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

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When Girls Study Geometry for half an hour I hated to start to study until you came for I cant do Geometry alone as well as with some one else Take off your coat Isnt that a cute way to make a waist? Ive never seen you wear it before I have some A goods almost like it. I'll show it to you. How long can J OME ing I'm glad you're here. I've been waiting for you I 4 I1 y lglsl ' . , I . you stay' and work? Till half-past ten? It's only eight now. We'll get lots done. Have you your new summer hat yet? Oh, haven't you? I have. Would you like to see it? Yes, I think it looks nice and it matches my suit but we must get to this Geometry. 'From what two points in a plane are two circles seen under a given angle ?' There, I have my circles drawn. Here's the compass. Now, what do you do next? Oh, dear, I wish I were a boy-Dickie, for instance. It seems like he always knows what to do. Or I'd like to be even Haas because even if he doesn't know anything, he can frighten the Prof. with one of those terrible looks. My goodness! it is a quarter of nine already. The time flies, but it took so long to look at that old hat. Have you your two circles drawn? It's no wonder we can't get the stuff. I asked Baugh how to do it and he didn't know, so, how can we be expected to do it? What did you draw that line for? Oh, but it isn't tangent to the circle! Get my eraser from my pocket, will you please? What's that paper that fell out of the pocket? Oh, please don't read it! Well I'll show you whether you will or not. There! you have pulled my hair down. Yours is down, too. I'll tell you what we'll do. I'll comb your hair and you comb mine. I know a way to comb it. I like to comb other people's hair, don't you? At last! Now we'll get to our Geometry again. Your hair looks dandy. Goodness, guess what time it is! Ten minutes to ten. Now we'll have to study. Are you too sleepy? VVell, I'll tell you, you stay all night with me and we can sit up in bed and study. Can't you? Well, I guess we can't do any more tonight anyway. Come again sometime when we don't have to study. There's no use trying. We have worked two solid hours and a half and we couldn't even get that one problem and Mr. Moore will be sure to say we haven't tried. I. M. T., '12. PAGE TWENTY-NINE

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took aim at the Indian who had first tired his gun behind this human breast- work. But even the best shots fail. The little arms of the papoose stiffened, the little face was drawn in pain. The bullet had entered at the right arm and passed through the thick part of the small chest, tearing the skin and flesh from the quivering body. The tiny hero gave one long scream and then the mother moved her lips sternly. She grasped her child tighter and a long Sh-h-h', forced itself from her closed lips. The child looked up into the face of stern command-caught his breath-and ceased his crying. Thus early began the Indian discipline. VViser mothers are you then so very wise? I. M. T., ,12. . ,V f., -' ' Vi'LE1'ffQ ' 1 mf. H 1 '11 ' Q., fwjc X Q -1' it l ei. W. ,, , ' -.'- .pf--ff. A. , w,uNi', ,,,1i,.,mHw'f , 1 Vai ? ,,,eLg5.?E, ..- :jf-5'!Zf'f Afbsf- 14, . figs,-r Parody on the Quality of Mercy CA S0phomore's Advice to Seniors.j . The quality of peotry is not strained, It cometh as slow as cold tar in winter time To the Senior's waiting hand, it is thankfully received, and gladly given Qby the Sophomoresj. It is twice blessedg it blesseth the Senior who receives, and the Prof. who readsg 'tis simplest in the simplest: It becomes The crafty student better than his studies, His books show the force of mental energy, The attribute to knowledge and understanding , Wherein doth sit the prayers and wants of the ignorant, But poetry is above this knowledge of booksg It is enthroned in the minds of all who tryg It is an attribute to Longfellow himself 5 Therefore, Senior, though poetry be thy plea, Consider this: That not all are natural poetsg You do pray for poetry, and that same prayer Doth teach us Sophs to help you all we can. , W. H. B., 'l2. PAGE TWENTY'EIGHT

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March Winds Do you ever stop and ponder, As you journey to and fro, What an awful lot of mischief The March Winds do, that blow? If you' haven't, keep your eyes peeled, As you stroll along the street, And you'll see it starts things moving In a way that's rather neat. First a woman with a basket Piled so high with snowy clothes, Who deftly on the line does hang them, In such long uneven rows, While the March Wind sets them whipping, Scatt'ring garments all around, Then the line breaks, and they're lying Soiled and ruined on the ground. Next upon a sloping house-roof, Crawls a man, both slow and bent, To repair some broken places Evidently his intent. Soon the playful March WVinds find him, Heeding neither oaths nor frown, Sends the shingles flying upwards, And the ladder crashing down. Then a doctor kind and helpful, Gets a hurried call to come, Starts for the waiting auto, With his tall silk beaver on, But the March Winds take his hat off, Leading him a tiresome chase, Then the message, You're too slow, sir, And the rival gets the case. For the boys it breaks the kite strings, Fills with dust the people's eyes, Spoils the costly point-lace curtains As they from the windows Hy. Oh! an awful lot of mischief, As my verses try to show, Is ,let loose at every springtime, When the hateful March Winds blow. W. E. B., '12. PAGE TH IRTY