Elsinore Union High School - El Lago Yearbook (Wildomar, CA)

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The Elninnrun followed in your sinful mother's foot- steps! She, who because she was ruled by her heart, disobeyed the will of Fa- ther Antonio, met death by her own do- ing! Now, you, too, shall meet the same death. Tomorrow evening you will be burned, here! Do you hear me, you sinful daughter? She turning away covered her face with her hands. Trabuco moved to- ward her. Stand back, young man! cried the priest. Tomorrow evening you will be- come a mountain. Through all the ages you will lie south of that lake yonder! Still. even now a white cloud hovers over the great figure of the sleeping giant, who was Trabuco, the Indian boy. It is exactly the same kind of a cloud as appeared when the girl was burned. If you look closely, very closely, you can sometimes see a pair of large dark eyes. They are not sad any more, for frowning Father Antonio has no power to keep her from Trabuco any longer. LA VERNE PEARSON-'20. illlnrning nn links Elainnrr The water lies so calm and still, The sun is shining o'er the hill, The lake appears as tho at rest. The mountain views its lofty crest Reflected in the glassy deep, And seems to smile at its rugged steep. And then from yonder tree is heard A titter from an awak'ning bird. Then out upon the breeze doth float A song of many a different note From other songsters now awake, Each bidding good morning to his mate. Then other noises catch the ear- The splashing of oars from a boat quite near, Or the echo of some tinkling bells Re-sounding from the herds in the distant dells. This beautiful picture with the morning's ray Assures the pleasure of a perfect day. And how thrilling to view it from the shore, In mornings on Lake Elsinore! CLARA SLOSSON. '19, p Easing QD11 the 611811 Goat is the future perfect tense of kid. There are two main varieties of goats. One kind is the native of the barnyard and i-s useful chiefly for dairy products and for eating old tin cans, shoes and stockings, old or new, and various other things found around the average home. The other is found chiefly in the fresh- man class and is useful to tease and tell jokes about. One of the chief differences between these kinds is the fact that the barn- yard goat amuses himself at the expense of others, while the freshman variety amuses others at its own expense. Also the barnyard goat after said amusement gleefully says: Mah-eh-eh-eh- , while the freshman goat dolefully says: Ma-a-a-a-ama-a-a. JOHN PETERS-'22.

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The Elainnrnn l Efrahurn Far away in the hills there lived a strange Indian boy. I 'say strange, be- cause his people called him so. Often he wandered by himself far away- sometimes not returning to his tribe for days, possibly weeks. He did not hunt as the braves of his tribe did, and it was the cause of much wonderment among the wise men what he did. Perhaps he dreamed of great ambitions, who knows? But that is not my story. One day Trabuco again got the wan- dering fever, and he set out. He walk- ed until nightfall over hills and through canyons. It was not uncommon for him to lie under the heavens for his only roof, but he saw a light close by. He thought it might be some lone per- son's dwelling, and he decided to beg shelter. He found it to be a convent. A black-robed priest cordially invited him in, and gave him his supper. It being too early to retire, Trabuco started to explore the convent. He came to the chapel. A nun was the only person in the room. and she was praying. Trabuco entered Quietly and kneeled. Remaining thus for a few moments, the nun rose and faced him. Ah! it was a girl. just a young girl, and not a nun as he had supposed. Trabu-' co gasped, she was so beautiful! Her dark eyes were fixed on him in aston- ishment. Where--where did you come from? she asked coming slowly toward him. Trabuco pointed in some direction, but he was looking at this pale. dark- eyed person standing before him. i She was so unlike the stupid brown maidens of his tribe. 4 Someone entered the room and the girl shrank back, her eyes widening in fear. A priest, a scowling, fierce-look- ing fellow, came forward. Go! he said to Trabuco. The boy did as he was bid. He went to the room assigned by the priest who had given him his supper. Trabuco stood near the window gaz- ing absently toward a little lake far away. But it was not the calm blue waters he saw, but a pair of big dark eyes, frightened, sad eyes. - There was a knock at the door. Tra- buco shivered. The priest! he murmured. Slowly he opened the door. The powerful priest was not there frowning angrily at him, but the girl of the chapel. Come, she said. He followed, he knew not where. She led the way down several halls and out into a small garden, surrounded by a tall adobe wall. This, said the girl, indicating the garden, is my refuge. These are my flowers. I put them here. This is the one privilege Father Antonio has al- lowed me. But you-you must go! See that stone, remove it and go! Why must I go? Trabuco asked. Do not ask me, but go for your life. I beg you. Oh, please, do as I ask! she entreated. Trabuco, not knowing exactly why, did as she asked. He returned to his tribe. But noth- ing interested him. He remained at the camp, huddled beside the fire all day and night. At evening when the braves returned from their hunting grounds. and all was happy around him. Trabuco remained unconscious even of their very presence. But the wise men were puzzled. He should marry. 'they said. shaking their sage heads. or they sadly prophesied a woeful end for him. One morning Trabuco disappeared. He went back to the convent. He found the secret door to the garden and en- tered. He gave a low cry as he saw the girl bending over her flowers. You! she cried, Oh, you must go. you MUST. No, no, Trabuco answered. I came because I couldn't stay away. Let me die here. rather than leave you again! A dark shadow appeared at the en- trance to the garden. It was the scowl- ing priest, angrier than ever. He came forward and stood beside the shrinking girl. So you have disobeyed! You have

