King City Joint Union High School - Mustang Yearbook (King City, CA)

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. I tell ye I know all about The Bee-Hive Tragedy tamin' bees! said old Sport By DORIS COLLINS Gilbert to his two younger corn- : ,- panions, as the three were rid- ing homeward one afternoon. Well, said Tom Bennet, there is a tree with a bee-hive in it down the road about a mile. When we get there, Jack and I would be real pleased if you'd get us some honey. The three were horseback. Sport was a noted character about the community, which was settled around a small country town. He was well along toward sixty-five years of age. In his earlier years he had been very active, but lately he had become bothered with rheumatism. Sport was a great boaster. He had always boasted that he was especially apt at robbing bee-hives. Tom and Jack felt in gay spirits this afternoon and thought they would have a little fun at the expense of poor Sport. Why, you fellers nowadays don't know nothin' about robbing bee- hives, continued the old man. When I came out to Californy in '49, I drove a swarm of bees across the plains and never lost a bee! How's that ? He finished with an intelligent nod of his head and a wink. His two com- panions laughed. The three were now within about one hund1'ed yards of the bee-tree. We'll wait for you right here, Sport, said Jack. All right, replied the old man, It will only take me a little while to get this here honey. With this he painfully climbed down from his horse. Here's a small pail in which to get the honey, said Tom. I had my lunch in it. Sport took the pail, and groaning' and grumbling about his rheumatism, started out for the tree. The bee-hive was in a hollow in the trunk of the tree, t'Sport put his hand into the hive and began pulling out the honey. His good luck did not stay with him long, for soon a bee stung him on the ear. The old man made an slap at it with his hand. Just about this time the whole swarm became angry. Poor old Sport was slapping himself and getting honey all in his hair and whiskers, the latter of which he had plenty. Tom and Jack had started out for home immediately after the bees be- came angry. They knew that Sport would be furious at them, so they decided not to get near him for a couple of days in order to let his anger cool. Sport howled with anger and painrand ran to his horse, his rheuma- tism gone as if by magic. It was a very sore old man that went to bed at the ranch that night. Sport ,decided that his powers over bees were not what they used to be. H

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The Lost Carfare By ALVIN HABLES The train whistle blew. The train was about a mile from town. The station agent was getting his work done and pre- paring for the o n c o m i n g train. He looked at his watch and said, On time. Eight blocks from the station two men were rushing about gathering their belongings together in order to catch the train. Nice haul, said the larger of the two. Keep still, and hurry up, said the other. Forty-five seconds later the two men could have been seen running to catch the train which was now entering the station. A rather stout man on the opposite side of the street noticed the two running to catch the train. He wore a badge signifying that he was a detective. That's them, said the officer to himself as he started running after them. The two men rushed up to the station agent, and the larger of the two asked for tickets. The station agent had the tickets, but the man found that he had no money. Pay the man, ordered the larger. I can't unless I take it out of the sack, replied the smaller. The station agent became suspicious and would not sell the men tickets. The train left the station. Let's take a car, said the smaller of the two men, and they dashed around the corner of the depot. Two minutes later the detective came round the corner leading the two men. Nice work, said the station agent to the marshal. The marshal received a S500 reward, and the station agent received S350- all on account of the lost carfare. Twilight and Shadows By MARIE GONTHIER Just before the sun sinks in the blushing sky of the gold- en West, it casts a beautiful reflection on the scene around it. The ragged cliffs and crags of the mountain's side turn purple and gold. The trees are bedecked in robes of autumn glory, fiery red, blushing crimson, pale yellow, and bright orange. Gradually a hazy mist seems to meet one's eye as one gazes to- ward the darkening mountain slopes. Long shadows softly fall o'er hill and dale. One bright flash, and the sun is gone for another night. Slowly everything grows dark. Darker and darker. A misty waterfall sends sweet music o'er the slopes. Then magic moonlight plays on the shimmer- ing, silvery stream. Peace and solitude are reigning in the spot, but hark- not for long-a mournful howl is echoing through the vast wastes of cactus and sage, and for a moment a silhouette of a lonely wolf against the dis- tant skyline is faintly distinguished. Then solitude is once more the mon- arch of the place. ah WW 4

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LAMENT I saw the praise and honor that the football players got, I saw the thrill and glamour of the basket- ballers lot, And when the track and field men did their annual meets begin, I thirsted for the limelight lesser men than I were in. How fine to me did seem the noisy plaudits of the mob! How noble to do deeds to make a maiden's soft heart throb! Alas! With all the ardour of a partriotic fool, I swore I'd be an athleteg a great credit to the school. O God! How can I say it when my heart with anguish bleeds? I signed up to be an athlete and they put me-hoeing' weeds! -HOMER D. BRONSON