University High School - Cub Yearbook (Oakland, CA)

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The gold in the chest appeared to stay, And man it fools to this very day, You saw the gold, but none was there, 'Twas but a trick, an illusion fair. My story is finished, and I must go, These things are true, I made them so, Few worship God, tho', in God there's light, All worship gold, for gold is Might. The lid did quiver, then suddenly rise, A light burst forth, which dazzled our eyes, Brilliant it grew, then slowly died, VVe examined the chest. lTwas empty inside. BENSON MILLA R, Dec. ,IQ 51

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In an ancient city of power and fame I-Iappy lived man with honest aim, A monk made the coffer, now so old, The city's wealth 'twas to hold. Joy was theirs, in that glad age, For love did rule like a wise old sage, They knew of gold but it mastered none, They had a god but only one. Centuries passed and years rolled by, Man was changed but he knew not why, The city fell and ruined lay, The chest was found in the ruins gray. In the modern city of greed and shame Man lives now with gold his aim, The rich own the coffer, I am toldg The poor man's wealth 'twas built to hold. Sorrow is theirs in this great age, For gold is king without a sage, It quickens the pace, increases speed, The more man gets, the more his greed. I-Iis work is to barter, steal, and plot, To seize from his brother, his brother's lotg And faster he works from hour to hour, For real seems his dream of wealth and power His body he'd sell and e'en his mind- Just to have his pocket lined, He loves the feel of heavy gold, He loves to see its even mold. Little he heeds nor seems to care If he be caught in my golden snare, Does man not know his coming fate? Does he not know my realm of hate? As for the chest, so old and worn- In the ruins 'twas found one early morn, But over this casket I threw a spell, I took the gold and used it well.

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An Unusual Punishment BIG bay horse came galloping across a held and stopped some yards from a high hedge. The hedge ran along an unfrequented road. There was a remarkably pretty girl on the horse's back. She was debating whether to jump her horse over the hedge or not. The young lady had bright brown eyes and a wealth of blond hair, her riding habit was of the same color as her horseg the harmony was perfect. There came to her ears the snap of a whip, then a crash of the shafts as a horse fell on them. Someone yelled, Git up! or I'll kill yer! Immediately the big horse bounded forward, at his gentle rider's touch of the quirt, and jumped the high hedge. The same quirt that had decended so gently on the horse's Hanks a moment before, struck the man's cheek with not the same show of gentleness behind it. I-.low can you strike a poor animal so cruelly? the young lady asked with some show of emotion in her voice. W'hy did you do it? And what is your name? I do not believe I need answer those questions, the young man answered, having recovered his composure slightly after leaping to the other side of the fallen animal. You are impertinent! I will prosecute you, the young lady said, with all her self possession gone. I was thinking of doing the same to you, he answered with 2111 exasperating smile. You brute! she exclaimed, as her horse started up the road. Her self-possession returned. The thought that she might be wrong came to her. Should she return? She checked her horse and turned him. No, she would not return, for there he stood watching her with the same exasperating smile on his face. just then he raised his hand to his cheek. He scowled, for he felt that the skin was broken and the blood was trickling from the wound. As the girl turned a be11d in the road at a swift gallop he set to work to raise the horse and mend the broken shaft. I-le handled the horse with gentleness. Had his thoughts of it changed? That night Miss Barnsby entered the dining room of the fashionable country hotel with her aunt and a girl friend. She bore no sign of her ad- venture of the afternoon but her brain was throbbing with it. She attempted to converse with her companions consistently. After a few moments a young man entered. I-Ie was tall, dark, and alto- gether a striking person. Could it be possible? Yes, there it was. The red mark diagonally across the left cheek. She forced herself into composure as she did not desire her friends to know of it. The dinner passed slowly for her. Afterwards they went to the ballroom of the hotel where dancing was in progress. Many of her friends were