University High School - Cub Yearbook (Oakland, CA)

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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

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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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King George and Merry England CC ALT, who goes there! The wind whispered soft tales of long ago through the trees of the ancient forest. A khaki-clad figure standing in the darkness grasped his rifle more tightly, and repeated the command. A crackling in some near-by thicket was the only answer. . God, he murmured, Ain't it 'bout time the patrol was comin'? Then aloud, Come out o' there! No reply. The moon, running swiftly through the sky, disappeared behind a cloud, and all was thrown into darkness. Now and then, as if to break the awful monotony, a shell would shriek in the distance. Suddenly, as if moved by that animal instinct which tells the wild beast that the hunter is near, the man whirled around, but too late. Hands were brusquely laid on his shoulders, and he was borne to the ground. As he looked up, he saw the helmeted figures of the Germans. Rough hands picked him up, and a stout, red-faced lieutenant spoke to him in broken English. Be quiet, und notting to you vill happen. Leaving behind them a small band to guard the prisoner, the company advanced on the English camp. As he sat there among his guards, it all dawned upon him. They would attack the camp when all of his comrades were asleep, and from the rear! He was the only person who knew of it, and yet, what could he do? He was unbound, but six rifles pointed tow'ards him. It made the blood boil in his veins. 'iXVas there no way to let them know? , the thought, and racked his worried brain for some scheme. Suddenly he straightened up. Look! , he cried, pointing into the dark-ness. The men started up and looked away. After such a silence this one word startled them, though they could not understand it. As he spoke the word, the captive wrenched the gun from the hands of one of his captors, turned, and fled. Gott! Halt! cried the astonished men. Then five rifles spoke, illuminat- ing for a moment the blackness. The moon came silently from its hiding-place, and beaming through the trees, revealed the swaying figure of the Britisher. XVith the last strength of a dying man, he drew himself up to attention and gasped, King George and England! God! l'm gone ! Then he fell heavily to the ground. The bullets had hit their mark. The pale moon cast a silvery gleam on the dead man's smiling face, and in the distance the blare of bugles sounded the attack. The British had not been surprised, for the shots which had killed Private O'Connell had warned the camp. The man was happy in death, for had not he saved his comrades? NVhat better death could a soldier ask for? The moon lost itself in the scurrying clouds, and the corpse was shrouded in blackness. Through the trees the wind murmured a dirge to the dead, the owl gave his doleful cry, the sound of gun fire came through the night, a last salute to the dead, and then, silence! EDXYARD RICHARDSON, December '17,