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

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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

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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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Momls Birthday OBBIE sat looking thoughtfully at the calendar. Gosh, only two more weeks until school! Why it's the eleventh already-the eleventh of August -now what is the eleventh anyhow? Didn't I hear of that sometime be' fore-? There is something that comes on the eleventh and-and-sure! It's Mom's birthday! Today is Mom's birthday! Five minutes later Bobbie was still perplexed but the problem was a new one. What can I give her? Let me see now. She has candy and everything she needs in the house. All of a sudden Bobbie broke out of his deep thought and leaped into the air-'Tve got it! Sure enough. She always did want one! A stand for her fern, just the thing. He was going to give her just the thing she wanted and he was going to make it himself. He ran to the old shed and began looking for material-and if he wasn't blessed! Why look at the top of that old soap box, won't that make a swell top-and there are two brooms. Why, just cut those handles in half and there you have four good legs. Things certainly are coming my way. ' Bobbie closed the door and began work. After many thumb bitings and muffled Gosh Dams he had the legs and top ready to be nailed together. Why not have a second shelf put on it? The other end of the soap box would do for it. ' As Bobbie was in the midst of his work he heard a knock on the shed door and a long drawn out Ofh! Bofbfbie! He peered out of the door- Come and play ball with us. This came from a boy Bobbie's own age. Aw beat it, can't you see I'm busy? hotly retorted Bobbie and at this he slammed the door in the bewildered boy's face. At last Bobbie's project was finished and he backed off a few yards to survey it. To Bobbie it looked magnificent-because-he had made it What he saw was: four legs, no two of which were the same length, and a square top across which stared Crystal White Soap. It stood about two feet high. The second shelf about one foot from the ground could not be called level, in fact it would takc growing moss to stay on it. Gee, it sure is swell-won't Mom be pleased? just then Bobbie heard foot- steps on the walk outside. He quickly picked up the stand and put it behind the coal bin. Bobbie, what on earth are you doing in here? Turning he saw his mother. - Oh-well-oh, nothing. just looking around for some of my old balls in here. Guess I'll go up to the house. . Bobbie ran into the parlor and started reading a book. Soon he heard his mother moving around in the house and decided he would sneak out through the kitchen. Here he paused momentarily-his eyes fell upon one object in the room, the woodbox. Bobbie blinked and gulped for there he saw four round sticks that were once broom handles, and two flat boards. On one of these he read in glaring letters- CRYSTAL WHITE SOAP. -Douglas Cavagnaro, '28, I unty-