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

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EL SUSURRO Oh, no! pa. you don't understand me. the daughter exclaimed: l mean this horse and wagon. Do you think they are soulful? Do you think they could he studied apart in the light of a symphony. or even a single poem, and appear as intensely utter to one returning home. as one could express F The old man twisted uneasily in his seat and muttered something about he believed it used to be an express wagon before he bought it, to deliver pork in, but the severe jolting over frozen ground prevented further remarks. Oh, there is that lovely, consummate ma! screamed the returned colle- giate, as they drove up to the door, and presently she was lost in the embrace of a motherly woman, in spectacles. Well. Marie. said Mr. Benson at the supper table, as he nipped a piece of butter off the lump with his knife, an' how'd you like your school ? Well, there, pa, now you shout-I mean I consider it quite too beyond, replied the daughter. 'ilt is unquenchably ineffable. The girls are sumptu- ously stunning-l mean grand--so exquisite-so intensive, and then the parties, the calls. the rides--oh. the past months have been one sublime harmony! l s'pose so, 1 s'pose so, nervously assented the old man as he reached for his third cup, half full, but how about your books, readin', writin', grammar, 'rithmetic.-how about them P l'a, don't. exclaimed Marie. reproachfully. Arithmetic! lt is French and music and painting and the dernier in art that has made my school life the boss-l mean that has made it one unbroken flow of rhythmic bliss-incom- parahly and exquisitely all but. The groceryman and his wife looked helplessly across the table. After a lonesome pause the old lady said: How do you like the biscuits, Marie ? They are too utter for anything, gushed the accomplished young lady, and the plum preserve is simply a poem of itself. The old man abruptly rose from the table and went out of the room, ruh- bing his head in a bewildered manner. and the mass convention was dissolved. That night he and his wife sat close to the Fire until a late hour, and at the breakfast table the next morning he rapped smartly on the table with the handle of his knife and remarked: Marie, me an' your mother have been talkin' this thing over, an' we've come to the conclusion that this boarding-school business is too much nonsense. U Me and her consider that we haven't lived sixty odd consummate years for the purpose of raisin' a curiosity. an' there's going to be a stop put to this unquenchable foolishness. Now after you've finished eatin' that poem of fried sa'sage and that symphony of twisted doughnut, you take an' dust upstairs in less'n.two seconds au' peel off that fancy gown an put on a caliker an' then come down an' help your mother wash dishes. 1 want it distinctly understood that there aren't going to be no more rhythmic foolishness in this house so long as your superlative pa and your lovely. consummate ma's runnin' this ranch. You hear me, Marie PU Marie was listening. 14

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EL SUSURRO Bo Blues Honor Code Ily Doiurrux' H.xRR1Nf:'roN, '18 ' lloy lllue, so called by his mother because of his great love for that nursery rhyme in his babyhood days, was really blessed with the long name of .Xrchibald Van Allstyne. A His father was a colonel in command of the Presidio of Monterey in the early days of California when Monterey was yet very young, and there was :i 'great deal of trouble with the Mexicans. who so strongly objected to their land's being taken by the hated Gringos. It was extremely difficult for Boy Blue's family to keep him occupied. for he was a lively little chap who loved adventure and was always on the lookout for some mischief to engage in. I-Ie hated the Mexicans almost as much as hc adored his only playmate, little Louise Alarcon. aged eight, who lived next door. Our little friend, who was the pride of the post and loved by every man in it, was a very good rider and longed to be old enough to ride at the head of his father's regiment. One day while Louise was playing in Boy l1lue's yard, a rider dashed madly up to his house. l-Boy Bluels greeting was: 'tHowdy. what's the matter there? XVho d'ye want to see? If it's the colonel you want. he isn't here. He left me to be colonel in his place. He told me to take good care of Louise and muvver and Mrs. Alarcon while he and the men are gone to get cattle or something down the coast. VVhat'll ye have ? It's the Mexicans. They're coming. I was down in the canyon watching for deer and heard one of them say: 'Now is our chance: we'll wipe 'em out.' 'l'hey're headed for the town. so I sent all the women folks over to the barracks while l rode for help, said the rider. O-o, mister. are they really truly coming? O-o, I remember! Yesterday father said he knew they meant business next time. but he said they weren't readv vet. Yes, yes. sonny. I know: but they are, and ye've got to get yer dad. Ohl the colonel's out at the Diaz rancho 'n' I know where. I'll hide Louise and mother in our cave in the hill and I'll ride for help. My pony is all saddled. But, son. unless ye'll ride like sixty, ye'll never make it, said the man. VVell, I'll do it and we'll get those Mexicans. 'n' I'll save Louise like the prince in our story book. You lock the big gate 'n' I'll bring the men, answered our young hero. Good luck. son, said the rider as he hurried away. I lloy lllue soon told his mother of their grave danger and in no time the women were safely hidden in the cave. Then he rode away at breakneck speed through the hills. taking a short-cut that he knew. A - 16