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

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Oh, no, perhaps not! How under blazing sun, moon and stars was he going to do it? But he’d surely do it some how! an The Song of the Brook SHO IMSL WMBAILIL, “De Softly I heard it trickle, Softly, then softer still, First sending sounds of music Then it would be a trill. Tenderly calling the violets, Then softly it called the rose. What, where, when, you are saying Oh, my, silly, what do you s’ pose Tis the brook that’s in the meadow, In the Spring time when winter just goes. Its song it sings so gayly, Is quite a musician’s song Notes that are short and sprightley Notes that are tender and lon These notes have tender harmony, These have sweet echoes and trills, Tis the call of the wild sweet springtime. Which echoes thru all the hills. o S: Tis music, I’ve told you so often, Why is it you can’t understand? When the flowers are springing go sweetly ’Tis the touch of a pretty hand, The touch of Spring on the meadow, That makes them as green as e’er, The touch of Spring on the brooklet That makes it run sweet and fair. Now come with me to the meadow, I'll show you the wonders there, Pll show you the haunt of the woodchucek, Pll show you the haunt of the hare. There’s naught for the blood like the sourdock That grows on the rim of that brook 3 There’s trouble enough in the daytime, But just as the sun’s going down I'll take you down by the brooklet And drive away every frown. —ALICE PARKER, 724. 26

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When he asked the clerk if anyone had left a message, the clerk said yes, that a young lady had come and left word to tell one Edwin Woodley that she had gone on. Was that what he wanted to know ? hat was a nice mess! He guessed he had been slow. Nothing to do but tag along. When he got there, nearly everyone had arrived. There was a masked girl over there that looked like Corliss, especially her hair. She was staring at him. She surely must be Corliss. Ed looked around the crowd, but he didn’t see anybody that looked like Clayton Wallace. Clayton was shorter than the other kids. Must be he wasn’t coming. That was a peculiar dress Corliss had on. Kind of a funny green, Ed euessed he’d go ask her to dance as soon as the music started for the next dance. When the time came, he started across the room but on his way he met Annabelle and had to stop and say hello. While he was thus detained, his chance flew away. The girl in green had already gone. Too bad. Just his luck. When the next dance began, Hd went across the room to ask Corliss to dance. “Well,” she said, “do you think you deserve it the way you treated me? Of course I know you tried to avoid me.” What was the matter with her voice? Must be the cold that every body was catching. “Tow did you know who IT was?” asked Ed. “Don’t you think I’d know who you are? But you did try to avoid me didn’t you?” “No I didn’t. Honest! I—well. 1 had a—little accident.” “A poor excuse is better than none. sut Vl forgive you. TLet’s dance.” That was funny. She usually didn’t give in so quickly. She went on meditatively, “You know, Eddie, I really think I like vou better than ‘most any other boy I know.” “That's funny.” Eddie said, “T like you better than any girl IT ever did know.” Ed felt so good now that he could almost love Clayton. Poor old Clayt. However as the dance didn’t go on forever, they couldn’t go on talking about such interesting things. When Ed had gone back to his corner he began thinking about how wonderful life was. He wondered what his friend Clayt Wallace was doing now. The more he thought about things the happier he got. Finally the time eame for unmasking. Ea felt that he must be on hand to see his girl in green take off her mask. He surely was not going to miss that. When he found her, she said she had been waiting for him to come before she took off her mask. Ed was far too happy to ask questions. The girl told him to unmask first, which he did. She then very carefully untangled the string of her mask from her hair, and then— What was she doing? It came off! A wig! A practical joke! What a dirty trick! What a fool he’d been! And Clayton Wallace of all people! Say, wasn’t he, Edwin Woodley, going to skin that boy’s hide? 2S)

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Lizzy vs. Blindy Silas Slow was his name and his name, I can guarantee, was the only slow thing about him. Silas was one of those raw-boned, bull-headed New England- ers who always “Lowed as how he could do anything ter be done in this old burg of our’n.” But he was to be sadly shaken from his bed of placidity and I think you would be interested in hearing his own story told by himself short- ly after the final funeral rites had been preformed over the body of his deceased Ford. “Wal, yer see, “twas like this. hat hinkering, jinkering Judge Cant that tries ter run our town, goes and buys himself one of them new kind of hosses without wagons that they calls Fords and goes ter parading past me, and my old hoss scattering dust something scandalus. Right then I cal’clates as hows I’d buy me one of them contraptions. “Ther next time I goes into town, I goes into one of them stores as are called garages and buys me a Ford. An what you think that fool garage man asks me? If I didn’t want him ter drive ther thing home for me! Wall T just naturly told him as how I didn’t need no store guys ter show me, being as I'd driven old Blindy fer nigh on ter twenty years. I guess I took him down a peg all right fer he turned a funny color and made funny sounds when I got into that consarned thing and started out. “Wal, I shaves that garage door just as nice and was going down the street, when, sudden like, I wasn’t on ther street at all and one of them electricity poles was headed right straight at me. T says right now as how them compan- ies shouldn’t be allowed ter obstruct the public road with such things. Why. man, that thing just runned right unter the front of my new Ford and bent it all up, like Mrs. Jinkens’ back when she’s got the rumitiz. “Now mind you, all the time that guy from the garage had been right be- hind me and comes up alongside, a laughing all over his ugly face. “ ‘Well, well, dad,’ he says, just as though I’d be dad ter the likes of him! 5 ‘Lizzy isn’t behaving like old Blindy, is she?’ And he laughs again just as though he’d said something funny. “T was mad by now and I asks him nice like ter move that post and he laughs again. He tells me ter back it. 1 gets out and pushes it back, talking nice like all the time but I can’t budge it. Now, he gets in and pushes something and Mr. Ford sputters and kicks and then goes right back inter the road again. ‘Mr. Garage man climbs out and says, ‘Now, Mr. Slow, don’t you think I had better stay with you till you learn a little more about your new car?” T shows that man the road perty quick and starts off again. “That car went along just like a bird till who do you think I sees com- ing? Judge Cant! ‘Well, here’s where I have some fun,’ thinks T and I pulls that Ford up inter full speed. “T don’t just recollect what happened next but when I woke up three days later, they said as how I’d runned right unter Judge Cant and mashed him and fractured the ear’s leg and been throwed ten fect inter the air and lit on my head in Mr. King’s hog pen, nearly scaring the pigs ter death. ‘T had that Ford just two hours and it cost me more than old Blindy did in twenty years. Right now I’m telling you as after this Silas Slow never buys a Ford.” —TOLA STAFFORD, ’23. Dl,