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

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MISSION HIGH SCHOOL audience to beat it. He did not see McDevitt approach him, stand over him with a solemn smile. But then he did feel a hand laid upon his back. He looked up and saw McDevitt. He wanted to be angry and found it hopeless. The sun beat warmly upon his exhausted limbs. No one else was about though it was Saturday. He looked at Mc- Devitt again and found himself almost liking him. McDevitt spoke, You know, l'm sorry . . . we all have our weaknesses. Jean's easily-moved heart was reached and tugged. He threw his arm around Mc- Devitt's shoulder, and wanted to cry again. He felt ashamed of the act and mad at himself for wanting to cry so often. But all shame left him when McDevitt squeezed. his shoulder. They walked hand on shoulder to the showers. HOWARD EDMINSTER. Service The air is all the sweeter For the scent of every Hower, Be it violet in the hedgerow, Or rose Within the bower. And bloom it all through Spring-time Or wither in an hour, The air is all the sweeter For the scent of every flower. The world is all the brighter For every beam of light, That leaves the sky at morning And steals back home at night. And gleam it in the rainbow Or on the flower alight The world is all the brighter For every beam of light. And Life is all the richer For each good deed you do Be it some simple act of love, Or tender word and true. And seem it but a little, A trifling thing to you, Yet life is all the richer For each good deed you do. Louisa THOMPSON. E23 1

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THE MISSION They tossed and Ward won. Mile, I guess, he said. They were set on their marks. jean came very near collapsing. His chest held nothing but dread. Get set-go! from the starter. They were offg both of them were running easily. Jean had trouble breathing. First lap, second lap, third lap,-McDevitt dropped out, and just to spite him fthough spiting himself, as so often is the casel jean ran his last lap faster than any. Hope came into Ward, he felt confident. He became the conqueror, the super-man, not affected by mere races. lVIcDevitt had his choice of second event. He took the eight-eighty. jean's heart dropped. He almost felt as bad as he had before the mile had started. George had planned carefully. He had given Jean the mile so that he might rest to win the half-mile. Jean flexed his tired legs. First he felt afraid then strength flooded his breast. He would fight, fight, right up to the tape. On your marks-get set-go l the boy-starter called. McDevitt tore through his first lap with Jean far behind. Jean knew he could not win -what! He wasn't going to feel that way now. He was going to fight! He found his stride opening. He felt strong. He began to close on McDevitt. But then his head began to swim, painfully! He was running himself into the ground. He fought with himself, he fought with his stride, he fought with his feet. McDevitt was jut ahead, the finish was just a few yards further. Here Jean gave his all-and lost by more than feet. He fell on the grass, and the sky seemed a tragic infinite blue. Life seemed funny just then, so long and so filled with nothing. He had lost one of his own events, and he knew he could not win one of McDevitt's to even up. When his breath returned with weak locomotion, he told the starter to call the hundred-yard dash. McDevitt answered the call and they were started. jean thought that he, too, would play the fox, so he quit the race after running some thirty yards, but George slowed down also, and walked across the finish line. The two-twenty was easily won by him too. for Jean did not even attempt to run his fastest . . . Thus it is seen that McDevitt had won three places and Ward but the one. Jean fiercely told himself that he would win both the discus and the shot. The discus he did win, but the shot was closely contended. jean's heart bounded with joy, when he made an immense put of forty-two feet, and rose still further when lVIcDevitt made two puts of barely thirty-eight feet. Jean took his last throw without really strain- ing himself. He lay down, and saw now, how, with the addition of a few events, he might beat McDevitt. He saw himself the one pointed out in every classroom, he saw himself winning the shotput in all-city competition. He saw numerous things, but failed to see McDevitt's final heave. He was awakened to the fact by the sudden-- Ooh what a heave f and several differ- ent tunes of gee ! from the bystanders. He ceased to think. His heart was lead. Self-pity again mastered him and he wanted to cry. He flopped on the grass and buried his face. He did not hear McDevitt tell his f22l

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