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

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REVENGE IS SWEET. The music began with a roar and the couples went swinging gracefully around the hall. The strange youth stood and Watched them as they whirled merrily past. He wondered if by some chance there might be some acquaint- ance of his at the dance in this small town, so many miles away from home. But look as he would, he espied no familiar face amongst the dancers. Through several dances the youth stood and watched. Then, as the music started again on a good old waltz, he saw the floor-manager approach- ing him. VVould you like a partner for this dance ? asked the man. I should be very much pleased if you can find a girl that's agreeable, replied the youth. You see I'm not very well acquainted around here, he added as an after thought, as he turned to follow the man. He was led across the hall and presented to a girl who smiled a sweet little smile, extended graciously a neat little hand, and, as it seemed to the youth, lifted an adoring pair of eyes to his. After the usual 4'Pleased to meet you, Delighted, I'm sure, etc., they were in each others' arms in the thickest of the dancers. The youth was amazed, but delighted, to find that in spite of being rather heavily built the maiden was unusually light on her feet and he hastened to apologize for his own clumsiness. However, she as- sured him that he was doing nicely, as is the way of women, and he wias fool enough to be led on, as is the way of men. Thus was started the little ro- mance with which this story deals. The early hours of the evening passed and midnight, the hour of rest and refreshments, approached. The youth was in an ecstacy of delight, for she had promised him the supper dance. Accordingly he swung into step with unusual zeal, and, as he held her tenderly, yet firmly, it suddenly dawned on him that he had been so charmed with her that he had not noticed her name when the floor manager presented him to her. Upon inquiry he found the girl in the same sad state. i My name is Pauline, she told him when he asked, but everybody calls me Polly. You may do so if you wish. And now, she added, I have the privilege of asking yoursf, That would be telling. he replied, 'but perhaps you may find one for me before the evening is over. Thus they raved on until the music stopped and then they crossed the street to the cafe where a dainty lunch had been prepared. They sat at one end of a long table, gaily chatting and laughing with the rest of the crowd, little dreaming what would be the outcome of their hasty attachment. And still she led him on, and still he was fool enough to follow. They finally rose from the table and, with a sense of pure happiness, he escorted her back to the hall where they sat the rest of the hour. It was while he sat there. enjoying the maidenls sweet presence that he remarked jestingly 29

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THE SOLILOQUY OF A SCHOOL-MOUSE. I live in a small hole in the baseboard of a room spoken of as the As- semblyf' I wonder what that word means! Something awful, I am sure, for one day I heard a girl say, Assembly time. VVell, l'll see you laterf' Then suddenly I heard a ringing noise, which I have learned is a bell, and a great many boisterous boys and girls filed in the room where my home is. After a great deal of scuffling and whispering, they were quiet for a few 'minutes while a man up in front did some speaking. Then again there was the frightful bell and the noisy boys and girls went out again. I wonder what it all means! They carry books and speak of Upropositionsv, equa- tions , and use other big words. I never see them do any of the things my cousin on the farm says they do. One day, I heard the man in front say something about mice and hole in the Wall, so I guess I had better move my family into a safer room. MARY OLEARY '24, II fb f-1 o 0 00 dk' rat' 4paf'J455.256i , I li +- V' 9' ' ?'l n 1' ' 522 ' i 5 ' 'il' d' i..i'!4 . ' ai.-' 4 1: 1419.151 qw? .l-4!1a!l5?:e25i SPRINGTIME. The days of spring are here at last, And with it flowers rare, And at each gust the breezes waft Their fragrance on the air. First comes the bluebird and his mate, Winged messengers of spring, And as he flits among the trees, A heartfelt song does sing. The swallow northward wings his way, Nor will he stop to rest, 'Til under some old eave or roof, I-Ie builds a sheltered nest. And tell me from thy gentle heart, When birds flit 'round and sing, What other day in all the year Brings joy as a day in spring? HARLAN MORRISON '23. as

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that he was going home early because mama won't let me stay very late. Polly gave a merry cry. 'AI have a name for you nowf' she said, I Will call you 'Mamals Little Peachf At last the dance drew to a close and when Polly started for home the youth was on deck, as foolish as ever. This is what he said: Thou lead and I'll follow, For I know not where you bideg Or, if you would rather I'll saunter at your side. He was sure that this wonderful display of originality would raise him greatly in her esteem, and so it did. He escorted her home and parted only after a promise to write her a longer, better piece of mentality, as he termed it. Tiue to his promise, the vain youth at his earliest opportunity wrote the following and mailed it to Polly: DEAR POLLY. 'Twas by a lucky chance I met you at a Rio Dell dance, And, though 1 seldom or never roam, I had the nerve to take you home. I'd never seen you 'fore, And may never see you more, But I wonder who goes to see you As I would like to do. X Oh, nothing would give more joy To this bashful little boy! And though this message may never Never to its destination reach, I hope that youill remember Mama's Little Peach V' 5 Time rolled on and several weeks came and went. Then the youth, at a Fourth of July celebration, caught sight of Polly among the dancers on an outdoor dancing floor. He caught her eye, and she, held by his gaze, nearly fell over herself and everybody else to get to him and tell him what a beau- tiful piece of poetry he had written, praising him, as is the way of women, and he was led on, as is the way of men. Now Polly, though charming, was deceitful, for she had come to the 'dance with another young man, a suitor as it were, and yet she led the vain 'youth on to such an extent that he spent most of the day with her and re- turned tro the dance that night in hope of furthering his suit. He was sorely disappointed to find her other suitor before him, while Polly was listening attentively to the -words he spoke to her. At the earliest possible chance, -when that other suitor's attention was elsewhere, the youth led Polly forth 30