Madera Union High School - Blue and White Yearbook (Madera, CA)

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+ i PURPLE AND WHITE. ALUMNI NOTES. BY FRANK J. COOK. @S each year comes and goes and with it a graduating class, their thoughts naturally turn to those who have gone before but are not forgotten. To see our old fellow students prospering in this world of strife seems to infuse new vigor into our veins, and we ge out better prepased to face the more serious side of life. George Mordecaiof ’97 has just graduated from Stanford and will go to prepare him- self for law. It is needless to say that we wish him only the best success. James O'Mara of ‘97 is clerking for the firm of Rosenthal Kutner. Merle Rush of ’97 is in Omaha, Neb. Miss Margaret O’Mara and Geo. Nichol- son have joined the army of teachers. Ore been joined in the bonds of matrimony. Two members of the class have Miss Irene Slaten becoming Mrs. Dayton Wilson and Miss Lois Wilson Mrs. Dr. E. H. Reid. Miss Cora Kessler becoming of “98 is enjoying wedded life in Salinas. Miss Alice Stockton “98 is enrolled with the many students at Stanford. Leo Woodson 798 is’ clerking for Rosen- thal Kutner. La Roy F. Kendall has taken unto him- self a wife and is living in Fresno. Win. Clark 99 is attending the Baptist Theological Seminary at Oakland. Yraig Cunningham ‘99 is wielding the hickory over his unruly scholars, for Craig has become a jolly old pedagogue. ; Miss Mayme Saunders ’99 is a teacher. Misses Sophia Wolters and louise Mor- decai are enjoying the quiet and undis- turbed serenity of home life. Miss Nellie Dwyer ’99 is attending the State Normal at San Jose. Miss Lorena Kendall ’00 is keeping books for the firm of Moore Petty. Miss Mary Trincano '00 is attending the State University. ' “Dow H. Ransom ’00 is in the employ of the Sugar Pine Company. PROFESSORS. BY IDA BAILEY. a cool ae ROE NSO OS Well, that is AS® subject! When you mention it, it causes several cold, clammy chills to creep down my spinal column ; I grow pale and my knees feel weak. How well do I remember the first pro- fessor who came during my Junior year. He was pictured to us by Middlers and Seniors as a hard-hearted, cruel man, who came once a year to ask the children ques- tions they couldn’t answer. When one reaches the Middle year, he has more courage, but still there is that faint feeling about the heart that makes on e quiver all over like a leaf when the chill blast of October strikes it. difference is that the chill blast hurries past but the professor stays and stays—and The only stiuys. But the Senior! ‘Loand behold! When a professor comes, he wears a learned ex- pression on his fair countenance and tries to make the professor think he knows a great deal more than he really does. We are much terrified when we hear of the arrival of a History Professor ;. more terrified at the Professor of Mathematics ; Professor arrives, we when a Latin away, and they pick us up off but faint dead the floor, bathe our temples with cold water, and then we’ have nervous prostration, are not allowed to go to school for a month or six weeks. We have had several professors’ this year. Professor Richardson examined the school in latin, Mr. Drew in mathematics Babcock O, the pain one feels next day and Professor in history and English. when all becomes as clear .as crystal and you know full well the answer to the ques- tion whereon you blundered. ‘Of all sad words of tongue or pen, The saddest are these, It might have been.”’ —¢ Gertrude—‘‘What would you do if you were so frightened your hair turned white?”’ Ta—‘‘I think I’d dye.”’ —Exchange.

