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

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The last rays of the sink- ing sun shone brightly upon the rude camp of Dick Dorris. He sat sourfully beside a ' smoking camp fire with his elbows resting on his knees and his head propped in his hands. He was thinking of his beautiful home back east, his dear little white-heared mother, his pretty,blue-eyed, little sister, and his dignified and business-like old father. His thoughts also wandered to a big ivy covered cottage where a girl, who had been his childhood sweetheart, lived. Then he wished that he and Strathford, his chum, had never thought of adventuring to this far northwest. Strathford had died two days before from weakness and starva- tion. Dick had had practically nothing to eat for over a week, and he was too weak now to hunt or fish, so he knew his fate might be like that of his comrade. . l The Lures of the North By ELIZABETH SHUEY VVhen the dawn first began to whiten the grey morning, Naatachee, the daughter of the chief of a northern Indian tribe, stole from her tepee. She wound her way up the sloping ridge around the rim of the valley. After carefully scanning the country for a few minutes she noticed a thin grey smoke, which appeared as if it came from a low burnt fire, only a short distance down the canyon. She carefully made her way through the trees and underbrush until she came to the camp of Dick Norris. She was afraid when she first saw the white man, but as she drew nearer she realized that he was unconscious and not asleep. She rebuilt the fire and pulled Dick closer to it, upon an old blanket. She then poured some very strong Indian herb medicine, which she carried for just such emergencies, between his lips. After a long time Dick slowly opened his eyes. I-Ie was so weak, how- ever, that he soon went to sleep again by the warm fire. Then Naatachee went to her father's camp to return in a few hours with two stout Indians who carried Dick into the Indian camp. After many months of food and care Dick was again the cheerful, ad- venturesome person he had once been. He owed his life to Naatachee, who by this time had grown very fond of him. She asked him to take her to the land of white people. Dick owed her his very existence but yet he thought of his home, the pride of his family, and the girl in the big ivy covered cottage. He knew that it would kill his dear old mother to introduce to her an Indian daughter. He thought of Horned Owl, Naatachee's father, and saw him a broken old man from the loss of his beloved daughter. Naatachee was very young and he knew that if he went away that in time she would forget him and be happy among her own kin. So when the full moon rose he glided in his birth canoe down the little stream, which rippled like a silver ribbon in the moonlight. At the last long bend he turned to wave goodbye forever to a slim little figure silhouetted against the sky-line in the moonlight.

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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

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School Spirit By OPAL CARR L School spirit is that neces- sary environment which belongs to every student body. It is a feeling of interest in one an- other on the part of all students. To haye the right kind of school spirit one should be loyal to faculty and fellow students, have pride in his school, and one should take part in the school activities, both in and out of school. When the school games such as baseball, basketball, football, track and tennis are played, every member of the student body should try and attend them. He should go there with the right spirit, give his team some yells, and let it know that he is backing the players and thus they will fight for victory. If the student body votes to enter some activity, get back of it and see that it is a success. Do not sit back and let it be a failure. When one is put on a committee one should see that he does his part. The whole committee should function. Try and be a friend to all of your fellow students. That is my idea of school spirit. In the late afternoon, I Approaching leisurely strolled, and at last By IRENE EADE I reaching the summit of the hill, I Fd- ,A stopped to rest and admiringly gazed on the wonders of nature. In the green valley below was a shepherd boy tending his flock. The Twenty-third Psalm of David entered my thoughts. It was in the spring of the year. Splashes of California's golden poppies and the hue of the purple lupins were to be seen here and there. My gaze continued to wander over the meadows with their prosperous farms, to the hills blue and misty in the distant, and at last to the sunset in the western skies. The sun, a gold ball, was now sinking behind the blue mountains with its long bars stretching outward-and then in an instant it was gone. The rays of the sun tinted the white clouds with every color of the rainbow. I only wished I had had an artist's power to reproduce in color the magnificient scene before me. Slowly the daylight faded, and soon the evening star peeped out-then one by one the whole heavens were lighted. By this time the shepherd boy had gathered his sheep and was taking them home to the farm. Darkness had now stolen over everything. I could see lights twinkling in the farm- houses. Suddenly I realized that night had descended, and I betook myself 1.-n the downward path toward home. Stillness and quietness remained over all. The stars in heaven seemed to me to be the eyes of the angels looking out to guard the sleeping peacefulness on the earth below. How wonderful is Mother Nature!