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

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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.”

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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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24 THE PURPLE AND WHITE Marion had the ball, but the guard worked fast and furiously, having the ad- vantage, for Marion’s back was toward the goal. Then an old trick, her first coach had taught her, flashed into Marion’s brain. Planting her heel firmly on the ground she swung round, diving under the arm of the guard and ‘shot at the goal. The crowd leaned forward anxiously as the ball rolled around the rim three times and then—drop- ped in. A cheer rose simultaneously from the throats of the girls as the umpire called, “Time, score 2 to 1.” There was much hand shaking and cheer- ing as usual and the girls made ready for their departure. That evening going home there was a marked contrast to the former one. Marion was sitting in the center of an interested group, telling of her previous games—not being enlightened on the rules of B, B. That evening, after Marian had been ensured a place on the team, she said to Evalyn, “Well, I owe all this happiness to you, Evalyn.” But Evalyn, always undesirous of praise, answered, “Oh, no, Marion, you mean to Gladys’ sprained ankle.” SONNET On Arriving At the Age Of Eighteen MILNOR BLOWERS How quickly time is passing! Years gone by ; Seem like the fleeting moments of an hour Perhaps spent: dreaming flowery bower, Or thrown to World’s gay pleasure’s beck’ning cry. ‘neath some To Pleasure, Usefulness seems to reply, “Ah! thine is vain! The beauty to thy flower Soon fades and leaves regret thine only dower,— A deep despair when comes the ‘time to die.”’ But let the joys and sorrows of life come, For both the rain and sunshine needed are, To make mature, and ope’ the bud of youth. Let happiness my pleasure be, not fun Which seeks frivolity, and is a bar To my intended life of love and truth. “The Death of the Pet Sparrow.” Translated by Hazel Osborn from the Latin of Catullus. Weep! Oh, Goddess of Beauty and Grace, A beautiful place, Gone from the arms of a dear little girl, Who valued the sparrow more than a pearl, you sparrow has gone from its The sparrow knew her as a mother, And sang its sweet lays to no other; But hopped about this way and that, Showing no fear at all of the eat. The eyes of my girl are red with weeping, She sits and mourns when she should be sleeping. Curses upon you! night! Pray take the sparrow into beauty and light. Evil shades: of the SS? cx gc