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

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To the Seniors of '11 IVY TEAL, 'lZ. 'Twas only a sprig of lilac On a heavy laden treeg But it breathed forth exquisite perfume, Bringing sweet thots to me. It bloomed its best, as tho forewarned It neared eternity. As with silent thot I pondered Enchained by its fragrance rare, It seemed to me as most complete Of all the blossoms there. Each tiny flower seemed replete Most wondrously fair. As my glance was held enraptured, The breeze, with a straying breath, Quickly waited my blossoms upward, And an empty branch was left. It held them but a brief moment, Then laid them down to rest. 'Twas only one sprig of lilac, Its blossoms were scattered aroundg They enriched the soil from which they sprung- Made fertile the mater ground. They'd bloomed their best, they'd gone to rest- Their message I had found. You're only one class from High School, You Seniors, to us grown dearg Your lives, at the most, are none too long To scatter your sweetness here. Do your best--make ready for rest- By drawing your ideals near. There'll be an empty place left, But that is fate's decreeg You'll be scattered like the lilac, But well content we'll be, If you bring honor to our High School And enrich humanity. PACS! TWENTY-TWO

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Clip Ronald Ring, '12. HAD found him one morning when I was rounding up the sheep, a small, brown ball of fluffy hair, wailing sorrowfully Q-77133 beside a dead ewe. How long he had been there I knew not, Q but, remembering that one of the men had killed a coyote 1. Q the day before, I suspected this to be one of the litter which GM, the dead coyote had been nursing. Certainly he made no U resistance when I picked him up, so I took him, half frozen, back to the house. Clip grew fast, and I soon had to chain him up, for chickens were his favorite diet, and father threatened to kill him if he caught him any more. He was very playful, and would do many tricks which I had taught him. However, he did not like any one around him excepting myself. As he grew older, he became more restless, and would not perform any of his old tricks, He howled at night, and often we heard other Coyotes answering him. He grew mean and sulky toward everyone except myself, but toward me he acted like an affectionate dog. One day father said we would have to kill him, as he was getting to be a terrible nuisance. I-Ie said the next morning he was going to town, and he would take Clip along so that I could get the bounty on him. That night I lay awake hour after hour debating with myself what to do with Clip. I hated to kill him, but I knew it would be best. He had grown to be an enormous coyote, and still looked upon me as master. At last I made up my mind, and, stealing gently out of the house, I unchained my pet, and led him away. VV hen we reached the ridge above the house, I took the collar off his neck and left him. He crouched down and whined, and when I had reached the house again I could see him howling dismally, more like a big timber wolf than a coyote, in the white distance. The moon was full and the snow glistened. I-Ie stood with his head up, against a background of pinesg I could have told him amongst a thousand coyotes. I made it appear as if Clip had broken away, and, after burying the chain, slipped back to bed. All went well for about a month, when we be- gan missing sheep. We studied the tracks. It was always the same marauder. One moonlight night I was sent out to the barn to get a piece of broken harness, and, as I was returning, I caught sight of something on the ridge. It was Clip, sitting motionless and watching me. As I disappeared into the house he began to howl, and kept it up until one of the hired men frightened him away with a gun. Next morning we found two dead, partially eaten sheep, and I could now guess the guilty one. PAGF TWENTY FDU!