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

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PURRB? AND WHITE. here, I held an important position in the government. I was happy and I had everything in the world to make me happy —a cultured, loving and beautiful wife, a beautiful home in London and a high salary, besides a handsome legacy left me by an uncle. Yes, it was heaven on earth until an insolent sceamp came between us and blighted our happiness. He was a handsome, ‘three-eyed’ Englishman, young, aptivating and wealthy, but far from be- ing faultless. Had it not been for his in- sidiousness, I should not have wasted the prime of my life in obscurity. ‘‘T will tell you what he did. He stole some jewelry belonging toa Lady Fairfax and to clear himself he cunningly hid the jewelry in my house. A search was made for the stolen diamonds, and, with his help, of course, they were found secreted in my safe. the theft, since they were found in my own private safe. “My mother was the only one who be- Even my wife lieved I guiltless. turned against me, for that wretch, by his Was personal magnetism seemed to have hypno- tized her. My pleadings with her were of no avail. Her treatment toward me broke my fled from England, resolved never to return. heart, and before my trial was set I I came to America and fora few months I lived in the little town of Benton, just back of these mountains. Bella Vista valley. I have ever seen it. I knew nothing of the Today is the first time ‘‘One day while I was on an exploration, as you two were this evening, I lost my way and wandered into this maze, as you have expressed it, and I found this little cabin here unoccupied. I was struck with the solitude of the place and made up my mind that it was the only place for a broken-hearted, despondent man, as I was. Now paises bringing the picture from the table, ‘‘is my And here I have been ever since. I have a few pictures to show you. wife. I still worship her.’’ As the girl looked at the photographs she grew pale and her hand trembled. Of course everyone accused me of “What—what did you say your name is?”’ she exclaimed nervously. “Why, I forgot i0tell you. is Langlin—William Langlin.”’ ‘Tanglin! Then you must be my long- lost uncle, for this, your wife, is my aunt.’’ “Oh, my God! ‘This must be a dream! But I believe you. for I see now the strong Ruth. How stupid I was not to notice it at first.” Then they fell in each other’s arms and Between My name resemblance you bear to wept tears, not of grief, but of joy. sobs and laughter the girl told her uncle how she had grown to love him from hear- ing her Aunt Ruth speak of him so often. “But this is the first time that I have ever heard that story you have told me. I always knew that auntie kept a secret from me, but I could never find out what it was. I know she will be overjoyed when she sees you. We are spending the summer at Bella Vista, but we live in Chicago,’’ she explained. ‘But Auntie will have a search party out after us. we must go now, else You will be our guide, uncle.”’ For a moment the three were Then Langlin, with a twinkle in his eye, gaily remarked: ‘‘Happy will our reunion silent. be, but much happier your union.”’ If you get ‘huffy’ at the editor for any per- sonals give your dearest friend the ‘“‘deuce.”’ Isabelle (in Iatin)—Miss Heaslip, is ‘‘tam” all right? Miss H.—Why, of course ‘‘fom”’ is all right. Freshie (to Soph.)—Tho’t you took Algebra last year. Soph.—Did and the faculty encored me.—Ex. We always laugh at the teacher’s jokes, No matter how funny they may be; ’Tis not because they’re really funny, But because its policy. —Ex.

