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Origin of the Cactus Apollo, deep in brooding anger, crossed lois sacred skies. Straight Joe went, straigtjt as ttoe hlue-hlacti. raven flies; As t oe day went into tiuilight, tloe twiligtot into dar i He entered in t oe forest ivloere the trees load purple barJi. He tooli in all tloe grandeur ivitlo one deep and loving breath And tloe silence of tloe forest was still — quite still as death. Apollo wandered tJoroiigJo tloe icood; he cJoanced to see a stream And seated by it tvas a maiden clad in a moonbeam. Apollo teas encJoanted witJo loer beauty and loer grace — Her eyes were blue, her loair ivas broivn and deep cream was loer face. He seemed to ivant loer like a child — a toy he cannot reach 7 love yon. Oh! I love you. Come luith me I do beseech! Sloe heeded not his gentle words; sloe fled from him in haste. He followed loer; he wanted loer, but wings loer feet replaced. They ran and ran ' til desert tvastes did take tloe place of pine And lo! no longer luas tloe girl, nor of her was a sign; Tloe desert held naught on it but a cactus, straight and tall. And deep within its spiuey arms a blossom, to enthrall Tloe heart of one who load been foiled and lost his own true love; For the maiden load been changed by Diana far above. MY FOREST The pine trees in my forest divide their day and night into six periods. They are so vain and love clothes so much that they change gowns for each period! The first starts about five-thirty or six o ' clock in the morning, when the earliest early bird in sleepy twitters tells his family he must be up and hunting that worm. Then he bursts forth in a spontaneous song of joy, the forest alarm clock. Others join him and soon the forest is wide awake. The trees, being very modest, feel that now the birds are up, they must clothe themselves in some manner. After talking together in sleepy swishes each tree in my forest reaches up to the heavens and draws down and around her a filmy garment of gray — FOG. Now, at ten o ' clock my trees array themselves in mauve-blue and gray, a most charming gown for early morning — SKY and FOG. An apron, of course, is appropriate for noon and as my trees are very sensible each one wears a little blue apron with a yellow design — SKY and SUNSHINE. For six o ' clock dinner they don gowns of changeable silk, purple, pink and gold— SUNSET GLOWS. At half past seven my trees are dressed, ready and waiting. Each wears a formal of blue — TWILIGHT. Now eight o ' clock and my trees slip on their black evening wraps and leave — NIGHT. Laurie Pilling, Low Nine.
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To a Brook I Little brook a-jloiving, Over hill and dale, Under Spruce and Hemlock, Through a ivooded vale. Bubbling over pebbles, Miirin ' ring soft and loiv, Shim ' ring like a necklace In the twilight ' s soft ' ning glotv. II Little brooklet flouring. Sparkling to the sea. Busy, tiny river, Hoiv gay you seem to be. Llowing ever onivard, Onward through the night, Greeting luith a golden song The coming of the light. Elinor Skimmings High Eight. PEEPING AT NATURE It had been one of those glorious, sunny days that are plentiful in California. And now, as we look over the bay, we see the tall skyscrapers of San Francisco, glitter- ing like castles in the sun. We look toward the north- west through the Golden Gate, at the sparkling waters of the Pacific. The sun is just going down over the tinted purple hills, as we watch its shadows on the Pacific. The crimson clouds slowly darken and also become shadows in the sky. Our sight wanders to the moonlit ridges behind Ber- keley, where the trees, outlined against the sky, look like ghastly ghosts, and the clouds like galleons, with their sails to the wind. When we glance back over the quiet waters, the city is wrapped in sleep, with the moon a watchful guardian. Ted Dietrick, High Eight.
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Miiieralo ical Pi The ardent mineralogist He labors all year round, Seeking types of crystals rare In mines deep in the ground. He spends bis time in digging eartb His u ork is really bliss. His alphabet is strange indeed, It runs along like this: An A. is Alabaster white, It ' s source some S02ithern places Beryl and Calcite, B. and C., With clear and clean-cut faces. For D. there is the Diamond rare And E. the Emerald green. Fhiorite bo u s and claims the E. As Gold, our G. is seen. While H. is Hydrocalcite, Iron Steps in next place for I. Jasper, J., is brightest red, And Kunzite, K., stands by. Limonite trails on for L. And Mica ' s silver sheen Shines out for M., and then for lY. Neptunite is seen. Opal ' s ever changing hues Eor O. are world reuou ued ; And Pyrite and it ' s many cubes Eor P. has next been found. Eor O. we have the crystal Quartz, The poor man ' s gem, ' tis said And next for K. and prized by kings Are dazzling Rubies, red. Sapphire note for S. is here In soft cornflou er blues, And for T. is T ourmaline With it ' s tri-colored hues. Urbanite is blue for U. And Valeite, pale, for V. W. is blue Wardite Erom Utah, as you see. Next for X. is Xenotime All crystalled in the ground, While Y. is Yttrocrasite black. And Z. as Zinc is found. Ami noic, my every reader, you Are someday sure to hear That every mineralogist Is sane, but very queer. Margaret Melhase, High Nine. THE JONESES PACKING UP Place: The Joneses bedroom. Mrs. Jones is packing toys, clothes, and necessary things for a vaca- tion. The room is littered with these things. A voice calls from off stage. Voice: Mildred, where is my shaving cream? Mildred: ' Tm sorry dear, but the children were using it to wash their dog ' s teeth. They looked so cute that I just couldn ' t stop them. Voice: Oh, and while they are looking cute what am I supposed to shave with? Mildred: Now, George, don ' t get sarcastic. Didn ' t you buy a new tube for the trip? Here it is. (takes it off stage) . (A child runs into the room, holding out his hand.) Child: Mother, Brownie bit me. (begins to cry) . Mildred: (running back on stage) Oh, did Mother ' s little sugar plum get bitten by the nasty dog? Sit down while I go find the medicine.
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