Richmond High School - Shield Yearbook (Richmond, CA)

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ee Good Night, Lil Lam. io Cuddle to yo’ mammy, cuddle close. — trial Does mammy lub you? W’y of co’se the wi Cuddle close’s ev’ you can; lini Mammy lubs her li’] brack man. ning—al Say yo’ prayers, ’n close dem eyes, . Close ’em tight, so’s you kin s’prise tuggl : Dat ole san’ man wif his san’ t up 1 Dat shake de sleep on all de lan’. is a Good night, li’] lam’, good night. reir lit gths wer W’en de big moon comes up shinin’, lf on th Don’ you let it cotech you whinin’, air, al You jes’ close yo’ eyes up tight, y to Case de stars am shinin’ bright. eyes al Quick now, honey, quit yo’ foolin’; d, forge! Sho’ ah’ll have to sta’t in rulin’ le fairies An’ have to whip mah li’l brack man. - disgalr Close yo’ eyes now, quick’s you can. rot kno Good night, li’l lam’, good night. ars mnie ack onl or, . ’ ! reali Hush, there, Zekial, don’ you speak ! nae Cain’t you see he’s gone to sleep? Me Nother time, ’n out you'll go, i : No mattah if they’s rain er snow. fe You walk mighty still ahaid de An’ fix de eubbahs on de baid. of Ig There, there, honey, don’ you fret, Yo’ ole mammy’s got you yet. Good night, li’7] lam’, good night. fut WINIFRED CONWELL, 714.

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the noise, nor felt anything like the biting wind; but it was all such great Jun dodging the big drops, and, when they were too slow, to watch them trickle down their gleaming hair and slide off their sillv little robes. ‘Their little white feet flashed in and out of the pools, splashng the water high on them as they whirled about. ‘What was that?’’ suddenly asked Darling, startled. There had been a erash, with a splintering of wood that shook the very ground under their feet. The little creatures rushed to the edge of the reeds as a terrific wave surged and lifted some- thing forward, and hurled it on the narrow strip of shore. Even before they saw what it was, a premonition seemed to come to them, and the little group moved silently forward and stood awed by the side of a beautiful human. Then they glanced at the shattered boat. It was the same small craft they had once seen passing. They looked back at the human. She had hair like Darling’s—wavy and golden. They pressed closer to her side and Gogonar and Darling clamored up to her face. It was still and white. They tried sing- ing into her wonderful ears, but she did not move. All the while the rest of the fairies waited quietly, staring up at Darling—and forgetting to laugh. At the turning of the tide, a huge wave came and tugged at her skirt. She stirred in the sand. A startled wail went up from the sobered fairies, as they clutched her clothes, but the water still carried her gently back over the sand. They braced their little feet. and frantically strove to hold her; but their strengths were such tiny strengths. ‘Oh! my Human!”’ cried Darling, and hurling herself on the human’s soft cheek, she clung to her by a stray lock of hair, and burst into a heartbroken wail. Gogonar struggled manfully to con- trol his quivering lips, but the tears slipped from his eyes and ran down his cheeks. Forgetting their fate if they cried, forget- ting everything in their sadness and misery, all the little fairies wept and sobbed, not knowing when their tears might dissolve them into—what would they be dissolved into? They did not know. And so the tide bore them out weeping, their little tears ming- ling with the quieted waves. Out, out, till the wind carried back only the echo of a sob. Then all was silent. The water gradually lapped its way through the reeds, and in the east the moon rose slowly. As the waters lifted restlessly, they caught the light of the moon. An iridescence tipped each wave and sparkled and glowed, woven through the green. On the crest of the highest wave, a starry glimmer danced in and out of the foam. The trail of light which followed it was Darling’s hair—immortalized. And when we go out at night, and our. dipped oar seems to stir up a fairy castle in the phosphorous, it may be Darling’s new home; it may be Gogonar’s; but at any rate it is the marsh fairies.’ LAURA TRULL, ’13.

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My Dash for Lite , pi AVE I ever been in peril of my life? Aye, — only. It was one summer when I was a toothless six-year- that I have. Onee old, enjoying my first delicious visit on a farm and the ‘‘yellow peril’’ that endangered me was, what do you suppose—a monstrous Buff Cochin rooster, Scrapper by name. Serapper was the most disagreeable fowl | have ever known. He seemed to have a grudge against every living creature and he was always ready and willing, nay, eager, to make anyone he met, aware of his feelings toward them. His whole ambition seemed to make his fellow creatures muiser- able and be it said to his credit that he was usually successful in achieving this noble aim. And it’s no wonder people were afraid of him with that huge bulk and those sharp weapons, his beak and claws. Whenever he got out of his pen, the cats and dogs disappeared ; the chickens cackled in fright and scurried away; and every woman and child out doors made a dash for the house. Oh. how I hated that rooster! I had suffered the indignity of being chased by him several times and in revenge I would go out and stand in front of his pen and tease him until he hated me almost as much as I hated him and whenever I came in sight he almost had hysterics. One morning I arose very early, before anyone else in the household except Tillie, the maid, was up and went out, as was my daily custom, to dig up the seeds in my garden to see if they had sprouted. I had just stooped over, when right behind me | heard a ferocious ‘‘eawk.’’ Frightened out of my senses I swung around to see old Scrapper bearing upon me at full tilt, revenge and hate gleaming in his eyes. I didn’t try to collect my wits, but with a shriek I started for the house and Scrapper came fol- lowing after. My only thought was to get as far away from Scrap- per as possible while his idea was to get as near me as possible. He was over half as tall as I, and I knew that if he once reached me he might knock me down and I believed he was fully capable of tearing me to pieces. By the time I reached the house, Scrapper had gained on me so that I did not dare stop a second to open the door. There was nothing to do but to keep travelling. I ran blindly on swaying close to the wall till I had reached my highest speed, but even that left me only a few feet out of his reach. Oh, how frightened I was! That rooster was as terrible to me then as a man eating tiger loose on Macdonald Avenue would be to you. Serapper was gaining but on I tore around the house. Now that Sy Cone Seem “douh lost are eithe ‘uy hous Shall