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

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18 THE PURPLE AND WHITE spected and dignified deacon did it. He grabbed his bucket of water and lit out on arun for the house. With great agility, he slowed down to a dignified walk. If any one noticed his disheveled appearance, noth- ing was said and dinner went on without further interruption. Really, it was not the fault of the good “brethern and sistern” but the weather was exceedingly warm and consequently they were exceedingly thirsty, and so, before dinner was half finished, Mr. Brown started for the spring with many misgivings but, when he saw that ‘Elijah’ was in the fur- ther end of the field, he picked up courage and made a hasty dash for the well. It all happened so suddenly he hardly knew what had struck him, but he found him- self sitting on the ground some distance from the well and ‘Elijah’ preparing for another grand dash. The venerable dea- con clutched his pail and made a dash for the spring and barely reached it in time, for “Elijah” was determined to square things up with that red silk handkerchief tucked in the deacon’s collar. Then the tension of the situation was relieved by Mirandy’s calling, ‘““Ezekiel! Oh! Ezekiel!” “Yes, I’m coming,” he shouted back, and risking all, he sprinted for the wire fence for safety. He reached it but so did the ram and went through it as if it were made of paper. Up the hill they went, the deacon leading but the ram gaining, and, just as they reached the tables, he lifted the deacon off the ground and landed him beneath the table. The deacon clutched at the cloth as he fell and soon had the whole dinner on his head or whould have had if he had remained there, but he was too wise for that. He scrambled out and made for the nearest tree where he was sure of safety and, from his retreat he watched the pro- ceedings, as with chairs and clubs they drove the refractory ‘“‘Elijah’’ back to the field. undignified retreat and sneaked Then he scrambled down from his into the house, and there they found him when they returned, looking very pale and sheep- ish, Macbeth and Lady Macbeth (This is supposed to take place a short time before the opening of Shakespeare’s “Macbeth.’’) Scene—Macbeth’s Castle. : Lady M.—What do you think on, good my lord? Your body only’s present here. Your mind is far away. Mac.—Did you speak? Lady ‘M.—I ask you what this is that makes you dream when the bright-burning sun is at its height; what secret troubles hide you in your breast? Why answer you at random all my questions not knowing what you say? Speak out, for when I mar- ried you I did not then become your partner for pleasures only but your true help-meet in time of trouble, too. Mac.—It is no trouble moves me thus. Lady M.—Then what is’t occupies your thoughts, my lord? Mae.—Why should I thus take second place within the kingdom where I have no peer? Why should I thus be forced to play the slave in the same land where I should have the throne? Is Duncan better fitted for a king than I? (He calls on me to do his fighting for him. A shadow-king is he who can not take the field ‘but must rely on others for his power. Norway is even new at Scotland’s gate awaiting but the chance to enter in. I would I had the king- ship. Then in truth the enemies of Scotland would beware. Lady M.—Then why not take the king- ship. Mac.—How? Lady M.—My iord, the lion can devour the lamb. Mac.—Ay, if the lamb’s not guarded. I’ll think on it. me on. strongly Ambition leads A Corrected Mistake HENRY McFADDEN. Two young men, Ray Robinson and Jack Bryant, were sitending a small college in Wisconsin. These boys had been brought

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THE PURPLE AND WHITE 17 erouch so much. Gee, they throw paper away with numbers a mile long on 7em, all comes out of their heads, too. They’ve ect lots more trouble than the whole bunch of yer stiffs and they ain’t goin’ on strikes cr whinin’ about all the time either. So I’d advise you to get a move on, old clock, and ye’ll just be in time. And you old piano, old top, you just 20 on playin’ rag-time; it strikes me pretty fine. AS for Tm as empty as a dead broke in a dry town but tomorrow I’ll be full, gleriously full, and we'll all be happy, ever after.” The old clock began to run and every- thing was quiet except the tick tock, saying “All’s well, all’s well.” me Why Men Will Never Fly PAUL HUSTED. We're looking forward to a time, When men will sail the sky; When they will navigate the air, And any one can fly. The birdmen say the time is near, That soon as. birds we'll be. We'll ride no more upon the earth, Nor sail upon the sea. They say they’ll live up in the sky. But they’ll never do these things; Before men: ever float in air They’ll have to grow some wings. So men can never, never soar As eagles in the sky; And if we ever float on air, ’Twill be machines that fly. The Rescue Of Ezekiel RUTH BAKER. Mr. Ezekiel Obediah Joshua Brown was his name. Who was he? Can you by any stretch of imagination, picture anyone be- longing to such a name as that, except a very respected, staid, dignified deacon of the church? To be sure, Mr. Ezekiel Brown was very staid and dignified but there was surely something the matter with him, something had found its way into his blood; for convenience, we will lay it to the mi- crobe of sweet balmy June, although his wife declar ed it was spring fever. At any rate, Mr. Brown announced at the pbreakifast table one morning that he meant to have a picnic out under apple trees, and invite all “the brethern and sistern of the church” and perhaps a few of the neighbors. Accordingly, the next Sunday, he = an- nounced his intention in church, and as a consequence, had to shake hands with each separate individual afterwards. At last the great day came, the tables were placed under the apple trees quite early in the morning; then, when all was ready, Mirandy, in her best bomibazine and Ezekiel in his shiny swallow tail sat down to wait, but Mirandy, woman like, could not rest until she had scared up a few doubts. “Say, now, Zek, suppose they did not come after all, what if it should rain, may be,’’—but this sentence was never finished, for her doubts were set at rest by seeing what seemed like the whole population of Dolesville turn in at the long drive lead- ing to the house. The morning pagsed all too quickly but just at twelve they were all seated under the fragrant canopy of white apple blos- soms. trace had been said and some had already begun to satisfy their appetites when, suddenly, Mirandy remembered that there wasn’t a drop of water in the house. She drew Ezekiel over to one side, and hastily thrusting a large tin pail into his hand, commanded him to run down to the well and fetch a pail of water. Wzekiel, with a little good will, did as he was or- dered. The well was over a little knoll beyond the orchard and quite out of sight of the banquet and for this he “‘thanked his stars” later on. Mr. Brown had drawn the water and was resting a moment after his stren- uous exertion when, hearing a noise be- hind him, he whirled about and there, not ten yards away from him, was “Blijah,”’ the old battering ram. His head was down and his feet were making the dirt fly. There was only one thing to do and our highly re- his

