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

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And Louie was a lawyer Of very wide spread fame, His early High School training Helped win honors for his name. Next I searched for Laura, My pal in days of yore And found her in a city— Settlement Worker, Number 4. You remember Raymond Coffee High School Treasurer in 719 ? Among the President’s cabinet His familiar face was seen. I glanced swiftly thru a paper And read of “looping the loop,” There was a picture of the flier, Who was surely Raymond Shupe. Edna? She got married, In my dreams I saw her, too, She was living down near Fresno, Children ?—Oh yes—two. The people all stood staring As the cireus passed thru town; But I was quite astonished, Hor Elmer was the clown. A glimpse of San Francisco Showed me a famous man. Who was it? Tommy Cosgrave, Now minister to Japan. Of course, you’ve heard of Alma, But I saw her busily Teaching foreign languages, Up at U. of C. And then I saw Don Houston, Four times a millionaire; He'd won his monstrous fortunes By always playing square. The last vision faded— A cloud passed over the moon, Of myself I had learned nothing— And the dawn was coming soon.

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The Indian Trail ENID FREEMAN, ’20 There were no signs of life at the army post. The year 18— had been a dry one and the noon sun beat down relentlessly. At this hour discipline was relaxed and the post dozed quietly. On all sides the level floor of the San Joaquin Valley stretched way yellow and dry to the encirling mountains. ‘T’o the east rose the mighty Sierras, to the west the lower Coast Range. The road, a white parched ribbon of dust, wound through the fields and came to an end in the equally dusty parade ground of the post. ‘ Breaking incongruently into the motionless scene appeared a gradually in- creasing cloud in the eastern distance. As the cloud drew nearer a horse and rider took shape out of it, speeding at a killing pace through the burning heat. The rider dashed through the gates of the post and stumbled exhausted up the steps of the Commandant’s office. Opening the door, he saluted mechanically and, leaning limply against the door post, began to speak rapidly before the Commandant had hardly time to acknowledge his presence. “Sir,” he said, “I am Lieutenant Kenny and I come from the station in the hills. I bring word from there that the Indians have made another raid on the Carter ranch and this time they have carried off old Carter’s daughter.” A young man who had been seated talking to the Commandant when the messenger entered now sprang to his feet and savagely seized him by the arm. “My God!” he shouted, “not Carter’s daughter—not Meredith !” Kenny stared at him for a moment and then shortly reiterated his state- ment. The Commandant rose and placed his hand on the excited young man’s shoulder. “Calm down, Laughlin,’ he said. “Your getting wild won’t save her. What she needs is clear thinking friends who can trail those Indians into the hills. Brace up, old man; we'll get her.” Laughlin loosed his hold on Kenny and faced his commander. “I’m sorry, sir,” he managed to say. “But, if you could realize how much she means to me.” He stopped and turned away. “T know, Milt, I know. I was engaged myself once, you know. But we are losing time. Get a company together at once and lead them yourself. Don’t return until you have the girl!” Shortly afterward a company of grimly determined men galloped out of the no longer drowsing army post. They all knew and loved Meredith Carter, 28