Chico High School - Caduceus Yearbook (Chico, CA)

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l if if I F CADUCEUS STAFF First Row-Ruth Tyler, Assistant Editorg Valentine Coutolenc Assistant Editorg Angie Lobdell, Literary Editor: Ethel Mullen, Social Editorg Marie Vadney, Exchange Editor. Second ROW--Bess Meade, Organization Editor: Edna MEL1'Sil3-11,.LXl't Editor: Ruth Hesbol, Dramatic Editorg Esther McNabb, Subscription Manage'-. Third Row-Qrville Canneld, Assistant Business Manager: Fred Taylor, School Notesg Frank Johnson, Josh Editorg VVe,ley Neubarth, Athletic Editorg Mervyn Kaney, Alumni Editor.

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MARION 'S RIDE , jj 1 fx , HE afternoon was warm and 1 ' f ff , Q quiet as Marion Clark, on her little black horse, rode along the dusty white road. , gf, Qccasional little lost breez- 5 X es whirled the white dust. The soft thud of the hoofs of her mount was lost in ff the silence, a silence almost 0 X , oppressive, yet she desired X X' J!! 7 X not to break it. She rode ff! X yy! i on up the lane toward an 71 old house that seemed f I from its higher position to be glaring down at the surrounding level country. Edging her horse up to the gate leading into the corral surrounding the barn, she unlatched it, rode through and fastened it again, without dismounting. lnthe barn she slipped the saddle and blanket off with deft, practiced fingers, then for a moment took the pony's muzzle between her hands and laid her cheek against it. 4 , Star, you're the best horse in the country, aren't you, my beauty?,' She caressed h.im. Star poked his soft nose into Marion's pockets in search of lumps of sugar or apple cores and when she nad left, softly neighed after her. , As Marion reached the gate opening into the yard 'Jefore the house, a high-pitched squeal of joy greeted fier as her little three-year old niece ran to meet her, the Qittle orphan who had never known her young mother or her father, Marion's brother. She did not miss them, however, for she was happy in the love of her aunt, so full that it almost took th.e place of a mother's and father's. The baby tumbled into the outstretched arms, with pudgy hands patting Marion's cheek. With her strong young arms the girl lifted the child high above her head, then hugging the baby close, buried her face in the soft neck. The little one gurgled with sweet baby laughter, then wriggled down to draw Marion after her to behold a new-found treasure. XNhat do you wish to show me, janie?', Marion asked. Tse dot a tish-worm, a tish-worm, she repeated earnestly, 'Tse doin' teep an, tame himf' Running forward she showed several bricks piled one on top of another on the hard cement walk. She took the bricks off the worm, and there it lay, thoroughly tamed , indeed. ' At dusk that evening Marion stood at the gate look- .130-. .