Columbia College - Cayuse Yearbook (Milton, OR)

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Lazlness AZINESS is a sign of bravery. This statement is very seldom I-4 made because the men who know it for the truth, are too lazy to defend it in an argument. VV'e would all be lazy if we dared to follow our own desires. The most industrious men are often cowards, they are afraid of what people will say, of cold weather, or starvation. A lazy man, on the other hand is brave enough to stand up under a storm of disapproval, or if necessary he will publicly ally himself with a bread-line. There was once a man who was brave enough to be as lazy as he liked. If he went fishing he was too lazy to pull on the line when a small fish took the hook and very often, when ready to start for home he would find that a large fish had swallowed the small one. As a result he would have plenty of fish for supper. He was too lazy to burn the straw piles on his farm but the lightning always set fire to them before spring or else a whirlwind scatter- ed them over his neighbors' fields. One year this man was so brave that he did not even dig his potatoes. All the industrious farmers worked early and late in their potato fields and raised many callouses, blisters and high ex- pectations, while every night they talked about this lazy neighbor. But after the potatoes were dug and before they were stored away, they were all ruined by the drug store thermometers, which slid down to zero and stayed there. The man who was brave enough to be lazy extended congratulations to himself when he saw the amount of useless labor he had saved. Then the weather turned warm again and the very next week his farm was visited by an earthquake so severe that it shook all his potatoes out of the ground. Moral: Real bravery is always properly rewarded. Page Seventy-Eight

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A General Shaking-Up THE Walla Walla Valley had a private earthquake early Sun- day morning, january 6, which caused more or less misunder- standing among those vvho had not been informed in advance that a quake vvas due. When the first loud rumble and shock hit the Dorm, Presi- dent Shangle thought it was john Black coming home from Free- vvater, but vvhen the noise and shaking continued he was certain that Leland Robe vvas once more chasing rats through the attic with a bunch of brick-bats. He bounced out of bed and started dovvn the hall. By this time there was quite a bit of activity on the second floor so the President ran up the steps to that floor. There is a large box near the top of the stairs which is used for vvaste paper. The first sight to greet his eyes vvas a pair of small heels sticking over the edge of this box. lt proved to be Vera Forbis vvho explained that she got scared and started to run down the hall. just as she came around the cor- ner Miss Bishop, vvho was going the same way, passed her and upset her in the Waste paper box. lt vvould not have been so bad then except for the fact that Vera crammed her head into ten or tvvelve vvads of second-hand gum. Princess Pat had rolled out of her bed and then rolled under it, for the only thing she could think of was that she had left the electric iron turned on again and it had burned through the board and hit the floor. Miss Colbert said the noise didnlt frighten her a bit as she thought it was just Ross Parks at piano practice. One result of the earthquake was that everyone was able to get to Sunday school on time, so another quake was ordered for the next Sunday. Page Seventy-Seven

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TO MRS. COLE Who is the one who treats us nice, And feeds us 'beanls and pork and rice, And 1et's us ask for pudding twice? That must be Mrs. Cole. And if we miss a meal or two What is the thing We always do? lVe get a bit to pull us thru By asking Mrs. Cole. And when We're sick who brings a tray Up to us several times a day? And has a cheerful Word to say? Why sure, that's Mrs. Cole. Some day we'l1 leave this world below And up to Paradise we'l1 go, Where We'll meet lots of friends We know Among them Mrs. Cole. b G. Jantzen A MAID When I was young I loved a maid So charming and so fair, She left all others in the shade This maid with raven hair. For years the vision of her face Still lingered in my brain, Just one thought of losing her Would make me half insane. Last week I sought the old home town To take her as my brideg But when I saw her on the street My heart within me died. For O, the maid with raven hair Had a shingle bob, by geeg The barber had done his dirty Work She was a sight to see. M. S. '27 Page Seventy-Nine