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

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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.

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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 But future visions we’ve now made trite, And exhausted the Oak Leaves’ prophecies quite, So we’ll bury these themes with no other knell Than the ting-a-ling-ling of the chest- nut bell. sll