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

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22 THE PURPLE AND WHITE After this remark nothing would have induced Jack to back out, though he real- ly was rather frightened. But when he peeked through the keyhole he could hardly keep from laughing aloud. What do you suppose he saw? Bridget, the cook, was holding hands with a great, fat Irish policeman. The table was set for two. The best chicken and dressing, salads and cakes were on the table, and there on the corner of the table was the poor lost key, which Bridget had forgotten to put out for Marjory. Softly calling to Marjory Jack told her what he had seen. Then they both decided to give the lovers a scare. Going to the hall closet Marjory got two sheets and after making themselves look as ghostly as pos- sible, they started on their early morning parade, Bridget screamed and Mike turned pale, but neither uttered a word of command to try to drive these undesired visitors away. Finally Bridget poked Mike and mo- tioned to his club, and the great policeman, understanding her meaning, started for- ward with club in hand. But a ghastly hand reached out toward him. This was too much for both Mike and Bridget. Mike fled out of the house, and Bridget tore up the back stairs to her own room. After scaring them both off Jack and Marjory went back to the table with happy faces. Laughingly they finished the sup- per and Jack took his leave, hoping that Bridget would recover from her fright enough to be able to get breakfast. Marjory was still giggling as she went up stairs, but when she reached the first landing, her giggles stopped abruptly, for there stood her aunt, a stern figure, point- ing to the hall clock which said three o’clock. “Marjory,” said her aunt, angrily, “if you ever go to a party again, I want you to understand that you are to come home with another girl, not with a boy. Then perhaps you will get home in a decent sea- son.”’ . “Yes ma’am,” said Marjory, very meekly, as she went to bed thankful to get off so easily. Little John and the King. PAUL HUSTED The king sat in the golden house, Talking with Robin Hood, Sometimes agreed and sometimes not As how conditions stood. And Little John was there near py He of the lily-white hand, And on one side of Little John Was seen the archer band. The King conversed in tones so loud He made Sir Robin mad. But Little John to Robin said A boon would make me glad. What is the boon Sir Robin asked And Little John replied By this cruel king in front of me My temper is sore tried. And I would kill him on the spot, (Displaying a large knife) Now Robin grant this boon to me That I may take his life. The boon is granted, Little John And he took him by the hand And said, “you are an archer brave The best in all the land. This king is now opposed to us And not an ideal man Does not respect the fairer sex So kill him if you can.” And Little John went towards the king And threw him to the ground They tumbled forth and tumbled back And tumbled all around. But John at last was victor The king was almost dead And with the xnife he had displayed He severed the king’s head.

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THE PURPLE AND ' WHITE 21 IV. Who must face the Executive Committee, And ask for coin, so meek, When the treasury’s low and empty, And steadily growing weak? Who is it gets no honors, Nor thanks for what he’s tried or done, To whom a scheduled game Is more worry than it is fun? The Manager. V. Who set those ill-fated dates, That brought such Saturday storms, That made apparent each player’s temper, In various different forms, But who knows ’way down in his heart, His power to allay all their cries, Just get a game away from home, And up to him they’ll all turn their eyes, The Manager. The Lost Door Key F ANNE NOBLE It was a dark night with the stars shin- ing and reflecting on the snow. Marjory was a tall, dark girl with merry, brown eyes and rosy cheeks. Her mother was dead, and also her father, consequert- ly she was left alone with the excep- tion of a maiden aunt—and a very maiden- ly aunt at that. This night she had gone to a party at a girl friend’s a few miles from her own home. Her aunt had told her to return early, about half past twelve, and she would find the key under the door mat; at the game time she had told Marjory to make the least noise possible for she (aunt) was easily awakened. At the party everything was at its best, and refreshments were being served when Marjory glanced at the clock and saw that it was actually twenty-five minutes to one. She told her escort, Jack, and some of the girls about it, but they said that for the sake of manners, she should wait and take leave of the hostess properly. She knew that it was wrong for her to remain longer, and that she really ought to go home, yet she finally decided to stay. At just half-past one, fully an hour after the time she promised to return, she got into Jack’s sleigh and was carried swiftly off, : When they arrived at her home Jack helped her out and she bade him good- night. As he started to go she called after him, saying, “Oh Jack! the key is not here, what shall I do?” After tying the horse, he came to help her. They turned the mat, lit matches and looked in cracks, and under. doors and windows, but still no key. Jack advised her to ring the bell, but she answered that every night, her aunt or- dered the maid to disconnect the bell rope because it bothered auntie. So there they stood, both pictures of despair. After many moments they de- cided that Jack should help her in the window after breaking it. Then she could steal quietly up stairs and to bed. Marjory crept softly and slowly down the hall as far as the stair-way. Then to her astonishment and dismay, she saw a faint light shining through the keyhole of the kitchen door. She thought of burglars at once for there had been several burglaries in town recently. She stood terrified for an instant, then flew back to the window to call Jack, who was just about to untie his horse. He hurried to the window and she whispered to him, ‘Oh Jack, there are burglars in the kitchen. What on earth shall I do? We must be very careful not to awaken auntie.” “Never mind Marjory,’ exclaimed Jack, “We'll fix it all right. First I’ll peek in and see what they look like. Then won’t we fix t hem though, for being so rude as to scare a lady.” “All well enough, Mr. Jack, for you to pretend to be so brave,” said Marjory, “‘but you can’t fool me. You are just as scared as I am.”’

