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

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Cc O P A D E O R O oo SSFSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSFFFSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS There was nothing left now but to put the old pitcher, Mitchell, in the box. In the last half of th e and tied ninth inning, the a climax. Westbury got a had There were three run score. Excitement now reached men on bases, with one out, and the score “Mitchell at bat,” went the He had reputation as a ‘sticker,’ but every one seemed to feel that Stubby came bustling around to the grand-stand was 1 to l. rounds of the Harrisburg rooters. much of a. never had the game was to be won by him. and asked Percy to start some yells. Percy strongly objected, saying he would not par- take in any of the meaningless yells. “Well, then, make some of vour own,” suggested Stub. This idea seemed greatly to please Sud- called Percy, who sat a moment thinking. denly, jumping upon his feet, he through the megaphone: “Everybody here knows what Caesar said to the people after gaining his easy victory over Pharnaces. It was ‘Veni, vidi, vici—I came, I saw, I con- quered. Everybody now, one, two, three.” I verybody supported the leader in his home made yell, and as the cheer rang out time and again, the Harrisburg team seemed to gain new life, and Mitchell, making a sacri- fice hit, scored a man. The next man up was out at first. Mitchell, in the next in- ning, was encouraged by that “Veni, vidi, vici,” and struck out two men, the other getting out on third base. Much different was the return from this game than from the one five weeks before. Westbury had gone down to disgrace, while Harrisburg had won the cup. THE SEARCH FOR LOST MOMENTS EEE MAS RSG? USER lielane: “Oh, dear, I’ve hunted for hours and I can’t find anything that looks like a golden moment!” cried Edith, and sat down upon a log to weep. “Some people are so easily discouraged,” said a tiny voice at her elbow, and, turning around, she beheld a large gray rabbit. “Well, I think you would be, too, if you had hunted all afternoon, and not only could not find them, but could not find your way out of the wood again.” “I can show you out of these woods,” answered the rabbit, “if that’s all you wish.” Bupaitise not. | I find moments first.” want to those “Then you had better come to the Fairy Queen,” returned Bunny. After motioning her to follow him, he trotted along in and out among the trees until he came to a large elm. “We will have to wait here until dark,” he said, “for the fairies do not hold their festival until then.” He scurried away to a tree near by and returned, followed by another rabbit carry- ing a basket in its mouth. Bunny told Edith to make a seat for PP OmWi kel mle herself in the tall grass and moss about the tree. He then spread the contents of the basket upon the ground. Edith was greatly surprised, for the lunch produced was per- fect. The rabbit, who had run away while she was His fur bright and shining and his white feet were eating, now returned. was spotlessly clean. He explained to Edith that they were all brushed and washed to be nice for the dance. By the time they had resumed their jour- ney, the but the white light of the moon could be seen faintly. woods were dark, soon After traveling some distance, Edith saw lights flickering here and there about an open space not far away in the forest. ‘I'he rabbit asked her to wait where she was until he had seen the Queen and told her Edith. He soon returned and told her that all was well. Upon the edge of the Fairy Court, Edith stopped. about It was in the circular opening surrounded by the high, strong trees of the forest. At one side of the court was a tiny All about its lake of the brightest water.

