Astoria High School - Zephyrus Yearbook (Astoria, OR)

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went np to practice, Jones followed be hind, and when they arrived at the field he sat down to watch them. After practicing about an hour Greene, the quarterback, had to go to school and prepare his next day’s German. No one but Jones was left to take his place. He did so and ad¬ mirably went through all the plays. On the way back to the school rooms Jones followed behind as usual, but with a determination that before , .. .. • something lo show ’■-e . ' ■ ' not a “sissy boy,” r- • a fti-i •- t T-. 1 V • : i The next ua r. Ciialienge was re¬ ceived from the Easton Normal School and a game arranged for the second Saturday following. Preparations were m.ade in earnest for the game. The boys were made to run to and from the field each day, besides the practice in the gymnasium each night. Many of the boys could not endure this hard work as ■well as Jones; but he 'wms scarcely noticed, except when some of the boys had a difficult problem to solve or a trans¬ lation in Greek to decipher. Finally the day for the game arrived. Enthusias'r' ran high in Yaleville, and that afternoon the grandstand was crowded, while a great throng lined the gridiron on every side. As the Yaleville boys entered tlm gate cheers arose from the crowd, but they be¬ came quiet v.'hen the Easton boys ap¬ peared, as the visitors .seemed much heavier. At last the game began. Easton won the toss and chose the goal farthest from the grandstand. On the kick-off the bali was caught by Greene, who ran it back twenty-five yards. He was tackled on Yaleville’s forty-yard line, the fall resulting in a fracture of the shoulder bone. He retired from the field', amid cheers from all sides. ’ The names of several subs were called, but, as Jones was the only one who had practiced at quarter, he was chosen from among them. An end run was tried, with little effect. Then followed a fake play. which netted a gain of five yards; on the ne.xt, three yards, and Yaleville lost the ball. After attempting several plays Eas¬ ton was forced' to punt. The ball was caught by Yaleville’a fullback, who ran back fifteen yards. Now the con¬ test became harder than ever. Jones directed the plays with such good judgment and coolness as to sweep the heavy Easton men off their feet. “Six-eleven-twelve,” called Jones, and like a flash he circled the end on a quarterback run. Straight down the field he wmnt, now dodging, now straight-arming, and then, with a mighty effort, he hurdled the safety quarter and crossed the goal line, mak¬ ing the score 5-0 in favor of Yalevilie. Then there arose a chorus of cheers and above these was heard the cry, “What’s the matter with Jones?” That evening, on the way to the school grounds, Jones was not follow¬ ing behind as before, but was borne in triumph on the shoulders of the two boys ■ 'ho had ridiculed him a few weeks before. Nor was this all, for at the reception given to the Yale¬ ville boys that night in college he was given the place of honor. After this he was no longer known about the school as “sissy,” but as “Jones, the football hero.” Spare the Rod. One day recentlj a pupil went to htiss Hulse and complained of hi? eye¬ sight. The teacher happens to be a sort of amateur oculist and examined the lad’s eyes. W' hen the boy went home that night he carried a note to his father from the instructor which read about as follows; “Dear jMr. S. — Your son shows in¬ dications of astigmatism. I think his ca e should be attended to at once.” The following day the lad returned to school with this note for the in¬ structor: “Dear Miss Hulse — Thanks for your letter. Whip it out of him. Y'ours truly, Mr. S.”

