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

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deep breaths. He could not eat, he could not sleep 5 he could never regain his natural breathing. In fact his breathing became so heavy that it sent breezes all over the world. So we may thank Mercury for the winds which are a blessing to the universe, and when we hear the wind sighing through the trees, we can Lhink of it as poor Mercury sighing for his loved one. . The sun was casting its Lgnellnesg last faint, rosy rays from a sky bedecked with crimson and gold to a lonely, purple valley below. As I sat on my horse, silhouetted on the rim of a deep canyon, I watched the long, purple shadows, silently creep o'er hill and dale. Slowly the objects on the plain became faint and indistinct in the approaching twilight. The aspens quivered as the evening breeze whispered a lullaby to the columbines growing on the hillsides A ramshackled cabin, hid among the trees and nestled among the flowers, could be faintly distinguished from the dark background of the coming night and the hills. At length the sun had kissed the last tall tree tops good-night, and the realm of solitude lay in peace and quietness once more. On a little knoll not far away, distinctly outlined in the rising moonlight the form of a lone wolf, perhaps the last of his clan, sent his lonely cry to the rising moon and the landscape. As a signal which must be obeyed, I turned my horse, retraced my steps back to the turmoil and anxiety of civilization. By MARIE GONTHIER, '29 The eastern sky was of a A Storln ghastly, greenish-red hue. A low moaning could be heard afar, as of a lost soul. At times this moaning grew into a shriek, and then it died away into silence again. The sea appeared to D8 covered with oil. A long swell came from the east. The copper-colored clouds grew in the sky, obscuring the sun. Brilliant flashes of lightning played aroundthe edges. The distant muttering of thunder could be heard. A line of white advanced rapidly across the sea. Suddenly, the boat buried its prow in a huge mountain of water. With a great crash tons of water iell upon the deck. Shrieking wildly, the wind came. The rain fell in torrents. The waves grew higher, and the wind grew fiercer. An inky blackness prevailed over all. Wires shrilled. Masts groaned. The ship plunged about as if in agony. The white, drawn faces of the crew appeared as in a nightmare. Through a rent in the clouds, a ray of sunlight shone on a wild waste of tumbling waters. Then all was darkness again. At length there was a barely perceptible lightening in the east. The wind lessened in its fury, but the waves continued to rush madly along. By degrees the sky lightened and the wind subsided. Finally the waves diminished to a long swell, which in turn died away. At length the sea presented a peaceful aspect that showed no trace of the fury of before. By DONALD CADDY, '29

