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

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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

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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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l Ellust iiln fdlime Eva Jennings, '18, SN'T it strange that we should both have the same name? asked Myrtle Wayne for the hundredth time. 66 Yes, it is queer, all rightf, Do you suppose that we are at all related ? No-not in the least, or we should have remembered each other, I am sure, answered Dick Wayne. They had often talked about their names, but had never known anything about their parents. Dick supposed that his were dead and Myrtle had long been living with a Mliss Bruce, in the mountains. Miss Bruce had told the girl that her father and mother had died when she was a little child and had left her in the care of a friend. But later this friend had died and Myrtle had been adopted by Miss Bruce. This was all the guardian knew of her adopted girl. Now, during this time, young Dick had come to the hills and, meeting this orphan girl with the same name as his, had fallen in love with her. They were to be married in the spring. At first the girl hesitated, for she thought it might be possible that they were related, but Richard Wayne had convinced her that she was wrong. So the engagement was announced. A man in a distant city, who chanced to read the announcement, at once set out for the mountain home. I Some time later, up the canyon, to the home of Miss Bruce, this weary man trudged along, carrying a suit case. Now and then he paused to look down hun- dreds of feet below. It made him dizzy, so he turned away and pressed onward. At last he sank down in despair. He peered far out over the city below, and followed with eager eyes the route he used to take in wandering to the sea. He nodded his head at the distant shimmer of water beyond the city, and was deter- mined by the dashing waves, which he fancied he could see. Finally he arose and spoke aloud. I must get to my children, for by sunset tomorrow they will be married. I must! I will! he criedjdashing forward up the mountain'side. At this time Dick and Myrtle sat by the brook in the beautiful fresh summer air. I can hardly imagine that this will be the last time that we can enjoy these beautiful surroundings, exclaimed Myrtle. Why, it isnlt going to be the last time, Myrtle, because we shall come back every year in the springtime, answered Dick, excited with his planning. Oh, shall we really come back, Dick, do you think Pl' asked Myrtle, wist- fully. Yes, children, we shall all come back every year. Thank God, I have found my son and daughter just in timell' replied the weary old man among the parted bushes. Both Dick and Myrtle were so startled that they drew back with low excla- mations. But when Mr. Wayne explained to them that they were brother and sister, they were glad he had reached them in time, but they were also very disappointed. Myrtle ran into the house and left Dick with their father. A week had passed before the old man left his heartbroken children. He 25