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children rushed into the field and in their sweet simplicity they kissed the yellow flowers they had gathered. The older children broke off the hollow stalks and made long green chains. But the oldest gathered the stalks on which the flowers had done blooming and which were crowned with feath¬ ery head's just ready to float away on the wind. If with one breath they could blow these quite away, they were sure to have new clothes before the end of the year; at least, so their grandmothers said. “Do yO'U see all this?” said the sun¬ beam. ”Do you see their beauty and their honors?” “Yes, for children!” replied the ap¬ ple-blossom with contempt. Then an old woman came into the field, and' with an old knife-stump she grubbed up a quantity of the roots to make a kind of coffee. The rest she would sell to the chemist for medi¬ cine, and be able with the money to increase her scanty stock of corhforts. “Beauty is better than all this,” said the apple-blossom as sulkily as could be. “There is a difference between plants, just as there is a difference between men.” Just then a group of persons en¬ tered the room and' amongst them the young princess who had gathered the apple-blossom and placed it where it stood. But what could that be in her hand? It was a blosom, or w'hat might be a flower; for it was quite hidden by three or four large leaves placed roundl it, and another over it to make a kind of cap, so that not a breath of wind could get at it. Not even the apple-blossom was carried so carefully by the lady’s hand as this hidden treasure, whatever it might be. Very cautiously the large leaves were soon removed and there' — yes, really there, who would have believed it? — was the feathery seed-crown of the hated dandelion! It was this which she had plucked and guarded so care¬ fully that not a single feather which sat so lightly there, ready to float away on the first breeze which reached it, might move from its place. Her loving care had! been successful; it was quite perfect, and as she gazed on it she wondered at its beauty and its airy lightness. “See how man velously God has formed this simple plant!” she cried. “I shall paint it with the apple-blossom, different as they are. One has received as much from the Creator’s hands as the other; and equally are they children in tha same kingdom of beauty.” And the sTinbeam kissed the dande¬ lion and it kissed the apple-U’ossom, and as it did so a deeper blush spread over its beautiful buds. Whether the app- e-blossom learned to be more hum¬ ble for the future I do not know, but at any rate we can carry away the les¬ son that false pride is a very ugly trait. .A Freshman’s Triumph By Yvon Guiliiume, ’07. The footl)all season was at hand, and the boys of the ValeyiHe High School who had won last year’s hon¬ ors were working to organize anothei such team to preserve the good name of their school. All the members of the team had been chosen, and when the list of subs was looked over the name of Jones, a Freshman, was noticed at the end of tire list. “He can’t play,” said the captain. “No; he had bet'er not try. The field is too mudy for such a neat little' fellow,” was the reply from one of the popular boys. Jones heard all this, but said noth¬ ing. That evening, when the boys

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ThjE ZEPHYRUS Published Monthly by the Students of the Astoria High School. Terms, 10 Cents a Copy. STAFF: Editor-in-Chief . Associate Editor . Business IManager . Assistant Editors — Literature Winifred Higgins, ’OG. Department Editors: SchO'Ol Notes . Personal Flings . Athletics . Alumni . Exchange . Lawrence Rogers, ’Oo. ..Annie Bergman, ’06. . . . . Harvey Allen, ’07. Mary Settem, ’OG. ....Emma Shedd, ’05. . . . Sidney Sovey, ’07. ..Rives Emerson, ’07. ....Otto Utzinger, ’06. . .Blowden Davies, ’06. Address all communications to the Editor or Business Manager, The Zeph- yrus, Astoria. High School, Astoria, Oregon. THE ZEPHYRUS In making this, our initial bow, we, as members of the staff, offer an apolo¬ gy, and hope to increase both the ap¬ pearance and volume of our paper as time goes on. We ask you to over¬ look our many errors, blunders and sundrj' other defects, and to look upon this, not with the eye of a critic, but with the eye of a proud possessor of a paper that shall, with time and experi¬ ence, be a credit to our school. The time in which this issue was com¬ posed. edited and printedi, was so short that everything in the line of cuts, was omitted; but with the next issue we expect to enhance the looks as well as the size. If this does not quite come up to your expectations do not stand off at a distance and kick, but get to work, and write. Write, not with the idea of merely helping the editors fill up space, but with the idea of making a reputation, not only for yourself, but also for your paper; a story or a poem on any subject you wish will be received with much gratitude on the part of the editoi’s. If the student body will take an earnest interest in our work and contribute both prose and verse, we can have a paper that, from a literary standpoint, will equal if not excel those of many other aca¬ demic schools. We have the ability; why not have the output? Let us notbe lagging behind others, and stand at the foot always; let us, to use a colloquial expression, “come to’’ and stand at the head. Remember, it is not for your¬ self, that you are doing good, but for your school; an institution which, by the time you graduate, you will dearly love, if you do not now. THE CLASS OF ’08 Every June and every February into the affairs of the commercial large class of boys and girls graduate world, others come to us and become from the grammar schools. Some be- a part of us. gin their life-long march by entering You who have just finished gram-