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krsses of the breezes could not brrng the color to her cheeks She could no longer romp wrth the wrnds or run besrde the stream So, wrth the brrds srngrng happrly and the breezes blowrng gently around her, she sat besrde the arch and listened Whlle we played the Happrness Song of Chrna One short hour of freedom had been grven her by her father, as her last reguest But the hour never passed for when the servants came for her, her spurt had gone They found her lyrng on the grassy bank wrth a happy smrle upon her lrps We are sad no longer, for we know that she rs free and happy, and that once a year she wrll return and spend one Joyful hour wrth us The trnklrng of the chrmes dred away Here and there rn the sky a star wrnkled The hour was growrng late and I walked back through the garden Over a drstant hrll the moon was sendrng her fn st beams of lrght A gentle cvenrng breeze played across the gal den Many years ago there was no wrnd The world was 1 very hot place rndeed a there were no coolrng breezes to soothe the laborer s hot face and make hrm more comfort ll Food was scarce, and there were no leautrful flowers or shrubs as the un drred them up before they werf. grown The wrnds were not there to cool the earth and brrng the ramdrops when the sun cast its rfrys of heat down upon all The world was rn 'r sorrowful plrght indeed Yet beauty, especrally grace and strength of body, was admrred then as now Many athletrc contests were held, runnrng berng the mam event The 'rrhletes were many, and few were poor m then' skrll A Myth of the Wand By VIRGIL CAMPBELL 28 One day a great track meet was scheluled All the most famous athletes rn the world were to compete They came from every land Among those present was one who was known as Mercury Mercury was noted for hrs marvelous endurance and speed Twenty or thlrty mrles was on ordrnary run for hun He was everyones chorce as wrnner of the endurance run, for rt was to be won by the man who could run the longest perrod of tune wrthout stopprng' As the race started, Mercury notrced thc most beautrful lady he had ever seen srttmg rn the gallery He nnrnedratelv fell very deeply rn love wrth her Each trme as Mercury came around the track he looked at thrs lfrdy 'ach trme he went around faster untrl at last he was runnrng' by hnnsell' 'lhe thrrty frvc and at last the fortreth mrle was reeled off Me cury would not stop, for to stop would be showrng weakness, and he was proud or hrs -rreat strength He was very tned but the srght of the berutrlul lady rn sprred hrm on At last when Mercury came around to her gallery, the lady was gone He at once became conscrous of hrs great fatrgue He stopped running' Could she have been so cruel as to leave hlm after all hrs eliort wrtlrout 'r word of pr arse '7 Mercury stood very strll takrng qurck, deep breaths He had overdone hrs run He could not breathe naturally For days he took these qu ck, Ek ' - . ' ' - Q ' - ' ' . . ' ' H ' ' H h . . , . I . w ' . . . ,, As I opened the gate, the nightingale's song sounded again from the trees. , ' . . . . u . ' 2 s i l ' S I 1 1 ,! ' - fa, c. - ' ' ' . ' a n -1 gr 'I ' ' 'JI . , M r . 'c ' c . ' c G 1 ' 1 1 1 A u 6 . I . , . . x - ' 6 . - , 1 , . E . 1 Ji. ' . - - - ,, H . l . ' . , ' ' . ' ' r , ' - . . 4- . . , K 4 . A ' , D . . l S . C

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If one is the least bit observant or appreciative of nature, he may visualize, in whisperings. of the wind, wonderful tales of different lands. On a drowsy summer's evening, the wind seems to bring the soft tinkle of a guitar from Hawaii. From these sounds one can picture a beautiful moonlit night on the beach, drooping palm trees rustled by the gentle breezes from the sea, several natives lounging in the sand and singing Hawaiian love songs while strumming their guitars. Then, on a blistering summer's afternoon when a hot breeze blows by, the memory recalls some old Arabian tale and pictures a caravan of camels plodding onward, onward over endless hills of sand, resting at noon-day but resuming travel at night, onward ever onward. In the winter when the wind comes howling around the corners of the house, and the rain patters down on the roof, one thinks of a monsoon in india, of the groaning, bleak wind with its power to move houses, wreck great ships, tear down trees, and devastate many a properous village. Then, in the spring when the grass is green, flowers are in bloom, and soft breezes steal through the leaves of the trees, the mind wanders off to far off Holland with its Dutch wind-mills, its great dikes, its little vegetable gardens nurtured by careful hands. These and many, many more secrets will be told by the wind if one but cares to listen. Secrets of the Wind By ALMA JEAN KNOWLES, '29 The first faint pink glow in the eastern horizon heralded the coming dawn. A magic hush seemed to de- scend gently upon th e earth's surface, broken only by the occasional twitter of n sleepy bird. The pink became a darker hue until suddenly the rim of the sun came thrusting its way over the snow clad rnfiuntains. The Sunrise By EDWARD LEIGHTON, '29 The appearance of the sun worked a strange and awe inspiring magic upon the beautiful valleys and surrounding snow and fir clad slopes. The mountains, which were crowned with a beautiful white mantle, suddenly be- came transformed into peaks of flashing hues. On the grassy, flower covered meadows in the valley below were timid deer here and there, gathering their food while the day was still cool. An old she bear wandered from the forest, followed by a fat waddling cub, who appeared to have nothing in View except an overwhelming desire for mischief. As the sun climbed higher and higher the shadows changed to lighter colors, giving the country a beautiful appearance of tranquillity. The scene that lay before our eyes made us gasp and wonder at the blessings which God had placed at the disposal of man. God's gift of nature to the world is given In hope that man throughout the tide of time, When o'er life's rocky pathway he is driven, Will find its help to make his life sublime. f' 'f 1.