Eureka High School - Sequoia Yearbook (Eureka, CA)

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Stella, who had been a silent spectator, ventured, HWe might be commit- ting a state's prison offense. 'lI'll serve time if we are, answered Marion, as she picked up the black- ened remains of the notes and placed them in her handkerchief, thus obliterating all signs of the deed. 1 Then she loosened the clover from her belt and after laying it on the table, took Stella's arm and together they quietly left the room. SHIRLEY PINE, '10, 6' SSW lk --1 I p ,,., ..,. 31 The Summer Rain. How happy is the summer rain, Falling on the window pane! Pitter patter, scurry, scatter, . Ever making such a clatter: First a bound, a roar, a rush, Then there's just a silent hush, And I fancy I can hear , Something saying in 1ny ear: Q tx Come with us outside to play, Don't stay in the house all dayg I ,X ,V ll We to you will do no harm, L K So you need not be alarmed, . . Y-f We are just the summer rain ff-- Falling O11 the window pane. K ,XXI HELEN S. ALBEE, '11, B! xg ff' ,xi fx PAGE TWENTY-ONE 'rx . fw F77 if Q T 1 t ' Q -f 4' . F 1 li ' rv T . 'i I X. U 'u' Ci I-I-l 595.2 91 T1 'i wfgxp - M Q3 - L. ,,.,i?q Z: ER - 1 ,A 1 Zi 4L,i:9lji:Vg,,L.Az, Q--N Tiif Q '-remix, , ME, UV . L mr .l.,,g,,f-f f-1 ff -xF?.,i fl K!-Lf

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For answer Margaret laid a black-bordered envelope on the table. It brought the sad news of her mother's unexpected death. The girls were silent for awhile then Stella, all sympathy, asked: HIS there anything we can do for you, Margaret? UNO, thank you, only leave me to myself. The next day Margaret left college for three weeks. During her absence Marion thought seriously of her treatment of Margaret and determined to act differently when she returned. Four weeks later a jolly crowd of girls was assembled in Marion's room for the first time. Tonight our sentences will be pronounced, girls, exclaimed Marion from the table where she was preparing a dainty luncheon. HYes, and I expect at least two Hunk notes, H came the sudden declaration from a corner where Stella had made herself comfortable with cushions and a cup of chocolate, how many do you expect, Margaret? Maimie sighed as she said to herself, Stella isnlt cured of asking ques- tions yet. , Everyone, from the teachers down, had noticed that Margaret had been failing in her studies since her return and Marion, seeing the flush that swept her face, interrupted by calling them to luncheon. After the good-nights had been said and Margaret was again in her own room she sat thinking about the question Stella had asked. How many notes would she get? She was going to India with her father and did not intend re- turning to college but she would so like to finish her first and only year with iiying colors. While busy with her thoughts she heard footsteps coming down the hall and knew it was the girl delivering the flunk notes. Would they stop at her door? No, they passed on. Maybe she overlooked some and will drop them when she comes up again. No, they passed her door again and she noticed that they had not halted at Marion's door either time. I'm glad of that, anyway, she said aloud as she turned out the light. The next day the girls went on a picnic which had been planned as a fare- well for Margaret. At the last moment Marion and Stella found out they could not go, so were contented with seeing the rest off. When they were returning up the driveway Marion, espying a large four-leaf clover rearing its head above all others, picked it and fastened it in her belt. 'lThey only gave half the Hunk notes last night, suddenly remarked Stella, 'ijust up to the letter M. HAre you sure of that? hastily inquired Marion. Upon receiving an answer in the affirmative, she started on a run toward Margaret Randolph's room with Stella some few feet behind her. HSix! she exclaimed, gazing in astonishment at the notes on the table. HShe won't know I am ahead of her if I can help it, and deliberately taking a match from the table she placed the notes in a chafing dish'and touched the match to them, saying as she did so, She's not coming back next year anyway. PAGE TWENTY

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A Sister's Love. Freshman Story. 'W' F 4 AR over the sea in the quaint old town of Rome, is the Colosseum 'H or amphitheater. It was built long ago by Vespasian, an emper- L J, or. In it the Romans used to gather to see the combats between N' men and wild beasts. 1 i , Though decayed and tumbled down, it still stands there ' :? where it stood hundreds of years ago. Inside is the open space or arena, with seats arranged around the walls. In this arena grow beautiful flowers, such as are found in no other place in the world. They are drooping and graceful and of pure white, with one bright red spot in the center like a drop of blood. The origin of the flower is given in the following ..,,g g amz., ww ....,: 31165, e-If 5355 es. ' X u'- I 6 - -. ,'s:::g't:1f:: ' I story: Long, long ago, so they say, when the Colosseum was in all its splen- dor, Rome was at war with a mighty Gallic king. Many, many years she had tried to overcome him and each time had failed. The king had one son, Otho, and a beautiful daughter, Otholia. The children lived and played and grew up together, inseparable companions. At last, in a great and memorable battle, the Romans overcame the king and took as chief captives Otho and Otholia. Then a new trouble arose. 'They are young and beautifulf said one, 'we must not kill them.' But the rest laughed scornfully. 'Dost thou forget,' asked one, ithat the emperor's birthday comes soon and we must provide for the amusements of the day? The boy is strong and manlyf'twill be a goodly sight to see him overcome by T ingus, the lion. As for the girl, 'twill be easy to kill her after the sportsf The rest agreed and the date of Otho's death was set within the week. The emperor's birthday dawned bright and clear and throngs of richly dressed nobles and ladies poured into the Colosseum. As they took their seats they whispered to one another the report that this would be the best combat of the season, and everyone was well pleased at the prospect. At ten o'clock the Colosseum was filled and Otho was led into the arena. He had kissed Otholia good-bye and held her in his arms, begging her not to cry, for she would soon join him. The arena was now as still as death. The roars of the fierce, half-starved beasts were distinctly heard. A cage on one side of the arena was opened and a great shaggy lion leaped out and ran straight towards Otho. The boy leaped back. By a series of dodges and jumps he escaped death for at least five minutes. But the strain was wearing on him. Great beads of perspiration stood out on his forehead, and his body was torn and bleeding. The eyes of the audience were riveted on him. All saw that the end was near. Suddenly there was a great commotion in the eastern end of the arena. With PAGE TWENTY TWO