South Pasadena High School - Copa de Oro Yearbook (South Pasadena, CA)

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O Fy A Is O R O knew that girl to get caught at any of her pranks yet,” and Nell walked slowly to her room. ‘ : ; : That evening, the two girls were dis- cussing the events of the day. “I know very well that the faculty, and especially Professor Perm, suspected me,” said Mar- jorie, “but since I am a woman they will give me the benefit of the doubt. I surely am going to be nice to that poor Freshman.” A SECLUDED CANYON TI BE RT HA W. ALL Ker aR iz All is still! The only sound that breaks the solitude is the tinkle of the tiny brook wending its merry course over moss grown stones, and the whisper of the flowers as they brush past each other in the crooning winds. Pines, long standing, have reached a sum- mit to the skies, and in their sweet, hushed solemnity, pause each morning to receive the benediction of the coming day. Be- tween the spaces of the branches, soft, white-flecked clouds are seen chasing each other over the sunny blue, and reflecting their softness in the depths of the mirror below. Farther on, the grasses quiver slightly in the breeze; then! a whir of wings, a flash of light, and a lark has soared upward to meet the sun, awakening the whole earth with his harmonies of song! It was a gloomy crowd that crossed the campus ¢f Harrisburg college after the game with the Westbury nine. There were no colors flying, no shouting was to be heard, and little Stubby Raymond, cap- tain of the team, did not even crack one joke all the way to the gym. On this day had been played the greatest game of the season. Had Harrisburg won, it would have meant the championship for three years in succession, and this meant the privilege of keeping the cup, awarded to them for winning the championship three years in succession. But the cup was lost to their worst enemies, the Westbury nine. Still the path leads ever on and soon a precipice is reached, over which the brook falls in a shining band of glory, reaches the earth below, and singing, bubbling, rip- pling, rushes along, quickly losing itself in the distance. Some blossoms, bolder than the others, swing outward over the rocks, only to be caught by the dashing spray and tossed back again and again, brushing the other flowers with their dewy freshness, and causing the whole place to seem brighter for their boldness. The day wanes, and soon is past. It seems as though the very brook ceases its singing and at Nature’s command relapses into a state of rest! The tall pines sing to each other crooning lullabys, the darkness falls—and all again is still! BR eA Ger Oma N i elas Mie Saturday evening, one week after this, Stubby Raymond sat in his room, reading. The door opened, and a servant stepped in and informed him that Dick Johns, who was manager of the team, wished to see Stubby in Dick’s room. Stub put on his coat and obeyed the summons, knowing Dick had something important to tell him or he would not have broken into his even- ing’s study. “Well, what can I-do for your royal high- ness?” asked Stub on entering. “You must think I’m made to shag around and do your bidding.” Dick seemed to be in deep thought, and,

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; those gentlemen again or not, but |] sin- cerely hope he didn't.” “What are you going to do?” asked Marie Whitmore. “I can assure you that I am going to keep ‘mum’ until I am compelled to do otherwise. I think it would be a safe plan for us to disperse now. Keep your ears and eyes open for new developments, will you?” “We certainly shall and if you come out of this scrape safely, I'll think you will be able to dare almost anything,” said Helen Halcom. The following afternoon, Marjorie con- fided to some of the girls that she was positive that Professor Perm suspected something. True it was that he had suspicions, for that very afternoon he had a conference with his companions of that night. “Do you fellows take any stock in that Freshman, Jack Sprat, or Sprague, or whatever it is?” “We haven't thought so very much about it, except that we have been keeping a look-out to see if we could find him. What made you ask us? questioned one of the boys. “Well, to tell the truth, I don’t believe there is such a person.” His words fell like a thunderbolt. ‘Don’t think there is such a person? But we saw him,” burst from the three. “Yes, but it was a very pale moon that aided your sight.” “So you think it was some one dis- guised?” “Yes, I think it was some one disguised, and, what's more, I think it was a girl.” “Whew!” “IT leave you to pick out the girl. I am going to call a meeting of the men to- morrow to make sure and—but there goes the bell. I have a clase this very hour.’ “say, fellows, I’ll bet it was Marjorie Wilson if it was anyone and it was her brother, too, you know. My, this is going to prove interesting. So long, until the grand finale tomorrow.” The next morning, Marjorie awoke rather 14 lream last night “Nell, I had and while it was funny, fe was foreboding. depressed. [ dreamt that I was dressed in that Jack Sprat costume and was being chased all around the campus by the faculty, Professor Perm in the lead. He had a long fork with a great piece of fat on it and he was going to compel me to eat it. They were gaining on me and just before the Professor caught me, I woke up.” “Now, don’t you worry. You always did have a knack for escaping penalties and you surely will this time.’ “Hope so, but I have a feeling. Not so very late in the morning, one of the girls rushed up to Marjorie and dragged her to the bulletin board. There, in great letters, was the following: “All men are requested to meet at the “Dorm” at seven prompt.” “There, now, I told Nell that something Was going to happen, but I am not going to confess until I have to, that’s certain.” The girls were greatly excited. Marjorie alone seemed calm. But in the early after- noon when the girls had gathered for a talk, Marjorie rushed upon them, flushed and triumphant, and sank into a. chair. “There’s a new Fres hman come,” she fairly shouted the words, “and his name is John and he has a sissy voice and he knows H:; ru “Now, my dear child, get your breath and calm yourself and then tet us all about it,” put in Nell. “Well, I was passing the Dean’s office and I saw a strange young man there, so I eavesdropped. He is a Freshman and his first name is John. Jack is the nickname of John, isn’t it? His last name is cert: uinly German and might be mistaken for Sprat He has what might be called a Sissy voice and the best thing of all, he knows Hal! The faculty certainly suspected me, for the Dean suddenly asked him if he were acquainted with Hal Wilson. |] waited to ie his answer and then rushed for here. I only hope he goes to that mee ting tonight. There goes the bell for my Latin. See you later. “Well, did you ever hear anything lilce it? That surely was providential. I never

