University High School - Cub Yearbook (Oakland, CA)

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A Mountain Stream Down from the mountain the stream comes rushing, Then as it turns, still whirling and twirling, Dashing and splashing the rocky shore, Suddenly it descends with a mighty roarg Never ceasing, but always advancing, Finally,-grumbling, rumbling, and tumbling Into a lake, resounding long, Plunges the stream still roaring its song. TED VVRIGHT, june '19, The Toilers and He That Reviled VVith Apologies to Froissart. ND it came to pass that the fifteenth day of the month of November in the year nineteen hundred and sixteen was declared as Labor Day for the land, and the Chief Pharisee spaketh unto the multitude saying, Give ye unto me, volunteers for the Clean-up Committee and these were given unto him. And upon arrival of the glorious day the citizens began to labor in the cities, the walls whereof were cleaned until they shone with unusual lustre. All litter that cluttered up the highways was gathered up and each citizen took it upon himself to sweep out his dwelling, unearthing many valuable manuscripts and stiles by so doing. And it so happened that after mid-day, the multitude was divided, and those who deemed themselves pure like the summer heavens collected papers, apple- cores, and bits of sun-dried piecrust in the suburbs, and consumed them with Fire while those who held themselves as unstained as the morning sun proceeded to the ancient battlefield out side the cities, and gathering together its battered arms Qhockey sticksj carried them off in metalic chariots. And all this time the other Pharisees and women stood 'round about and judged the several multitude as they strove to purify their land. And when the toilers were allowed to toil no longer, they came .back into the cities pro-ud of their labors. Then the high priests, who had remained all this while in idleness, held a council, and awarded the victory to those who held themselves as unstained as the morning sun, saying unto them, The purpose of both sides has been ful- filled to its farthest extent, but the zeal of the Gods has surpassed that of the Blues.

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E1 jornado Del Muerto HREF, of us, Pringle, Fay, and myself, started for the west. Pringle, a native of what is now New Mexico, gave us some valuable hints. Accord- ing to him, our shortest path lay through a narrow valley, half desert, but with a few shallow lakes here and there. As we approached this valley, Pringle became more and more morose, starting at every unaccustomed sound. At camp that night, he wasn't himself, but would not enlighten us. Suddenly Fay laughed out loud, I know what's eating you, he said, It's that Indian legend. I pressed Fay for it, but he only laughed and said he' would explain when he wasn't so tired. Then he turned in. I was following him, when Pringle sprang up with a short cry. His face was fairly ashen, his eyes glared and his breath came in gasps. Now I knew Pringle, and he wasn't a man to quail at danger. I-Ie stood for a while listening, and then turned for his blankets. I guess I'll hit the hay again, he remarked apologetically. As I rolled myself up he added, By the way, Kennon, you didn't hear any- thing tonight, did you?', I shook my head. XN'ell, that's good. I guess I was mistaken. I was tired, and after pondering the matter over for a while, I dropped asleep, secure in the thought that nothing could harm us here. I don't know how long I'd slept, or what woke me up. I Came to with a start and heard the saddest sound there is, the sound of a man sobbing. I sat up and looked around. The moon was setting and the tire was low. I threw a branch on and turned to Pringle. I-Ie was lying on his face, his frame convulsed with sobs. As I turned to him, I heard a rushing of air, and yet didnit feel it. The tire crackled and cddied under the strange draft, and yet no sand was stirring! Pringle sprang to his feet, and, with a cry, shook the blankets from him, and disappeared into the dark. The next moment I heard the loud whistle of a horse, the whirlwind of galloping hoofs, and then, as if from a distance. came Pringle's voice, rapidly growing fainter. This tier-y sp-ee-ewdl l'm hur-n-ing! Oh !-oh! This fiery sp-e-e-d I I7ay!i' I yelled, For God's sake, Fay, wake up! Faylu He staggered out in time to hear Pringle's dying words and the mad gallop of hoofs. I seized my rifle and, lighting a branch of mesquite in the tire, ran to the spot where Pringle had disappeared. Pay grabbed his gun and followed me. There in the sand were the footprints of a huge horse. I stood staring dumbly at them, but Fay grabbed a canteen and started for the horses. I turned to follow him, and a shout soon brought me to the first horse, writhing as if in pain, foaming at the mouth, and his eyes glaring. As Fay dropped to the ground to examine him, the horse expired with a linal convulsion. Wle ran to the others. They were already dead.

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And then up spaketh one of the multitude who had labored not, Nay, sirs, ye err, for the labor of these dogs has been to no purpose. I fell and dirtied my garments even as my friend that tripped yesterday before these dogs had scattered the dust before their brooms and laden the air with dangerous microbes. Yea, our land is still filthy in the suburbs. Therefore the Golds looked at the Blues, and the Blues stared at the Golds, and great melancholy fell upon the multitude. Then straightway spake the chief saying, Let the reviler hang from the walls of our city by his worthless neck. And there was forthwith exceeding rejoicing and many of the multitude offered to undertake the task. LAKE GILL, june '18 MIM, pu' 1 I , i I . ,ll . , ,f', .i',iU' yr' ' 1 H!! G :Will I' ,- Milli-ll Il' 11.-lliIliri'lliii'lli-u ll. l t 1!f, ,. l'f'iir3g.l'?:'ip'iz'2ll.,r . ,Ilya I q A i-ffm-l ig'g,l:'Qw31..y l'l 'i lllf I' lllpfl' It +Il'll'lZlffAf9li'i'l, 'lf wi his lwil,Jl'4'v QQ 4 1-ill'l! jQllll HI, Plaiilill Wk.,-1 ,PF xg yi I I Q A 1 5 ' I xl EEiI,! Z - - 1-5. 13322 - Q