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

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The next afternoon Isabel was standing with her arms around the donkey's neck. Methusa1eh, she said excitedly, one of the nicest things is going to happen. Cousin Elsie is going to take me to Europe with her. She planned it all with dad and mother weeks ago but they never breathed a word. I never knew there was a secret in the air, but last night when I heard them talking, I scented something far-and Methuselah! It's just coming-why it's there now! It's just came into my head-why mama said Dad couldn't act! Elizabeth Wiedmann, '28. THE GAELIC WARS OF CAESAR I was in the library at midnight, As the clock was striking the hour, Trying to translate Caesar At that dark and dismal hour. My mind was tired and restless, And my eyes were dim for sleep, And the books that lay before me Seemed higher than I could leap. When ever I cross the river On the bridge with books for piers, Like the odor of drugstore perfume, Comes the memory of the Caesar years. -Inez Mason, '28. V Quiz-I-w IT!-iirty

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lThirty1 A POEM I've read the poems of Shakespeare, And I've read the works of Poe, Of Goldsmith and of Tennyson, And of others that you know. These men may be forgotten, But their thoughts will never be, For when I hear that music, Their thoughts come back to me. Now I can sit and ponder For hours at a time, Yet my poems lack that something, They only have the rhyme. But rhymes are always pleasing, The children love them so, And grown-up folks enjoy them, And they may live and grow. --Mary Wong. COUSIN ELSIE i'Oh, mother! Quick! Catch me before I faint! And with that. Isabel flopped down on the back steps, out of breath from running all the way from Peters, a little town a mile and a half away. Gracious, child, what is it? asked Mrs. Darly, coming out of the kitchen. Cousin Elsie is coming from New York this afternoon on the two-thirty. She says she wants to pay us a visit before leaving for a tour of Europe. I had a feeling that somebody was coming to visit us so I'm all prepared. Where's Methuselah? Oh, that old donkey wouldn't carry me home fast enough with this letter so I just jumped off and ran! I suppose he'll be home around lunch time, waiting for his lump of sugar. Oh, there's Dad in the barn. I'm going to tell him the news. :ss She'l1 be surprised, whispered Mrs. Darly to herself. 'iMother, said Isabel upon returning from the barn, I thought I was going to surprise Dad but he wasn't so surprised. Well acting doesn't run in his family. Acting? thought Isabel with a wrinkled forehead. That night, Mr. and Mrs. Darly and Cousin Elsie sat up late talking of who-knows-what. Isabel could hear their voices, and here and there, she would catch a word, -last letter-week ago. She does not-. She was puzzled but soon fell asleep.

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