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

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Class Prophecy Regina Reis, '1l. In the springtime Nature calls us From our torpid state away, To leave behind us thots depressing, And hand in hand with her to stray, Yielding to this living impulse To mingle with the birds and flowers, I climbed a rugged, winding pathway, And loitered 'neath the leafy bowers. My limbs being weary from the climbing, I sought a moss-grown log, But the misty winds from the ocean, Enshrouded me in its fog. It poured in thick and thicker, As if from the world to hide me, But thru the mist two blue eyes shone, And a sprite sat down beside me. What do you want ? with chill remoteness, I asked the spectre at my side, And in anguished silence waited, Wishing from him, too, I might hide. But, in an instant, the mist about me Lifted, and I perceived near by A quaint, old-fashioned garden, In it flowers of various dye. At the entrance just before me Was a plot of iris blue, 'Tis our Hower of Class '11, Growing there in richest hue. Then the sprite, with icy fingers, Drew me to a remote recess, And there the fairest of flowers were gathered, From gorgeous down to modest dress. On a tiger lily's brilliant face My glance at once alighted, But in a trice it was transformed, And I smiled on Clive delighted. A peer among flowers, the lily stands, A leader among men stands Clive. PAGE SIXTIIN

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A short time after the end of the first semester, Harold Kausen resigned his position as business manager, and Fred Cruickshanks took his place. Long to be cherished, are the various class gatherings we have had, and the friendships with pupils and teachers we have held. We have always shown a great quantity of school spirit, having given the Student Body a number of officers, three different debaters, and several athletes. Several of those who have been members of our class at different times now wear the block F of the school. On the whole, we feel that we, at least, have done our best in the four years we spent at the Ferndale High. ,JJ- Q,-,:T,....- PAGE FIFTIE N

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He continues to gain great favor, And for a higher goal to strive. A hollyhock's petal brushed my arm, And altered my retrospection g On a high pedestal she swayed and bent, To others in a large collection. But the bright flowers faded from my view And in their place instead, Was a large diplomatic convention Which by Allie Hansen was led. Wafted on a gentle breeze, I scented a sweet perfume g By a gentle brook which flowed at my feet, Was a heliotrope in bloom. Verna's fair face I saw plainly now 5 A marksman she, with talents rare, Happy and content her lot in life, For Buck had fallen in her snare. Beyond the heliotrope I wandered To the Wisteria's cozy nook. As I stood and gazed emraptured My mind immediately turned to Crook. Like Wisteria ever climbing, Fred is constantly gaining fame 5 For among the noted authors One often finds his name. Now the spirit with linger pointed To where a Shirley'i poppy stood, Which reminded me of Mella Who could allure whom e're she would. With coy glance she had attracted And has been married, oh, of course But she's living now in Reno To secure her fifth divorce. Close by the captivating Poppy Was a Dahlia in lustrous red, And I fancied among the petals Was Caspar's shadowy head. On the Ferndale electric railroad, That goes whizzing past our High, Cas is a trusted conductor Gathering fares with diligent eye. PAGE SIVENTIEN