Courtland Union High School - La Perita Yearbook (Courtland, CA)

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Don juan OMO esta Ud., senora? queried a voice from behind the senora Lal Paz. Senora La Paz was an elderly woman, who had lived most of her life in Spain. T hen she had moved to Mexico, where she now lived. L'!Hola! she exclaimed, you have frightened me. :fig Si! asked the voice, in a very pleasing manner, so sorry to have inf terrupted you. What can I do for you, don juan? This time she showed superiority and ack' nowledged the fact that she was the oldest and most reliable woman in the little town, called San Pablo. When her husband had died three years before, she was Very young at the age of ninetyftwo and now at the age of ninetyfiive she still had some of her youth left, but felt old age creeping on her, and so she kept herself out of doors when the weather was warm. As it happened she was watering the roses in her flower garden, when don Juan Alverto appeared around the corner and greeted her. Juan had wished for a long time that he would have the privilege of asking Senora La Paz for her hand in mar' riage, but the opportunity had never occurred, so he was obliged to close his lips. Juan was about ninetyfseven years old, and he felt old age creeping on him, but nevertheless, he felt that he ought to have some pleasure in his last days. Today was the day he had decided upon to ask her for her hand in marriage. This day he had planned for weeks and weeks, now at last it had come, and he was saying, Very nice weather we have out today, no es verdad? Si, ya lo creo, she answered, not suspecting anything serious. May I speak to you alone in the house? he asked anxiously. The senora looked puzzled, but consented. When inside of the house she asked, What can I do for you? Wifwifwill yfyfyou mfmfma-, he faltered, as a searching look came into her eyes. May I help you? he finished desperately, and fell into a chair utterly ex' hausted. Why yes, of course, laughed Senora La Paz, but why did you need to come inside to ask me that? -MARGARET FALLMANN, '30. FAIRY CLOUDS When I sailed over Fairy Town I saw a cart of thistlefdown, Fairy clouds, without a doubt, For little sprites to puff about. -ELIZABETH WIEDMANN, '28. .4941 22 M-

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A Lad Y His Forde' A lad ther was of Courtlond Hyeg He was yfcleped a regular guye. A Forde hadde he, in color of grene, Which he polished y washed clene. He was all set for a real rydeg Y to finde a road, yfopen it wide. A pathe he founde in the countree, That was as straight as it could be. He pulled the hondle full steam ahead, Until the engine became verray reed. Alas! there came a traffic cope, That slowede him up y made him stope. Singinge he was, or floyting, all the wayg But now he was speechless, y have naught to say. He was not arrestedg but given a chaunce, For this was his first time in this offaunce. He drove homeward in spirit al gaye, Singinge The End of a Parfit Dayef' -CURTIS CHEW, '28 fwith apologies to Dan Chaucerj. The Old Door Step NNE CROSBY and her husband, john, were sitting by the fire talking and thinking, mostly thinking. This last crop failure seemed more than they could bear. Twenty years of farming had left them still poor, still hoping for the time when there would be two or three good crops in succession. just now it seemed quite necessary to have a little moneyg for wasn't Mary Louise to go to college this fall? Ever since Mary Louise had arrived, some eighteen years ago, her mother's one determination had been that when her daughter was old enough she must go to a New England college. Now it seemed as if she was to be disappointed again. John was hopeful as usual-it would be better next year. It had been the same story ever since he had brought Anne out West to live on the farm he had inherited from his grandfather years before. It had been a dilapidated old place-why there wasn't even a decent backfstep to the house! john had dragged in a piece of white marble from the old family burying ground, and placed it where the old broken step had been. He would make some regular steps sometime soon. Anne was still scrubbing the old white marble step after twenty years of married life. The next morning John left early for the neighboring town, thinking he could borrow some money there. -+fvi2s14+