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

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THE MISSION Soon after the new shop was opened an irate customer appeared unceremoniously upon the scene. Accosting Aleutian uncertainly he snapped out, What's Wrong with you? Have you anything against me? Lawsuit or what ? Aleutian, temporarily surprised out of his dignity which had been acquired along with the new shop answered, I have nothing against you. What's the matter with you? The customer explained, I'm from the Auctioning Agency. Some fool detective has been shadowing me for the past week. He finally accused me of taking some painting you claim to have lost. I'm not responsible for any article after it is sold. But I did lose a painting. Incidentally, I bought it from you. I forgot it and when I came back to get it, why, it was gone. You're the only one who could have it, retorted Aleutian Adams, A. D. C. now thoroughly aroused. The puzzled auctioneer shook his head. I sent that troublesome painting to you through the mail right after you bought it, he flashed back over his shoulder as he indignantly left the shop. By this time Aleutian was overcome with a combination of joy and fear. Joy at news of the painting and fear of the thought of the mail. For in his search for the painting he had left his mail to collect in unopened reams of letters and packages. Ilpon moving into 'the new shop he had assigned the tardily unopened mail to a newly acquired bookkeeper. Fearfully, he entered the oflice of the new employee and requested to see any packages that had collected. To his amazement they were so numerous it took a closet to hold them all. Delving down he searched the closet. First one and then another package was opened but all without securing the coveted painting. Only a few wrapped papers and magazines were left. Listlessly he picked up an unobtrusive ordinary folder. Here, in a few short seconds. he solved the mystery of his long lost treasure. The auctioneer had removed the painting from its frame when he sent it through the mails. No wonder it had never been found! JEANNETTE QUAST. A Fragment Nothing but the ruins are left in this barren place, Nothing but crumbled rocks of pillars once reaching to the sky Those graceful Roman figures have gone on, Their half-burned candle buried in their night . . They dreamed their dreams, but like those inconsistent, flimsy thoughts of man, They fell to earth like last night's stars, And la in pieces at their feet. Y SHELAGH GOLDIE. U41

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THE MISSION Self-Sacrifice June Martin was seventeen years old and a senior of the Dalesboro high school. She Was the only child of Well-to-do parents and the kind that was always getting special honors and privileges. She would study very hard to get the highest grades on her card, play a very hard game of tennis or basket-ball to get the praise of the onlookers, and dress rather extravagantly to catch everyone's attention. June was a pretty girl, slim, with brown wavy hair, large brown eyes and a clear complexion. In other words, June Martin was the school's most popular girl. Mr. E. H. Walton, an elderly gentleman, announced to the school board that he intended to give a five hundred dollar scholarship to a deserving student of the graduat- ing class. Of course everyone took it for granted that June would win it. Did I say everyone? No. Everyone but Mary Nelson. Mary Nelson was a plain, overgrown, studious girl. She knew nothing of the luxuries which June enjoyed every day, but she did know what it was to work. Mary worked outside of school hours and on Saturdays in order to keep herself in school. She lived about one and one-half miles from the school and had to walk this distance every day. One morning Mary started to school in the rain. It had poured all the previous night and she discovered, much to her dismay, that the bridge which had once spanned the little creek had been Washed out. What was she to do? She coiild not and would not turn back now. The final examination in English was to be given that morning. She had to get to school. She determined to wade across! Off came her mud-covered shoes and woolen stockings, and in she stepped. Mary arrived at the schoolhouse- just as June Martin was removing her wraps. Con- tact with June was an ordeal to Mary, always. June was at all times very courteous to her, but there was such an air of superiority about her. June noticed that Mary was trembling all over and that her arms and face were purple with cold. After questioning and cross-questioning her, June found out the cause of her condition and realized suddenly how much a scholarship would mean to the poor girl. Right then and there June decided that llfIary was going to get Mr. Walton's scholarship. Pretending to be merely curious, june asked Mary what her grades were. Mary, thinking that June was just trying to make conversation, told her, and June discovered that Mary's grades were exactly the same as her own. The dis- covery gave June an idea. She would Hunk this examination and let Mary have the scholarship. What difference would it make to her whether she had it or not? She would go on to college anyway, whereas Mary could not go without it. The English examination came and went. VVhen the reports came out, the students could not understand why june had done so poorly, but they did not dare ask. June's attitude puzzled them. She seemed perfectly contented and not the least bit ashamed. Was this calmness, they wondered, another phase of the over-confidence which had i16l