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

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THE PURPLE AND WHITE Now list to the words of the poet true, For the oak leaves are telling him stories of you:— See! from the horizon looms up into sight A machine whose deviser and maker is Wright; A machine which had never been equaled in’ speed, A machine ne’er surpassed in strength nor in deed; An aeroplane he had been able to make, To quietly travel to lands unawake, And calmly encircle misty veiled towers Of the future land hidden behind flowery bowers, We sail calmly enough, with never a fault Of the engine nor rudder nor even a bolt. A moment we pause for just one short look At the prettiest, coziest, loveliest nook Where a little brown cottage stands, built for just two, Lelia now has a helpmate, don’t you wish it were you? But we find it necessary That our journey, fresh and airy, Must by no means be stopped short here, ’ But resumed. So we sail to yonder city, Leave the flowers and meadows pretty, Find instead the noisy crowd As we presumed, They are going one and all, To see the home team play baseball; Charley High, big baseball magnate, Leads the crowd. From his auto, fiercely red, He gives orders but once said, And the crowd, exultant, cheer him Strong and loud. By his side sits his chum, Johnney, He who always looks so bonny To the girls; Flying low we heard him tell How he’d got enamored quite Of a fair one ’neath the bright Moonlight beam; How he’d squandered all his money Trying to supply his honey With ice cream.

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Class Prophecy ‘11 H. MILNOR BLOWERS Over the hills and thru valleys green, Swaying the trees with a force serene, Carrying clouds on its bosom fair, Smoothing the grasses with touches rare, Leaving each flower a kiss divine, Softly treads Zephyr, creature benign, Hidden in every corner and nook, Safe in deep umbrage, and almost forsook By the playful rays from the sun above, The violet sweet smiles as a token of love. Hillside and valley, woodland and plain, All beautified are in color’s refrain. Like a rare enchanting maiden With delicious fragrance laden, And with flowers upon her bosom, Spring has come! Woods and meadows loud are ringing With the chirping and the singing Of the happy, feathered nations, Spring has come! ’Neath the rustling leaves of an aged oak In a woodland vale, a poet awoke To list to the oak’s prophetic leaves And write what they tell of future weaves. ’Tis the time when the violets start to grow, And the red root to tread on the heels of the snow That the oak leaves utter prophetic strains To be versified in poetic refrains. Sweetest perfumes breezes waft, April showers are eagerly quaffed By gay flowers in bright colors rare; Spring has come! And so, Oak Leaves, whose visions see The future years as they shall be, Softly rustle a prophecy In whispers low.

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THE PURPLE. AND WHITE But think not that Johnney is of that class Which shirks all work and is nothing but trash; But rather ambitious, for the President’s chair Of the National Bank he has held with care For the past eight years, and never a fail- ing Has come to the bank since he ‘‘stood at the railing.” Onward and upward and higher we fly, Till it seemed to me the very sky Would soon be in reach, but this flight was tame To oratorical heights of one, a school-dame; In her busy school room is never the noise Of Sophomore’s pencil or Freshman’s toys, Or shuffling feet or whispers low; Miss Ona commands and to him woe Who does not obey her orders stern, Or refuse a hard Algebra lesson to learn. Over the bounding, bounding seas, Beyond where blows the salty breeze, Over the mountains, beyond the plains, Faustina, true to her God, remains, Healing the suffering, helping the poor, Bringing to all the needy a cure For the chained and fettered, sin-sick soul; A missionary of God’s own roll. In San Francisco, in a mansion Large and handsome, right in fashion, Decorated all to suit her Lives ‘““Miss Wehrmann.” Ah! she is in society, Follows gay frivolity, Lives the larger, grander life Of the city. Automobiles handy are, She can travel near and far, Pleasures are not rare to her, Not at all. We found him not in the city’s strife, But living the simple pastoral life; God’s sacred word: truly expounding; Discovering truths great and astounding;