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

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Play the Game When the other side is winning, And the stuff is going wrong, And no matter how you battle There's no chance of going strong, Don't start to crab your fellows, Don't be the one to blame, just grit your teeth and buckle down, And fellows-Play the Game. When you just can't seem to rally, And can't overcome their lead, When the man who sprained his ankle Is just the one you need, When the good old bunch seems beaten And the team is stiff and lame, just call a cheerful word or two And fellows--Play the Game. When you see there is a chance to cheat, And no one would ever know, Remember, fellows, your team plays clean, So play the game and let it go, When you feel like lying down Though it brings your old school shame, Remember, fellows, it's when you're losing That you have to-Play the Game. Then when the show is over, And the other bunch has won, And all your dreams are shattered, And you feel your day is done, You don't feel very cheerful, But fellows, just the same, It doesn't hurt onefhalf so much If you know you've-Played the Game. -Ronald Cox, '28 Tw tg c

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A Party at Home NE Friday night as I closed my Chemistry book there was a longing in my heart to go somewhere, just where I did not know. So I sat staring at the blank wall. The door opened and my mother came in with an invitation to a party. I was glad to get this invitation even if it had been delayed. I slipped into my mother's room and after dressing and kissing her goodnight I hurried down the hall. This sofcalled party was just a few doors away. When I rang the doorfbell of Mrs. Bedroom's house, her step-children Bert and Bertha Pillow came forward and ushered me in. Nearly all the guests had arrived but they had not started to play any games. Mr. Bolster was busy talking to Miss Chair. Miss Looking Glass told me very frankly just how I looked. She always tells everyone that even notices her, just how he looks and never exaggerates anything. Mr. Mattress and Mr. Springs were talking to the twin sisters, Cora and Dora Sheet, about the last election. When I entered, the twins smiled and offered me a seat between them, and though they were quite cool at first they soon became very sociable. Mr. Comforter and Miss Blanket were telling of their experience as teachers. Miss Spread seemed to be the most attractive person at the party. She wore a silk crepe dress with blue and white stripes. Soon after I entered this circle of close friends I felt very comfortable. We played several games such as Turning, Kick, and Sawing Wood. ' After playing all of these games we took a trip to Dream Land and there we saw many Goblins and Fairies. -Iva G. Murphy, '27. The Rose and the Song For every rose of love men glean, In country lane or crowded street, Another rose, unsought, unseen, Ungathered, dies in its retreat. For every song the ages mold, In mellow notes and harmony, Another song of purest gold, Is lost as treasures in deep sea. But are they lost--the rose, the song, .That lived and died, themselves unknown, Can loveliness be had for long, Or death forget to keep its own? No, Father Time makes up the years, 'Til life finds perfect equipoise, And all the sadness of love's tears, Are lost in gladness of love's joys. -Frances Benedetti, '27, f 'ulv-vlgllt 'l

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