Oakland High School - Oaken Bucket Yearbook (Oakland, CA)

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26 . 4 'lf T' P 'fYeSa' 'his Reverence, is at homCQ 4Saidi2hCf.a 1f. iiuxamf lfVv'e- -Wi -Wi 4, yi l 'L 'i'-In want to see him, . said 'Toilnetteg -With f1af'fl?21'ettW bESee'Ch1f1igll aired which Was lost ,on the man. . . 'Aff tg ,' .fs.foTsi1 Y 'Lt 'V' Ah, do you ? said he, with a French.serv1ant?s ifmp.udle,nce2.'zwhen lE1h.ffC6lS he is addressing his inferiors. . A . :xg E 1 I. Now, when your average Frenchwomap 'Qi's.angry't She talks?-is But 'TOIHCFFQ was not an average Frenchwoman, so she set he-r lips for' a mintutea and th?U Safff sharply- - '. t ,P 1 -+9 'fi if A A 9' Yes, I would-likeguto see the Bishop. Please takefnie to him. ' T A f 1 There was such a tone of command in her voice, th-at the 'mang turned abruptly, and led--her throughwthe spacious hall toa greenebaize coverededoori Opening it softly, he said, ,Wi1th.a marvelous ,Cfh2l'1Jg C',Ofl'tOIlCi2'Lil!iIA ybunge-'fWOf11aIP See YQUI' R6VC1'SI1CC.7' T .F ,. 1 I '.ii 'V .fiffrl ,453 J- T V1 T filter i,ff 3:45 'Un , V wi A Antoinette advanced slowly-.across tlierfflodrf WhiCh WaS'ClQV0id Off Carpet, FQ' the Bishop, who was seated-fat azlarge. tagblegover which hung a t1argef,cnuci'l:ixl'3 Her Brst impression, of himf .W9.SiilI3.?lZ,.l1,C: .nee.ded-'somebody ,to taketcareiof himge for his face was care-worn and cadaverous. Her second impression was that ihef was smiling very' kind-ly at-gher, and ytfbfat- henrknrees. were 'trembling so that she couldf hardly stand. -,Thengshe fmade .P kiwi Clourtesy, and said, Qin herif simple country fashion, I ,hope your Re've,renQefisfWelfl.'F' , 1 ' . 'V', j .5 The Bishop smiled and then sighedfsoftlyi :Something in his face reminded? her of Father Philippe at- ho,me,fQand5 with at sob. -,she knelt at his feet, and saidgil with the tears streaming down, her-factrzf-Q ' . '- ' . a Oh, monsieur, heis so old, -but thewpeople- love him so, andtit will Tlireak his-heart to leave them. Herhas been in51Avi-gnon torforty years, and has christened all the babies, and married all -1,' the young. men and Women, 'laidgg awayjthe o,l5d,ones to rest in the churbhyarii -under the old elms. O, monsieun, .ih Y0l1fF3O:l!1d1?g,aVe.,5eCU.hiU1.th3t knight wh'e.n..he readnhis breviavrylp I am nobody? but 'Toinette, his niece, but I love him. And so, mo1isieur,'I have come to ask Yjouvto lethirm Slaiinng. ' -f ' ff 3' ' .ffrgifff ' E. ,fI' ' Here, 'Toinette's sobs checked her utterance, .but the Bishop undefsfogdvi He..Pl1l 11CT:gCU'C15f:i11 2!1Cl21if1iI'aI1d . Wh'i1e.qpShe,momposed herself, turnedaway' and thought. He remembered that the letter had been written at 'tliefinstigation' another, and with but little thought on his ownffpartg ,Apparen'tly, .s it had bmughl mllchf. grief-ff. HOW. 10Ving' this litltlei ,maid Was! . What arich boon it would DQ-.l0,bG,t10ved like this. S.t1ddenl.yr-,fhe 'turned to 'Toinette who was frightened ether OWU terllefity in-speaking to hisikeverence as she had. . f I g Q LaYiUg hiS 'hand QI1 her headyhegsaid, using the familiar.. Tu, Thou art a' good chi1d5,Antoinette. , , .,.. .f- T. A , 1 l p, Q t , 'Tl1eI1. 11? S2112 CXOWD and, wrote a letter which he read to 'T-oinette. It brieiiv said that a,mistake' had been made, and th-at Father Philippe might retain' his. parish until death should remove whims., Antoinette- jumped to her feet in at transport of joy, but the Bishop. stopped .her thanks 'by ringing the bell and tlfllillg the 1I1jUCh12lSt0ni.Sh6d f00tl11an. t0 bring Herlsome refreshment. T' f Late that Same night thefiunwonted' rattle' of a coach over the ron hlvn' paved street of Avignon brought the villagers --to' 'theirydoors and windows in