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THE PURPLE AND WHITE 19 up in the same town and were the closest of friends. Both boys did well in their studies and were fairly good athletes. The college had recently adopted Rugby in place of the old American game of foot- ball. Both boys had turned out for first practice and now that about a month of hard work had been completed, they were getting in good condition. Jack, although not quite so large as Ray, was heavier and showed better form. One day after practice the coach was giv- ing some orders to the players. There was considerable disorder in the room, most of which was due to some pranks of Ray. The coach, thinking that the disorder was due to Jack, said sharply, “Just let up on that racket, Bryant.” “Are you talking to me,” exclaimed Jack in astonishment. He did not mean it to be impertinent but to Coach Endicott it showed that way, and it made him angry so he said, “Shut up, now or you 'go off the squad al- together.” “T don’t see that that is very fair,’ Jack was aroused and forgot to be respectful. “You don’t need to report for practice any more, Bryant,” this from Endicott sur- prised all the boys for he had never been so strict before. He left and there was not much more said in the dressing room that evening. Most of the boys realized that, if at the beginning of the trouble, Ray had told the coach he was to blame, Jack would not have been expelled from the squad. How- ever, he had not heard quite all the dis- cussion and didn’t realize that he was to blame for Jack’s dis- missal. None of the other boys said any- thing for they didn’t want to hurt Ray’s feelings. The captain, Floyd Elliott, was a good friend of Jack’s and wanted him on the squad. He went to the coach but Endi- cott said Jack would not return unless he apologized. This, all the boys knew, he would not do as he thought he was in the right. They then decided that they would find some other way to get him reinstated. Will Bingham, one of the best players, was one of the most enthusiastic and all evening was trying to devise means of get- ting Jack reinstated without hurting Ray. Most of the others didn’t think much about it but Leslie Ralston, Robert Martin and Steve Garvin were all very enthusiastic. Will hit upon a nice scheme and one day when several boys were gathered together, Ray among them, he began telling a story. He had not gone far when most of the boys saw that he was just illustrating Jack’s case. By the time he was through Ray understood and, although he didn’t say anything then, he walked off in a very thoughtful way. The next day the boys saw Ray talking earnestly to Coach Endicott. Endicott war acting in sort of a stubborn bull-headed way and the boys guessed rightly when they said that Ray was trying to fix things so as to get Jack reinstated. Ray told Endicott the truth about it and ended by saying, “I am sorry that I didn’t wake up to what the trouble was then, but I hope that, now I have explained it, you'll let Jack play.”’ “T hardiy think I can do that. I am glad that you confessed but Jack talked back to me and that’s one of the things i won’t stand for.” “You mean then that even now Jack can’t play unless he apologizes.” “Yes, that’s just what I mean.” Ray was puzzl d what to do next as he had expected that when he told the truth to Endicott Jack would get to play. All the boys were disappoined and were disposed to accuse Endicott of being unjust. How- ever, they didn’t give up and, afler a con- ference, it was decided that Earl Hazard, the boy who took Jack’s place skould pre- tend to be sick. He was smaller than most of “hem and had only come out once upon being coaxed by several of his friends. He williagly agreed to this plan as he would do anything he could for Jack, who was one of his heroes. The next day Earl didn’t show up. The coach inquired about it and was told he was sick. Endicott didn’t know what to do as Earl was the only cne who could fill Jack’s place. He had almost decided to let Jack play when he overheard Earl's little brother say to another boy, “HWarl is