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

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Who's trying to sing down there? Sounds like Velma's gentle voice. I bet we beat the Upper Classmen today. Listen to the FreshiesI Let me use your powder puff, Pearl? Who borrowed my comb? Gosh, we'll have to hurry, everyone else is gone. Bang goes the door and all is quiet until 3:30. Beatcha in. My gosh I'm hot. 'lThat was a swell home run Alma hit. That's a Freshman for you. Who took my clothes? . Well wouldn't that knock you? I have to ketch a bus. i'Some of the Upper Classmen, I suppose, they were excused first. Look out for your head Mitsookie, I'm going to close my locker door. Hey Bill, you had better get your life insured if you are going to stoop over in front of this door much longer. Hurry up or the busses will leave. Bang! All is quiet again. -Katherine Cassie, '29. DICK ENTERTAINS Oh, T-O-M! Shucks, just as we were getting good! Little Tom Draper was genuinely annoyed, for hadn't he and Dick Crocker been working on Harry Kloom's radio for ever so long, and weren't they all finished except wiring the batteries? ' T-O-M! Well I 'spose I might just as well go and find out what she wants. Tom reluctantly arose and cut across lots to his home on the next street. A few minutes later he was back, a frown on his forehead, and with an abused air announced: Ma sez cousin Mary Lou is comin' this afternoon, and I gotta see that she has a good time. . A silence fell upon the three boys. Can ya beat it? Haven' an ole girl to tote 'round and spoil our fun. She won't- know a condenser from a generator. Well, if Sally was home, she could play with her, Harry generously offered. 'lCan't she play with Nancy? I shu'd say not! Nancy ain't nice, she's tough-'sides she'd come over and bust our radio! I've got it! Have her come and lissen to the radio! The others looked with awe and admiration upon Dick. Why hadn't they thought of that? Yes, an' we can fix up a place for her to sit, an' if she wants to, we can show her how to tune in. For awhile the three boys were very busy fixing up. The fioor of the shed that served as a workshop for the youthful Kloom, was more carefully swept than it had ever been before. A relic of a rocking chair, with one rocker I'1'wenty-eightj

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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

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gone, was carefully dusted, and an old carpet spread over it. The radio received a final polishing and all was in readiness. She oughta be here pretty quick, hadn't she? anxiously asked Harry, giving a Hnal yank to his refractory necktie, an article donned for the occasion. Yeh, pretty quick, agreed Tom, industriously trying to improve the appearance of his shoes with his pocket handkerchief. Will your ma send her over here, or will you go get her? asked Dick, emerging from the water bucket. My gosh, here she comes 'cross the lot! wailed the unfortunate Dick, who made a wild grab for the cloth that served as a towel. Tom went out to meet Mary Lou, with the two suddenly bashful boys following. Mary Lou was about their age, which was ten, and she had evidently been dressed for the occasion. Her shining golden hair lay in little ringlets all over her head, and her blue dress emphasized the blue of her eyes. Her red lips were curved in a smile. An awkward silence followed the stammering introduction. Then Dick, who had been gazing open mouthed, suddenly came to, and advancing, said, The girls 'round here are all away now but -here he stopped and gulped,- but there's an awful good show two blocks from here. Tom and Harry stood still for a few moments watching the now gaily chatting couple across the lot. Finally Tom sighed and said, Can you beat that for a dirty low down trick? And he was emphatically agreed with by thc still somewhat dazed Harry. -Lenore Greene, '27. IN COURTLAND We used to have a quiet place. Far from the cold Sierra's race. The cows would graze upon the street, And we'd speak to every one we'd meet In Courtland. But progress now has hit us fast, It's lit by electric' instead of gas, Where John Skinner once gave a shave, Now Skinner gives a marcel wave In Courtland, Oh for the joy of other days, When women went their busy ways. Before the lipstick hit the town. Before our castles tumbled down In Courtland. -Joe Enos, '27. ITwenty-ninel