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

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ever will boil his eggs this morning? And he always says that no one could boil them quite like I could! Here the poor creature wept so hard she fainted and rolled off the desk. Hey, duck! loudly whispered Tommy Eraser who had been standing guard over the door. There was a great scuffle, then all was silence. Mr. Halley entered the senior room. Looking around, he spied a small gold pencil lying on the floor beside the teacher's desk. Picking it up, he laid it down carefully and went out. Soon the busses arrived with their merry loads of students. Another day had started. -FRANCES FISHER, '28, To Mt. Fuji The king of mountains, thee we praise, On thy holy throne so high Thou rulest all the seas and sky. Thy summit covered with ancient snow, As old as history doth know, Shall shine in the glory of the rising sung Thy slopes in garments of purple gay, Shall beautify the grandeur of the ending day. The pride of a nation, the symbol sublime Of a spirit that guided the nation divine, The queen of beauty, thee we praise. -ALFRED AKAMATSU, '29. Sonnet To a Kitten Oh kitty mine, oh kitty mine, Your days of romping pow are past. You were my kitten to the last, And you've gone to leave me pine. Oh kitty mine, oh kitty mine, I fondled you and held you fast. All other kittens you've surpassed In all my thoughts, my dear feline. The best of friends were you and I, And that you clearly understood, For where I'd go you'd follow night In hill or field or vale or wood. Now I sit here and sob and sigh, To think that you have gone for good. -ELIZABETH WIEDMAN, '28. -wt 2614+

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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+-

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