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

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you, my little friend, in a corner of the wagon. The man called these beautiful woods Redwoods. They are the largest trees I ever saw. This morning we started good and early and this afternoon we arrived at our destination. This is a pretty village called Ferndale although it is much larger than Bridgeville. August 4.-Well, I am settled for awhile I guess. I almost forgot and left my book in the wagon but after a good deal of kicking and fussing I managed to bring it along with me. It was all very strange to me when I was put off with the man at his home. As I said before I didn't like the man. He is very kind to me, but just now when I was in the front yard I found out that the girl with the curly hair lives just across the street. She comes over and talks to me. I think I'll make a perfect nuisance of myself so the man will get rid of me. The girl says she would like to have me. August 15.-Just as I plan so it happens. I a1n living with the girl. Very busy playing with Sport, the dog. No time to write. Augst 17.-I am very happy only that there isn't much room in tl1e yard to play. There are lots of strange, ugly looking dogs. August 20.-I am in a new home. I left my book out in the dew and it is getting old. Except that the girl isn't here I am very much contented with my new home. Here I find a new man and boy. I like the boy very much. We play together and he feeds me lots of sugar in a little cloth which I suck. There is a nice cool creek runnig close by. Bordering this is a cypress hedge and a nice big yard. Best of all in this yard is the remains of a summer garden. There are all kinds of good things to eat here. Generally after breakfast on a great bottle of milk I lunch all morning on beans. At middday I go down to the creek for a drink and then find a nest to sleep in under the hedge. In the afternoon I come out and browse on rose petals and cosmos leaves. August 23.-This morning I was in the yard and a great black dog passing spied me. Before I knew it he was right at me barking and his mouth wide open. Oh, how I ran. I hardly knew which way to go. I Fall down to the creek but still he followed nie. Then I thought of the house, so I ran back to the kitchen door and fairly hurled myself against the screen. The lady rushed to the door and let nie in. The dog was close enough once to bite me on the back. The people are all good to me here. When the mornings are real cold they let me in before the kitchen range to get warm. When the front door is open I like to slip upstairs and get right up in the middle of one of the beds to sleep. They chase me out whenever they iind me up there. August 30.-My little book is nearly full now. I'll have to be looking out for a new one. I am having a fine time. October 12.-I've been very busy lately and have sadly neglected my Diary. ,Sometimes I fight with my feet when the boys are playing with me. This morning I kept hearing the people talking about me. They said I was going to be mean and strike some one some day to hurt him. Becamse of this I must be sent to some park where there is a safe place for me. The lady wanted to keep me a while yet but the new man said I must go. October 20.--This evening while I was in the yard I heard the man say that the next morning I was to he put in a box to be sent east. I had been given to a man. Good-bye, little Diary. There is only just a little room left. Tomorrow, maybe I'll Hnd a little time to finish that. October 21.-Here I am in my box hard, tight and fast to be sent away. I feel as though my heart will break. The new boy has just been to tell me good-bye. He gave me all kinds of good things. Before I came here and filled my box with sugar and tender rose peals. Around my neck be tied a ribbon with my name upon it. As I start on my journey, I know not where I leave you, my Diary, my happy home and those I leave behind.-Clara Beasley '09.