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PURPLE by the score of 13 to 8. Merced’s superior team work, coupled with the fact that their pitcher was a league player, and nota High School student, for our defeat. After three return game in Merced, our boys left with a crowd of rooters to retrieve lost laurels. were mainly responsible waiting for months for a A good game was played with a score of 16 to 13 against us. Our failure in connecting with Castle’s curves destroyed our hopes of gaining a victory over the Merced High School. The two defeats at the hands of Merced did not discourage our but. positions boys, only served to str engthen. weak by faithful practice. The Fresno High School or ganized a team and sent us their first challenges for : series of games to be played each ing Saturday. in Madera. cae The first game took place The Fresno boys arrived, companied by fellow schoolmates and ad- mirers, wearing purple and gold ribbons, happy faces, easy victory. expressing confidence of an The game was the best played here this season. side Victory for either was in doubt until the last ball was pitched. Hughes’ catch of a diffe ult fly, when the bases were full, won the game for Madera by the close score of 11 to 10. Our High School went wild over their first and most glorious victory over a team, rival high school and gave vent to their feelines of joy with their Ki-yi! Ki-yi! Kieyippi! Ki- yi! Madera High School Hi! hi! hi! in answer to Fresno’s disheartened yells. In the return game with Fresno, Madera was holding her own in a brilliant game, when in the inning she literally collapsed, allowing Fresno the ma- jority of tallies, thus sec uring her tory. course of one one vic- In tha last and final game here, Fresno’s marked played and Madera’s failure to improve secured for the former the third game, and second vic tory, thus winning the series. The Madera High School Athletic ciation wishes to thank all those improvement Asso- who so AND WHITE. liberally assisted them by various means during the past year. In conclusion we wish to state that what has been accomplished by our Association serves only as an omen of what athletics will be hereafter in the High School. Ags practice and experience are certain to bring good results, it can be safely predicted that the Madera High School will at some future date establish for herself a creditable repu- tation among the other High Schools of the valley Sets There is meter in music, There is meter in tone, But the best way to meter, Is to meet’er alone. —Exchange. ——— Se mibee “Does heat expand,”’ “If so, examples cite,’’ “The days are long in summer,” Said the student, who was bright. —Exchange. the teacher asked, —- - —— I asked a maid what was.a kiss, Grammatically defined. ‘A conjunction sir,’’ she said, and Hence it cannot be declined. —Exchange. —— @— — The teacher asked ‘what is space?”’ The trembling Freshman said: “T cannot think at present; But I have it in my head.” —Exchange. = A Freshman rode a little pony EKhrough his latin class; Alas! when Seniors’ ex’s came He found it was an ass. —Exchange. —? You can’t keep a good man down, ‘Tis truth beyond assail: Twas proven many years ago By Jonah and the whale. —Exchange. —? I arose with great alacrity To offer her my seat. “Twas a question whether she or I Would stand upon my feet. ga: What nation started Carrie Nation on her road to devastation? Ans.—Determination. ——@}— — W.R. C. (translating Latin)—Materno veniens ab avo Cyllenia proles. The ancestors of Cyllenius descended from the ‘‘maternal grandfather,”

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PURPLE A TWENTY-=DOLLAR CHECK. BY ALICK CUNNINGHAM. OSE sat at her window lost in thought. 2 XG In her lap lay a neglected book, face A slight frown and just the suggestion of a pout seemed to indicate downward. that her thoughts were not entirely pleas- ing. She was gifted by nature with a sweet disposition and, although fortune had not showered its blessings upon her with too generous a hand, she was usually light- hearted and contented with her lot. Rose and her mother lived alone, her father having given his life for his coun- Their home, in West Virginia, was one of those try’s cause during the civil war. old colonial mansions which have made the name of Virginia famous the world over for distinguished and open-hearted hospitality. While still deep in thought, her mother entered. “Mother,” said she, “I shall not be able to attend Blanche’s party. I have looked over all of my last summer’s dresses and not one of them is fit to wear. Perhaps my old white muslin might do, but I’d rather stay at home, for I’ve worn it so much.” Mrs. Devan knew riot how to comfort Rose, for she was poor and unable to dress her daughter in the style of her girl com- Her husband had left them a comfortable panions. living, but since Rose had grown older and desired an education. it had proved insufficient and she had felt it necessary to mortgage her home. Their only income was a small pension. Many days passed and the girls of the town were busy discussing the dresses each was to wear at the party. Great prepara- tions were being made at Blanche’s home, for this was to be quite an event among the girl’s social pleasures. One evening, while Rose and her mother were discussing affairs, the postman arrived, and among the letters was one for Mrs. Devan from her brother, a rich New York merchant. When they opened it they dis- covered that it contained a twenty dollar check. They wondered at their good AND WHITE. fortune and eagerly scanned the following: “Tam growing old and desire to remem- ber my relatives by sending twenty dollars to each of my nieces. Let them spend it as they wish.” The first thought of the fun-loving girl, of course, was that she would be able to have a new dress for the party. Visions of dimity, ruffles, lace and ribbons kept her longawake. The next morning she hastened to school to make certain that her cousin had received a similar gift. They fairly hugged one another in their delight. After school the girls stacked their books ina hurry and walked down to the store with radiant smiles and happy hearts. Rose saw many pieces that suited her fancy; still she hesitated about buying. At length she became so confused that she decided to wait until her mother could help her in making a suitable selection. As they were wending their way along the street toward home, Rose’s attention was attracted by two little children at the edge of the sidewalk who were crying and seemingly lost. Rose stopped, but Blanche looked at her with scorn. “If you are going to stop with them,” said she, “I'll go home. I’ve no time to fool away.” “TI want to know what they're crying for and who they are,” returned Rose. Well, I don’t think it necessary to bother with dirty little urchins. I don’t see why you haven't some pride.” With this Blanche moved on. “What is the matter, little boy?” asked Rose of the older, who was probably about seven years old. “We are so hungry,” “And sissy cries when I leave her and try to make cried the little one, in one breath. a few cents to buy someftin’ to eat.” added the little boy. for mamma is sick and can’t keep baby and “T can’t leave her at home her too.” “And where is your papa,” asked Rose. “Papa ith dead,” lisped the youngest. “Yes,” said the little boy, “papa was killed in the fact’ry the other day.” An explosion had occurred in the glass works a few days before, and Rose immedi-