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

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As I saw the color harmony of the towers and courts, I could hardly make myself believe that those beautiful pillars were not tinted marble but only a iew boards with a sort of colored plaster over them. The many courts with :heir fountains, flowers, shrubs, and beautiful statuary, seemed to take me away from earth and place me in a true fairyland. Especially the Court of the Universe where the white doves made their homes. The Tower of Jewels of which I had heard so much, was all I had expected it to be. Both night and day it glistened like a tower of precious stones. All the interiors of the buildings were beautiful and beyond description. For instance the Horticulture Palace with its tropical gardens. Tl1e Palaces of Machinery, Mines, etc., held inventions and improvements in all the fields of research. The Food Products Palace held every kind of food that one could think of. The governmentls display of fish here, was very interesting. I have heard people say that they were disappointed in the large palaces be- cause they did not find them with beautiful frescoed ceilings, but instead old brown rafters. This did not seem to have any affect on me because I realized that these buildings were not to be permanent structures and that when they were built it was not with the idea of making them beautiful palaces but sim- ply providing a place for the various exhibits. I had for a long time wished to see the best of art and my wish was truly realized when I saw the Palace of Fine Arts. This permanent structure can be compared with the architectural classics of Ancient Greece. Here I was able to see some of the most valuable and noted masterpieces done on canvas and inbmarble and bronze. The Lagoon which is in front of this building was at its height of beauty at night when the different colored and draped boats sailed out upon its smooth surface. The Country and State buildings were all very well arranged, each truly representing its own country or state. Almost every one contained a large map and as I studied these together with the products and pictures I learned .nore about these countries than I could ever have learned from a book. The Japanese and Chinese Tea Gardens with their bamboo houses, stone bridges, shrubs, flowers and fish which had all been brought over from their far-away home, were unique in design and coloring. The Zone, although it held some very foolish things, also held some that were very interesting and instructive. I shall never forget the Panama Canal, japan Beautiful, and the Tehauntepec village of the Arizona Indians. Although the wonders of the Exposition have faded from my sight, the memory of them never can. MAREN sKow, ,I7 25

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A lieaaimiat C5112 Zliair I was never so disappointed in anything as I was in the Exposition. I sup- pose it was because l had built up such a beautiful conception of it in my im- agination, I had expected to see a wonderful city, a veritable fairyland of ini- pressive palaces perfect in every detail. Instead I saw a great number of barn- like buildings beautiful enough if viewed from a distance, but coarse and ugly at close view. In my thoughts I had seen the fountains and statuary as marble, or a good imitation of it, whereas I found rough casts, some of which had been marred and broken. The interior of the buildings was another great disappointment to me. I had believed that beauty would be on the inside as well as one the outside. In- stead -if frescoed walls and beautifully domed ceilings there were crude, rough rafters with no attempt at beauty. A The Lagoon was not nearly as beautiful as I had thought. Instead of the beautiful lake I had pictured, there was a shallow pond with reels growing in it and trees rising in untamed profusion around it. The floats I saw on it were miserably decorated. 'Yacht Harbor did not come up to my expectations either. Instead of I1 pretty, sheltered cove with sailboats, perhaps with varicolored sails and neat, trim, little motorboats, etc., I found plain, ordinary rowboats, a dirty canoe or two, several ugly launches, and nothing elseg no beauty. If a person got off the main thoroughfares in the Exposition and got back of some of the buildings, as he was very likely to do, he found trash heaps and flirty messes all about. The whole thing reminded me of a painted scene for a show. Of course one could not expect anything more, but then---- OLUF A. RING, ,17 Pm Gbptimiut mlm 3 Eningrh the lisqxnzitinn From the first minute that I caught sight of the jewel City, as I crossed the Bay from Sausalito, I have never regretted that I traveled miles to see it. There at the foot of rolling hills it lay. The forest covered hills at the Presidio on one side and the house covered hills of the town on the other formed a circled background rivaled in beauty only by the rippling water of the Bay in the foreground. The Exposition can truly be called a fairyland. Everything was arranged as naturally as if placed there by the hand of nature. I think that the thing that impressed me most was the arrangement of the avenues, the high buildings, the tall trees, then smaller ones, palms and shrubs and so on down to the flowers and the lawn. 24

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Qnmanrr nf the flliarahlanh A lone, drake mallard followed the coast to the southward. He had been separated from his band on a northern marsh. The waves danced in the sunshine and a light breeze flecked the pure white foam through the air. The big lone mallard was happy in the pure joy of living as he sailed gracefully over the glistening foam-crested waves, but deep down in his heart he felt lonely and he wished for some sheltered spot in a small pond where he and a beautiful young mate might sit and preen their feathers in the warm sunlight. The lonely mallard was young and beautiful. He had a glistening green head and a proud and wary eye. He was large and strong. Day was nearing its close and the young greenhead was hungry and tired. He now flew nearer the sandhills in the hope of finding a sheltered marsh where he could feed and spend the night. Seeing a large band of sprigs leave the ocean and the sandhills he decided to follow in their wake. Imagine his joy at seelng a iarge marsh, full of sequestered ponds, with the friendly marsh-grass waving in the evening breeze. Still lonely, he called as he flew slowly over the sloughs and ponds, his bright eye ever on the alert for a resting-place. As he neared a quiet pond, he heard a low answering call. On the placid water sat a hen mallard. She was young, beautiful, and she swam gracefully about on the mirror-like water-proudly yet timidly. ' VVithout a 1noment's delay, the young drake dropped down at her side. At first she avoided him and swam away. It was then that the young drake said his first love-words and tried his best to reassure her. The young hen was very coy-even sad, it seemed to him-as she sat motionless upon the water, with head drooping and eyes averted. He swam closer and closer, speaking tender words and bidding her to be not frightened. He came close to her side and stroked her soft neck with his bill. She answered him with soft, throaty, love-coos-and in their happiness at finding each other they forgot all else. Wliile preening her feathers, he discovered that she had a broken wing. The sympathetic drake expressed his brief by drooping his head and comfort- ing her with soft love-words. He vowed to remain with her forever. She pleaded that he leave her before it be too late-to fly on to the southland, as the marsh was infested with hunters who would mercilessly kill. For days she had remained hidden there in the marsh-grass-but each day she ex- pected would be her last. He must go on and leave her or he too would be maimed or killed. But the young drake would not go-so they tucked their heads under their wings, and beneath the sheltering marsh-grass, slept peacefully side by side. The clear pond, peaceful and serene in the moonlight, with its sleeping lovers, was an ideal settirg for a tale of love and sweet content. Morning came and the sun peeped over the tops of the mountains to the 26