Arcata High School - Advance Yearbook (Arcata, CA)

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jim.-The Sophmores. Bill.-What? jim.-They've captured those three freshmen and turned them loose on the campus disguised as foreigners. They plan to initiate them to-night. We'll capture them-not? Bob and Bill.-You bet. fForeigners enter togetherj Bill.--fSpying themj Holy Mack- eral! Bob.-Suffering bear-cats. jim.-Right into the mouth of the lion's den. Here's our game. fThree rush on foreignersj D'Alange. - Mon Dieu! Insult! Gentlemen. I am ze Baron D'Alange. Ole.-Was de dickens? You bane all fools. Chol.-'Pon my word. fQuick curfainp ' Scene II. A room darkened to represent a dungeon. Cholmondeley, Ole and d'Alange prisoners. Sound of sing- ing. Enter boys disguised following the Lord High Muck-a-Muck. All sing :-- 'For we'll mangle 'em and strangle 'em And from the castle dangle 'em Each throbbing moan and sobbing groan? Lord H. M.-Silence! There are strangers in my presence. jim.-fbowingj Our most worthy Muck-a-Muck. H. Muck.-Speak, guardian of the bloody sword. 0 Jim.-These villains have harrassed our peaceful villageg have shattered our peace of mind. Only from your hands can they receive the sentence of this most holy order. , D'Alange.-Cexcitedlyj I do no Thirty ' murder. I have ze wife, ze enfant. I take nothing. Ole.-He say right. We take not- tings. We bane honest fallers. H. Muck.-You hear their words. Is their guilt proved? Bob.-It is proved. H, Muck.-Lead the victims before me. CAddressingj Your guilt is prov- ed. You must suffer the penalty for your misdeeds. Oh, members of our bloody band, what is the punishment? Bill.-fStepping forwardj They shall be frapped in oil to a nice and tender brown. D'Alange.-Rebut de Phumanite! H. Muck.--Silence! Sentence must be executed as decreed. Bring the ropes which are hidden in yonder bel- fry tower. fThree boys leave the room.j H. Muck.-Prepare your soul for death for-fWaves his sceptre and all singj . A We'll throw them in the oil, We'll watch them stew and boil, We'll laugh with joy And their tortures enjoy, For they mean to us a feast most royal. CShout withoutj. H. Muck.--What means this distur- bance in our hallowed house? Enter three boys who have gone for ropes dragging three freshmen disguised as foreigners with them. H. Muck.-1 startledj The deuce! There's something wrong. What does this mean? Boy.-fexcitedlyj It means that those unhallowed idiots have captured the wrong- H. Muck.-Now we are up against it. fTurns to foreignersj I beg your pardon- CTrain whistles withoutj

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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

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Chol.-Good heavens! The five o'clock train. frushes forth followed by Ole and D'Alange.j Lord High Muck.-fWith a sighj Thank Heavens! fCurtain.j Laura Campbell '14f Gertrude Harlan '14. Susie Anderson 'l4. Hernvn. Ghz Qlaptinr lirh. ' HEY lured me from V I S at Q my happy home lull Within the pleasant - greenwood shade --- .!f--- Where with my mate in joyful mood Our little nest we toiled and made. They placed me in this gilded cage, And hung it near the flowers and vines, They thought to please my lone estate And bid me sing and cheer their minds, A little child with willing heart Gave morsels dainty for my meal, But how could she in happy life My misery and my sorrows feel? She strives to cheer my hapless lot, My heart-my heart is lonely still. Zaida Sherburne, '14. Gln a muah. , H! cloud, that ever V gf sails the heavens ri blue, - - 'W ,gg I ,,'fff,,.,,,ggE5sSj3Q5ggr,2 You come and go :. . , . --, TW 'ere I can point is K.:-Qfj 5:-gf your place, You sail away and never leave a trace, And ever must I question, What are you P Are you some white-winged creature pure as dew? Or fairy's ball-gown decked in filmy lace? Or angel's thoughts that vanish into space? Tell me, oh cloud, have you no pain to rue? The boundless Heaven is my wonted path And as I pass I leave the blue behind, And with my going comes a joy to all, When I am present then it is God's wrath Hovers o'er men. But as- He is most kind So ever do I pass when He does call. Susie Anderson, '14. Gln at Playful Breeze. O thee, O gently laughing breeze, that brings Thy cooling breath A o'er all the with- ering earth, How tenderly the chaliced flowers in mirth Lift their sweet faces and with glad- ness swingg The whole earth seems with happiness W-' P Y 'f--1 I C41 -i'?'NLQ - N, ,, ,wi 5' Q .II to ring, And only one seems sad: 'Tis I, not worth The joy thy presence brings. Can one from dearth Thirty-one