Eureka High School - Sequoia Yearbook (Eureka, CA)

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serious girl. She certainly is confident in herself. I wish the boys had half as much confidence as shef' . On the following day, the school was all excitement for a new pupil had enrolled. Clarence Freeman, was his name, and he was quite a studious sort of a chap. He lived at Ilarnett's, and was a great friend of Bricks The boys thought it was because he stayed at Margarie's home. for llrick's devotion to Margarie was of long standing. lt was just before the event and the boys remained at the track for a final tryout. When the hurdle event was called, Clarence made his appearance in tights and sweater. His face was as scarlet as his sweater, for his appearance had created a great laugh. Before he had hardly taken his place, the boys were off. Heedless of the laugh, he dashed after them, taking the hurdles with an ease that left them speechless. They were almost breathless with excitement as he rushed in ahead of all. For a few seconds Clarence was unable to free himself from the boys, who had crowded around him with hearty hand grips, shouts, pats on the shoulder, and words of praise and admiration. Wl1y did you not tell us you were good for the hurdles, the very thing we have been discussing these last few days P So that is why you and Brick have been over here every evening P The air was full of excitement and words of hope and praise. The town could hardly hold the boys. Clarence was entered for the hurdles and the hun- dred yard dash, and the boys went home jubilant and confident of success. Nor was their confidence misplaced. He was the hero of the day. and the cup was not carried off as it had been feared. Mead was so taken back at his failure to take the hurdles that he lost courage and Carl took the high jump. The enthusi- asm of the supporters of Clarence's school knew no bounds. Shouts, yells, horns, and hurrahs, filled the air with a din that stilled all else. Clarence did not stay long at school for he soon joined his parents in the East, and attended school there. but the boys never forgot him. When Margarie returned at Christmas time she heard Clarence Freeman's name mentioned quite often with the greatest respect and admiration. XVhy, said Jack, one day, you never would have dreamed he could do it. to look at him: he was such a frail looking fellow, not a bit bigger than you, and he even had a girlish look about his face. Blargarie and Brick, for some reason, smiled whenever they heard his name mentioned, and the boys somehow couldn't understand why they thought him a joke. zafiirr H.-TV il. ' Um?-, flitltgf PACE 'I'WENTY'SEVEN

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You ought to go in for the hurdles. jack, urged Brick Donley. You can beat that Tom Redding. You must do it. You can, if you only get up a little backbone. He's got the big head so badly over his running and jumping that the town will scarcely hold him. Show him he's not so much. You can, if you want tO. 77 At these encouraging words, jack straightened up with a determined look, and the boys knew they had touched the right chord to stir him on to action. They can't beat Carl jones in the shot put and high jump. VVhat if nve feet is your record, Carl, and that Ed. Mead went Five feet three yesterday? You can beat that without half trying. I know you can, persisted jim. If I can't beat that pie-faced Charlie in the pole-vault and standing broad jump, you can take me out and bump my head against a telephone pole, declared Brick. I tell you, we can give then a tight rub anyway, if every boy will do his bestf' Then Brick's face sobered as he reasoned: 'iBut the point is, boys, to win the hurdle, and that hundred yard dash. I am good for a short distance, but I know I donlt stand very much show with Tom in the hundred yard dash. We can count on second and third places, but first places, never. At this moment, the bell rang, and the boys took their places in line with the dogged determination to win. They'll have to fight hard if they carry off that cupf' whispered jack to Carl, as he slipped into his place in line. The next two days the boys wroked hard and faithfully, and did even better than they had expected. Carl raised his high jump to five feet five. Encouraged by his persistent determination, the other boys steadily advanced. just as they had begun to feel encouraged, news came that Mead had jumped five feet eight, and Brooks took the hundred yard dash in ten seconds-rumors, of course, but the boys' spirits dropped to zero. ' It's no useg we might just as well give up and quit tryingf, said Brick to Margarie Barnett, who had returned from college on the night of the report. 'iWe're bucking up against the wrong thingf, 'fDon't give up yetf' comforted Blargarie, knitting her bhows in a serious frown. Of course it does look rather dark for you boys. but there is surely some way to win, when you are so determined. I have an idea, she exclaimed suddenly. Margarie, the daughter of judge Barnett, was a tall, slender girl, and an athlete at every turn. She could outjump any of the girls. and they were all out- stripped by her in running. Margarie argued with Brick that she surely could combine tliese two ac- complishments and be able to hurdle fairly well. I don't see what good that will do us just now iffyou can. Margarief' ex- claimed Brick. VVhen he left her that evening he wore a half doubting look, mingled with a ray of hope. ,As he walked home that night he thought, It seems like a foolish experi- ment, but no one knows she is home, so I guess it won't hurt to try. I hope it won't get out, for the fellows would think it a big joke, and Margarie is such a PAGE TWENTX SIX

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Uhr linen Arrnui Elma Broderick. fg HE visitors to Yosemite Valley invariably have pointed out to them a curious pinnacle of rock rising from the side of the cliff almost QLSMJZ- to the summit of 'Yosemite Point. On one side of this point is Q the wild gorge down which tumbles the Yosemite Creek in that E H glorious waterfall that gives the valley its principal name. On the other is the lndian Canyon. a rugged, brush-choked ravine T3 that furnishes a difficult ascent from the valley to the top of the cliff. It was through this canyon that the Indians came out of and went into the valley to and from the highland above. This pinnacle of rock is called the Lost Arrowf' and to it the Indians have attached a romantic legend. Old Chief Paul was the last surviving member of his tribe, and he has often told the tale to interested groups. In the gentle glow of the twilight he began: Many, many moons ago, there lived in the beautiful valley of Ahwahnee Chief Neahjah.. His lodge was placed just where the river Hows gently througn the meadow, and where the big yellow night flowers blossomed in the time of the big waters. Here dwelt also his daughter, the beautiful Princess Teeheenay, whom the brave young Kossukah wooed and won. Many rich presents were brought and soon the day was set for the marriage ceremony. H011 the eve of the great day, as is the custom of our tribe, Kossukah went forth to kill game for the feast. He went up the rugged ravine of Lehamitee, and out into the high ground above, promising that when he had killed enough for the feast he would come to the edge of the cliff and shoot an arrow into the valley below in order that Teeheenay might know and rejoice. The long day passed and evening shadows were beginning to darken the valley below and still no sign came from the absent hunter. At the door of the lodge sat Teeheenay, waiting anxiously and then in mute fear for the return of her lover. As night came on, she stole forth from the lodge to the foot of the canyon down which Kossukah should come. Through the long night she waited, and with the first light of day made her way swiftly up the trail to the cliff above. Here her eager eyes discovered foot-prints leading to the edge of the precipice. Looking over, she saw, far below, on a ledge of rocks, the mangled body of Kossukah. By means of a signal Hre she summoned assistance from the valley below. The body was brought up by means of ropes, and when at last it lay at her feet, Teeheenay threw herself across the dead form and burst into a wild passion of grief. XVhen at last she grew quiet, the watchers around discovered that her spirit had fled to join that of her lover. The arrow which Kossukah should have shot into the valley was never more Tvvnurmmur