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Eh: ililninnrun Eliarmrr llnnrn aah thv Zlinrh Farmer Jones and his wife lived on a small farm in Kentucky. Farmer Jones was tall and gawky with an Uncle Sam beard. He usually wore blue overalls and blue shirt, with a red bandana around his neck. Let me add, too, that his shoes were unusual- ly large. Of course his feet were not! His wife, Mandy, was short and fat and worshipped her husband. She also knew how to cook good things to eat. Perhaps that is why Farmer Jones mar- ried her. Farmer Jones' farm was a neat little place and they had many chickens. One evening, as they were eating their supper, Mandy read a letter to her husband from their son in college. Now listen here. paw, she said, is a letter from Frank. Dear folks :- Will have vacation soon. About two weeks I think. I am coming home and am bringing the Ford with me. Hope you are as well as I am. Your loving son, Frank. Now what in the world do you sup- po-se he is bringing a ford for? Why there is one down at the end of the creek and he couldn't bring a ford with him. He needn't think he's as bright as all that. Q Aw. 'gwan. Mandy. it's a nickname Them thar for wife. I'll bet yer life. college fellers git all kinds of new fan- gled names for every dog-gone thing thar is. replied Farmer Jones, crossing his knees in a dignified manner. Man- dy gave in meekly as she always did. and' began to think whether she would give the Ford a rolling-pin or some flat-irons for a wedding present. Much preparation went on in the little farm-house the next week. Mandy cooked pies, cakes, puddings and brought up things from the cellar such as jams, jellies, nuts and apples. If you had been around on a certain Mon- day night, you would have seen Farmer Jones chasing all over the chicken yard for a certain fat hen, and once he stumbled over the chicken feed trough. He let fly some words that make men feel good. He limped a trifle for he had bumped his shin, Right whar it hurt too. ' Tuesday morning found both up and preparing for the home-comers. About eleven o'clock, Mandy put on her best dress and Farmer Jones put on his black suit that had been in style twelve years ago. The socks showed between his trousers and the top of his shoes, and his shirt 'sleeves showed at the hand. While Mandy was putting the finish- ing touches to the table, Farmer Jones called out from the bed-room, Mandy whar in the 'Sam Hill' did ya put that thar stick pin with the yaller stone in it at? Right in the box in the left-hand side of the top dresser drawer, under- neath a pile of ribbons, Mandy an- swered, going on with her work. Wall why in the dickens don't ya tell me whar it is? he replied, getting cross. She came and found it for him. About twelve o'clock a rattling noise was heard outside. Mandy and Farmer Jones rushed out and what did they see but Frank, in a wagin with no ho's to it. Frank laughed inwardly at the look on their faces, then greeted them as a boy would who hadn't seen ma and dad for a long time. Wall you fool kid, why didn't ya bring the ho's, too? It ain't downhill all the way back and that thing won't go uphill with no ho's to it, hollereds Far- mer Jones, going around the Ford and looking at it. All of the sudden was heard from Mandy, but where is your wife? 'the Ford' as you called it. Why, I declare, you two got fooled this time. You thought this Ford of mine was a wife, eh? Haw, haw, said Frank, nearly doubling up with laugh- ter. He told them to get in and go for a joy-ride, but this is what he received in reply: Nope, you're not goin' to git me in