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

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leave town and then the real Phil and Gerald will turn up, go to school, dig in like sinners at those hooks and then get Hampton and her into a corner and tell them the whole thing and threaten to tell about it in the next student hotly meeting if they don't give us enough credits to graduate. Say, they'll como across like good old sports for they know what it would mean to have such a rich joke get out among that hunch of students. XYhy, theyld have to leave town-the whole country would run them high. This is the climax. NVe will win sure V' .Xiicl that is how it happened that Gerald and Phil had seats just hehiud Marjorie and Grace with their unerring feet almost touching the great hauk of foliage and flowers, that lined the stage ahove the footlights. But still the blood raced in the pulses of Gerald and Philip at memory of their fun as fortune-tellers. ,X lift of eyehrows and a dancing wink of twinkling eyes was all the boys dared exchange to telegraph medium messages' which translated meant- l-et's he the first to congratulate Miss Benton and Hampton on their engagement! Afterward we can congratulate ourselves and won't it he sport to watch the faces of Marjorie and Grace when we spring it on them after the ,lunior Ball tomorrow night ? - EV.-X ,lllNNlNGS, 'IS 20

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Medium Parlors. This town could not understand how the two white- bearded. black-gowned old mediums could strike it rightu every time and actually tell the people's past lives, and hinted some mighty true things that had come to pass. VVhy, they had told Mrs. Gray not to worry over her sou, Gerald, and his chum, Philip Hardin. Saying that they were on a little hike to the Exposition and would be back in time to graduate. Qne night, three days later, the two boys sat in full disguise and talked earnestly. VVe're sure making some easy cash and having all kinds of sport. Gee, it's a circus and I'd not have one twinge of conscience or a single regret for all the lies I've told, if we could go back and graduate, Phil. Do you know that Marjorie will turn me down cold if I don't graduate? Heavens, she may even get to care for that junior, Thornton, who sticks around her half the time. And I'll bet a gold nugget you wonit have such a smooth sailing with Grace if you flunk out like an ordinary yap. VVhy that Graeme gink may beat your time a mile. Well it'll be his last mile--I've got to see him do it first. Somethings got to happen tonight so we can go back to college. I'm not afraid to face an ex. in anything except English, and I guess the Physics is all that has got your goat. Something must happen and happen in a hurry. And something did happen. Gerald almost lost his beard in his effort to get out of sight and Phil's throat was so dry he couldn't say a Word for a moment as the boys spied two figures approaching their mysterious realm from different directions. Ye gods! It's Miss Benton, my English teacher, and Mr. Hampton, your Physics prof.l Oh, ye evil spirits come to our aid, in this, our trying hour l gulped Philip. But Gerald grabbed him and made excited Phil do a few hesitations and one-steps as he cried. Luck's coming our way. Wlioa, boy, steady now, and we'll drive to graduation with colors flying! Kid, do you remember what that old Mrs. Davis told us about the broken romance between Mr. Hampton and Miss Benton? lfVe'd never have found that out if it hadn't been for that old gossip. The gods are with us! Now we know where, when, and why their quarrel took place and what was said-thanks to Mrs. Davis' eavesdropping. When you spring it all on Miss Benton and I hand that packagel' of information to Hampton and we tell them it is ordained in the realm of the unknown that their love is to bloom again, say old man, they'll both be so addled we can get an E and a double plus on our reports. Nothing to it. XVe'll give them each a lecture on foolish pride and stubbornness and we'll exact a promise from each to go in the moonlight tonight to the old place where they quar- reled. Make the time eight o'clock. Of course they'll meet and the moon- light will do the rest. Eight, Phil, remember. Now I'll receive him in here and you engineer her into your realm in the other room. Neither will know the other is here. And after it is all over and they've made up, we'll suddenly 19

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31 Zllemrmhrr, 31 Illrmvmher I remember, I remember the schoolhouse by the creek, The cobwebs in the corners, and the roof that used to leak. I remember how the Sophies in the drippings that came down, Used to sail their little boatlings, pleasure-craft of great renown. I remember, I remember the fumes 'of horrid smell As they floated from the Chem. Lab. down the corridor, and fell On us-cold and wet and tardy, as we hovered 'round the heat That came through the iron gratings, to our chilled and soggy feet. I remember how we struggled with the angles and the planes Of Geometry the blessed,-for it gave us growing pains. I remember, I remember that English, Oh so hard- And the little P's and minus F's that sprinkled well my card. I remember how in winter, the thermometer went down To fifty-two and forty-eight, and lower-I'll be bound, Till in History and Drawing we would get so awful cold That our brains froze up quite solid, and our fingers wouldn't hold Our pencils and our compasses and all our drawing stuff g Then we'd fling them in a little drawer and rush off in a huff. I remember how in Study Hall we used to tap our feet, But our teacher didn't like it, so she led us, smiling sweet Q Pj To the office where we lingered thirty minutes after school Wfhile we listened to a lecture on the breaking of a rule. I remember-but I must not remember any more For we love the dear old High School as we never did before, All the struggles and the lectures and the lessons, and the-lack- Make us long for just those pleasures that will never more come back For you know it doesn't matter ,bout the building and the books, 'Bout the leakings, and the coldness and the dust, and dingy looks, ltls the steadfastness of purpose, and the loyalty and pride As we worked to make our High School best in all the country side, 'T was our love for one another, and our energy and vim As we fought as team or rooters that the Red and VVhite might win. 'T was the fun we had together at our dances and our plays, As we romped along together in our happy, carefree days. So Good Bye to work and playtime in our high school by the creek, IrVith the water in the basement, and the roof that used to leak. 21