Arcata High School - Advance Yearbook (Arcata, CA)

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TI-IE NCE EDITORIAL STAFF Editor-in-Chief .............. .,,,.,,. ...,...........,.. ......,,, N V I NNIFRED BARTER Business Manager ......... ...,.....,...,,., E VERETT QUEAR ASSOCIATE EDITORS Literary ........,.. ...,.w.. B EN VASSAIDE Organization ........r......... NELLIE BARNEY Assistant .....,... ......,....., V VERNA HANSIJN Debating ........ ...i.,.... CLARA NIAHONEY School Calendar Art . ....,.............................,..., .. ELEANOR Douoli ELAINE MoxoN Athletics JAMES ANDERSON Assistant .... LELSIE GRAHAM Society ....,........ ,,....,., R UTH KIMBALL joshes ...... . ,......... WM. CARROLL Exchanges ZELLA GRAHAM Assistant ....,..., LESLIE CRAGEN EDITORIAL This year of school life in the A. U. I-I. S. has been a successful one. because of the many and beneficial changes in the building, in the faculty, and in the student life. The school took one great step forward this year, for it grew one story taller. This meant a great deal to every student who knew how we needed this im- provement. The large Assembly Hall is perhaps, the most welcome addition, be- cause now we are not forced to study in the room in which a recitation is being conducted. Formerly our building was heated by stoves. which meant that it was warm only in spots. Now we enjoy a modern heating system, with all the modern fixtures. D Our faculty has been increased from three to five. a consummation long desired. Also a Commercial Course has been added to our curriculum. which is a special inducement to Grammar school graduates. who desire to fit themselves for busi- ness life. And now come the changes in Student Activity. More school feeling has en- tered into the life of every student. More interest is taken in Inter lligh School Athletics. In past years when we were victorious. which really did happen once in a while, the glory of victory was short lived. Now it is carried on through thc weeks following, and helps to pave the way for future events- The Inter lligh School Debate was boosted more this year than ever beforef-with what success? Victory! Some wonder at our good fortune, especially our rival schools. Let them cou- tinue to wonder. Show them that the A. U. H. S. is going into the lead. llut to make others interested in our school affairs, School Spirit must be kept alive. and you. O! Freshmen, Sophomores and juniors. must see that this is fixed in the mind of every incoming student forever!

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THE. OAK TREE On' a mountain top has stood for centuries past, An oak, with branches moaning to the blast, And overlooking ,dells and vernal plains Protected men from heat and Autumn rains. Beneath the bark so smooth and milky white, The woodsman seeks the heart with cruel' delight, No conscious thought has he of doing wrong, As he cuts the aged oak, so broad and strong, Around whose spreading base weak vines have clung Whose branches are with yellow mosses hung, The ivy o'er the creeping babymine With gorgeous mantle does the trunk entwine. A mass of buttercups with hands of gold Make bright the earth beneath the limbs so old, And daisies white, that fringed with dainty pink, Nod, as gradually the breezes sink. This tree, that overhangs the blushing rose, i More famous for majestic beauty grows Each year, as on the lonely mountain wild, It stands with leafy shade, dame Nature's child. In March, the meadowlark with joyous song Cheerfully helps to hurry Spring along, And spiders' silvry tents upon the grass, When filled with dew, a fairyland surpass. The leaves, that green above, and white below, Give shade, in Autumn fall before the snow- The twisted branches are with acorns crowned, Within whose walls the baby oaks are found. If beauty cannot save the oak tree bough, Some pleading words may help protect it now. Must we watch the lifted axe and not defend The one that is to us a helping friend, That cheers the world, gives peace and quiet, when we So tired rest beneath the old oak tree? Z. E. GRAHAM.

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GEORGE HASKINGS, GENTLEMAN ADVENTURER I ln Seven Pictures I . The golden October sun was shining warmly down on the dry land. The per- fume of tlowersand the scented breath of the forest lilled the air. For it was Indian summer in Humboldt, rich mellow beautiful Indian summer, and all the country was in its gala attire. A little schooner, fresh from its long voyage over the ocean, was moored at its dock at the Eureka Wharf, and was discharging passengers and cargo. Among the people crowding down the gang-plank was a tall well-built fellow, who had seen perhaps, some thirty summers. His clean-shaven well-cut face would have been attractive, had it not been for the eyes, which were very small and close-set, and were shaded by remarkably heavy eye-brows. He apparently was one of the few who had planned his distination beforehand, for without hesitation he made his way to a waiting buckboard and deposited his luggage. ,He -stood a while eying the passing crowd with shifty glances- Then he seated himself, spoke a few sharp words to his Indian driver, and was whirled away down the dusty road. II. Far up the coast in Northern Humboldt, the little Indian village of W'illiamatc was nestled. On a warm sultry afternoon an Indian maiden was seated before her Wigwam, weaving baskets. Winona the Winsome was she, the belle of Wil- liamate. Her heavy dark braids bound with beads hung over her shoulders. Her dark eyes were intent on her work. Her tiny moccasined feet peeped from be- neath the beaded fringe of her garment, and her slender brown hands worked busily among the willow twigs. Very still it Was,-not a sound, save the droning of the bees, and the chirp of the crickets. Suddenly Winona ceased working and appeared to be listening in- tently. Then, in the distance, the sharp clatter of horses hoofs rang out, and a moment later a buckboard white with dust, drew up at her side. The Indian driver spoke a few gutteral words to her. She answered in clear even tones, though her brown cheeks flushed uncomfortably, and her heart beat unusually fast, at the shifty but admiring gaze of the white stranger. - Such was the first meeting of George Haskings, gentleman adventurer, and Winona the Winsome, Belle of Williamate. III Another golden Indian summer had lied, and winter was at hand. For one long, happy year Winona had been the wife of George Haskings. But within the last few weeks a strange, undefinable pain. a gnawing elusive something had crept into her heart, caused, as she instinctively knew, by the fact that she and her hus- band were growing further apart. Was the gentleman adventurer tiring of the simple Indian maid? Almost unconsciously her gaze wandered to her child, Little George-his fath-