Galt High School - Highlights Yearbook (Galt, CA)

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lFqurteenl the pass was intercepted. Then the fullback fumbled the ball when receiving it from center and was lucky to recover it on his own ten-yard line. Fourth down and forty to go. A kick was their only choice. The kick was wild and landed two feet outside the sidelines-a safety. The fans went crazy, the ice was broken at last. However, that was not all that was broken, for the Tiger's morale-well, they just didn't have any after that. There were four minutes left and, with a completely broken team in front of them, the Bears were able to score a touchdown. The game ended with a final score of Bears, 10-Tigers, 0. -Irving Adams, '27, TOP O' THE VVORLD We stood on a white covered mountain And gazed on the valley below And tho't what a wonderous creation That was pure and beautiful as snow. For we stood on the top of the world, m Where strife and lust cannot go- VVhere we breath pure air And think pure thoughts And know we are far better so, Than living a life of luxury and ease Down in the city below, Down where toil and struggle and strife Soon make a wreck of a person's life, And make them wish they were back aga Cn the Top O' the World, in the land o Forever away from the toil and strife Free to live a happy life. y friend, in f God's Men -Hazel Cooper, '27, F IREFLYS TORCH Many years ago when fairies still roamed the earth, there lived a lovely little fairy whose mission was the spreading of sunshine in the dark corners of the forest. Late one afternoon, after a hard struggle, Sunbeam succeeded in gaining entrance to a dark glen. Tired out, she stopped to rest on the top of a giant fir tree where she fell asleep. When she awoke it was night. The dark ter- rified her above all things, but it was impossible to go back to Fairy Land because the gates closed at sunset. What could she do? just then she saw a light some distance away. She decided to fly to it. Anything is better than the dark, she thought. On approaching it she saw that it was a large fire-at campfire, a mortal would say, but Sunbeam knew not the language of mortals. Never before had she been so near to light. It so fascinated and delighted her that she forgot everything. When the sun rose, Sunbeam was still Huttering around the embers of the fire. That night, instead of going back to Fairy Land, she again visited the campfire. On her third day's absence she received a summons to the Court of the Fairy Queen. In great remorse she hastened to obey.

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Literatu 'll H E PLAY-O I-ili 'l'he Marx Bears and San l..eandro Tigers were about to play the game that would decide the state championship. A large, enthusiastic crowd had already gathered in the stands, and it was only the skillful handling of ex- perienced yell leaders that prevented a gang light. , . - . . . lhe referee walked to the center of the held with the new pigskin and called the captains of the two teams for a flip. The Bears got their choiceg they received. From the kickoli' the ball soared high and to the south east corner of the grid, only to be caught by the runt and carried, with good interference and dodging, to the 'l'iger's forty-yard line. XX hard game had begun: it seemed that neither team could advance the ball, for play after play failed, even though the ball changed hands several times on downs. 'l'hus the hrst half went scoreless. During the period between halves the coaches talked to their teams asking them to be careful and above all things, to be vigilant, for the game was SLITC to go to the side that played doggedly, carefully, and with their eyes open, taking advantage of the hrst break. For as the old saying goes, Opportunity knocks at one's door but once. 'I'hc second half began with the 'l'igers receiving the ball which they fumbled and lost on their own twenty-yard line. 'l'he game was telling on the players and they were silent and worried when they crouched into position for the next play. lt was a pass. and ap- parently succcssful. llad the ice been broken at last? Had the Bears scored? Xvhy doesn't the referee say something? VVhat's Lane, the Tiger captain, saying to the referee. 'l'heir guard touched it before it was received. Ask him, he'll tell yuh ll' begged I,ane. 'l'he referee, excited as he was, did this unfair thing, he asked! The guard told the truth, he had touched the ball. The pass was then declared in- complete l 'llhe stands went wild. 'l'he third quarter ended with the ball still in the Bear's paws: the score was O to O at its close. 'l'he short rest between periods was appreciated by both teams, but it was a tired bunch that returned to play the final quarter. 'l'he Bears started the quarter with a pass that was never eompletedg then they tried to buck with no success. They then made an end run, never ex- pecting a gain but merely seeking a more advantageous position for a goal from the field. lt was the 'fourth down: apparently the Bears' last chance. The place kick was low and hit a player fapparently a 'lligerj' but nevertheless went over. llad some one scored at last? VVait, there's Lane talking to the referee again. Aw listen, Ref, it was their tackle. lt hit before goin' over. Ask him. 'I'he Hear tackle, a good sport, also told the truth: it had hit him. 'l'he goal was lost and the ball was given to the Tigers on their twenty- yard line. 'llhey tried a pass that was successful. They tried it again, but trnmieni

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Immediately upon reaching Fairy Land she was taken into the presence of the lovely Queen Rose, who said, Little Sunbeam, you have broken a fairy law. 'l'he law that says 'All fairies must be inside the gates at sunsetf I have given you three chances but you have failed because of your love for light. The punishment for broken laws is banishment. But because of your faithful service l will give you a tiny torch that will light the paths of travellers. All of us have seen little Sunbeam. VVC call her Firefly. -Emma Nichols, '28. RECONCILED Miss Elliot was most certainly an old maid! But no one ever mentioned it, you may be sure. She had been a music teacher for years, no one knew just how long, and for about the same length of time she had lived in the little white house across the street from the Mansion House. The owner of the Mansion House had been dead seven long years, no one had lived there since his death except the old negro man whot took care of it. It was rumored that there was a cousin of old Mr.Bates who had inherited the property, but he, having always lived in the city, was not anxious to move to so small a town. One day a large carriage drove up in front of the Mansion House and stopped. Miss Elliot, who happened to be looking outiof the window, saw a tall, slender man, neatly dressed in a black suit, step out of the carriage, ex- tract a key from his pocket, unlock the gate and enter. .He walked slowly up the wide, smooth, path and even more slowly he mounted the steps, unlocked the great oak door, and went in, closing the door after him. Miss Elliot could not restrain her curiosity. She made all the inquiries possible without leaving the impression on anyone that she was interested. No matter how often she looked out of her window across at the big Mansion House she did not see anything of the man. She wondered if she had seen a vision, and she immediately decided to consult an occulist if some of her efforts refused to bring 1'esults. Now, Miss Elliot was by no means rich, but she was comfortable, and she kept everything so immaculate one would suppose she had hired help. Her rose garden, with its quaint old trellises, and arbors covered with lovely old- fashioned roses, was the pride of her rather dreary life. The lawn in front of the little white bungalow was never ragged or uneven and she always mowed it herself. ln Miss Elliot's parlor stood the old Baby Grand piano, a few chairs, a writing desk, and a large mahogany Victrola. ' That Victrola was the envy of the whole neighborhood. She did not have very many records, but she did not seem to care. She never played but one piece, and that was Sweet Genevieve. Every evening at exactly six o'clock she would begin playing Sweet Genevieve and she played and re-played it until she went to bed. That evening about the fourth time she had played it, she heard a knock at the door. She shut off the Victrola very painstakingly, then slowly went over and opened the door. The old negro man of Mr. Bates' confronted her, bowed very low and began apologetically, Miss Elliot, Marse -lack done sent word by me that if it wouldn't be too much bother, would you please not play that piece so much. You see, it makes him think of someone that he knew a long time ago, and it makes him sad a11d nervous, Marse -lack being sick and bad anyway, he hesitatingly Hnished. V IFifteenI