University High School - Cub Yearbook (Oakland, CA)

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San Carlos De Carmelo A vale close by the ocean Opens out on Carmel Bay, NYhere white sands meet the water And gleam 'neath the sun's bright ray. The calm, blue waters stretching To Lobus' rugged height, Relieet its fieece-crowned mountain As Crystal mirrors might. The peaks that skirt the valley. Are rocky, rough, and steep, Like great and hoary guardians Their silent watch they keep. In this vale, close by the ocean, Where all is now a dream, 'Miclst Helds of rippling grasses, A Mission reigns supreme. San Carlos de Carmelo, 'Twas called in Clays gone by, So named by Spanish Fathers XVho 'neath its altar lie. The wall and time-worn buttress, Now falling in decay, Gnce shadowed Indian warriors And festive Spaniards gay. The lonely bell in the belfry, So silent now and sad, Recalls old times at the Mission, Xifhen its peal was always glad. It sees again the Indians XVl1o came from far and near, XVhen sounded its clear-toned ringing, The Fathers' words to hear. The cloister walls have crumbled, The stairways, dropt apart, And yet, this spot, still hallowed, Is dear to every heart. MARION BRANDT, December 'IS

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Here you are, Mrs. Brown. Not a word now, he added warningly as she started to thank him. I think we'll he goin' now, jim. He started for the door, followed by his companion. Suddenly he turned. Uh, by the way, Mrs. Brown, when's your man comin'?', About half-past ten.'l X'Vell, good-bye, and thanks for the breakfast. God bless you ! breathed Mrs. Brown fervently. Wlhen they were seated on the wagon once more, jim turned to him. cr cf XfVell, you'1'e a nice one! he spluttered. f'VVhat's the matter? Turnin' friend 0' the poor? Half of that money's mine and you'll have to pay me. I did as much o' that job as you, Jess James, and if it hadn't been for me the watchman would a' seen us, an' you'd be behind the bars this minute. lt's all right, jim. Don't get excited, said the other eooly. Oh, yes it's all right. But where's my two hundred ? Jess made no reply, but took out his watch and looked at it. Twenty-five after, he said. XVe'll have to turn in here. He jerked the reins sharply and the horse turned to the left and pulled them through an open- ing in the bushes that lined the road. XVhoa, there! shouted Here's where we stop, jim. Now get down and make it quick. Got everything ready? I'll tie the horsef, A few moments later the grasping Mr. Atkins took his leisurely way down the road. He had just left the little farmhouse, and he was rustling the mort- gage-money in his pocket. At a turn in the road two masked men sprang out, knocked him senseless, and relieved him of all his valuables. Hours later the james boys were seated in the back room of a small saloon in the next state, whither they had fled that morning. Jess sighed contendedly. I call that a pretty good clay's work, jim, he said. XfVe got a hundred dollars' interest on our loan. HELEN SCHMIDT, '18 We , l

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