Eureka High School - Sequoia Yearbook (Eureka, CA)

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67:2 SEQUOIA The superintendent stopped me And said, Herel pay your finefl I near dropped dead, when I beheld, That it was Harry Hine. His face shone up like radium, Beneath the electric light, His jacked cut extremely loose, His trousers very tight. The orchestra was playing A soft and soothing air. A lanky artist thumped the keys, He'd long and flowing hair. And it was Stephen Whipple, A master, now was he, For he composed the famous tune, Wl1o Stole the Bumble Bee? A tight-rope artist caught my gaze And it was johnny Locke. His foot slipped off the cable, And he fell down like a rock. Headlong, downward then he plunged So terribly through space. He landed on a handsome maid, Wlio stood with upturned face. The maid was Hattie-Fenwick, And he smote her on the chin. She opened up her mouth so wide He well-nigh tumbled in. A bunch of books beneath her arm, A peddler girl was she, They all were dropped she was so scared There were but twenty-three. And over in the corner A peanut vendor sat. Upon his back a rusty coat, Upon his head-a hat.

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Ube SEQUOIA Class Prophecy .0 The Humboldt County Fair By T. B. H. 'o6. Full twenty years had passed away Since that eventful date: XVhen, gathered on the platform, NVe had learned our awful fate. And now the I-lumholdt County fair XVith portals open wide, Had welcomed in the motly crowd- The speilers barked outside. Then quickly I bethought me, To wend my steps that way To see my old-time classmates, And hear what they would say. And there upon a coal oil box, Wfithout the entrance wall, Bob Edmonston was speiling, And loudly he did bawl. Step right up here, young ladies, And see the wondrous sight. At half-past two the trained goldfish Are going to start a fight. ' So up stepped Mildred Farley, So dapper and so trim. She pushed aside the motley crowd And butted right straight in. The goldhsh started Fighting. It surely was a fright. They stood erect upon their tails, And struck with all their might.

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Fha SEQUOIA It was young D. -I. Flanigan As sure as I'm alive. He shouted out, They're nice and fresh I sell them two for five. And in the big arena A stately maiden sat, And made plum pies to sell to guys Who wanted to get fat. It was Luella Van Horn. The pies were pretty good. Whenever a victim downed one He dropped right where he stood. Two Reubens came in from the hills And stood there with a frown. The hrst, it seems, was Belva Axe, The second, Florence Brown. They didn't like the show at all, Said it was mighty slow. And so they packed their carpethags And through the door did blow. The sweet sound from a large bass drum Was wafted to my ear. I stood erect upon one foot And turned my head to hear. It was the ladies' orchestra, Brought over from Berlin. They paid thecustoms officer, Who had to let them in. Miss Irene VValter lead the band With easy, measured rhyme, She made them make a frightful noise- They kept but little time. The first trombone was Cora Young, Who played with wondrous easeg She would have hit the highest note, But' had to stop, to sneeze.