Girls High School - Journal Yearbook (San Francisco, CA)

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Y L l fl ls Af Tomi -4' ' I Q I 1 Ji T ,, A 71 To those who lie in No BI1l1l'S Lund, ' In lfruince, across the sou, ,af Whose graves halve ik-lt no loving hand Who vicfry may not see. They gow ilu-i1'lix'c:s that wa- might live 27 In pence :md S1ll't lj' lwrc. ' f 'lzo thvm wc now ull glory give, 1- or llwm we drop ll tour. Ol' . XYc Cannot bring llwm buck, we know, jgg ihf But thoughts oi' them ulwuy beside h Will kccp thcir llllIllCS forever gI'i.'CI1 ng 11211 ln xvul' purgccl wox'ld'fs new day. Sikntly BIARION Ilxlmls, June '19. gd Mr QM ffs wt fav mhf-cdr We IHLZ5 mg Klan: the lots fhffswd' Till their lip I . V -if-L11-1'-1-YL- 1 f2'1'.'.'.-.'.-. ' X I if , me Gxd X ' I . . f-l .. . 4 fJ'7 'l7 T'i- V . . . 9'-1:3:Q2:2:E:1:f' A. V n I fm' y y , 1 I yy, lplyvl, VI I -IW K I7 X ' ht N 4 , 1 f W f - , W f 1 mmf yi, .-lim? eq av X Z l W A l , her on ,ff I I A ff' 1' 4. jf n ' -1 E 2 I v W X 5 422: f ji WW X ' WX! A M. g forth a f l Ml I fairest . , Q J: bi' S ,fl ' Q - Q l so VV l U1 ' - ' f 2 but --Q l t I . a - Q 5 L . 4- CQ? QQ' .................Q Q56 C517 YQ? 1 mm' ' ahema 5 Kill bf l l Tl I tent. idling Biting Df the 3 prayil Vg She ll: G5iz:I5 liai Sc n ' Page Thirry gb JBU 1 Gil-lg zo 31 x i i 3 ? E 4

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A Little Bit of Aa'w'ce The wedding bells are tolling, Two or more souls are gone, All the guests are Weeping, And all begin to mourn. Here 'comes the bride a-shivering, Hesitating down the stairs, And every one looks with eager eyes, To seewhat the Martyr Wears. Her dress is long, and plain, and White, A shroud it surely resembles, And underneath that deathlike robe, The poor bride shakes and trembles. Oh! Doesn't she look happy! The murmur goes along. But, oh! that poor bride felt so sad, And the murmur was all Wrong. To her execution Went the young girl, With nervous steps and strides, And then she met her fatal doom, no The doom of all young brides. Weddings are like funerals, Nobody gives you a smile, So, girls, 'stay single for a time, And LIVE for a little While. T 4' IRENE SUMMERFIELD, June '20, c1Ei1:I5 leigh Scbnnl Qlnurnal J U N E, 1 9 1 9 Page Twenty-nine

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XX 4-lsbx N. . 2' 'I Q l The Secret of Crater Lake O :ENDOCINO had for many moons been the undisputed hunt- ing grounds of the mighty tribe of Klamaths, but at last Q oogooooo., o - - f sa ! . 0 gf ,.--- ,-., ts, ll11VZldCI'S had threatened their sovereign right, for the Q Q Q . z f twV3llCl1CCkC, the deadly enemies of the Klamath, had ,E ull my 3 Ot W ab tl ry is f ll 3 1 :dared to trespass upon the sacred region, and so the powerful Klamath tribe rose 1n all its strength to . avenge itself upon the transgressors. Et . I W j Now all was in readiness for the great struggle- l ' ithe mighty band of braves in their horrible paints rj - 'and feathers were dancing their war measure about L' nmumumu p crackling fire. The drums and tom-toms were beat- ing the Klamath war song, and Great Chief Pawanah with the Princess Tlama beside him, sat aloof, surrounded by the maidens of the race. Suddenly there was utter silence-the drums and tom-toms stopped their measure, the braves silently filed around the fire, and Chief Pawanah rose in homage to Kawmeah, aged Medicine Man of the Klamaths, as he 'came forth from his.hut. Kawmeah stood for a moment with his hand outstretched, and then he said: The gods do not favor Pawanahs' tribe, our sacrifices do not tempt them, our prayers will be unheeded, our very strength will be forever broken, if they oppose our cause. XVe must gain their favor-we must offer them our greatest sacrifice-a maiden of the Klamaths. VVe will give the gods their choice. We will have the drawing of the lots, and she who draws the marked lot shall be the Klamath offering to the gods. - The great council heard him through and as he finished a cry broke from their lips- The lots-the lots! The Klamaths must be saved. Prepare the lots! The old medicine man passed into his tent, and the maidens with mournful tread came forth and stood before the tent. Then Kawmeah appeared once more, bearing aloft the great basket filled with the strips of bark-the lots. May the gods hear the Klamaths and make their choice, he said, and the maidens filed past him, each drawing one of the terrible symbols. At last each maiden had made her choice and Kawmeah went to each one, examining her lot. At last he stood before Princess Tlama, but as he looked at her choice his face hardened and he scarcely seemed to breathe. He stood for a moment incredulous, and then stepped forth and proclaimed: The gods have decreed their willg they have chosen our fairest maiden. The Princess Tlama will save her people. During the speech Tlama stood motionless-transfixed at the horrible' thoughtg but as Kawmeah finished his decree, she fell before her father's feet-Tlama's father-he was first of all High Chief of the Klamaths and as such he had no alternative. You have heard the decree, he said to his people, the Princess will be ready with the rising of the sun. The council broke and Pawanah and his martyr daughter retired to their tent. All night long the tribe stood about the structure-their never ceasing wails telling of their sorrow at the choice. Within, great Pawanah spent his hours pacing the floor-back and forth he went, but he spoke not a word-he was chief of the mighty Klamaths. All night long Princess Tlama knelt before the window praying for the gods to intercede--praying that Loluwo, god of water, to whom she had, at her birth, been dedicated, would help her. dbirls leigh bcbunl Qlnurnal . .l L' N E, 1 9 1 9 Page Thirty-one