Arcata High School - Advance Yearbook (Arcata, CA)

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SPRING Amid the trees upon the hill, Are breezes whisp'ring softly: Dawn has come so bright and stillg The world's a-light with Spring. There are asters in the garden, Of royal red and blue. Daisies pert, and violets meek, And the rustic meadow rue. The primrose sweet, and daffodil, Both add their colors gay, And all the air with fragrance fill, To usher in the Spring. Sweet honey-suckle blossoms, A-shine with diamond dew. The Winsome mild forget-me-nots, Of pastel-shaded blue. There are robin in the branches, Lol the larK on gilded wing Pours forth a song of rapture, For radiant,happy Spring. - - Anne Dubrovich '26. THE BURIED TREASURE Well, Jack. what are we going to do this evening after we have this tree-house in good order? Curtis Kennedy was talking to his cousin, William Holmes. They had spent a great deal of their spare time after school and on Saturdays for several weeks previous, building a little ten by ten hut in the spreading branches ofa giant oak. The boys, very excitedly were adding the finishing touches to their future abode. They had always looked ahead with great anxiety to the day when the first bits of furniture which had been made by them in their manual training class at the grammar 29

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the sweet tinkling strains of music- -enter Johnny, the orphan, with the play in his hand .... Have you ever read the play before, J ohnny?'l asked Dorothy, sober- ly. I know most of it by heart, answered Johnny. his eyes fairly bursting with questions. The effect on Dorothy was instantaneous. Johnny, do you really? You have saved the day for the seniors! With a glad cry, she seized his hand and, forgetting all about Johnny's lame leg in her excitement, fairly pulled him into the dressing room. Get ready, everyone! she exclaimed, Johnny knows the part, and the curtain goes up in five minutes! There was a whirl of excitement, and echoes of astonishment from every corner, followed by a hurrying here and there and an assembling of cos- tumes that had already been discarded. Before Johnny hardly knew what was happening, both Miss Johnson and Dorothy were busy applying cream, paint, eyebrow pecil, and powder. Last of all he was slipped into a little coat. One, two minutes passed--the assembly clock struck eight--the curtain slowly parted on a beautiful little scene in the woods ..... Miss Johnson slipped from the dressing room unnoticed, into the audi- torium, and with nerves almost on the breaking point, watched for the mo- ment when Johnny would enter. Whether the play was a success or failure, whether the beautiful silver cup would be left as a memorial to the high school in the name of the seniors or juniors, all depended upon little Johnny. A look of surprise spread quickly over the several hundred faces when Johnny appeared. One breathless moment passed before he began to speak, and then one could have heard a pin drop. His voice, as clear as a bell, car- ried to the very back of the auditorium, yet the pathos and sweetness with which he spoke were so pronounced that everyone listened in breathless interest to the very last word. Only those nearer the front could see the light of success in his eyes. His chance had come and he was prepared. The seniors won the cup. Upon its silvery side the following inscript- ion was engraved, with the hearty consent of every member, to shine forth encouragement for the seniors in the years to come. In Memory Of John E. Reynolds, By Whose Persierverance, Courage, Loyalty It Was Won And Dorothy L. Manners, Our Class President, Class Of '25 -Lottie Chase '25 28

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school could be moved into the little structure. I don't know, but that it will be about time to go to bed. We'll ask mother for a couple of pillows and blankets and sleep up here. Ajolly good idea. I never had a thought of that. We'll imagine that we are a couple of campers that have lost our way and found this shelter in which to stay over night. Bill, which was William's nickname. mumbled a low A-huh and continued to plaster the small strips of newspaper upon the unfinished wall. Very little was said until that evening. The boys, having eaten sup- per and secured the blankets and permission to sleep in their newly acquired quarters, were just getting ready to crawl in. It was getting rather late in the evening, and the two were quite tired: however, that did not stop them from expressing their extreme satisfaction between themselves. It sure has been one hard time after another, compleling this, hasn't it?'7 lt certainly has, Bill, especially vi hen we had to haul those planks up for the floor. The putting up of the frame was no easy job.l' There was a slight pause, when the boys did not know what to say next. Curt, who had been idly staring at the news-papered walls. broke the silence by exclaiming, Say, Bill, tlis new daily payer seems to be awfully full of scandal and such. It's acrime to let such things be placed on the market. I read of that bank robbery here in Nashville. They repeated the same thing over about five different times. Of course, the public demand such trash, so you can't blame the printers for making their haul. You pick up any newspaper, and all that you can see is sensational junk. They could just as well have stated the brief facts about the case, and that t-he Detective Agen- cy was offering a large sum of money for the arrest and conviction of the thieves and the return of the money. The disappearance of Widdow Calla- han's pet dog was not so sensational, so it did not receive the front page publicity that the robbery got. You're right, from beginning to end. They print too much of that stuff. Someone or something ought to interfere. Well, it's gettinglate and I think we had better go to sleep. Good-night. Wake me if you want any- thing. Good night, Bill, and don't snore too loud, as two of us are likely to make quite a disturbance. Soon all was quiet. Nothing could be heard except the heavy breathing of Curtis Kennedy. William was not asleep, however. He was thinking very seriously about what Curt had told him. He pondered about one thing and another, until his uneasy mind was quickly brought back to normal by the sound of two voices below. Take it out to the mud flats tcmcriow at mid-night. Be sure and see that no one is watching. Bury it where it wonlt be found until we are many 30