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

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'24 Second Qsouth Sea qduoolev QNE mild evening in June, I was sitting by the Window idly flip- ping the pages of a magazine. This magazine was, The Amer- ican Boy. If I had kept that fact in mind, I might have been spared a great disappointment. Suddenly the pages of this celebrated monthly slipped open, and I found myself staring at these words: PRIZE CON- TEST. Immediately below these words were the following in smaller type: TELL WHAT YOU LIKE TO DO BEST. DO NOT BE MOD- EST! Instantly my mind went sailing away on the wings of imagination. Within two minutes I espied the letter before me containing the Prize which I had won by not being unduly modest. How should I spend this prize was the next question. I solved it in an instant. My mother, my sister, and I, should go on a trip to Hawaii-Hawaii, the land of my dreams. In my mind's eyeI saw the pearly beaches of Waikiki before me. In the distance I discerned the brilliant foliage and blossoms of the Ale garoba and Bougainvillea rioting in semitropical luxuriance. Still far- ther in the distance I seemed to see the cratered summit of Mt. Kilauea beckoning me on. Many colored fishes flashed through the warm sea, making it bright with their brilliant lives. Myriads of surf-riders gal- lantly topped the rolling waves. I seemed to see myself doing likewise. KI am always a great athlete in my dreams.D Suddenly I came down from these realms of fancy with a BANG. As I had idly glanced at the page before me, my eyes were held by these words: Cash prizes will be awarded as follows: First Prize 355. I have a natural resiliency which appears to resist all attempts to keep me gloomy. I soon reflected that five dollars will buy some things. But a few minutes before I had cavorted with fish of the tropical seas, now my mind revelled in thoughts of silks and laces. About this time it occurred to me, that perhaps I had better write that essay, which was to win the prize. I started to read the require' ments of this contest. They seemed simple, until my eyes fell on the last line in the page. Just one short line dashed my hopes from the highest heights to the lowest levels. Why didn't I remember that this magazine was the Amer- ican Boy? Once more I read the sentence to make sure. Yes, it truly said: This contest is open to BOYS ONLY. 14'- -3 Page Thirty

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A Qgenioris .Bament fQ0emJ Four years have We spent in this old Sehoolg We have done our best to obey the rules, But still they think us a bunch of fools. Ah me, Luek's Hard! We think we're clever so we pull some Wit. Do the faculty see it? Not a bit! We 've done our best, but we cau't make a hit. Ah me, Luck's Hard! In Study it's Be quiet you noisy gang, Emphasized with a book on the desk with a bang. All we did was Whisper when whang-- A Ah me, Luek's Hard! Now what have we done to be treated thus? Why are We always in for abuse? Why are We always so frightfully used? Ah me, Luek's Hard! C. A. '25 V A Page Twenty-n

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The Cgea QQoemj I stand upon a stretch of yellow sand And gaze afar, Where skyline meets the sea. Their colors blend in one, no line or band To made it seem less beautiful or free. The breaking wavelets plash around my feet And then recede-new friends again to make. The air is filled with fresh 'ning tang so sweet My heart thrills with a not unpleasant ache. The sea enchants me so I cannot move, But gaze in fascination at her charms. When this life ends, I hope the sea I love Will take me then and rest me in her arms. Iliff! C. A. '25 Page Thirty-one