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

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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;

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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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THE PURPLE AND WHITE Leading his flock as a good shepherd would, Preparing here for a future abode; Showing his sheep the way of life Keeping his church with godliness rife. ‘Tis Columbus, smart and clever, And he’s just the same as ever.— Hear him as in old times speaking Forcibly. “And the winds blow soft as Jehu, And the mud is Knee-deep, ye who Possess rubbers wear them always In the Spring.’ Doing the work of a loving maid, Living a life by others obeyed, Helping the feeble, curing the sick, Sweet Florence ministers, tenderly quick. Toiling as a patient nurse, Life and health to reimburse, Tends she every helpless one, Lovingly. But she’d been disappointed in love, And her affection, like a dove, Had left her to be all alone With her sighs. Yet disappointments are new And even tho it was the hue Of her eyes that caused the trouble Still she lives. Leave now the city with worldly cares, Leave now its hustling, bustling airs And return to the pretty woodland dale, To the woodpecker’s chirp and the night- ingale’s wail; Return to the home of the purest, the no- blest, Home of the loveliest, sweetest and best, Return to the place where nature abides Enchanted, and there in sweet solitude hides. Oh, listen! soft strains of music sweet, Harmonies floating with melodies beat, Are caught on the air as they join the notes Of the birds, and in one sound it heaven- ward floats; Bernice the sweet singer, a nymph chords her lay That enchants Mother Nature and bright- ens her way.