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Cc O P A E O R O a OE en eS ee this?” asked Stub of Benson, who was now at bat. “Why not end it now?” “Guess I might as well,” responded Benson, and, 1 baseball terms, “he leaned up against the The and the score of this game hickory for a home run.” next man at bat fanned, was 2 to 1, Harrisburg’s favor. Preparations were now in progress for the Harrisburg-W estbury game, to be played in two weeks at Westbury. “lhere’s no use talking,” said Stubby, “there will be dirty I know the Westies. “Yes, the coach, “we'll have to keep Benson’s arm play. ” agreed in shape and also train Mitchell in case we happen to need him. It’s hard to tell what might happen.” Benson’s pitching was the talk of the school, every evening at practice, ¢ and even the Freshies, came out to see his curves. It was Friday evening when Dick rushed Stubby’s dragging into room, holding, or rather Percy Studious, by his coat col- lar. Sippy was rearranging some postal cards in a rack which he had on the wall. He looked up in astonishment and asked, “What's the matter, Dick; can’t you scrape up someone larger to pick on?” “Tt’s not that, Stubby; Percy valuable information.” has some “That's no reason why you should wring his neck. Let him explain.” “It’s this way,” said Percy. “I happened to be at Westbury yesterday visiting my aunt. I thought delightful it would be to see them practice, so I strolled All the fellows talking about the new pupil. how very out to the athletic grounds. were From what I could gather, there was a new stu- dent, who was an excellent pitcher, and who is scheduled to pitch tomorrow. I asked an acquaintance if he were out on the grounds then, and he pointed out to me a tall, thin positive that | knew him, but I did not know fellow. Who was he? I was just where ‘t had been that I had made his I studied for awhile, and, He used to pitch professional ball for a small eastern league, Smith. ‘What’s name?’ I asked of a bystander. “Thomas,” he replied. ‘Of course, thought I, ‘he wouldn’t enter college under his own name acquaintance. like a flash it came to me. and his name was his . 9 if ie wished to play ball. said Stubby ; “don’t say anything about this to anyone, and we Good for you, Perc,” will have a good chance to protest that game tomorrow.” SATO save, now? promised Percy. “But may I not go I have to prepare Caesar, Geometry, and Rhetoric for Mc ymnday.” “Yes, you're excused,” said Dick. “What good luck!” said Stubby. The bleachers were packed with rooters. Freshmen, Preps, and upper classmen, school teachers, old and young, men, women, and children carried banners, pen- nants or ribbons bearing the colors of one of the opposing teams. What seemed to be the the ‘They were not giving any yells. the raised his hands for silence. He matter with Harrisburg rooters? Presently Stubby appeared before bench and gave a little speech, the purport of which was that, being without a yell leader, he would nomi- nate Percy Studious for that honored posi- tion. Everybody seemed to be in favor of this but icallv objected to yells of the order of which Percy. This studious youth rad- college yells were. Thereupon two + Sopho- mores, to show off, carried him to the stand in front of the bleachers and presented him with a megaphone. The cheering on both Just as the Stubby stepped to the sides was now about even. game was called, umpire and officials of the game and pro- When the Westbury nine saw that they were found out, they tested ‘Thomas. knew it would be better to put in their regular pitcher and possibly win, than to win and have the game protested. Everything went well until the eighth in- ning, when the score was 1 to 0, Harris- burg’s favor. Benson came to bat and hit the ball to short-stop, who threw it high to the first baseman. Anyone could see that it had been pre-a The first base- caught it, arranged. man made a jump for the ball, and came down on Benson’s foot with all his might, spiking him so severely that he could scarcely walk. Harrisburg rooters could scarcely be restrained from being violent, for every one was angry at having lost by foul play their best player

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G O P A E O R O Ne) te eB shore, the pretty, vain flowers nodded at their bright reflections in this smooth, nat- ural mirror. Near the lake sat the Fairy Queen in a chair formed by the roots of the high, proud oak. Around her sat her courtiers dressed in their most festive gowns. Not only fairies were there, but all the small animals of the forest had come. At one side sat the orchestra—the grass- hoppers, who were the fiddlers; the crickets and frogs, who were the singers, and the blue-bells, who chimed in now and then with their silver tinkle. Bunny led Edith forward and, bowing low, presented her to the Queen. The voice of the Queen, as she answered Edith, reminded her of the bubbling of water, the faint ringing of bells, and the murmur of leaves as the wind stirs them. She felt quieted at once and all the daze and fear left her. The Queen asked Edith her errand and, upon being told, said: “My dear, I have no doubt that you will find what you seek in the Land of the Lost Moments. But, although I should greatly rejoice in doing so, I cannot help you find them, for I have no power in that land. It is ruled by the Imps in the underground world and they are very disagreeable about giving up any- thing in their power. The most I can do is to see that you safely reach the entrance of their land, for while you are there, my help would not aid you in gaining what you seek.” ‘The Queen then led Edith to the lake and called softly. A large, black fish came to the top. “You are to take this child to the entrance of the Dwarfs’ Land,” she told it. She then threw a huge black cloak about the girl. “Keep this well about you and your journey through the water will be a safe one,” she said, and bade Edith good- bye. Down, down went Edith, keeping tight hold of the strings in the fish’s mouth. At last she felt the fish stop and heard it tell her to throw off the coat. She did so and found herself in a tunnel under the ground. She walked along until the tunnel widened and she entered another portion, where everything was beautiful. Colored lights flashed everywhere and the walls were carved in gold and silver set with precious stones. Near the end of the tunnel, she met a most hideous dwarf. Edith was greatly frightened when he asked her what she wanted and she stammered that she wanted to find the king of the Land of the Lost Moments. He asked what her errand was and when it had been told, said: “Well, you won't get it, but I suppose I must take you to the king.” He led her through the widening passage and past other dwarfs who were almost as hideous as her guide. They were all digging for gold and precious stones. At last the passage stopped and they were at the edge of an underground city. Every- thing was shining and bright. Each dwarf had a tiny hut of his own and all sur- rounded the royal palace, which was built of gold and silver. The sun did not reach this underground city, so bright lights were hung everywhere. “You will not be taken to visit the king for some time,” the dwarf told her, “so I shall have to take you to a hut where you will stay while I go to the king.” As he said this, they stopped in front of one of the huts which the dwarf bade her enter. ‘The hut contained one small room in which was a table, a bed of straw, a low stool, and in the corner, a cupboard. A tall candle afforded the only light. Although bare, the room and its contents were very clean and orderly. The dwarf brought a cup of milk, a loaf of coarse brown bread, and a small comb of honey, which he placed upon the table. He seemed so cross and grumbled so much that Edith told him he need not bring her anything, but he merely glared at her and left the hut. While Edith was seated at the table, much discouraged and unhappy, a bee flew into the hut and settled himself on the