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

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I Never Done lt Before Say, Hiram, won't you have a ride PM I And the big auto stopped at Hiram's side. But Hiram stepped back a pace or two His head he shook, and his nose he blew, And as the town kids guyed, the old man replied, I never done it before. Mandy had a new-styled dress, Buttons in back-a dozen or less. She twisted and turned-she reached all but three. Do you think Hiram would help her ?-no not he. He shook his head, and then he said, I never done it before. The parson came to stay to teag Mandy's meal was as good as could be, But when she told Hiram to ask the graceg A look of amazement came to his face. And as Mandy sighed, he gravely replied, I never done it before. But Hiram grew old, as all men do, His days on this earth were numbered and few. His faithful wife asked Afraid to die ? And Hiram undaunted smiled his reply, Pm not afeerd, and Mandy was cheered, But I never done it before. -I. M. T this .. X' , lj lf f' ' 5 ' f KN , fix f ? io I MS IXBBM- Be kind to those who love you and those who need your cheer Be kind to all God's creatures, each one that you may find 5 Be kind to all the world, from the sunny to the drear Then all the world will love you, for simply being kind. PAGE TH IRTY-TH REE -I. M. T

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so steep that it was obliged to stop and stand at bay. Now he thought, If I could climb that rock they would never find me. His legs were stiff and weak, for the Indians had lashed him within an inch of his life. With some trouble, he reached the rock, for the tide was still low, and looked around for a suitable place to start climbing. At last he found a deep crevice running obliquely up the rock. Cau- tiously he climbed, always watching his next movement. The long walk, the loss of blood, and his stiffened muscles were beginning to tell on him now. Once he fell, but caught again on a rocky projection below. He was very tired now, and thingsseemed to swim before his eyes. If he had made one faulty step, he would have without doubt been dashed to pieces on the rocks below. Many hours did it take to climb that mountainous rock, and, when he reached the top, faintness had overtaken him. The top of the rock was covered with thick bunches of sea grass, amongst which were the nests of various sea birds. Finding a comparatively level spot, free from nests, he sank down, amidst the cries of the mother birds. The night was very cold, but he did not careg he only wished it colder. Next day there was great commotion in the little Indian village by the sea. It was found that the chief had met his death accidentally, and Little Rocket had not known the murderer after all. Swift runners were sent on his trail, for they had seen him depart, but search as they might, they could not find him. They concluded that he must have joined another tribe farther north. Many years after. a party of white tourists found the bones of an Indian on the top of Mendocino Rock, and they wondered that one of so daring a race should die upon this rock where they, with the help of a few ropes and ladders, could retrace their steps. . R. R., '12. V Spring Oh! for the glad daysiof summer When all is fair and bright, When the verdant trees and Howers Gleam in the morning light. P After dreary days of winter The world in smiles unfold, Fair then is the face of nature In beauty sweet untold. E. W., '12. PAGE TH IRTY TWO

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Late Afternoon LL Nature seems to be throbbing with the intensive heat. Even the shimmering green of the meadows look parched and brown. The greenest of trees droop their heavy branches as if entreating Mother Nature to relieve them of their suffering. The bees in the clover Held hum drowsily as they go from blossom to blossom and even the little bubbling brook, usually so cool and fresh, seems to be suffering from songs of the birds are even hushed as they are nestling in some cool place. Suddenly the wind blows softly through the trees. The western horizon is a sea of golden and crimson light, as the sun sinks slowly to rest. The crickets in the grass merrily sing their little airs. Far away is heard the tinkling of the cow bells, then everything becomes quiet, peaceful and cool. Little patches of blue begin to appear in the sky, and one by one the tiny stars of heaven appear. Finally the sky is a network of golden lights, and soon a ball of fire appears over the eastern horizon. It swings freely up in the heavens and soon becomes a silver ball high above. Gradually the world is flooded by a silvery light and once again the world is enjoying perfect peace. ,. I , 4.1, ff-'HQ ly' ' C l u ll I ll 5 .g'l -,-.','f-,g 12:12:53 r'3.'ff!I i': 3' -3'-' :.,, 7, ll .1 -:. .F I' l u.'. - l C the heat. The M. A. M., '13. In After Years Memory calls to mind the days of old, Wliile dreaming in the sunset's fading glow, And in fancy I can see the dear old High School Where in my childhood days I used to go. I can see the rustic bridge across the creek there And along its banks grow lilies as of yoreg But the dearest thougths of all are those that linger When I seem to pass once more within the door. For once again I see my dear old schoolmates And in fancy they to me remain the sameg And the pleasures and the sorrows that we met with- I can see them all in Memory's Golden Frame. Then other thougths seem gladly to pass o'er me Of the teachers, held by all the pupils-dearg And in sacred joy with just a tinge of sadness I still think of them in every fading year. Then I wonder if their thoughts to me e'er turneth And if their love once mine remains the same And I long to live again those days of old Those days when joy and happiness were ever plain. R. C. S., 'l0. PAGE TH IRTY FOUR