Arcata High School - Advance Yearbook (Arcata, CA)

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ing-up time in Fairyiland before he could get him away. Little-Dear-One 'put his 'hands in the water 'add his dimpled face flushed with pleasure. Quick, Little-Dear- One, said the voice of 'Fairy-Heart, you must soon leave for it will be time for all visitors to bedway and your mama and papa will miss you. With tears in his eyes, the childturn- ed away,'and this was a very natural thing 'for a little world-baby to do. But his distress did not last very long for what'funny sight did he see but a field-mouse stop right in front of ihim, stand upon its haunches andblink its eyes at him, as if to say, Gracious! what are you doing here P He held some corn stubble between his fore- paws, which'he'had robbed from the fields 'for the fairies. Withhis little fists, Little-Dear-One hastily rubbed the tears from his glistening eyes, while he broke into alaugh, with still a bit of a hint of tears in it. This frightened the 'field-mouse and the hastily ran off. The 'workmen were ' hurrying' to get through with the day's work and 'soon he saw little men sawing down toad- stools, two engaged 'in felling one stool. Even the 'squirrels were 'carry- ing shells from the nuts 'whichthey had 'gatheredto be rrrade intobdats. Soon Fairy-Heart had 'led 'Little- Dear-One back to theplace whence they had started and introduced him to the 'Queen of the'fa.iries,'who was sitting on a couch of 'thistle-down in 'an apartment of rose 'leaves. Her little white wings reached clearto her dainty feetcovered 'with velvety white slippersiof 'lilyeof-the-valley. 'She smil- ed 'ilpon her visitor, arose and then dropped i gracefully down behind 'the rose-leaf eurtain. Oh, but now, it was pretty near over and the last sight was the prettiest of all. Suddenly all the flowers started nodding iback and 'forth and 'then the fairy-womenfleaning upon the arms of their gallant escorts, flew downitoithe carpet of moss which changed iiow into an immense bal14room. The ladies, robed in lilyQofQthe-valley, their 'slip- persmade of 'pansy velvet with buckles of dew drops, danced to and 'fro in their glee. A 'company of musicians were seated an a tulip 'blossom inthe center oftthehall, hdddingkheir heads rhythmicallyfasi they played the sweet- est music Littleiljear-One 'had ever heard. p '2Quick, your 'mother 'is gding to look 'for you in 'a'inonient, and' before he 'realizedkihdt 'Had 'happened the babe wasiback in theiairyfcoach and the bumblelbees 'hid started off lat 'a lively gallop. J p A strain sweeter than all itheerest fiddfed out toward 'him ghd 15: dn Fairy-land had vanished. Herubbed his eyes'l1ard with histwo little 'fists and thedlooked up to meet the tender liquid' blue of his' mother's'eyes,tias she bent above him. Heiicould notlhave realized that' that ' last' exquisite strain wasi the unspoken prayerfof bismuth- er's heait, 'although :his 'two 'thubby ' arms encireled' Tier'i1eeki with' the 'love of his wholeyourrg soul. KT 'Saw fm YQ' 1 l T wentywight

