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

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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

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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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I purchased a couple of magazines and was soon quite comfortable as we sped along, with my luggage stowed safely in the rack above. The close air of the coach, with the rhythmic movement of the wheels must have put me to sleep, as I was suddenly aroused by the conductor's cry, Grand Junction! Change cars !', Recovering my senses just in time, I snatched jean's suit case and my own bag and rushed from the train an instant before it pulled out. ' I soon realized the suit case had greatly increased in weight and glancing at it I saw' to my amazement that it was marked in neat black letters HG. H. Smith., Otherwise, in color, size and general appearance, it was just the same as Jean's. No matter what happened, I knew that G. H. Smith and her suit case had to be found, as I never could face jean without it. Wildly gesticulating at the fast receding train I was suddenly lilled with dis- gust at the whole affair. Why were such tasks always given to me, any way? And how in thunder was I to get that dress? The answer was not far off, as across the track stood a small runabout with a dust-covered driver at the wheel. He seemed to be almost asleep, but the wav- ing of a ten dollar bill before his eyes awakened him quickly enough. After a short explanation we were soon whizzing along at top speed in a great cloud of dust, headed for the next station. Luckily the train stopped there for water, so I jumped aboard the train and found jeanls suit case in the rack where I had placed it. After tossing G. H. Smithl' into the rack again and with ,Iean's suit case Hrmly clutched in my hand, I was off the train and ready to start back. When we got back to Grand Junction I settled down for a long wait, think- ing rather regretfully I was minus ten dollars. Well, it's worth it. Iean's just got to have that dress, I thought to mfyself. When at last I did reach Aunt Kate's it was tive o'clock and five hours later than I was expected. As I walked up the graveled path toward the bungalow, Jean ran to meet me. There, I said, hurling the case to the ground, There's your plagued party dress. I hope this is the last I'll have to do with it. My party dress ? questioned jean slowly, looking puzzled. Didn't you get my card telling you not to bring it? I sent it by the next mail. Aunt Kate changed her mind. We're going to have a masquerade instead, and I'm going as Portia. Well, you girls are the limitln I exclaimed, thoroughly disgusted. Stalking on up the walk I dropped into the hammock on the porch. I lay there for a while and on glancing down I saw a piece of pasteboard carelessly dropped behind one of the porch pillows. Idly curious, I picked it up and read: Dear Hal: Don't bother about the party dress as I don't need it after all. Your affectionate sister.-Jean. 24