Amador County High School - Skip Yearbook (Sutter Creek, CA)

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ly-four These Spinsters Sarah Jane Anne, my maiden aunt In love did fall with Mr. Grant And nightly prayed that he'd propose, So each day dressed in Sunday clothes. One rainy night he paid a call So all us kids parked in the hall, 4 And thru the keyhole each would peekg We'd laugh and laugh at my aunt's sheik. They sat upon the davenport, Close side by side, one tall, one short. Then presently we heard him say, Will you be my bride in May? We received the greatest shock To hear my aunt say, Well, why not? Then all us kids at once agreed 'Tis sure some life these Spinsters lead. -Alice Thomas, 727 Miss Mary Lee A very ine lady has just come to town, The finest you ever did see, Decked out in bright jewels and gay silken gown- They say she is Miss Mary Lee. Upon the wide ocean, for many a day, She sailed in a gallant large ship, And though she was such a long time on the way She never grew tired of it. Her waist is cut bias, her hair is cut straightg Her plaid skirts are up to her kneesg She's always the same, be it early or late, She's as pretty,-as pretty can be. Her lips, they are red as the rose at our gate, She's a girl men like,-but women all hate. -Ruby Canvin, '28

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So your son Henry has gone to Weepah to try and stake out some claims, eh, Jim? spoke up Sam Higgins, also a former prospector, though he was now engaged in ranching. Yep, he has gone out to try and make his fortune there, but I doubt whether he will have much success out there, replied jim. You see, these gold rushes nowadays ain't like what they use to be, Sam. These fellows couldn't tell gold when they seen it. Why back in the 'eighties was when the real gold rushes was on. There was not a lot of that fake booming like there is nowadays. There was none of that movie stuff ini them days. We didn't know what a movie was. I'll tell yuh, Sam, when I made my strike in Calaveras, near the little mining town of Angels Camp, times were much different. H Them was the days when everything was wide open, and men fought, gambled and drank heavily. This was when Mark Twain, the writer, was up in this here region. I got this scar on my right hand in that there place. My partner joe Anderson and I were prospecting near Angels then. It happened that one day in June we rode into town to git supplies. Of course the lirst place we visited was the saloon. After getting a few drinks I went to try 'my luck at cards. There were two gamblers from Frisco who were winning all the money. I was losing pretty heavy. I was down to my last few nuggets when I caught one of these fellows, cheating. I pulled out my gun and made him get up. We searched him and found a bunch of extra cards in his pockets. In the meantime this other fellow tried to escape. He had just got to the door when I seen himg I motioned for him to stop. At this he drew his gun and Hred, shooting me in the right hand. He was caught right outside of the door and brought back. The crowd was going to lynch the two crooks but a few of us proposed that we strip them of the money they had cheated us out of and drive them out of camp. So we stripped them of their gold and gave them some supplies and drove them out of camp. Well, Sam, have some more of that ginger ale-that's the best we can get since prohibition was enforced. I'll tell you, .this will serve the purpose, but I'd like to have some of that Scotch we had in the olden days just the same. -William Perovich, '28. ' w 'l'1a'v:lty lln e

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A Radio lFantasy Y brother has been experimenting with radio transmitting sets. When he started he was Enancially embarrassed to the extent that all he could afford was a Sfwatt transmitting tube. This was a great pet of his so he called it Maggie. Sometimes he ran Maggie without any voltage at all, and sometimes he would use so much voltage that Maggie would quiver and become almost exhausted with heat. Whenever she was like this, she was a queer sight to behold. One night when I was waiting patiently for Maggie to quiver, my brother decided to get a station out of the United States or tolruin Maggie in the attempt, so great was his delight when he raised a ham in China. Maggie could not enf dure the high voltage and the Chinese language so she gave a groan and went west. A My mother was beginning to get disgusted with the litter my brother made over Maggie fthis little bottlej and decided to put an end to the foolishness. She came after my brother with an uninvitingflooking switch. My brother became frightened and climbed the mast supporting his antennae with my mother close on his heels. The higher he climbed, the higher she climbed, 'til he reached the top. Unable to go farther and his distorted mind deceiving him, he looked below and thought he saw a lake. He then spread his arms gracefully, and took one of the most perfect swan dives I have ever seen. He should have known better because there isn't a lake within one hundred and fifty miles of our home. But alas, his lake proved to be only a concrete sidewalk. I rushed to him thinking he must be dead. I could even imagine I saw his soul as it Charlestoned OH: to a nearby cloud, to the twang of his lyre. A I was so frightened that I must have fainted, for the following is all I can remember. I seemed to see Maggie parked on one downy cloud while my brother was sitting peacefully on another. Maggie, cried my brother, recognizing his old bottle. Yes, it was Maggie, his first 5-watt tube. As he gazed into her pale face he must have wished they were starting all over again for he said,- Come back to me, Maggie, I'll never treat you like that again. What a thrill we had when we raised BVD in Jackson less than four miles away and what joy when we worked PDQ in Los Angeles. Then with ever increasing work on your part, together we woke LUNG in China from a sound sleep and you became a martyr. But Maggie replied, I gave my life for you willingly, but I hadn't been dead an hour before you married a '5O'watter. Maggie, come back to me and we will smash every tube in the shack. Can't you believe in me? sobbed my brother. Then she sighed, and throwing her wings about my brother she said, Yes, Lew, I believe in you but I can't go back. At your present sleepless pace it won't be long until there's another job for the undertaker. Then we will be in Ham's Paradise together, where there are no' complaining neighbors, bum ists and fading Signals-H -Henrietta Marks, '27. 7'rm'nly I