Selma Union High School - Magnet Yearbook (Selma, CA)

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Peg Comes Through Peg was in her own room packing her trunk for school. She was going to Solone College. Her mother had been helping her all morning, but she had gone down to see to the dinner, and Peg was trying to decide whether to put in her tennis racket-the one bearing the tiny brass plate, Peg Jones, High School Champion, 1928. She was proud of her tennis, and already saw herself winning a place on the Solone team. She was counting on her game to give her a start among all those strange girls. A week later the Solone courts were crowded and surrounded by a laughing crowd. Most of the new girls were there, trying out. The play-off for' the team would begin next week. Margaret Hollister was there, playing Peg. Peg had heard several people say that Margaret was nice, but a dub at tennis, and at the end of the game she had known that she ought to win easily. But she was terribly nervous. She felt so strange, and she felt that she could not bear it if she did not make a good impression now. Tennis was one thing she could do. It seemed that she couldn't do it today. She was playing very badly. She was too anxious, she knew, but she could not help it. With the end of the seventh game Peg awoke to the fact that Margaret had beaten her so far, five: to two. She pulled herself together sharply, made up her mind to change things, put on speed-and served doubles three times. Over on the sidelines she heard Jeannette, her roommate's laugh. She had rashly told Jeannette she meant to try for the team! Her fingers seemed all thumbs. She made a rally for the next point, but missed a stroke at the last. The set was Margaret's. Peg had never been beaten so badly. You funny thing, laughed Jeannette, as they walked up from the courts. Do you really think you'll make the team? Oh, no-I'm not even going to try for it, disclaimed Peg hastily. That was a foolish thing for me to say. I'm having a tea-party in our room tomorrow afternoon, remarked Jeannette. It,s Saturday and I got permission. I hope Dod Wiley comes in time. , Tell me about Dod Wiley. l 1 Oh, surely you've heard of her, giggled Jeannette. She's--well she's just Dod XViley. She's pretty and wears beautiful clothes. She talks French and has spent two summers in Europeg thatis why she's late in coming. Shefs the most popular girl in school. She has the nicest room in the building and the girls just ache to room with her, but so far she has roomed alone. And she's a perfect marvel at tennis! Peg sighed. Wonderful to be like that! She had been hearing about Dod ever since she came to school. She longed to see her. Next day the party was in full swing by five o'clock. The girls were crowded amiably into Peg and Jeannette's room, and the talk buzzed gaily above the electric plate. Peg still felt awkward and strange. She was not one of these girls, they watched her with amusement. Suddenly Jeannette spoke across to Pearl Wilcox. Is it true that Mary is leaving next week? Have you a new room-mate yet? Pearl shook her head. Well, may I come in with you, if Miss Raeburn is willing? You won't care, will you, Peg? Why of course, Pearl answered agreeably. Peg nodded stiffly. It's all right with me. Q Y W --.. . T s Qrrffla .Eff 1 1 ,re ' If rLL.. f ja: s H U21

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ELDEN O'KADA S.-Not pfofane. H.-Changing schools. S.-Keeping busy. San Jose and Linden High Schools 13 Peta- luma High 21 football 3 fvalley ohampb, 43 basketball 41 'lmack 3, 43 Block S 3, 4. OPAL PETERSON S.- Dearest, H.-Telling jokes. RUTH T S.- '11 good. H.-T lt easy. S. dy. ANNIE WATSON S.- Forty-love. H.-Eating. S.-Tennis. Tennis 3. F: H mu 4. ,T - ,A rm X K W LETA BAGBY S.- Huh? H.- True Story. S.-Being good. Fowler Hi 11 inter- class volleyball 3. . AN MARIE PETERSON S.-- It's gorgeous. H.-Fitting stories. S.--Fords. G. R.. ring chairman 4: operetta 2, 35 inter- class sports. DORAN LAUGHLIN S.- Vat iss? H.-Cramming. S.-Onions. FRANCIS ACKER S.- Y I know but H. etry. S.-N? r studying. 1499 . f ,J 11.11. .

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PEG COMES THROUGH-Continued That's settled then, Jeannette gave a delighted nod. Miss Raeburn will let me, I know. Peg was growing suddenly hot and hotter with anger. So this was the way Jeannette served her, when she had taken all her hints, done everything she said, sub- mitted to her giggling! Peg had more than a suspicion that some things Jeannette had put her up to for fun. Now she was going to move out without even bothering to let her know! Pardon me a minute. I'm going to try for the tennis team, and this is the last day to register. I'll have to run down and put my name on the bulletin board. She moved resolutely towards the door, but it opened. Instinctively she stepped back. A girl stood in the door-way, a pretty, fair-haired girl in a smart sports coat and hat, she had laughing blue eyes and the jolliest smile Peg had ever seen. A perfect shout went up- Dod! The newcomer laughed. Yes, I got your note, Jeannette. They sat down and talked for a long time. Dod was charmingly friendly. It was she who reminded Peg of something which she had completely forgotten in her excitement. Didn't I hear you say you were going to try for the team? she demanded. You'd better scoot down and put your name on the list. I scribbled mine as I came up. Wouldn't it be funny if we drew each other? They did not encounter each other in the earlier stages of the tournament, but Peg, encouraged and happy, and no longer nervous, returned to her usual form with a bang. She rose steadily towards the finals, and Dod, of course, won her matches as regularly. Two weeks from the day Dod returned to school found them facing each other across the net in the last set for the championship. Both, of course, would be on the team, which was composed of the six who made the best showing in the tourna- ment. Everybody in Solone was crowded tensely about the courts, from the principal down to the youngest girl in school. It was not often a new girl reached even the semi- finals, for tennis was The Game at Solone. Both girls were in excellent form, and each had one set, Peg having won hers by the narrow margin of two games. On the third set the games stood five-two in Dod's favor. 1 Dod was serving. Peg was on tip-toe-at all costs she must prevent Dod getting that sixth game. The score was thirty-all. Dod sent over a fast clean ball, then there was a satisfying smack as Peg returned it. It came smashing back, Peg sprang for it, then pulled up. No one could tell which side the ball would strike. The safe thing would have been to return it before it bounced, but Peg had an almost uncanny instinct for a near thing. There was a breathless hush, a good guess! from Dod, an audible gasp of surprise from the spectators as it struck barely inside. The next serve started a long rally-so long thad shrieks of excitement began to go up around the courts. Peg ended it, when she had almost despaired, by slicing the ball first to one side, and then the other, before Dod could recover from her stroke and change position. That exhibition of control brought a burst of applause, and Peg drew a deep breath. Five-three wasn't bad! On her own serve the score ran up to deuce very swiftly, even though she got the first two points. She paused a second as she prepared to serve again, sent a slow ball and smashed it on the return into the far corner of the court. Ad' in! The next fConcluded on Page Seventyj EF 'if 1- , 57? 'ez ei, u ni .gllikzkr 1 ing, ' :Di l i p E231