Eureka High School - Sequoia Yearbook (Eureka, CA)

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PAGE NINETEEN Fern sits before a piano thereg Anna and Vera are near byg Each play upon a mandolin, And, as the last strains die, A singer steps before 1ny gaze. -lt is Muriel Falk, so wise: And as her sweet voice echoes forth Shes a wonder, someone cries. I turn toward the speaker tall. Keith lelamner, it proves to be. liy his side is seated Marion: Ile is attentive, I can see. Near them I notice Lea. too, And Hazel Nesman, shy. Just then the music starts to play, And I turn away my eye. The player is Gerald in nobby clothes, Accompanied by Pearl, the fair. Someone else attracts my eyesg It is Florence upon the stair. She is standing by Etta in the aisle, With Ethel and Ida Trott. No one comes to show them their seats, For the ushers have forgot. The ushers then swiftly forward cam And I saw NVard I-Iill and Abe. C, They are talking to Allard, the senator, Who is seated by a maid. The maid I noticed is Vera Balm, A teacher in the grades: She is the same sweet Vera still, Excepting she has slightly aged. As my eyes passed over the audience, Two other friends I scan: One is the famous chemist, Frank, Holding Eleanor by the hand. Near the door I notice XVilliam stand. Ile is eagerly jotting down The noted singers as they appear In their beautifully fashioned gowns. As I stand there gazing o'er the crowd The music ceases to playg A speaker steps before us all- Leslie Axe has made his way.

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A Bag Bream fClass Prophecy.j l am thinking of my classmates dear, And of old Eureka High, Vklhere upon the well-worn schoolhouse steps VVe said our last good-bye. Now we are separated far, And, as I close my eyes, I see them all beyond me stand, Each as his task he plies. They pass before my wondering gaze just like a picture book. The first I see is Elma dear, A domestic science cook. Then, as I turn the page once more, 'Who is it that I see? 'Tis Leland in a far-off land Down on his bended knee. Hels asking Lodema for her hand, She's standing by his side, Her face is radiant with a smile, For she will be his bride. They fade away in shadows pale, As I turn my face to view A dear old-fashioned cottage small, VVhere stands a girl I knew. It is Illah, who is married now To a wealthy farmer lad. They are happy and contented there On the old farm still with Dad.', In the doorway I see Agnes Dick, XVho from College has just come. She has Hnished her course in English And is numbered a teacher one. And some one stands by Illah's side- It is Muriel Hodgson, fair. She has come to spend her vacation In the balmy mountain air. Then, as I turn the page again, I'm in another sphere, I see a splendid audience And hear music, sweet and clear. now, S PAGE EIGHTEEN

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He is great as an orator now, Sought for in many lands, But he prefers a quiet life XYith his family near at hand. The next scene is a ghastly one, Wfith silence early and late. A doctor stands beside the bed, VVhom I recognize as Drake. The nurses are Stella, straight and prim, And Wlilda, the matron thereg The third one quietly enters the room, VVhom I notice is Valerie Sinclair. Now the scene is in a far-off land. I spy two maidens there. They are Lela and Neta Fearrien On a mission to heathen there. On that distant shore stands Florence trueg Married to a soldier man. ' She has left here cheerful, happy home To dwell in that desert land. Rose Gyselaar is her companion prim, VVho has married an English earl. She has always been a favorite, Ever since a little girl. And soon I see our Beryl, so calm, In a distant Eastern state, She busily teaches the shorthand class From nearly dawn 'till late. Frances is also teaching there, In the Ancient History classg She has always starred in her History course, And has found her career at last. As the last picture fades before my eyes, I am thinking of my lot. I see the school upon the hill And the little ones forgot. Two other classmates share my fate. They are Cora and Ruth Hill. Both are teaching in a distant place And are single Misses still. Back to my work I turn my thoughts, Contented ever to delve. Though we are parted, I have viewed The Class of Nineteen twelve.. PAGE TWENTY