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so from time to time I could enjoy the scenery. The man was very gentle and kind to me but I can't say I enjoyed my ride. During this ride I learned never to be afraid of people. July 25.-I have survived it all and am now off in a quiet corner. I will write some more in my Dia1'y. I see the people making marks upon something white which they call paper. I think I'll try that way myself. It looks lots easier than this slow way of chewing holes in leaves. Let's see. Where did I leave off. Oh, yes, I remember. After riding for almost one half day we came to a place where some very strange creatures run out to meet us. They resemble the boys in height and ligure but wear different clothes. They are known as the lady and girls.' They are all very much delighted with me and talk a great deal. We rode under some trees and here we found three tents and all that goes to make up a comfortable camp. I was so hungry I just felt weak. They did everything else for me but feed me until finally the lady remembered that I must be hungry. They sent some- one back a.cross the river to a place called a farm house. In a little while they came back with a bottle full of white creamy milk. This dinner was the best I ever tasted. While I was lunching there acrose what seemed a great problem of naming me. They talked and talked about it until the man spoke up and said: We'll call him Cisco Kid, so Cisco Kid I am called. July 26.-Things have been going so fast that I hardly find time to keep up with my Diary, Now I've gotten on to the way people keep their records and with pencil it is much easier. I found the dearest little book and have copied all my old Diary. I keep it hidden behind the log where I hide. There is only one thing that troubles me and that is why doesn't my mother come back to me. Enough of this, I must hurry or I'll miss something going on in camp. I'm so contented with life here among these sweet smelling pine trees. ' Theman does not feed me very often so I never grow very friendly with him. In fact I never did like him very much at all. The girl I like best is the one who feeds me most often. She has pretty brown curly hair, the biggest blue eyes and the easiest way of touching you when she is giving you your lunch out of the bottle. When I get hungry I pick out one of those creatures with a skirt on and trot around right at her heels until she feeds me to get rid of me. When lunch is over for me, I creep 011' by a bush or a log where they can hardly tell me and my white spots from the colors of nature. Sometimes I hear them searching everywhere for me but I keep real still close against my log beneath a hazel nut bush. They nearly step on me before they can see me. Sometimes I am captured and hauled about by the string on my neck to be shown off before some company. I don't like to come a bit so I just pull back and make myself stiff until they pick me up and carry me along even though I keep up a strenuous kicking with all four feet. July 27.--I was interrupted yesterday because company came and I had to be shown off. My! they nearly caught me writing. They might have seen easily that I was just pretending sleep. At night I go in one end of a tent that the girl with the curly hair and another girl sleep in. Some time I break my tether string and go over where the girls are asleep. I kiss their faces to show how fond .of them I am, but they don't seem to like it at all. They bang me and push me and when I still persist'they finally get up and tie me to my stake again. ' July 28.-Oh, what an excitement there was last night. About one o'clock I heard them talking and there was a great rumble and rattle which disturbed me. When I was quite awake I found the girls sitting up in bed and our tent in a heap upon the ground. VVe could see all shapes and sizes of ghost-like figures Hitting about among the trees and we thought we heard the man laughing in his tent with the boys. I gather from the girls' talk that this was in return for bread crumbs dried thoroughly in the sun and scattered 'among the blankets of the boys' beds. Just a few small favors that the girls can do the boys. So we spent the rest of the night in the cold without any tent. I made a nuisance of myself with the girls until they got tired of me and took me over close to the boys' tent and tied me to a stump. I was in hopes the boys would take me in but they were not a bit nice to me. They were awfully selfish with their old tent and did not offer to take me in. I don't like boys at all. A girl for me every time. July 30.-Life is very pleasant here among the cool pine trees and the good times we have are certainly fine. The days come and go before we realize they are here. This morning they are talk- ing about having to go home in time for high school to open and about taking me with them. They are decided now that I am to go with them and am to be Cisco Kid the high school mascot. August 2.--Bright and early this morning before the sun was quite above the big blue mountain we left this happy camping ground for a new home. I know not where. You may be sure l didn't forget my little book. Itook it right along with me all morning until they put me in the wagon. Now I will write when I can without their finding me out. We traveled long through woods and past brown 1'ields of grain. VVe passed a place where there was a great bridge which I never saw before and some houses and people. They called this place Bridgeville. We stayed all night among some beautiful trees. August 3.-There was so much to see last night that I did not get time to write but I tucked

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The Sophomore Girls We are the Sophomore girls of the If. U. H. S.. That we are very jolly you may readily guess, Every morning, early you may see us all at school, Where we study very hard and mind every rule-. At eight forty-iive we enter the room of wrath, For that is what descends when we enter Math. There we draw triangles, circles and chords All around the big black boards. When we try to demonstrate, Lothing is fixed, For points, lines and angles always get mixed. But we are loyal members of Geometry Two, And we'll always rally round our watchword, HD. O. A study period, a short recess. Then off we go to Caesar class. But when we get there alas! we find That we have left our brains behind. YVe mistranslato the latin, till the teacher in despair Crys aloud, and we hear Think! echoed on the air. England, Spain, Russia, France, Austria, Prussia Are in a dreadful whirl. Don't you feel sorry for the Sophomore girl? Feudalism, chivalry, church and state, Renaissance, Revolution notes are what we hate. Crusades, nations, wars, allied relations, Did you ever guess such a thing could be as this. But do not think we study all day For you may be sure we like to play At basketball and tennis we take our turn And even the punching bag we do not spurn. So you see, at work and play This is the' way we spend the day. And here the poetess will drop her pen If youlll cheer for the girls of 1910. I Az ii, is '51-I X 5 ' . , . . , if ' ---, .A Q -A--711 5 I Q 2 3 ll, f 'T 'I 'f3.,Ef??- in 537-T' .r -n L.- 'f '