of the older students. At half past nine we all goto bed, but as the time goes on, I begin to feel sad because I miss the smiling face of my grandmother, and the cruelty of the older students, which was told about by the two is beginning to become apparent. I try to sleep in vain until one o'clock, and then I fall asleep. -Alfred Akamatsu, '29. THE GIRLS' DRESSING ROOM AT THREE O'CLOCK Bang goes the door! Hey, stop pushing. Get out of the way. Hey, hurry up with that key, Lillian. Where's my stocking? Can't take gym today, somebody swiped my middy. Do we have those old exercises today? My legs and arms are so sore, I can hardly walk. Gosh I'm glad I'm not monit'or. Stop hitting me with your elbow, Helen. Where do we go today? Got an extra middy, Edna? Yes, but it's dirty. That's alright, I forgot mine. I betch' I'm the last one out there today. Aw, heck! I tore my stocking. Gee, Helen that stocking of yours is 'soulless.' Hey, Irene, ready yet? Oh, Katie, where are you? Wait for me, Bill, I'm almost ready. Hey look at my arm where Myrtle hit me.' I wish she'd let me play third. I guess you can play there today 'cause Laura is absent. Darn, I broke my shoe lace. Anbody got a comb? Where's my shoe? Fork over that tie, Helen, that's mine. u u u 44 aa as u u 44 u 44 u u U 1 Ffwenty aevenl