Calaveras High School - Skull Yearbook (San Andreas, CA)

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THE ' SKULL V VIII. CALAVERAS CQUNTY HIGH SCHOOL JUNE 1913 PIIIIA uunm IIIIIIIIIIV by the Students of the C. C. H. S.. Sun AIIdI'ezIs, LIlIIIIrIIII Editul'-III-CIIIL-f .... LiIcI'a1I'y EIIItIII'. .. SCIIIIIJI NIIIUS ELIIUII' Julu- liliiul' .... l.xIlI.IIIgu. Artist ........... Athlvtigs IAUIIISJ. .. AtlI1L-tics QBIPVSJ . .. AIIIIIIIII, ....,.... . BIISIIII-ss M1IIIIIg1ur.. Assistant M.III.IguI'.. STAFF EIJNA E. IIIQKIIALT ..F. ERLE WESSON ..CAIeIeIE M. LEWIS .. LESLIE STEWART ...UEORGIE DIETZ ANNIE A. URENITTA .....'..RLETH POE .JOHN SQUELLATI . . . .MAVDE NLILAND .UOIMXIX I.. KEIIII ..Rl'I'A M. S'I'EIx'AIeI'

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JUMPING ATQ The following took place in a small frontier town, in the early eighties. The town con- sisted of a couple of stores, a postofiice, and a half dozen thriving saloons and dance halls. It was not a peaceful community, though the days of 'tdead men for breakfast were past, the stage came in occasionally with the driver or messenger shot up, and the passengers re- lieved of their coin. Sometimes a man would come spurring into town with tales of Indian uprisings. These rumors, however, when fol- lowed up, generally ended in the finding of some old buck moving his family to other camping grounds. Respectable citizens were still in the habit of grasping a gun in each hand, if awakened at midnight, and of speed- ing cowboys who were too hilarious on their way with forty-four pellets. One night, or to be exact, one morning, the patrons of the Oasis, one of the thriving saloons, heard a muffled roar as if some explo- sion had taken place. Those who were able rushed out into the street with their hands full of six guns, seeking the cause of the disturb- ance. It is instinct to fire on anything run- ning, so these citizens, seeing some horsemen galloping down the main street, opened fire. One man dropped from his horse, and another reined in and dismounted. I was the first to reach the fallen man and was horrified to see the sheriff lying there unconscious and bleed- ing. On examination we found him to be shot through the left breast, so we gently carried him into a near-by house. The deputy told us that they were returning from chasing some rustlers, and, on hearing the explosion, rode up to investigate. On their approach, five men ran from the postofhce and opened fire on them. The posse returned the fire, but, owing to the darkness, no one was killed. The posse was in full pursuit when the well meaning citizens had dropped the sherid in his tracks. Going into the postoffice, we found everything topsy-turvy. Tables and chairs were knocked over and the safe was open, its heavy door lying in the middle of the Hoor, amid a confusion of papers. While poking around curiously, we heard a low groan and found Two Gun Duncan, a CONCLUSIONS. most valiant man, stuffed into a mail bag, bound and gagged, his face covered with post- age stamps. From the bag hung a card with this inscription, Please feed. It seems funny now, but the poor fellow had received a terrible blow on the head, and was almost unconscious. We untied him and applied restoratives till he was able to sit up and tell us about it. He gave a good description of the men, and, carried away by the restora- tives, perhaps, he accused Jack Dawsen of being one of them. This made me sick with fear and doubt. Could it be? No, decidely notg Jack would never be fool enough for that, yet there was the recognition. It was foolish of me to worry so, this was surely the work of yeggmen, with whom Jack would not be in league. I dropped in to see the sheriff on my way home and found him very badly off. This made me more depressed than ever. I went home slowly, dreading all the time that Jack would not be there. I mounted the stairs with reluctance, fearfully turned the knob, and entered. Everything was still. I crossed the room to Jack's and put my ear to the door, there was no sound. I entered and struck a match. I could not find a lamp, so twisteda piece of paper that was lying on the table and lighted it. By its flickering light I saw that the place was empty. Oh, well, I thought he's got interested in a game, and maybe he's winning. I returned to my room and threw myself on the bed, but could not sleep. That suspicion was on my mind, and I would have done anything to Duncan with the greatest of pleasure. Jack and 1 had always been partners and we shared everything. We had seen ups and downs together, andl had come to love him as my brother. To think that he would do this was too terrible, and I tried to put the suspicion from me. The soft wind of dawn was blow- ing in on me as I lay tossing and sleepless. Gradually the room lightened, and I saw all the things we had gathered together: the Sioux war bonnet, his silver mounted saddle, beautifully chased silver spurs which a ful Mexican had given him, and a little picture frame lying face down amid the the