Arcata High School - Advance Yearbook (Arcata, CA)

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TITLE ? The High School student wandered home at last, Took off his shoes as Father's room he passed, And finally, got safely into bed And thanked his stars that his folks slept so fast. He had been out to an exclusive feed, And there had gorged himself far past his need, For scarcely had he touched the pillow white, When came the prancing nightmare, fiery steed. He dreamed that he'was dead Koh! dreadful fatelj And rode the mare up to St. Peter's gate, Dismounted, and for entrance there he knocked, St. Peter came, and to him thus he spake: Aha! what have we here? Lets have a look! Methinks, from casual glance, you're not a crook But wait my son, and I will soon find out Your pedigree-it's in the Judgment Book. St. Peter put his glasses on his nose, Hum, here we are, your crimes we'll now expose: And as he read, his face much sterner grew, At last he turned, his voice like thunder rose. Accursed wretch, unconscientious man, You've kidnaped Sophs, and murdered one Freshman You've stayed up nights when you should be in bed And once, it says, away from home you ran, You've worried teachers till their hair is gray, You've never done but mischief all your day, And once, it reads, you smoked a cigarette. St. Peter paused, then sentence did he say. In Hades you must spend a million years. Oh, Pete, have mercy! cried he through his tears You shall endure the tortures of the damned And ponder o'er the sins of your career. On pins you'll sit and study poetry, Milton, Browning, and more picked out by me, In Chemistry, you will cut oh' your toe, Its composition you will try and see. The student woke and fell out of his bed, And wiped the sweat drops from his aching head, But soon the horror died out in his eyes, I wonder what I ate last night F he said. ,JAMES ANDERSON. Y

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A TRIP TO A DOCTOR The old Doctor and I came out of the post-office and strolled down the main street of the little mining town. The Doctor was an old friend of our family, having known my parents when they lived in Clarksville, and after they had moved to new fields to seek their fortune, the distance did not lessen that friend- ship. Business called me to Clarksville, and I of course called upon the Doctor, who insisted that I be his guest as long as I remained in town. When we were a few steps from the Doctor's office, we passed a man whom he greeted with a hearty Howdy do, Bill.' The fellow held my attention because of his physical appearance- It was plain that he had at one time suffered a terrible accident, as he walked with the peculiar stiff-legged movement of a man with a wooden leg, and his left arm ended just below the wrist. He was built like an athlete and would have been a fine specimen of physical manhood, were it not for his misfortune. We entered the office, and I picked up a newspaper, while the Doctor tele- phoned concerning one of his patients. I see by the paper, said I, when he again joined me, that a young man in New Hampshire has been granted a Carnegie medal for saving a girl from drown- ing. It's a fine thing that some of our millionaires put their money to such good use. Again I thought of the man we had met on the street, why, I do not know, ex- cept for the fact that he had strangely attracted me. Yes,l' said the Doctor. I read that too. But if every act of bravery were rewarded in this country, it would take all of Carnegie's money and more ton, to keep up the fund. By today nearly every newspaper reading person in the United States has read of that act, and probably two out of every ten have com- mented upon it- And yet in this very town there is one of the bravest men who ever lived. and I don't believe there is a person outside of this state who has ever even heard of himf' He lighted a fresh cigar and settled down more comfortably in the large Morris chair. I put aside my paper. for, from long acquaintance with the Doctor. I knew that a story was coming. He told the story in simple language. and I will try to tell it in his words, as I remember them. Two miles from here the Muddy River winds its way through the valley. It is hardly an appropriate name for the peaceful, sun kissed stream, that now flows quietly through the fields, or dashes down the rocky mountain gorges, but if you could see it in the winter or during the spring freshets, you would hardly blame the man who christened it. The Muddy River is now spanned by a strong steel bridge, but at the time of this occurrence it could only be crossed in boats, or by fording. . On the other side of the river the country becomes mountainous and rocky. with here and there stretches of scraggly pine. Fourteen miles from the river is Dry Creek, now a prosperous mining camp. A wide wagon road now leads from Clarksville to Dry Creek, but ten years ago there was only a narrow trail, up which it was a hard struggle for a horse to climb.