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

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x in w Rqq-xv . ff '. Z-1 ' ' .--.S -QR 1? i ' Nowhere have I seen the moon rise in such splendor as it does in Chalome Valley. A winter scene shows the earth covered with a white blanket of snowg over all there is a dreamy stillness, the stillness of ap- proaching nightfall. Then suddenly over the hill top appears the moon, a liuge golden ball. Over all it casts a fairy-like glory. It so suddenly takes you into this different world, that you feel rather awed by it all. Here it is all pearl and crystal, where you feel as though you are witnessing the diamond dance of moonbeams. The other world was merely white, while this is dazzling. As the ball swings up into the sky it becomes a pale yellow. Now the wavering shadows on the pearly blanket makes you think of a wierd. ghostly dance. No one can explain the feeling that this scene gives you, for it may appear differently to the imagination of others. Upon me it left the feeling of stillnessg everything seemed far away, and material things had vanished. This was a new world. A summer scene shows us a twilight over all. The sky is a clear, limpid blue. The peace of evening is upon the earth. Then a full, low moon appears. It seems to be a ball of fire glowing with redness. As it makes its way upward it becomes a rosy yellow, then finally it passes into the pale yellow stage. The trees cast lacy shadows upon the ground. Over all there is a calmness undescribable. It is really Peace upon earth. The Rising of the Moon By Inez Metzler, '28 Today Makes Tomorrow The bright crimson rose in the garden That gleams in the morning dew, Was once a green bud without fragrance Overshadowed or hidden from view. The guardian pine on the hilltop, That reigns in its splendor on high, Was one time a slender sapling, With arms stretching out to the sky. The sleeping seed in the meadow, That wakes on the first spring day, Has spent a long winter preparing The beauty to blossom in May. So they who shall guide our tomorrow, Our fortune and progress on earth, The sower, the builder, the stateman, Today must be testing their worth. -Sidney Miller, '28

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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.

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