Eureka High School - Sequoia Yearbook (Eureka, CA)

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569 SEQUOIA His boat plunged headlong clown the chutes We heard the people yell, As Loring smiled and turning, said: You all can go to Hydesvillef' Grace Quill was riding on the cars- Doc Wallace paid the fare. She looked so young and, oh, so sweet, For she had dyed her hair. A vaudeville show had startedg I took a look inside. And when the leading lady came, My heart swelled up with pride. For it was Clara Hanson- She, who in the long ago, Had set the town a-talking By her stunt in Gustin's show. Then, smiling at each other, I saw a loving pair. She googooed at him softly, As he at her did stare. It was Micky and Frank Georgesong Two months they had been wed. They lived a life of peace and joy- So all the neighbors said. And near them by a window, With sad and pensive gaze, Stood Gladys Groves, the poetg Her poems were all the rage. Then, wandering through the crowd, About to leave the place, I heard a learned discussion About Euclidian Space. And, turning to discover Who might the speaker be, I saw May Davis on a chair, A book upon her knee.

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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.

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Ube SEQUOIA It seems she was a teacher In a college by the sea, And had written a long discussion On NVhat Isn't, That Ought to At the door, I met May Bennett. She said, Clarals doing fineg I, too, would leave my footprints Upon the sands of timef' Thinking o'er her vain ambition, With measured step and slow, I then betook me homeward And left behind the show. For I was now a chemist , And, although known to few, Had quite a reputation For turning litmus blue. Back to my work I hastened, Again content to mix, For in one day I had beheld, The class of nineteen six. They met by chance- They never met before. They only met that once, And they were smitten sore. They never met again- Don't want to, I avow. They only met that once- A freight train and a cow.-Ex. il,- B Loud the baby screamed and louder. Johnny fed him insect powder. Answering, scolding, with a shrug, Little sister acted bug. '