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

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Anne was scrubbing the marble slab at the back door when a stranger came around the corner of the house. He explained that he was looking for the heirs of old Jonathan Edwards Crosby. Anne wasn't sure whether that was John's grandfather or not-no, there were no records or papers of identification about the house, she was sure of that. At last she thought of the old burying ground in the lower Held. She and the lawyer walked across the fields and searched carefully for an inscription bearing the name, Jonathan Edward Crosby. Anne was again disappointed, but she smiled as she went in the kitchen to get a cool drink for the lawyer. As she came out the lawyer said, Could this marble slab have come from the old cemetery? Why yes, she said, how stupid of me to forget! In a few moments they had pried the old stone up and were scouring upon itg some of the letters were rather faint but legible. Mary Louise's education was in that old door step! -GEORGE KING, '28. Meditation Standing by the banks of a beautiful river, Thinking of sorrow and pain, I scarcely noticed the wonder before me, Thinking only of loss and gain. So deep was I in my thoughts That I suddenly awoke with a start To hear the joyful song of a little bird Coming straight from the singer's heart. I wondered how he could sing with such joy, But after a moment I knew, For this tiny creature of God's Was inspired by the beautiful view. Yes, this tiny bird. was much wiser Than all the great thinkers on earth, For he had looked at a scene full of beauty And had seen it, and discovered the truth. He did the world a kindness When he sang his song so gay, While I with my thoughts and my problems Seliishly wasted my time away. -CLEONE WARR, '29. -Mi 24 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+

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Wfhile Mortals Sleep! cpm? CNG! Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong! The clocks in the little town of Courtland had just anf nounced the arrival of that bewitching hour of midnight. In the senior registration room of the high school all was silent. Then a V' ' Q sharp querulous voice pierced the stillness. Twelve o'clock. Dear me, how the time does fly! Another day of torture almost here. The speaker was Elaine Eraser. My yes, answered her sister, Edna Eraser, and how we shall suffer! I hope never to have such a day again as yesterday. Talk about a law against cruelty to animals, there ought to be a law against cruelty to erasers! Those horrid boys, all they think we are for is to be thrown around. I never had to powder my nose so many times before, as I did yesterday. Poor Charlotte Chalk, she is just about worn out from powdering my nose! Well, well! How do you do, ladies? said a courtly old fashioned voice. Turn' ing around, Elaine and Edna saw a rather dirty, torn Hamlet walking toward them. Humph, and who might you be? asked Elaine Eraser, who was frightfully ill' bred and ignorant. I? Oh, I belong rightfully to a senior, but, like all seniors, he was walking along with his head in the air, and I quietly dropped from his arm. I'Ie'll never find me. And Hamlet calmly seated himself in a desk and began to read. L'I'Iere, here, what's all this complaining going on here? queried a sleepy voice, it's a pity sensible folks can't have a bit of rest. I never worked so hard in all my life as I did yesterday! And then my owner goes oif and leaves me for someone else to pick up and lay on Miss Robinson's desk, where Mr. Halley found me and dis' played me to all the classes. I was never so mortiiied in all my life. My poor husf band! No one to give him his warm milk last night. And he does like it so much. You should talk, Prudence Pencil!'1 snapped Charlotte Chalk, you ought to be I. Then you'd have something to crab about! Such a life. What with keeping these vain erasers' noses powdered for them, and being broken up into bits and thrown at boys, I'm sure I don't know where I'm going to end. For there is sunshine all the day through, sang Sallie Soft Eraser, as she danced down from one of the senior's desks. My good people, what is the meaning of this gathering? Do you belong in the senior room? For Sallie had imbibed some of the haughtiness of the seniors. Humph, snorted Edna Eraser, there is that snippy Sallie Soft Eraser, who tries to lord it over everyone because she lives in a senior's desk in peace and quiet. We were just discussing our troubles, and all the insults we have to put up with every day, said Prudence Pencil. Oh, my poor husband, my poor husband! Who H25 144+-