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

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El! :Fairy Gale Zoe Kelsey, ' I 7. XQQLyAQl4yf ITTLE RUTH awoke with a start! Oh! Such beautiful music, Qi -'mmig who was playing in the garden! She slipped from her bed Qi! and stole softly to the window. The big round moon was high, sending silver light down E!-mu-0-gli on the lovely garden. The little brook that ran through it and JWWKWSWHWQ under the wall was singing softly, seeming to still the sobs and sighings of the wind. But where was the player of that wonderful music? It seemed to come nearer and nearer-then around a bend of the brook a fairy barge came floating. In the helm stood the queen with a crown like a tiny rain- bow on her head and about her was wrapped a soft, filmy gauze set with many pearls. Her wand was a slender white lily. Her many fairy attendants guided the tiny shallop along with green rushes. At a miniature harbor they stopped and springing lightly out, laid a carpet of gold from the boat to the shore. Ruth seemed to grow lighter and lighter as she watched until she floated away like the down of a dandelion. Then she was down among them dancing on the soft green grass to the music of wind harps. . When they had tired of dancing, the queen, with a wave of her hand, pro- duced a table all laid, and little toadstool chairs. The queen sat upon a throne made of a white wake-robin. Each plate was a pink roseleaf and by it stood a bluebell full of dewdrops. Columbine honey filled little lily-of-the-valley cups. Tiny sugar cakes sparkled with frost. As they sipped the honey and ate of the crystal cakes they chatted gaily about the wood Flowers and birds. f'Oh!', cried one bright fairy, have you heard the news ?,' 'fNo,H they exclaimed excitedly gathering about her in eager anticipation. Then I will tell you. You all know the little girl that lives in the big house, well something dreadful has happened to her. She was naughtyyesterday and when her nurse wished her to wash her hands she was very impudent. I cannot tell you what she said, but it was quite terriblef' Little Ruth's cheeks burned as she thought how' saucy she had been to her nurse and knew it was herself of whom they spoke. But her Hushed cheeks turned pale when she heard the fairy say, And oh, girls, she was turned into a horrid little caterpillar! just imagine! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! the fairies cried in a chorus. Their eyes were round and their little red lips puckered into a round O. T hensuddenly Ruth awoke and rubbing her two big, sleepy eyes with two little round lists, she remembered. Scrambling out of bed she ran eagerly to the window. Yes, there was the queen's gauzy veil hanging on the pink rose- bush. But the pearls of last night had turned to brilliant diamonds in the bright morning sun, and there were rose petal plates scattered about by the wind- but that was all. 20

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Another very interesting feature is the stump house, which has the exact size and shape of the original tree, one of the finest ever located in this county. Beside the stump house and connected with it is another long section of the tree from which the stump house is made. The interior of both the stump and tree are finished in redwood burl+curly :md plain. In the center of the house is a round redwood burl table seven feet in diameter. There are also a number of paintings by Humboldt artists as well as exhibits of burl, and a great many photographs of scenes in this county. There is a miniature bungalow built carefully to scale on the best of plans. It is entirely of redwood shingles, with windows of plate glass, lighted from within, and surrounded by a miniature lawn. In every way Humboldt's exhibit is considered one of the most beautiful and unique in the state building. -'iWy Qbning bums Kinnison S. Boynton, ,I5. Come on, all you farmers, Le-t's go to this sideshow, Let's go to the fair. We'll visit concessions And everything there. A ride on the railroad, Or over the sea: Next morning at Trisco The sights we will see. A half of a dollar Your fare for the day, At the Baker street entrance You willingly pay. You green horns the fakers Soon spot with a vim, Put hands in your pockets, And hang to your tin. A nickel for this thing, And ten cents for that! A solid gold stickpin, A souvenir cat. Now over to that. A ride on the railroad, And lose your best hat. At the tower of jewels You stare and you stareg While the aeroplanes circle About in the air. Around on the racecourse The speed demons fly 3 While the whirr of their drive Throws dust in your eye. The mechanics building, A sight to behold, The whirring of Hywheels Scares even the bold. And as night rushes onward T The searchlights will play, wheels And you wend your way homeward- Thus ends the first day. T9

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at, the ern Oluf A. Ring, ,I7. ' F ' ' A 'AT O'RYAN belonged to Company No. 4 of the Irish Regiment. . D The regiment had been quartered at Liege for three months. The inhabitants looked upon the English as their deliverers and Pat was having the time of his life. He had three hours ' Q J ' off duty every afternoon. Nearly every day at this time he . U , . might have been seen parading the streets, always a little tipsy, with a Belgian lass on each arm. But alas! Such times cannot last forever. Pat's regiment was ordered to the front. He drank a great deal of wine that last day, for, as he said to one pretty Belgian girl, Begorra, now, and I may niver see yez againf' It was hot., The dust rose in clouds from under the feet of the marching regiment. Pat was tired. 'fBejabbers, now and if they don't be givin' a man a bate to ate and a bit 0' slape I'll be after a quittinl now, thot I willf' Pat muttered angrily. After marching a long time they stopped in a wood and were ordered to rest. The wine he had drunk was making him sleepy. He lay down and was soon asleep, oblivious to the dull rumble of the cannonading. The order came to march, but Pat slept on. The enemy were gaining ground. The shells began to fall thick around him. Still Pat slept. His regiment retired further to the rear. Pat was still asleep. A bursting shell woke him and he sat up with a start. The trees were stripped of their boughs and the earth was dug up in huge, irregular holes by the falling missiles. Pat, ye rascal, ye've been aslape! Be the Holy Saints! Pwhat shall I do now ?,' In a panic Pat started to run. He collided with trees, tripped, fell, got up and ran again, but he could not get away from those screaming shells. 'fOh, murther! There's the domn Germans. Pat turned and ran in the opposite direction. Me leg, me leg: I'm kilt ontirely! Pat had been shot in the thigh by a piece of shrapnel. Groaning he fell to the ground and lost consicousness: That night a Red Cross nurse found him. Oh, the poor, brave fellow l exclaimed the pretty nurse. Tenderly Pat was taken to the hospital in the ambulance. When he re- gained consciousness he saw the nurse standing by his bedside. Begorra, nowf' he thought, 'Tll be after havin, a better toime thon at Liege. Slowly a broad grin spread over his face and he said aloud, winking gro- tesquely, War is Hellf, 21