Galt High School - Highlights Yearbook (Galt, CA)

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ESlxti:enfI A sad, rather sweet smile crossed Miss Elliot's firm but clear features, and she good naturedly answered, Really, Josh, l'm very sorry it disturbs your new master, and l shall be very careful not to play it so oftenf' He thanked her and bowed again, then started down the steps. Miss Elliott thrust out her hand in a detaining gesture as though to call him back. but she only sighed, turned slowly around and closed the door. She turned the light low and very slowly began to ascend the stairs. Far into the night she kept murmuring to herself, Can it be? O, can it be? Hut I knew-. 'llhe next day Miss Elliot gathered a large bouquet of yellow roses, placed them in a beautiful basket and started hesitatingly down the walk, out of the gate, across the road, and when she reached the gate of the Mansion House she drew a long breath and with a show of determination marched quickly up the steps and set the basket of roses on the porch. Quietly but hastily she walked back to her own home. Miss Elliott was very nervous and irritable that morning, She looked out of the window often, and she saw that the basket of roses was gone, About two o'clock she heard someone coming up the front steps. Her heart bounded and she smoothed down her hair and went to the door. XfVith her hand on the knob her heart almost failed her, but she resolutely opened the door. -Hazel Cooper, '27. A NVGRD FOR G!-XLT I can't for a moment imagine Vlfhy anyone talks aboutn Galtg lt isn't a bad place to live in, The ones that talk are at fault, It's merely a typical farm town, But it's full of attractions that's trueg So why should we be discouraged Because it displeases a few? A If you traveled about for ages, You'd come back to Galt once again, Because it's the good old home-town, No matter what troubles some feign. So forget your complaint and your grievance And remember the old Golden Rule, Be kind to your friends and your neighbors If you'd have them be kind to you! ' -Hazel Cooper, '27. 'FH E VICTORY The crowd rose to its feet yelling madly as jim Duncan, or Red as he was called by his schoolmates, made a spectacular shot, putting VVashington one point in the lead. The game ended without another score. Vffashington lost the next game by a close score and was eliminated from the running for the state championshipg but with the same team, the coach

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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

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and every one else had high hopes for the next year. Red was the coach's main hope and the idol of the entire school. But the next year, his senior year, his showing was a disappointment. 'The coach was troubled and much puzzled. After a little investigation he found that Red had taken up with an out of the school crowd, was keeping ir- regular hours, smoking and not training at all. The coach talked seriously with Red, and he resolved to keep strict training in the future. But the next night the old crowd came around and his good resolutions went the way of many others. After a couple of practice games had been lost through Red's poor play- ing, the coach gave him up in despair and put a man with much less experi- ence in his place. Red had not realized how he had been falling down, and when the coach took him off the team he was very much hurt. It was not until he was taken out of the opening game in the first quarter that he realized his inefficiency. The next week his friends were surprised at the change in his habits. He threw away his cigarettes, kept regular hours and practiced all his spare time. VVhen two members of his old gang met him on the street they urged him to go to a dance that night. He wanted to go but said that he had started training. Oh come on, they exclaimed, be a sport. Don't break up the gang. But Red still refused. VVell, sneered one of them as he walked off, if you think more of bas- ket ball than you do of your friends, all right. jim's hair wasn't red for nothing, and something in the way the remark was said made him angry. Hey, wait a minute, he called out. I've been running with you fellows instead of training long enough. I have been a poor sport and a traitor to my coach, my team mates, and my school. I have a chance now to win some honor for myself and help win some for my school. If you fellows were real friends of mine you wouldn't try to stop me. Turn- ing on his heel he walked away. About the time Wasliiiigton had become champion of the section and was practicing for the state championship, 'fRed began to get back into his old form. Red was allowed to play forward before the game with Burnell. The Burnell-VVashington game was the big game each year and Red was more than proud to play. As soon as the game began, NVashington 1'ealizcd that they would have to work hard to out-score their opponents. In the last quarter the score stood 16-16 with both teams fighting for the lead. Red fouled near the end of the game and a Burnell man made the free shot, making the score 17-16. Red's heart was in his throat. Wliat if that point should lose the game? VVashington's center got the touch when the ball went back into play. Red got the ball and passed across the court to the other forward. A man rushed at him and he passed back to Red, There was not a hope of getting through Burnell's defense. But Red shot from the center. The ball rose in a perfect arch and sank through the goal. Red's goal had won. The coach came up to Red after the game and shook hands with him Great work, Red, he said, you ought to make a star in college. Jim replied seriously, I may not get anywhere, but you can bet your last dollar I'm sure going to train. -john Shellenbarger, '25. IfSeventeenfI