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C O P A E O R O eee motioning to a chair, said, “Hear about the game?” “No, what game?” asked Stubby. “The Westburys had it hung on to them today by that team that just entered the league this season. I think they blow from Wilmington.” “That’s good. Rather see them have the championship than the Westies. But what of that? That’s not so much to disturb a fellow for.” “No, but I have an idea, and—” “Really! An idea! Let’s have it quick,” interrupted Stubby, producing paper and pencil. “Don't get sarcastic, but iet a man have the floor. ‘There’s a rumor that we have a pitcher in school. You know that big fellow that entered school a couple of months back? He’s the chap. Been a Freshman four years, and got canned up north for raising a rough-house in the Physical Gig Lab. Mitchell's a good pitcher, but last Saturday he got so rattled in the ninth in- ning that he threw away the game. Now, here is my idea: ‘This pitcher, Benson by name, can play in no league games until a week from Saturday, as he has to be in school here ten weeks. Next Saturday we play Wilmington, and he will then have been here only nine weeks. Aren't you able to make it rain or snow, or can’t you devise some scheme for postponing that game until a week from Saturday? ‘Then we will have a chance to win, and if we beat Wilmington, we will have another whack at Westbury. Of course, I don’t know what kind of a pitc her Benson is, but we will find out Mon- day night. It is my plan to put him in the box when we play the Preps then in the practice game.” “Happy thought,” said Stubby, “but I don’t know of any way to make rain or snow or postpone that game. Probably we'll have luck. But say, Dick, how did you find out about this Benson?” “T have a little friend among the Freshies, and he has a cousin in the school from which Benson came. ‘This cousin writes, in every letter, praises of Benson's pitching, and my young friend tells me about it. Kind of nice to have friends among the Freshmen.” A timid knock was heard on the door, and a Freshman poked his head in and asked if he might enter. “‘No,” said Stubby, “this is no kindergarten.” “Yes, you may,’ said Dick, explaining to Stub that this was the youthful collegiate; was his friend of whom they had just been speaking. All three had a pleasant chat until bedtime, when Stubby Raymond and the Fresh betook themselves to their own rooms. The following Monday, in the practice game with the Preps, Benson was put in the box to try out for pitcher, and he made good. Mitchell now took a back seat, and Benson was the hero of the college. He and Stubby were constant companions, only leaving each other’s presence when they were compelled to. A queer looking pair they made, Benson towering a head or more above Stub, but fairly worshiping him. On Friday, the prayed for rain came, and the game was postponed until a week from Saturday. “Play ball!” said the umpire, and Benson pitched one straight over the plate. ‘The batter hit the ball to the short-stop, who threw him out at first. Harrisburg rooters cheered until it seemed as if their lung's would break. On the bleachers opposite the Harrisburg rooters, the Wilmington sup- porters were very meek. ‘he second man at bat got a hit over short-stop, and the attitude of the rooters was reversed. At the end of the first inning the score was 1 to O, in favor of Wilmington, and remained the same until the eighth inning, when Harris- burg tied the score. Both sides of rooters now redoubled their cheers, and, at the be- ginning of the last half of the ninth, the Harrisburg end of the bleachers was a mass of banners, hats, handkerchiefs and neckties flying in the air, Benson having fanned three men in succession. Stubby Raymond ran over to Benson and slapped him on the back, grabbed one leg and bade little Percy Studious do the same to the other. Percy dropped his books, which he usually carried with him, and did Stub’s bidding, and to- gether they carried him to the bench. ’‘I'wo men now were up who fanned. ‘What’s the use of making a ten-inning game of