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

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Enmestit intents jennie E. Trigg, '15, ' The Domestic Science course was given in the Q Ferndale Union High School for the first time SQ this year. l jk Because of the lack of laboratory room, only ' j the Senior girls were allowed to take it. ' This course includes sewing, cooking and the ' j 2.3 , serving of meals. l , ' ht At the first of the sewing course each of the W ,MI Q'.ff1, -Qi' girls was required to make small samplers of il 3.3 .,. 3j1,2 flf all the different stitches, different kinds of but- tonholes, different kinds or darning, etc. Later on they were required to draft their own patterns for a set of underclothes, using these for the garments they were obliged to make. To finish the course each girl made herself a house dress. The first part of the cooking course included the study of water, sugar, starch, fat, and protein in their different forms. The later part took up the planning and serving of meals and the study of the different food values. This course, under the able direction of Miss Moser, has been so interesting and enjoyable to the girls that many have decided to continue the study at higher institutions. VVe feel grateful to the trustees for introducing this course into the Fern- dale Union High School. A few of our best recipes are: LEMGN ICE-I quart water, 22 cups sugar, 5-6 cup lemon juice. Boil the solution of sugar and water, cool and add the lemon juice. Freeze, using 4 parts ice to I part salt. SCALLOPED CABBAGE-Cover the dish first with a layer of boiled cab- bage Qcut in small piecesj, then a layer of white sauce, etc. On the top have a layer of cracker crumbs covered with a layer of grated cheese. Brown in the oven. ANGEL FOOD CAKE-8 egg whites, I cup sugar, M cup flour 94 tea- spoonful flavoring, I teaspoonful cream of tartar. Beat whites and salt very stiff, continue beating and add sugar, cut and fold into flour, to which the cream of tartar has been added, then add Havering. Do not grease the pang rinse with cold water. Bake about 1 hour in a very cool oven. The cake is done if it springs back when you touch it. 22

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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

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flleaifs Jhnrgetfulness Mary Renner, ,I7. fb -Ox .F course I wouldn't say anything against jean,-she's a nice, jolly girl and the kind most fellows admire-but as her brother I think I can understand the proverb, Every rose has its thornf' I have been taught by experience that jean's thorn is forgetfulness. I can show you this by the story of my last adventure into cold water caused by my sisterls thought- lessness. Friday evening I arrived at home later than usual, as we were rushed at the office. Supper was already on the table, so I sat down and ate alone. The rest of the family, except Jean, who was spending her vacation from college with her aunt Kate, had gone to our summer home in the mountains. I in- tended to go down next day to spend the week end, as I was in the habit of doing in hot August weather. Feeling a bit lonesome after supper, I took my pipe for company and strolled out on the veranda to enjoy the cool night air and a quiet smoke. The full moon rose high above the houses and as I sat on the top step watch- ing it I happened to notice the mail box overhead, so I reached up and captured its contents. There was but one letter and that was for me. It was from jean and the postmark was two days old, as I had been so busy at the office I never once thought about mail. Eager to find out some news I tore it open. Dearest Hal, it began, wonderful news! Aunt Kate is planning to give a party, and really itls going to be a grand affair. They are building a platform under the trees for dancing and have already begun to swing long garlands of Chinese lanterns among the trees and they look so pretty at night. I want you to bring my party dress with you, when you come Saturday-the white one you like. A string of directions followed. I would find it in my closetv and be very careful, Hal, not to crush it.', As I was to take the early train in the morning I knew I should have very little time then, so leaving the cool veranda I went to Jean's room to find the dress. After taking out about half a dozen different dresses I at last came to the one I was looking for. Carefully I laid it on the bed with the dainty white slippers beside it. It looked very pretty with its fluffy lace and beading. But I decided to pack it in the morning, 'ftoo tired now, I sleepily thought as 1 switched off the light. At six sharp I was out of bed and in an hour was quite ready to leave. Only one thing was yet to be done-jeanls suit case had to be packed quickly, for the train was to leave in a half hour 3 so not a minute could be lost. Hastily cramming things inside not at all according to directions, I slammed down the cover. But I was in too much a hurry and the lock got tangled with a lace sleeve and resulted in a jagged tear, and only twenty-live minutes left. Han- nah, whom I had summoned, mended the tear in a moment CI would never have dared to take it to jean the way it wasj and I jumped aboard the Lim- itedf' just four seconds before the conductor shouted the last All Aboard. 23