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

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€ O Re A E O R O honey. Edith drew back, for she was afraid of bees. “You need not fear me,” buzzed the bee, “for I come from the Fairy Queen. She commanded me to stay with you and help you.” This cheered Edith very much and she finished her lunch in better spirits. “T think, as long as the dwarf has not returned, that we might look about a bit,” said Busy, the bee. They peeped through the door, and, as no one was in sight, started down the path. As they neared the palace, they saw people running to and fro, while some crawled about on the ground as if hunting ror something. “You stay here and I will go ahead and see what the trouble is,” said Busy. Soon he returned and told Edith that tne king had lost his seal ring and was very angry. “In that case, I don’t think I had better meet him soon, for he is not likely to be agreeable,” replied Edith. “No, but you might hunt for the ring,” exclaimed Busy. They both hunted everywhere and were about to give up, when Edith discovered something bright, shining in the grass. “Here it is,’ she cried, and pounced upon it. “Now, I think you are likely to win what you wish,” Busy told her. No one noticed them as they entered the palace and they passed down the wide hall to where voices issued from a room near the end. Edith entered and then stopped. In the middle of the room the king paced about, now and then stopping to look into some- thing or to peer under a chair or table. He was somewhat taller than the other dwarfs, much heavier, and much uglier. His head and shoulders were out of proportion with the rest of his body. His nose was short and thick; his eyes bright and deep- set,-and his heavy, thick lips drooped, giv- ing him a cross, sullen look. He had not heard Edith enter and almost bumped into her while walking about the room. When his attention was attracted, he scowled fiercely and asked her who she was and why she was there. She told him her errand and begged him to help her. “Bah!” he growled, when she had finished, “I won’t help you, so get out of my country directly, for ’'m busy hunting for my ring.” “But, sir, | would help you find it, if you would do this,” cried Edith timidly. “Well, if my own people can’t find it, then you can't, either.” “But, I have it now,” and she opened her hand and showed him the ring. The king jumped forward to take it, but Edith told him that he must promise her the wish first. At this the king scowled but finally said, “That’s fair enough. Come on.” They passed through a door into a large room. It was of the brightest gold, but tarnished and darkened. Upon the floor sat tiny creatures much like the dwarfs, but better formed. ‘Their golden robes were dirty and tarnished and a look of loneliness and despair was upon their faces. “’These moments have been neglected and lost by the people from your world,” the king informed her, “and they are very sad and discouraged when they come here.” “Why do they come here?” questioned Edith. “Because they may never be found by mortals again.” “Then may I not have my three lost moments?” “No, for none may be returned. You must go back and use the moments as they pass, for none may come back to you. Here is another ring I will give you in exchange for mine. When you forget my warning or become discouraged, look at this.” The exchange was soon made and Edith left the king in better spirits. “Even though my journey was long, the advice given me was worth it. You may be sure I shall not let any moments escape,” said Edith to Busy, as they left the city on the return journey from the Land of the Lost Moments.

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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

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(@ O 54 A D E SCHOOL DAYS BELLE UPEAM 09 The end of school is drawing near; We'll ne’er forget these sacred halls Vacation ‘days will soon be here That echo to our yells and calls; When each of us must go his way, We'll ne’er forget our teachers true, Some happy, blithesome, care-free, gay, Nor classmates, though we bid adieu And some to weary labor. ‘To some, maybe, forever. Now, as each day we pass along May our dear class of nineteen-nine Among a happy, laughing throng, In halls of fame and valor shine; We sometimes think, with sinking heart, May each one be a brilliant star ‘hat we, the seniors, soon depart To shed its rays of light afar, From dear.o. P: Hl: S: And glorify our High School. THE RQBIN'S SONG HENRIETTA CASTLEMAN ‘09 if. IE, There was a pretty robin with a lovely A boy looked up and whistled the pretty russet vest, song of love, And he sang so quaint and queerly as he And the robin bent to listen from his leafy sat beside his nest nest above, hat little children listened to hear the glad Then joined the happy chorus till the sweet song, orchard rang with glee, And this is what he sang to them, the While the echoes heard the music and an- whole day long, swered clear and free, “Cheer up, dearie, cheer up.” “Cheer up, dearie, cheer up.” i IV. Above his head the apple blossoms, arrayed And some whose hearts were weary took in pink and white, courage at the song, Took the message and responded with a per- ‘The way was not so dreary, the path was fume of delight; not so long, And every dainty blossom seemed wide For love divine had lightened the burden awake to hear of the day, The robin gaily singing, with a voice so And each went gladly singing along a blithe and clear, shining way, “Cheer up, dearie, cheer up.” “Cheer up, dearie, cheer up.” A MONOLOGUE ESD ENGAGE EN RUE annealing (John has just returned from work, tired colic? Stop jouncing her this minute. Stop, and hungry, but seeing his wife’s tired look, I say. What? The idea, that’s all men endeavors to relieve her of baby.) know. Here, give her to me; men never - know anything when it comes to helping “John, John, don’t you know that’s not at home. the way to hold baby, when she has the “Come, lovey; come to your muddie. = a