Cumnock School - Chronicle Yearbook (Los Angeles, CA)

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WE NEVER KNOW We never know, For lips are sealed, And hearts are seldom seen: What sorrows oft a smile conceals, We never know. We never know The untold cares, The heartaches, and the woe, When silence speaks a soul's despair, We never know. MARY WILEY PEACE TRIUMPHANT Gently, Gently, the wind doth fan my weary brow and the surging fire within me. The melody-laden winged messengers of the heavens Chirp with joy, affection-freedom. The murmuring brook trips gaily o'er pebble and shallow, while, Fragrance fills the air with a strong and wonderful sweetness. All around me is peace-yet within me commotion-conflict! My soul cries out with wild lamentation Shall I never have peace? Harkl the exquisite bird of Paradise doth sing a heavenly message. I wonder--I wonder-could it be to me? Yea, truly they are His heavenly heralds Bringing tranquility into my heart. And in the gentle breeze I feel His caressing touch . . . Ah-my turbulent soul has found peace . . . That sublime peace that I shall never lose. Slowly, out of the heavens with Apocalyptical splendor, Sinks the High Priest of light and comfort, the broad, crimson sun. Thus, nature and man are lost in peaceful reverie. URSULA M ICHELSON

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HOW T0 DRIVE CARS AND TERRORIZE PEOPLE lt is not difficult to drive a car and terrorize people, practically anyone can do this, and it will afford him many hours of pleasure. The first consideration is the material used, which, fortunately for the average person, is quite simple. All that is needed is an automobile. The novice will notice, on first mounting behind the wheel, that there is an assortment of pedals on the floor, which may be put under the general heading of Stuff . Above this, on the dashboard, there may be found a num- ber of other gadgets, which are of varying degrees of importance to the driver. Projecting through the floor is a sort of stick called the gearshift, which has two purposes. One is to prevent three people from being able to be comfortable seated in front, and the other is to be pushed around at the driver's convenience. The first step will be to push a small button, which is often referred to technically as the starter . lt is almost needless to state that in this sport there is absolutely no need of paying any attention to the position of the gearshift at this stage of the game. lf he is able, the beginner is now ready to put the car in motion. Mustering all his strength, he should jerk the gearshift toward himself. This probably will be accompanied by a vio- lent screaming. He then should push the shift away from himself, and if he doesn't go into reverse and start down the street backwards, the next step will be to bring the shift back again, only not in the same position as before. lt should now be so placed that if there are three persons in the front seat, it would be thrust into the central passenger's lap. During the above operations the driver should push the left floor pedal down with his foot, or if he is so inclined, his hand. Each time, this pedal, called in scien- tific circles the clutch , may be let back with a quick jerk. The machine is now under way: now the secret of driving has been mas- tered. There are a few who are inclined to go off the deep end and learn one or two traffic rules. However, they may be disregarded. lt is sufficient to learn the three basic signals. The first: thrust three fingers of the left hand out of the open window and apply a wriggling motion. Second: place hand out of partly opened window and open and close fist. Third: place head and shoulders out of window, meanwhile thrashing left arm violently. These signals are used widely, and as there is no clear idea of what they represent, it does not greatly matter when they are substituted for each other. Perhaps it is unnecessary to mention, but the pedal on the right side is the brake . A truly skilled artist seldom needs this, and the horn fills its place admirably. The enthusiast will find his efforts well rewarded, and as he becomes more experienced he will find more and more joy and pleasure in driving cars and terrifying people. VIRGINIA PETERS 9l

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THE BECCAR Tattered, torn, and trembling, Begging for his alms, Pitifulest pittance In his wrinkled palms. Weary, worn, and wretched, Eyes devoid of hope, Struggling for existence Against odds he cannot cope. MARY WILEY A SHORT, SHORT STORY Huddled miserably against a low stone railing overlooking the ocean, a shivering emaciated beggar mumbled incoherently to himself over his last cig- arette. Suddenly, from behind him, he heard the stealthy shuffling of heavy feetg the precious cigarette dropped from his nervous fingers into the murky waters below him. With a curse he turned and stumbled off into the dark- ness. Behind him crept another beggar, a knife half hidden beneath the folds of his tattered coat. A few hours later, through the steady drizzling of the treacherous fog which had settled down over the ocean, two men, bearing the wasted form of a fellow creature between them, reached the same stone railing against which the destitute beggar had leaned. Quite evidently suicide, concluded one, examining the ragged knife wound. Poor beggar-don't blame him much, remarked the other. Beggar is right-look at that suit! laughed the first. Chuckling quietly to himself he walked to the railing, peered down into the swirling water, then came back to the body sprawled on the wet pave- ment. Come on, over the side with you! he commanded. May he rest in peace, remarked his companion as they swung their bur- den clear. A faint splash answered him as the two men turned away. ANN MOREY 93