Eureka High School - Sequoia Yearbook (Eureka, CA)

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i fin wnglanh CClass Phophecyj The unexpected will happen to every one of us, for, after spending an in- finite period of time in a seemingly unconscious condition, I awoke to find myself in a dusty corner of a toy shop,-a brass Monkey. Having heard the clock in a far off tower strike twelve, which is the time of awakening in the toy world, I hastily kicked off the lid of my box, wondering if similar fates had been met by my friends of the long ago. As I crawled from the box a big Teddy Bear regarded me sleepily out of shoe button eyes, and I was not surprised to learn that it was Leland Connick. I asked him where the rest were and he waved a paw lazily down the long shelf, then went to sleep again. As I continued on my way I met a little China Cat whom I knew to be Edith Drake, while a couple of elegant Paris dolls in a show case were Myrtle Tripp and Irene Loofbourrow. A billiken grinning near I recognized as Bryan Epps, and a Wooly black lamb as Gerald Monroe. A group of japanese dolls, serving tea on a drum, resembled Nellie Wilson, Lillian Waldorff and Frances Roberts. As I approached they fled, much to the joy of the drum whom I could plainly see was Chas. Moore, while the drum sticks were Paul Heney and Charley Vlfatson. Two saw-dust beauties propped against an easel, I recognized as Nelle Quill and Lorene Durnford. With fetching smiles and alluring glances, they were in deep conversation with a Billy Possum, no other than John McLean. A candy parrot chattering away to a gingerbread boy next attracted my attention. I discovered the parrot to be Flossie Simpson, while the boy was Will Trott. I stopped to find out the news but as there was nothing excitingly interesting I passed on. ' Near a bon-bon box, a tin soldier making love to a little rag doll was Mc Monroe, the doll, Helen McMillan, of course. Going further I beheld a little tin horn blowing away with all its might, Cloyd Gale I knew that to be, and then I turned my attention to a couple of circus elephants who were doing stunts on a ladder-George Brown and John Aubin. 4 W'hile I was thus engaged, a goat cart passed, filled with bisque ladies with parasols. Among them I could discern Elizabeth Duprey, Ida I-Iermanson and Grace Quigg. The goat was Herbert Clattenberg. A musical top, formerly Fern Kellar, spun by, bumping me rudely into a Susie Damn doll which I knew was Carrie Day, for after being knocked down she game up bright and smiling as ever. After scrambling over a pile of boxes and rubbish, I came upon a Bo-Peep doll, making a sketch of Sleeping Boy Bluee-Vesta Heckman and John Sinclair, respectively. A couple of tinsel butterflies hovered near, and were easily recog- nized as Ethel Jennings and Eleanor Pehrson. PAGE EIGHTEEN

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A wooden Indian guarding a toy cigar shop I knew to be George I'ine. A neat nurse maid pushing a perambulator. was no other than Katie Cummings, while the baby doll inside was Greta Heckman. Among a group of porcelain maidens playing fish pond I discovered Evelyn Parks, Margaret Mathews, Jeanette Hess and Eleanor Bryant. The fish were Harry Beckwith and Maurice Peterson. and queer fish they were too. A paper rose on a valentine was Anna Schortgen, while a copper policeman patroling a chess board was Leon Conant. As I was nearing the end of the shelf I realized that I had seen every one of that famous class except Mildred Hunter. Icould find no trace of her, but after- wards learned she had been kidnaped by a Morris dancer. George Edwards was also missing but I found out that he had been sent back for repairs. By this time, just as light of day was coming through the windows of the shop, I speedily jumped back into my box. thinking that after all, fate had done her best and life was worth while. even to a brass monkey. NZ 0 . lg wx Uhr Enh nf Bag Sunset in her crimson robes. All haloed by her radiant light, Kisses her rosy Finger tips, And smilingly bids the earth Good-night. Then the gentle twilight comes, Mantled in her somber gray: Vl'ith a murmured benediction Speeds on the parting day. Then silently, swiftly, steadily. 'When the evening bells have rung. The dark-shrouded night enfolds the world And the busy day is done. PAGE NINETEEN