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

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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

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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 When hrst I heard this wierdly sound, I did not pause to learn From whence it came, or what it was, But homeward I did turng With flying feet and streaming hair, I sped the forest throughg And never stopped to look behind, Till home came into view. Sometimes since, I have listened there, And laughed at my haunted pines, That sent me scurrying through the woods, O'er brush and tangled vines. And even now I must confess, I should not like to be Left on a dark and stormy night Alone, by that same tree. -GRACE KLAUMANN, '18 ,'1il,, me in t e , K W it to x ..... ... 23