Ferndale Union High School - Tomahawk Yearbook (Ferndale, CA)

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Q Ode to 'Geometry Geometry! thou shouldst be with us at this hour We have ned of thee: all is a sea Of unknown waters, both algebra and trigonometry, Our Principal, the man who us with threats did shower Has seemingly expended all his power On the one branch. If only thou with us could be, There is no one but who would agree That we possessed man's greatest flower Alas we must all share a common fate And when they speak of variables look on with awe, For we were told if only this we saw He would not feel as if his work had been in vain And now you would have found us with the great lf only thou could with us have lain.

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fi il, FIM le I o , if W f A Legend ' N i It is said by the Indians that long ago when the world was one big hunting ground, there lived in the forest a little Indian maid with her father. Now every evening when this little maid went to rest, she could see shining through the branches of the redwoods a star, and night after night as she lay on her woodland bed looking up at the sky she would say, Ah! beautiful star, how 'I love you, but you, a son of the Great Chief could never' love a simple little Indian maiden like me, and then she would hide her face and weep and the giant trees would bend their heads and whisper softly, for it pained them to see their child in tears. N But the star, as he shone down through the trees, saw and heard and a great love filled his heart for the little Indian Girl and one night when all was still came down from heaven and stole her away with him. A great many moons came and went and the Indian maiden and her star husband lived happily together. But, alas! one day she became jealous of her husband and was cast from heaven by him. In vain she pleaded and begged to be allowed to return, but he shook his head and said: Nog a fallen star never returns to heaven. He then, taking pity on her, changed her into a flower and fastened her to the earth with a long slender chain, and today her story is told by the Indian chil- dren who gather her in the woods and call her the Shooting Starf'-Anne Monroe '11, 4