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

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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 '

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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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As the Tree Falls Early one beautiful morning last July, l started out with a party of friends to witness the logging operations in a nearby lumber camp. For several days We had heard the tremendous crash- es and the trembling earth quiver as each monarch left its proud place among its fellow redwoods and fell to earth, but could see nothing of the work, only the cloud of red-brown dust that rose. As we crossed the river nothing broke the stillness of the morning, save the murmur of water hurry- ing over the nearby riffle and the occasional shrill, distant squeal of the donkey engine at work. This was the only incongruous note that seemed to reveal the presence of an enemy in that peace- ful scene, where the heavy fringe of redwood forest came down almost to the water's edge on the one side and towering cliffs rose abruptly on the other, making the picture one of wild, majestic beauty. After walking a short distance on the river bar, we entered the shadows of the royal trees themselves. Here silence brooded over all, no bird note was heardg the sky was not visible and only occasionally would a few rays of light iind their way through the heavy foliage. They would make a path of gold through the green gloom and light up dim aisles among the cathedral spiresf' Up the heavy bark of some of the trunks crept the graceful poison ivy, covering the seamed sides with delicate green tracery. As the woodland road wound in and out, the way grew lighter and soon we were emerging from the half-light. A turn of the road revealed an open space, and here in the glare of the sun- shine the entire aspect was changed. Desolation was on every hand. The whole tract seemed covered with fallen tree trunks, lying side by side, peeled of their bark, reminding one of descrip- tions of battlefields, where countless heroes had perished in a mortal tight. Onward we went, walking on the huge trunks, in the direction of the engines whose screams were now much louder and more insistent, Soon a very rough roadway appeared where the earth was torn up and every appearance was given that some resisting object had been dragged along it against its will. Farther on were standing trees not far from the railroad track, where one of the donkey engines was stationed. Now we could hear the forces at work, the noise of the engine was al most deafening, but leaving its immediate neighborhood we heard the steady chop of the ax, as its ringing blows were aimed at a tree's sturdy butt, and from close by came the rythmic swish, swish of the cross-cut saw. From a safe position we witnessed every stage of the progress of a redwood from its proud place in the forest to its railroad journey to the mill. After selecting the tree, expert woodsmen studied every detail of its position, and after calculations had been ma.de, a stake was placed which the tree should drive in the ground. Then the choppers took their places and made a V-shaped cut on one side. Meanwhile all the debris was being cleaned from its path, and a cradle was pre- pared to receive it. This was done to prevent destroying it as one fine redwood was smashed to pieces the morning we were there through some carelessness in its felling. After the choppers had inflicted a terrible gash in the tree's side, the sawyers came and began cutting on the opposite side, carefully wedgiug the tree over as they worked. Finally the work was done and the crucial moment has arrived. The workmen continued to push in the wedges until presently the tree began to move. Very, very slowly at first, but gathering speed as it descended until the mighty giant crash- ed to earth with awful force. The roar of its terrible fall reverberated up and down the opening. Sometimes in the spring when the sap is up, as the tree falls, it will catch its bark against a stump or projection and jump like a yellow snake from its skin, coming out perfectly peeled and slippery. After it was down and the peeling process was finished, the sawyers again attacked it, dividing it into tremendous sections. Then came the work of the donkey engine. A very strong cable was bound around one of the sections, and the other endwas controlled by the engine. At a signal from the superintendent the power was turned on and instantly a tremor passed through the awkward monster. It immeditely began to 'move and right quickly did it follow the leading of the cable up to the track where the flat cars were awaiting their burden. The cable's tremendous power spun one log around so rapidly that the log seemed almost to have life. The powerful engines soon lifted the great logs up on the cars, then piled them one above the other until there were three tiers. Men quickly bound them with great chains, then the locomotive backed in and away they went, over the railroad tracks to the mill. The whistle sounded for noon and our party left with feelings of mingled wonder and regret, wonder at the marvels of modern commercial methods and deep regret at the passing of the beautiful redwood grove, knowing that in one year only a barren waste would be left, with blackened tree stumps and charred timbers as mute witnesses of the former beauty. EMILY E. KEOHAN, '08.