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THE HIGH Scrroor. Ears. 25 little bundle in her hand and ten francs in her pocket, as the only means of getting her there. It was seven o'clock when she reached Longueval, and she was tired with her overexertion. She inquired the coach fare to Paris. Seven francs! HeZas.f What should she do? With only ten francs to her name, and must she pay seven of that precious sum for the coach fare? Was Monsieur quite sure that it was seven francs? C Monsieur was quite sure, but then, what will one not do for a pretty girl who is about ready to cry, and whp looks at one with such a beseeching air ?j So, to her greathrelief, the driver suddenly remem- bered that the fare had been reduced to five francs, but was it not Queer, thought this simple 'Toinette, that when an old woman with a heavilyfloaded basket wanted the driver to take her for five francs he brusquely refused? What a queer world! She sat in the back seat of the coach, and looked out at the passing scenes with dreamy eyes. A laboring man, whose breath smelt of cheap wine, and a young soldier were the only othervpassengers. The laborer went to sleep, and the young soldier, after' trying to engage her in conversation, but only succeed-ing in getting monosyllabic answers, talked to the driver instead, much to her relief. ' ' i . ' At last, with a great clatter, and much shouting and cracking of the whip from the driver, the coach rolled into Paris. 'Toinette was bewildered. What a great amount of noise, and what an endless stream of people, laughing, talking, gesticulating in their rapid French fashion, and here she was, far from home and among strangers in wicked Parisi Oh, why had she come, and what would Father Philippe think when he found his 'Toinette gone? Now, that coachdriver was really a very good fellow at heart, and when he saw how bewildered this pretty little country maid was in the confusion of a great city, and how unconscious she was of the strangeness of her short red skirt, blue blouse and wooden shoes in this crowd of people who looked like fashion plates, he, with simple, genuine chivalry, asked if he might help mademoiselle in any way? Oh, said 'Toinette, eagerly, I would be so glad if monsieur would direct me to the Bishop's house. A What! said he, in surprise, mademoiselle means the house of the Bishop of Paris? Yes, said she, simply. Elz bien! Would mademoiselle do him therhonor to take a seat in the coach again and he would have her at the Bishop's in the twinkling of her eye? After a confusing journey through long streets lined with tall houses, which 'Toinette thought almost scraped the sky, past public parks which reminded her a little of Avignon, the coach drew up before one of the tallest and grandest houses 'she had yet seen. The driver assisted her ,to alight, and then with a ilourish he was off again. With trembling limbs, now that she was so near her destination she climbed' the stairs and rang the bell. After a long pause, during which she occupied herself by screwing up her courage to the sticking point, a footman came to the door. Staring at her with a supercilious air, he waited for her to speak. Is the Bishop at home? said she.

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fllniiill it Scrrooi P' Aiorsy Q7 astonishmentw It clatteredi up-the street, and stopped before thief door of the little house by the church. ' A light was still burningjyshowing that Father Philippe was still up. Before he had opened the door, a crowd of his' people had gatherediaround the little gate, and as-f'Toi'nette sprang up the path, they stared' insurpri-se. Y I , 1 ,rv 1 li l 2 1 .- L QQ-A The door opened and theaoldf priest came out,ihis face- haggardiand drawhi with anxiety. f'Toinette sprang into his arms with aiglad cry,and sobbed out the Whole story. And, tshe ended, - you can stayfhere all your life, and it wasnl't'Cod s will afterfall, but the Bishoplsf' - Then, like any ordinary girlti she faintedfawaay 'in 'the arms of Paul 'Marle Qwho kissed lherj, while cheer after dlheerrrentr the air, and Father Philippe murmured, God is good. ' ' A ' .112 fini . ' ' ,L , , . ' Q Li R , ' . ,f SL- , . s M , Che. flrt Creasurgs of tp? High, School. gf-rm fi, 4 , . . J' fi ' -.'. Qqtrsqilggl .- ,SADIE H:fiR.OBINSO'N,- I l s 5 4, cifimigreat masters ofvart and literature have left behind theml not simply a ' iianie, bufG'2som'eJthfing.ofwfar.greater-fimportance-that undying influence?- 5 ifilJf,vsfh.ichswi1l'fbe.5feEt1thlroughou.trQtheragesg l.'4i 'When welook at. the 'copyf of JE,1.Raphia:elgf2andffobserve'-gtheifextpressrioniof.,'formland the harmony. of color-25 whehf-'lwielg readl Eherafwgrdsi diiraf ,,., MGflIto'n,ii.0f:.listen to the notes of a Handel, Wei Cannot fhelp5li5'ei5r1gi1i1plifftedl agri1elire.firie'tl,.evlei:1'fthoufgh we catch but a spark from! the master's inspiration. There is so much in- art to refresh the spiritual side or? 01g1lg1lh,afufefth:gjt ,Wg-yghg-u1'd.105e gb :0.pp6rt'u'nity, fhovveverFsmall,' of familiarizing odi4se1.ves Wfitli really good pictures. - And yet, how few among our High School-, students realize that here in oiur halls and in our class-rooms we have a collectionf dir pietures and sculpture vvhiichiare really art treasures, and Worthy of thought' . . .fry wif . .Q ' A f ff' L V fe S' 'T'he'carbon photograph: offfAfuroreJ,f' in ourassemb1yFroom, is acopy of the! fafmous pfaintingfby- Guido- Reiri,!whf01l1ived and flourished in ' the -latter part' of- tlielsixteent fcenftfu-ry. ' It was painted for Cardinal Borghese on the ceiling of thei siulinmeir-houselofl the Rospi'ghoisifVil1a in Rome, and travelers may still see it-A in. all its wonderful brilliance of color. -Q ' V ' T4 U -P51 'In the picture, Aurora, -goddess of the dawn, is represented as floating on the clouds ibeforei the chariotof Apollo. She scatters flowers upon the earth,5f which -is seen sleeping-peacefully below, waiting for the suncto bring the cares aftiid'atoi1fs' of a 'new day. L Happy maiden- hours dance alongside of Apol-lofs chariot, drawn by four prancing horses, while Cupid liies above, holding ai lighted torch. Aurora and her gay com-panions are robed in the soft 'tintsvofithef rosy morning, and seem to send forth?-a glow which scatters the dark' clouds of niQht,'and'prepares the way' for the brighter light' of theapproaching sunrgodfi rg1orA.n5tHerf aft. treasure off' the -High' School is an engraving - takeurfromf Raphael's famous Sistiiieflvladonna. 'fThis'painting,. which is the most famousl-in? alllofliNortAhernfEurope, vvasf-painted about I52Cj for the convent of St. Sixtus, at