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14 PURPLE AND V NOME Tenderly he laia it on the table and went about his work, softly humming an old love song, accompani chirp of a cricket. fire. sputtered and sizzled and the sassafras sim- mered in the pan. before sitting down to his meal he went to . by the chirp, chirp, Soon he had a glowing A partridge on the end of a stich He spread the table and the door to survey the sky. Black, irregu- lar clouds, hanging low over the mountains foretold a thunder storm. the door. As he sat at his little table enjoying what was to him a kingly banquet, he mused, Gently he closed “On such a night as this, I crossed the Atlantic on the ‘York.’ of it makes me shudder, but I will try to The very thought forget it and be happy again.’’ So reflecting, he rose from the table and as deftly as the industrious housewife, he gathered the tin plates, brushed off the table and when everything was in order, he stepped toa shelf in the corner of the room, selected Lowell’s Vision of Sir Launfal from his meagre library, drew his stool before the blazing fire, and, with his chipmunk perched on his shoulder, he turned to his favorite passage, ‘‘And what isso rare as aday in June,’ and began reading aloud in a clear yet saddened voice. Soon he laid the book aside and, asa matter of habit, brought his few pictures from his worn pouch. ‘Thi s,”’ holding a picture of a gray-haired motherly-looking mother,’’ woman, “‘is my speaking to someone. ‘She was the only And this very image of one who sympathized with me. is little Ruth, the mother’s sister there on the table. her How angelic she looks.”’ At this moment he was startled by a “What, can No, it can gentle knock at the door. that be someone at my door! not be. place before,’’ he told himself. No one has ever found my hiding The unanswered knock was followed by a flash of bright lightning which illuminated the whole room, and it was followed by the incessant pealing of rumbling thunder. For a moment all was quiet again. Then he said, as if once more the rap was heard, this time somewhat louder than the first. Again the old man looked startled—almost terri- fied, and, laying the picture of little Ruth on the table, he mechanically turned to the door with the flickering candle in his hand. Before turning the knob he looked about the order. As the door opened, he drew back a step room to see that everything was in or two and stood amazed at the sight before him. A frail and slender figure, dressed in tourist garb, with a young man by her side, were asking for shelter, both trying to explain at the same time how they lost their way and how they happened to see through the dark pines the dim light of the candle. The old man, struck by the beauty of the girl and the air of innocent, candid frankness of the man, at once invited them ine “Sit by the fire and warm yourselves. You must be tired and almost frozen to death. ‘Tell happened to stray to this secluded place,’’ the old man me how you asked as he hurried about trying to make his guests as comfortable as possible. brightened perceptibly as Oe Frank and I (motioning to her companion), The girl’s winsome smile she answered, we, were out on an exploration and before we knew it, we strayed into this canyon and couldn’t find our way out. Why, its just like a maze. We happened to see your light and we came toward it and here we are. But tell me, why do you live here in seclusion when one of the most beautiful valleys is so near by?” “That is a long story, my child and I am afraid I will bore you if I attempt to telileiens aye 4 ’ Oh no, it won’t. will be a sort of a finishing touch to our Do please tellus. It already romantic exploit.’’ ‘Very well, then. You two will be the first ones to whom I have ever told my Well, to begin with, when I was a I took an active part in the politics of my country story. young man, I lived in England. and for three years prior to my coming

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RURPLE AND WELD. “Our Boys. the Cordu rys.”” IRENE JPVAN, 'O” HE “Corduroy Bunch” nor tong ago, On a vacation decided to go, And so these boys with the new jeans, Decided at once on expedient means. Dirt slinging by all was tho’t to be best, By which to gain the longed for rest. Well, the deed was soon done, But, nay! not so, the fun, For at 3:15, dismissal time, For this dire, monstrous crime, Six awful, dreadful, terrible boys— ay 1) er All, of course, the faculty’s joys Were summoned before that tribunal great, Where the dread faculty in power sate, And received their desired punishment, While a look of calm contentment O’er all their faces began to spread, When their awful (?) judgment was read, For all were suspended for a whole week And told at once that they must sneak. The days of the next week were awfully dal], ’ Twas impossible to stand such a lull, And so to liven things up a bit, Even though the Prof. did have a fit, The girls decided to rough-house some, Until the (dear) faculty should come, And then all were to make a great hike And in every direction to hit the pike; But they hardly began to have their fun When the great Prof. appeared on the scene Fer they had regained their dignified mein, And began to apply his ‘‘“Murphy game,” And of course the results were the same. Then once for all, for their own gain, They decided to let things, the same, remain. The slow week finally is past, And ‘The Corduroys”’ we see at last. And ’tis hoped they’ll be missed Never more! !!! For their whole week’s rest, Was a terrible bore (to the girls). Athletics. C, E. NEWMAN, ’07. —.—)HE Madera High =f aU progressed very Ne ee : XY line of sports this year. ¢ our old sports have graduated, some not the Many of School has much along have gone to other schools and as we did not have a very bountiful supply to begin with, we have but few left. On the track or in the field we took no account of the lack of good hard muscle. There being but few boys left in the school from last year’s team, we did not try. Tennis is getting to be quite a fad with some of the pupils. We have had two tournaments with Sanger this year, one on Sanger active part on our own courts and one in Sanger. won each time, but our players are not wholly discouraged. Baseball fever is prevalent and we can see most of the boys on the diamond after 3:15. We expect some real warm games in the future with High Schools of other towns. In this line we have many to pick from, as many of the boys can play ball if they cannot do anything else. The present line-up is not wholly secure; at least that is what Captain Hall says. Foot ball and basket ball were agitated during the tall months, but no games were played asthe lack of spirit prevailed very strongly. The G. A. A. and the B. A. A., better known asthe Girls’ Athletic Association and the Boys’ Athletic Association, have some money on hand and they expect to have a joint supper some nice evening before school ends, so we have something in view. == “The Way of a Boy.’”’ IRENE TIRZA BRYAN, ’06. CROSS the college campus hurried Hart Judson st with heavy heart. jude blame the luck this he muttered, glancing up at the college. ‘‘Why couldn’t Dad let a fellow stay at home where he knew somebody, instead of coming to this berg, where a fellow feels like a frozen Catch me staying here after the pee ike Site = Never! SOr course I’ll hate it!”’ alias @s detest ) av g anyway ! I sober, sainted-looking old thing, icicle ? month is