University High School - Cub Yearbook (Oakland, CA)

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IQEVEIQIE HE CIIILTERN Hills lie low and green Against the azure skyg The silver Thames flows on se1'ene VV here soft the rushes sigh, And all the open fields between In placid sunshine lie. The cliffs of Sheerness rise up tall, Out of the surging sea. The circling sea gulls scream and call, And the salt wind blows free. The watermen at VVappiug Stairs Serenely sit and wait for 'cfaresf' While past them in an endless row The schooners, skiffs, and barges go. The Shropshire sun benignly shines O-n meadow, field, and brook. How do I know these things are so? I read them in a book. GECJIIGE S XVARTII . WIITFULN Eff OURNFUL puppy sitting there VVith soulful eyes and drooping ears, Your dirty, ragged, yellow coat Not one lone trace of pedigree can spell. Yet, far beneath the scrawny surface, A loyal one-man heart is beating, VVaiting, watchin g, hoping f or a chance To show its worth- - - if only One small likewise pedigreeless boy VVould come and lay a dirty hand On your wistful, dusty little head. Hixicitinr BAKER

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Here, read this l She took the paper and read Wonderingly. Construction superintendent found a lion under station house unsafe rush men at once Inspector Iolavillef' There was an appalled silence in the room, While the superin- tendent tore feebly at the discouraged-looking fringe to which he familiarly referred as his hair. as at at ve The inspector stood on the station platform, giving final in- structions to the station agent, when a locomotive puffed up with a circus cage in tow. The inspector gazed at it with amazement as a half dozen men with ropes and poles eme1'ged. 'CVVhat's this, a circus?,' he asked. Guess so, sir,', replied one of the men grinning. VVhere is it? Under there?7' 'CY ou haven't had a sunstroke or anything, have you? asked the inspector. '4Sunstroke? No, sir. VVe've come for the lion. ltlay we get it now? 4'Lion? VV hat lion? asked the inspector with astonishment. f'The lion under the station house, sir. The one you wired about I never Wired about a lion under the station. There isn't any lion under the station housef, c'Begging your pa1'don, sir, but you did. I have a copy here of the message you sent? Well, so have I, said the inspector heatedly. And there's nothing about a lion in it, either V' 'cVVell listen to this, sir. 'Found a lion under station house un- safe rush men at once.'7' Let me see that. He regarded it amazedly for a moment. Then a great light b1'0kC. Very prettyf, he said, but they made an error of one letter. One letter, sir? Y es. H61'C,S what I sentf' And selecting a paper from a packet in his pocket, he handed it to the man, who read, Foundation under station house unsafe rush men at oncef, GEORGE SWARTH 277

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