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THE PURPLE AND WHITE 23 Marion’s Opportunity. FLORENCE LATHAM “O, girls, what do you suppose has hap- pened?’’ moaned a tall girl running up to a crowd of school girls clad in basketball suits. “Tt has happened that you are fifteen minutes late to practice, goosie,’”’ answered one. “Oh, no, something serious. shall we do?” ‘What in the world is the matter with you? Hurry up and tell us,’ said the girls, who had now become thoroughly alarmed. “Gladys has fallen and sprained her ankle.” That was enough. O, what First a groan escaped their lips and then all was silent. Gladys was the best player on the team. She held the position of forward and had been ex- pected to hold her own in the coming championship game with Boedwin College. Then the captain spoke. ‘Well girls, what shall we do? We haven't a person who could substitute for her.” “T know someone who can play and that’s that little Freshman, Marion Brown, whom you’ve all taken such a dislike tov She was interrupted by a series of groans and signs of faintness from the other mem- bers. “That asked, “Yes, that ‘snub-nosed country jake’ if you want to call her that, but I like her. So there,” said Evalyn, a small flaxen- haired girl, whom they all adored. “Be sensible Evie. You know you wouldn’t want to have her on the team for the world.” “Well, I’d have her on the team for a nickel and wouldn’t care, Miss Borden says that Marion told her she was once forward on a team.” pug-nosed country jake?” they “T guess a team that played in Mike O’Meara’s alley or some country school s yard.” : ‘Let’s stop quarreling and get down to business,’ said the ever business-like cap- - tied. tain, ‘“‘we’ve either got to have Bessie, who has been substituting for running center or Marion who has played forward.” After considerable wrangling it was de- cided that they should have Marion on the team and Evalyn hastened away to tell her. She found her walking on the campus. “Hoo, hoo, Marion, wait a minute.” She joined her and imparted the won- derful news. Marion was delighted. Just think, she was going to play again, going to throw for that basket, and maybe going to make some points. And with those thoughts running through her mind she went to bed, early, of course, for tomorrow —the game. The next morning the girls boarded the train. The ride was a merry one forall the girls, excepting Marion, who was notic- ably snubbed by everyone but Evalyn. After arriving the girls thought it their duty to explain every rule aud foul to Marion, which proved very humiliating to her. There were ten minutes left. before the beginning of the game, and the girls were getting in trim. Soon Marion appeared. She walked trembling upon the court, for she knew every move she would make in the game would be criticized. The whistle blew, all took their appointed places and the ball was tossed up. Evalyn got it and the ball was thrown to Marion. She threw it to Ruth, the back forward. It was thrown back again and Marion threw for goal. The ball circled the goal, three times, and then—fell out. A groan and a look of “I told you so’”’ came over the faces of all the girls except Evalyn, who after the other side had made a goal, ran over to Marion and patting her on the back said: “You’re all right, Marion; just throw a little easier.” This gave her courage. She would get back to her former playing if only to have Evalyn keep her faith in her. Hard playing ensued. The score was In the last half no one had succeeded in throwing a goal. The umpire called, “Half a minute left.”