Monterey High School - El Susurro Yearbook (Monterey, CA)

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EL SUSURRO Junior Class 1 Class Officers. President ........................ up .... Ellen Monroe Vice-President .. ..... Philip Wilson Treasurer .............................. Alice Hilby The class of '16, ever since their Freshman days, have been famous for doing things, and the year 1914-15 has seen no decrease in their activities. Before the Christmas holidays, to add a little excitement to the monotony in the old building, the Juniors had an auction sale of pies. Moke Redbrook, in a white apron and cap, held up each pie for in- spection, while they were auctioned off by Phil Salterbach. ,On the Friday preceding Easter vacation, the Seniors were the guests of the Junior Class on an enjoyable motor-truck ride around the seventeen-mile drive, with a moonlight picnic lunch served at Pebble Beach. March 12, 1915, under the auspices of the Junior Class, Professor Alexander gave a number of funny recitations to the Student Body. The proceeds went to the Journal, of which the class are managers. With its publication in June the activities of the Class of '16 ends. 2l

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EL SUSURRO Well, da'll go off in a minute, said Essiah to himself. But he waited several minutes, and the hogs still stood under him. I wonder if I's got to live up heah g but just then an idea struck him. He took off his coat and swinging it above his head, threw it far into the meadow. At once the hogs started after it, and while they were tearing it, Essiah slipped down the tree and into the river. A dripping figure was seen walking up the road to the house where Sam was drying his clothes. See heah, Massa Sam, broke in Essiah, de next time you'se itchin' for beah meat, don't you bother meg yo' jes go an' scratch. --HARRY A. GREENE, '16. The Gift of the Rainbow Q Oh, beautiful arch, o'er the brightening sky, When ceases the rain and you're left upon high, How many myths about thee are told, And one of them tells ofa great pot of gold. It is said, where end rainbows can always be found A great store of wealth to be dug from the ground, But that is a myth, as everyone knows, Yet it has some foundation, as I will disclose. For during a rain, when the sun's shining too, VVhile the earth becomes warm, and like sparkling dew The bright drops are glimmering o'er the earth's face, We go in quest of a secret place. Though the coveted metal may never be found, VVe are amply rewarded for tilling the ground, When the crops of the future will greatly exceed Those of the past in reward for the deed. So the crock of gold is really a fable, That shows how the rain, and our work will be able To reap in the future a harvest of grain, Whose richness is due to the sun and the rain. ' -LILLIAN HERRICK, '18. 20

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EL SUSURRO The Haunted Pines Q I love to wander in the woods, And trail the forest stream, And pluck the Howers from shady nooks And watch the waters gleamg And sit down on the rocky -ledge, Nearby the waterfall, And listen to its murmuring voice, b And hear the wood folk call. I love the haunts of solitude, Where naught but Nature callsg More lovely far these forest scenes, Than any marble halls! The song of bird. the laughing brook, The whispering trees that bend: ' Are sounds rnost welcome to mine ear, ,If shared with some dear friend. But all alone I feel so small, And frightened at each sound, That comes from bird, or brook, or tree, VVhen no one else is 'ronnd. And even with a friend along, I've frightened been sometimes, At ghost-like voices of the woods. That seem to speak of crimes. Iive even felt my heart stand still- Each hair rise up with ease, At nothing more to frighten me, Than rubbing of two trees. But, oh! VVhat doleful sound it made, Like dying groans and sighs, Of some imprisoned soul in pain, VVho to break its fetters tries. 22