Mission High School - Mission Yearbook (San Francisco, CA)

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M1ss1oN HIGH SCHOOL 14011 'Km' THE TESTING OF THE TENDERFOOT Three teams figured as winners in the Alaska Dog Classic. One of them belonged to Gus Paulsen, victor in last year's race, the second was the property of Cree Joe, runner-up in the previous struggle, and the third was Petroff's wonder team. N o one knew where Petroff had gotten those magnificent dogs. He had appeared out of nowhere, it seemed, with a string of dog-Hesh unequalled in all Alaska. His boasts of what he would do with the team in the race had seemed well grounded, but Death removed Petroff before he could bear out his bragging. The team came into the possession of a young tenderfoot from the States, a yellow- haired, blue-eyed youth, named McKinley. The young fellow was well liked, but those who saw fit to bet on the race placed their money on Paulsen or Cree Joe. Ut- terly unconcerned, McKinley went right ahead with his preparations for the big race. lt was a long race, an endurance contest, and the course was laid over a very rough trail. The day of the struggle came at last. A crowd gathered at the starting point. A long time would pass before another crowd began to collect at the finish line. The real contest for supremacy must go unwatched. But the racers, with the prospect of the prize before them, cared little for spectators. The teams were off! Cree Joe took the lead, McKinley followed a close second, and Pau'sen trailed with a lot of second-raters. Cree Joe's team held its lead for some time, but the space between McKinley and himself varied not an inch. The other teams were far behind, not even in sight. Paulsen was so far in the rear that he could no longer consider himself in the running. ' Half the long course had been covered when the super-blood of the team Mc- Kinley drove began to tell. Slowly but surely, apparently not at all handicapped by their tenderfoot driver, the huskies shortened the distance between themselves and the other team. The other driver saw McKinley's team draw up alongside him, pass him by, and take the lead. With the stoicism of his race, Cree Joe settled down to regaining his lost position. His effort was useless, McKinley vanished around a turn in the trail, nor did Cree Joe again catch sight of him. Half a mile beyond the turn which McKinley had rounded was the intersecting trail to Nome. As McKinley approached the crossing a dog-sledge shot out of the other road, from the east, and the driver toppled off and lay still. The dogs, tangled in the traces stood where they were. Forgetting the race, lVIcKinley rushed to the fallen one to give what assistance he could. One look at the man told him that he was dying and past all aid. Diphtheria had him in its clutches. The stranger opened his eyes, saw McKinley, and choked out, Diptheria antitoxin -for Nome-For God's sake take it quick. They're dying in droves-no antitoxin in Nome- he gasped, struggled for breath, HStuff didn't help me any-didn't know how to use it-. Go quick-never mind me. There was no need to mind him indeed, for he was dead. l'vIcKinley saw two things flash before him-the prize, and a city of plague-strick- en people. His team could take him either to victory in the race, or to the relief of Nome. McKinley needed the money prize, needed it badly. No one but he had heard the dying man's words. The cash was vital to his continued existence in Alaska. It is a hard thing to give up-one thousand dollars in gold. The people of Nome were dying in droves. i211

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Turn NHSSION Q6 USN' Georg nodded his head approvingly at this girl's radiant philosophy and until late that night two figures were silhouetted in the magnificent, moon-like light of Earth, which their ultra-modern diplomacy had probably saved from destruction. LLOYD WINTER CNOte to the reader: These celebrities may, in point of years appear elderly,-- if you apply the new instantaneous Jamart calculator, but do not forget that they have all used the Fountain of Youth Health Restorer that is guaranteed as a longevity pro- ducer according to the formula that its value varies inversely as the square of the width of the user and directly as the cube of his fund of good naturej. MXTEEN 4 With shaking heads, and oft reproachful eyes, They call me restless, and they do not realize That storm and tempest shake me day and night - That I am seeking, passionate, for light. They seem to have forgotten their own youth- Their eager, hungry searching for the truth. They cannot see my scorn of childish play, Nor yet the yearning, as it slips away, For carefree, thoughtless freedom that was mine. They guess not, though they have perceptions fine, What dread I have, and what unceasing fears Of all the binding cares that come with years. My Words, to them, are bold and crudely new, CWhy should they shrink from all things that are true?Q They laugh at every fairy fantasy, My shining dreams they shatter ruthlessly. O unrelenting Time, who, day by day, Will bear me, still resisting, far away From all the girlhood joys to which I cling, Grant that my heart, as now, shall ever sing. Forbid my soul should with the low earth plod When it may soar, free-winged, up to God. BETH MAITH ER. I 20 l

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THE MISSION 0460 0650 A memory of a girl back in the States came to him. She would expect him to-he removed the dead man's dogs from the sledge, and harnessed his own huskies to it. He drove up to the crossing, looked at the trail behind, swore deep and loud, and turned his team westward toward Nome. His long whip cracked over the leader. lVIush! They were off toward the stricken city. II Dr. Seward, health officer of Nome, turned to his little corps of nurses, some of them trained, others volunteers. A look of despair was on his face. Unless more antitoxin arrives today we are beaten, and Nome is a city of the dead! But, Doctor, protested one of the volunteers, we've cured half the cases with the antitoxin the other sledges brought through. Yes, but as fast as we cure them new cases break out. Now we're out of serum. The disease is still rampant and spreading faster all the time! Disconsolately, despairing but still fighting, the gallant workers turned to their terrible task of caring for those stricken with the dread disease. Returning to his headquarters on the outskirts of Nome, Doctor Seward found four of his helpers stricken down. Half an hour passed, and one of the four succumbed. Tears trickled down the doctor's cheeks as little Jess McLeod's body was borne away. It is useless,', he sobbed. 'KWe are beaten! Mush! A soft, mellow voice floated down from far up the trail. There came a baying of huskies, and Dr. Seward rushed to the door, took one look at the approach- ing sledge and reverently breathed, Thank God l A yellow-haired boy sprang from behind his team of weary dogs and inquired in a tired, listless voice, Where do I bring the antitoxin ? Here! How much did you bring, man? We need a lot of it. God grant that you've brought enough I I don't know. I took the place of the fellow who got it. He cashed in on the trail. Dr. Seward promptly made an investigation of the contents of the sledge. Good Lord, he exclaimed, a triple load! enough to save all Nome! But what in the world did the man do for food ? A sudden suspicion occurred to the doctor. What did the man look like ? he inquired of McKinley. In the same beaten, discouraged voice, McKinley answered, I don't remember except that he had two fingers gone. Hugh McLeod! ejaculated the physician. He tried to come through on no food, and bring all the serum we needed. Young man, you and your dogs have saved Nome! McKinley nodded, and turned his attention to caring for his dogs. For a hero who has saved a city from destruction, thought Dr. Seward, 'ithat young fellow is the most unhappy specimen I ever saw. At that moment one of his subordinates came up to him asked. What's Al Mc- Kinley doing here. He's supposed to be running in the Classic right now! Dr. Seward shrewdly put two and two together. As he set out to administer the newly arrived antitoxin, he said to himself, Now I understand a lot of things. The IZZI