Arcata High School - Advance Yearbook (Arcata, CA)

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mil? Glragehg nf the llllagir Cllirrlr. C Mary Turner, '15. In the beginning, Jove created day and night, joint rulers of the earth. and condemned them to pursue one another in a circle forever. Ages upon ages afterwards, weary and blinded by Apollo's bright rays, Nox, the Goddess of Darkness, glanc- ed in disgust at the abhorred universe which had caused the great misfor- tune of her immortal life. The glance rapidly became a fixed gaze, and the feeling of disgust, one of admiration, for she saw deep in the dark cool shady heart of a sighing Redwood Forest, Silver Tip, a giant timber-wolf raise his blood-shot eyes to the stars and give forth the mournful howl of his kind. Three times the loud and protracted wail rent the silence, echo- ed and was lost in the distance, then he laid -his head down between his two great paws, his warm red tongue loll- ing out between his white jagged teeth and waited for the coming of his pack, grey nose pointed to the East. He remained in this position until midnight, his body almost concealed among the fern and trilliums of the Magic Circle where the wolves of the North Country competed every year for the leadership of their thievish band. On the West of the circle was a huge boulder, overgrown with violets, hairbells and fivefingers, while six Redwoods, looming up hundreds of feet into the sky completed the almost perfect natural ring. The spaces be- tween the old Giants were filled by green salmon-berry bushes upon which the luscious yellow fruit gleam- ed out brightly in the moonlight. Just as the moon overhead reached a point directly above the center of the Circle the bushes between the six trees were pushed slowly and noise- lessly aside, and the gaunt grey band entered, forming an arena four deep around old King Silver Tip, who had guided them upon their kills ten years, and who had in that time struggled against, defeated and destroyed ten of their number. - Sadly he raised his face to the Moon-Goddess and gave forth a dis- mal, pleading howl as if entreating her aid against Young Republican, the strongest wolf in the region and the would-be leader of the pack. Fiendishly the wolves regarded him, lapping their .tongues around their lips. No mercy lit up their wicked, green eyes but hate shone unreserved- ly there, the hate of the stronger for the weak. Well they knew that the old King's experienced cunning and saga- city might go for naught, pitted against the strength and the litheness of his adversary. Slyly and silently Republican marched into the ring, touched noses with Silver Tip, and they both sprang back to the opposite edges of the breathing, snapping circle. Time and again this happened until Silver Tip's shoulders were covered with wounds and Republican's with blood though he himself was unharmed save for a small scratch across his soft, black nose. The silence of the woods was brok- en now only by the moaning of the Redwoods and the clash of the rivals' teeth. The onlookers thought that the King's last fight was ended but Twenty-five

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as a whole remain the same, though an individual man may rise or sink i' the scale. Both poems, then, portray the con- quest of a mind over all the influen- ces which might drag it down. And this victory is shown by the fact that both the man and woman are brought into a closer relation with men. This alone is the victory and alone can be the victory. For surely no character can have reached its highest develop- ment until it can take its place un- abashed among its companions in the world, only when it is one -with its kind. 09212 in the Eging Hear. Hail to the dying year! Children of earth Fall not upon her breast, to despair addrest! Lift up your heads and hear the Bells, Hark! for past grief is fleeing, and lost hopes are bleeding. Hail! The city is enfolded in the cloak of Night, But look! the moon with its silver beams Stands guardg The steeples rise in the dusky light, Twenty-four Sentinels of Love on every hand, V Awake! See the bells, they are swing- ing, To the heart they are ringing New love and hope. How the heart doth leap! How the pulse doth beat! The babe stirs in its sleep But knows it uotg The mother smiles and understands. Each saddened heart with new hope smiles and feels- The happiness of earth. Gertrude Harlan, '14

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the wicked, old fellow held yet anoth- er trick in reserve. Heistaggered and seemed about to drop, but when Re- publican rushed towards him for the final blow he found himself gripped near the ear with old Silver Tip's famous death-hold. Gradually the young wolf stiffened and when the nervous twitching of his body had stopped the pack rushed on the motionless usurper tearing him to pieces. Filled with horror at this sight Night lifted her eyes from the Earth and enchanted by the golden rays that enticingly called her, began again her slow pursuit of the ever-fleeing day. Iiittle-iBre1r-GBM unit the Breaux Iliairiea. Gertrude Harlan '14. . ' Part I. Little-Dear-One was cuddled down in the soft warmth of his cradle. He laughed to himself as the dusky shad- ows of evening closed in upon his pretty room and the moonbeams peep- ed in cautiously, laying their soft light upon his face and hands. Yes, thought he, there are so many things- I can't do in the dayl time, but when the Dream-Fairies come, they take me everywhere and let me do anything. Oh, how I wish they'd hurry ! Life seemed hard to this little child. For he would try to climb upon a chair and then mamma would say, No, no, Little-Dear-One, baby hurt. Then he would get to splashing joy- fully in a nice bowl of water, which had been placed there by some thoughtful person, when mamma would surprise him by no, nol baby get all wet and take cold l So he lay at length in his miniature bed. His eyelids kept getting heavier and heavier. Could they have forgot- ten to come? His tiny full lips quiv- ered, and one big tear rolled slowly from under a drooping lid. But no, list, little one! A fluttering of gossa- Twenty-six mer wings, and behold two of the sweetest fairies upon the window sill, just above the clematis vine, which touched them with its feathery foliage. They had the softest, wee voices, WX which, of course, just suited their size, for they were no bigger than the daintiest needle. Dream-o'-the-World was dressed in a velvety-pansy gown and Fairy-Heart in a silken butterfly robe. They nodded to each other and then lifted their white wings and flew right to the edge of the coverlet, which touched the neck of Little-Dear-One. Now, piped up Dreatn-o'-the- World, which of us do you want to sing you to sleep ? Well, I don't know exactly, for I like you both so Well that I can't tell. But one of you sing at a time, first Fairy-Heart and then Dream-o'-the- World, and who-ever gets me to sleep first, I will go with him. Now Dream-o'-the-World had just a little bit louder voice than Fairy- Heart, and so it was not as soothing as that of the other. They both took turns and when Fairy-Heart would begin to sing in a soft ripple of sound, Little-Dear-One would get sleepier