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

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The staff and other students who have contributed their best efforts to this annual are worthy of praise, for it requires time, patience and good, hard work to prepare material for a paper. Along athletic lines We did not this year achieve the glory of former years, but hope in the future to redeem our place, for we have excellent undeveloped material which we are sure will place us again in the front ranks. An innovation inaugurated by our principal, Mr. Moore, was the establishment of a dairying course in the school. This feature has proven especially interesting to many students, as well as to the patrons and resi- dents of Eel River Valley. We are also indebted to the Faculty for the existence in the school of three splendid glee clubs, the same having been most favorably com- mented upon by those fortunate enough to have been entertained by them. During the last semester two excellent German programs have been presented. These entertainments have been particularly interesting to the German people who have never failed to express their appreciation of the efforts of the students, or to give a word of encouragement. Generally speaking the school spirit among the students has been satisfactory, yet there is ample room for a greater enthusiasm-a deeper loyalty to the school and a more perfect unity of action and co-operation. All in all, we are proud of the Ferndale High School, and with each succeeding year we are sure that it will be more and more appreciated by our people. KC PAGE EIGHTEEN

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'illIlllRIlll5 Editor-in-Chief ---- CLAIRE ANNETTE MONROE Business Manager - J. ARTHUR GIACOMINI Literary - - - Rose C. Scorr Art - - - LIZZIE BOYNTON Assistant Aft ANNA MAY KELLEY Society Athletics - - Orro H. HARB1sRs SChOO1.N0teS SUMNER J. DAMON Alumni joshes - - MILDRED SMITH In presenting this issue of the Tomahawk to our friends, we trust that it will be read with interest and criticized with charity. We do not know that it goes to you an improvement over former editions but suhice it to say, it is the best our limited experience permits us to present. First, to the Faculty who has aimed to inspire us at all times to do our best, we would express our gratitude. Also to the patrons of the school, who have interested themselves in school affairs by attending the bi-monthly programsg we would also express our meed of thanks to the advertisers without whose aid the Tomahawk could not be published. PAGE SEVENTEEN

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The Lost Gold NE morning in January, in the year 1873, a little two-masted F755 sailing schooner set sail from a far northern port for Mexico S. and the southern countries. The weather being favorable :f for sailing, weeks came and went, and all was well. But the smooth weather seemed to be at an end, for '9'-H1177 7' now the sky became overcast with black clouds, the wind ' ' blew and the sea's once calm and peaceful bosom became rougher and rougher. All that could be done by the sturdy sailors and crew proved fruitless and the little vessel was driven helplessly far from her course. The wind shrilled through her rigging and the heavy seas were washed over her decks. Still she made some headway against the elements, until, witha great crash, the deck was swept clean of masts, ropes, sails and everything that could be torn off by the engulfing sea. She was now utterly helpless and as powerless to help herself in the raging and foaming sea as the little lamb is in the paws of the fierce and roaring lion. Farther and farther toward the sharp, jagged and gruellingrocks upon the shore she was driven. The few lives on board were as nothing, for they would soon be swallowed up with only a ripple to mark their graves. With a great crash and Va smash the little boat was carried by atremendous wave upon the rocks. The shore was scarcely a hundred feet away, but to swim through the boiling, surging and foaming sea was a feat almost impossible for the most expert swimmer. But life was at stake. A chance was taken. All leaped overboard and made an attempt to struggle for the shore, but sad to tell, only one ofthe twelve brave men reached the goal and was saved. Was he really saved? He knew not where to go. He saw no one. What was he to do? The lonely survivor must find aid and shelter or he would soon join his companions. He was wet, cold and nearly freezing. His matches were damp, he could kindle no fire to dry his clothes and warm his freezing limbs. He must find some human inhabitant. He started to walk south along the beach. Several hours passed but no one was to be seen. Was he to meet the fate of his comrades? It seemed as though he was, for night was coming on, it was certain he could not withstand the perils until morning. He staggered on. The night grew darker and darker. The wind whistled and howled and his body was becoming colder each second by the blinding snow that was beginning to fall. He saw a light in the distance, or did he just imagine it? Could it be possible that human inhabitants lived in this place? It was surely a light, for he looked again and again and each time he was the more thor- oughly satisiied that it was a true light. PAGE TWENTYJIHREE