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

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Wand Blowmg thxough the tlee tops Through the dark gxeen leaves, Tluough the ch1ldrens cully locks Through the houses eaves Sometnnes ceaslng fol a whlle Neve1 dymg out Blowlng' hay flom out the pxle Blowlng hats about But fox 'ill lts wallmg We like the way It blows Blowmg evel blowlng The fuendllest of foes Donald Caddy 29 The North Wmd Oe1 the valley gxeen, The old Nolse Wlnd dld blow The wlnd so svuft 'md keen, Why? No one exe d1d know The flowexs bent to keep Then plc-:tty buds 110111 hun Who nevex ceased to sweep No m 1n can Lex '1ch1cvc Phe st Ltely cnleilee wind No man has eu Qoncewed The IOICC that 15 thelem O L1 the vallev gleen 'lhe wlnd vull eve: blow It w1l1 not cease to be Why No one w1ll eve1 know Neoma Wood 28 Bzrdze Oh' blldle ln the tlee I wlsh youd slng fo1 me I m lonelv as can be And need voul song Vou see Ah' thats better llttle blrd The best Ive exer heald 'VIV heaxt was oh so sad I m glad that song you had Ha' budle you ilew away I knew vou wouldnt stay But happmess you gave to me I love hfe bettel you can see Elma Chambels 28 Y wg f I 6 , I 'A ,, .X I-1 - I - ' 7 . , ! I ' S , 6 . .. Y . 1 Y . , 9 I '! 7 W' 1 . 'I v 1 ' . . , I 7. ' . . . Q 9. ' y , , . U I 6 O'or Ill the valley green. I l , . . 'W -.- z , . 'X ' . Q . . , . , 1, C ., w 1 ' ,' . . l . y 5 ' 1 .. , . I I . , Q ' ! - : - . . . l , ' I 1 I ' 3 1 ' , . . ' I 7 r , , U 'L . ' 1 1 S 9 . . .n . y . 5 ! . , . ' y . 'J G .ii ' , I

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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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fl' Wi- 'W H-, T Q' I , ??'e 3 1 l 1 vi 1 I I, It .V I1 I E L The Zephyrs of Spring The Zephyrs of Spring Are messengers- Cupids messengers- Who carry the love-notes, All sealed with Iover's sighs. The Zephyrs of Spring Are musicians- Love's musicians- They hum it over and over- The song that never dies. The Zephyrs of Spring Are magicians- Wise magicains- They gather the star-dust, And scatter it in our eyes. -Iva Imwalle, '28 May Time May time, play time When all the flowers bloom Skies so blue, time of dew And every bird's in tune. Time of love, for then the lark Is singing' to his mate And lovers wander in the park Or linger at the gates. Poppies nodding, daisies bobbing Swaying in the breeze. Tiny buds so pink and white Are bursting in the trees. You are precious, May Time, With your loads and loads of cheery W'e all need you, but can't keep youg Thanks for coming once a year. -Ellen Schmidt, '29