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and sleepier but soon Dream-o'-the- Worldlwould pipe up in his louder note, and the blue eyes would slowly open again. And so in the end Fairy- rleart triumphed and led Little-Dear- One away to the land of the fairies. Part II. It was quite a long way to Fairy- land and before they had gone very far, what did they meet but a wee coach of spun sun-beams, drawn by eight of the fattest bumble-bees that could be found. Little-Dear-One laughted joyfully at such a really fun- ny sight and the bumble-bees looked around upon their little would-be passenger, as they wiped the pollen from their faces. But how in the world was he to get into such a mite of a coach, and for a second his little flushed face clouded with childish un- certainty. But lol all doubt vanished as Fairy-Heart waved a silvery wand above his golden head. If you have never gone to Fairy-land you don't know what a curious shrinking sensa- tion Little-Dear-One felt. He kept getting smaller and smaller until he was just the least bit larger than the fairies themselves, and then the coach- man helped him in. Oh, how delightful! They would soon be there. A gate of cobwebs swung open and two elves stood in roses on each side. They nodded their heads, spread their tiny silken wings, and flew to the coach, perching on each side of their visitor, as they chattered to him in their piping tones. Oh, quick! let me out, so I can sa: everything, exclaimed the child. So they helped him to alight and he stood upon a mossy carpet, which felt as soft as down. All manner of flowers were nodding as far as he could see, and little fairy elves stood up in the flow- er cups to welcome him. Fairy-Heart accompanied Little- Dear-One everywhere and at each new sight he laughed a hearty little baby laugh. ln one place he looked upon a rose which was slowly opening and a little fairy beamed upon him from within the red petals. She had been resting upon a divan of satin swan's down with a coverlet of violet silk. What a funny sight for the eyes of a baby! The fairies would spread their silken wings and visit from house to house, first flying to a tulip-blossom and then to a buttercup. birds flew down from time to time, carrying corn silk and spider lace for the dresses of the fairy-women. They were singing now in their sweetest voices. Butter- flies were also bringing bluebell and pansy satin to be made into fairy ball- gowns. Bumble-bees were buzzing in the honey-suckle blossoms, and as they made honey, they stored it in lily baskets which the ants carried to the store houses of the fairies. l-le met a whole procession of these. Show me your houses, he exclaimed in his eag- er childish voice, as he ran joyously along beside them. lnto hollows of sttunps they went, stored the honey in little egg-shells, carried there by the swallows, and then marched back, and kept this up all day. F airy-l-leart was greatly pleased be- cause Little-Dear-One was so happy. l-fe led him next to a dear little lake where the boatmen were sailing in vessels of nutshells with sails of spid- er silk. Was there ever a little boy that wouldn't enjoy such a sight? F airy-Heart surely knew there wasn't. The child wanted to stay there so long his guide was afraid it would be clos- T 'wenty-seven

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61112 Iliiug fD'rlnrk Grain. Characters Henri d'Alange Lord Algernon! Cholmondeley Harr Ole Skarjkensen. A Y jim Smith U ' Bob Quincy Bill Adams ' Lord High Muck-a-muck Act First - 'Scene' I. Waiting room at small railway station. Ole walking back and forth reading paper. Ole.-By goll! Qreadsj City har- assed by robbers. fexcitedlyj Ay tank Ay bane fool to be here. When train leaves Ay get out of here quick, Ay betcha. C Enter Lord Chomondeleyj Chol.-'Pon my word, what a place. Cahn't find my baggage. Not a hotel! Nothing. Not even a tavern. fRaises monoclej Where the deuce is my trunk? Maybe that hauburn 'aired gentleman yonder can enlighten me. Q taps Ole on shoulder with canej Pah- don me, suh. Can. you tell me- fRaises his monoclej Ole.-What for you hit me, you fool mit glass eye? Who you tank Ay bane? A P . I V Chol.-My word, he rails like a madman.' Blawsted luck., I'll try him again., 'O ' ' ' ' A fA1oudj Allow me, sir. fhands him his card.j l ' Ole.-You bane come back again? What for I want this? freadsj C-h-o-l Chol m-o-n-d-e-l-e-y-- Cholmondeley. Chol.-fAsidej If' that isn't the wust. CAloudJ Might I ask your name, sir? Ole.-Ay bane Ole Skarjkensen. C Enters Baron d'Alange excitedly and rushes up to themj D'Alange.-Ze messieurs. Train? Train? I am ze Baron d'Alange. I take ze train for San Francisco. Sap- risti. A quellel heure part-il? Ole.-Ay tank he bane fool. D'Alange.-Parbleu! A I get mad. You do not say to me whenze train he comes. Ah! fseizes paperj Ze sche- dule! Creads headlinesj Robbers! Comment! ou done! Ah gentlemen, eet es necessaire- zat we take ourselves from zees' place. ' Ole.4Ay tank dat bane best way. Chol.-What the deuce! You talk such bally rot. ' D'Alange.-CWaving his handsj Ze gentlemen he--he-what American say ze blockhead. fAloudj Zt robbers in town! Ah, we must get ourselves on ze train, A A , Oleg-Ay tank we all go queeck! Chol.-eSuch'rot. Let's go have a ginger ale. D'Alange.-But ze train? Ze train? Chol.-It's only three and the first train 'leaves at five. Come on. KEXCUM-9 CSound of singing withoutj Wh:-1t's the matter with Kelley? He's all right ! ' in Enter jim Smith, Bob Quincy, Bill Adams. A M Bill.-CTO jimj What in the name of the jumping-gee-whiz 'is the mat- ter? lWe've no cause 'for joy. A Bob.-fgloomilyj Not a decent freshman' for the frat this year. Jim.--It's a bear, a scream! I've got it all in a nutshell. ' Bob.-Come to your senses, you pale-eyed, prehistoric mud-hen! What you got in a nutshell? 1 Twenty-nine