Arcata High School - Advance Yearbook (Arcata, CA)

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meet. Make Arcata proud of her team, and show the other schools we can do as much as they. Get a track constructed in the Municipal Athletic Field and every one of you train to enter for some event, even though you may have a long way to go to reach home. The action of the Executive Committee of the High School League in sustaining fake charges of professionalism against one of Arcata's best athletes, and refusing to consider valid charges of professionalism brought against members of others schools in the league, is greatly to be deplored, and is very apt to introduce an undesirable spirit of discord into the ranks of the league. When the desire of individual members of the league for victory becomes so dominant that they are ready to sacrifice a spirit of justice to attain that end, and deal unjustly with another school in the league, the benefits to be derived from interscholastic sports are reduced to a minimum. We find that the spirit of social intercourse, which should be engendered between the students of the several high schools is entirely destroyed. Arcata knows how to accept defeat when beaten fairly and squarely, but when defeated by unfair and underhanded methods will protest to the extent of her ability. The high school does not wish to make the Advance the medium of an attack upon other schools, but she feels justified in making a statement of pure fact. We have endeavored to make this issue of the Advance,' a worthy rep- resentative of our school, but this would have been impossible without the aid of Miss Chamberlin, the staff's support, the ready contributions of the students, the zealous work of the business manager, and above all, the financial backing of the business men. To all of these, we extend our deep- est thanks. We also wish to thank Mr. R. M. Wiley for the assistance he has given us in preparing the paper for publication. is E-tiLt..U ll lf Twenty-four

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The lam of the Restart All around them, the savage, searching glare of the desert moonlight fell on a world of night-mare shapes and shadows-gaunt, fantastic cacti, grotesquely misshapen yuccas, goblin bulks of rock and cliff and sand-dune, overhead the stars glittered hard and white and brilliant. They rode swiftly, unswervingly, as ride those whose journey is long and desperate, the man swaying easily to the stride of his horse, the woman, awkward in her male attire, clinging to the saddle from exhaustion, her eyes fixed on her husband. Save for the shuflling, dust-muffled foot-falls of their horses, there was no- where any sound. Now and then, the man looked back anxiously at his companion, and at length, reining in, he untied a canteen from his saddle, passed his arm around her shoulders, and poured the last few drops of water between her lips. She caught at his arm to steady herself. You're sure we're headed right? she queried. Certain sure, he returned, pointing to the pole-star. Due north to Dead Horse Draw and then follow that up to Crater Tank. We'll make Dead Horse in an hour now, and the Tank before sun-up. l'.isten,', she whispered, I thought- He patted her shoulder awkwardly. Steady, lassie, he said, just a hawk or something. Then in a changed, bitter voice he added: Oh, they're likely to catch us all right, before we get out to the railroad, because we'll have to lay over awhile at the tank, but they can't be near up to us yet. You've got the money safe ?,' Safe as can be-seventeen thousand. Five thousand sheep at three dollars a head, all round-that's a fair price this year, and two thousand extra for you to make up for the hard times you've hadf, The woman shivered and moved wearily in the saddle. All the same, she said, I wish you hadn't taken but the fifteen thousand--just what was fair. He laughed grimly. I reckon that wonlt make any difference. They'd have camped on our trail all right anyway. But if we keep up our nerve we can get away with it just the same. Now we've got to hit the dust. Then they set off rapidly through the black sprawling shadows of the yuccas. Coming to a wide gravel-strewn arroyo, they turned up its nearer bank, and as the man had prophesied, in the first flush of dawn they caught sight of Crater Tank-a small volcanic cave not more than fifty yards across, at the bottom of which, as in a basin, had collected a little pool of rain water. Dropping on their faces, they drank deeply, cleansing the dry caked dust from their eyes. Rising, the man surveyed the scene. Above him the upper rim of the crater rose forty feet or more, a rough crag of broken basalt that sloped down on either side to a low parapet. Weill camp up there, he announced. He led the woman by the hands up a devious path among sharp rocks to a little ledge just under the crest. And then, while she spread their blankets, he placed two stones on a rock to form a loop-hole for his rifle. They slept heavily, in utter exhaustion, until the full blaze of the noon- day sun fell on the n1an's face. He rose quickly to his feet and, climbing to the pinnacle of the crag, peered carefully about him, but there was nowhere any sign of pursuit-nowhere anything but a limitless waste of rock, and sand and cactus. Twenty-.tix