Eureka High School - Sequoia Yearbook (Eureka, CA)

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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.

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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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Ulm SEQUOIA The first cornet was Frankie Bell, She does quite well, they say 3 The first blast she delivered Drove half the crowd away. Miss Murdoch played the cymbals, And loudly made them clashg They slipped and made an awful sound- The leader said, O, splash! Miss Florence Mathews played the drum 3 She swung with all her might, And hit it once so hard a blow It turned from black to white. Miss Acheson, the tuba, And she blew, Oh, so hard, For someone in the safety-valve Had stuffed a pound of lard. Bertha manned the triangle, And she was doing great, But stopped to find the square of it And started in too late. I turned and walked out through the crowd And other faces spied. Lo! there before me stood two friends- With joy I nearly cried. Bill Solomon and Hattie Welch. And they stood, hand in hand, Waiting for a wedding march To be started by the band. Grace Shaw and Edna Thomson I spied upon the ground. They lost some pennies in the rush, And none of them were found. With standing hair and staring eyes, Our old friend Loring sat. His teeth were clenched, and in one fist He grimly clutched his hat.