Glendora High School - Bellendaine Yearbook (Glendora, CA)

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A D 0 l ' ' C I 1 IQ LA IDALMA 55 TREASURES F ROM THE SEA CHEST URASHIMA Timo One of my ambitions is to translate Iapanese stories, poetry, and essays. I have now little knowledge of Iapanese language, so my sister often reads and helps me to translate. The Iapanese poetry is very beautiful. I like the poet- ry bestg it always gives me an ethereal feeling. This story, which I am about io translate, is a short fairy tale, hundreds of years old. The Iapanese people used to tell the story to their children, the children to their children, and now we have it written in books for us. fl: PK 'I' One summer day in the twenty-Hrst year of Yuryaku, Urashima Taro push- ed his boat out of the bay of Suminoye, and rowing alone, disappeared into the blue ocean. He cast his line to fish. He fished for a long time, and not having any luck, decided to go home. When he drew in the lines, a turtle came up. He had caught the sacred turtle. Urashima Taro let it go immed- iately, for he feared that he might arouse the anger of the gods. Urashima Taro grew dozy as he rowed his boat toward the shore. Shak- ing himself so that he might not fall asleep, he saw rise in front of him a beautiful maiden in flowing robes of crimson and blue with her hair cas- cading like a waterfall over her should- ers and to her feet. She moved toward him and touched him on the shoulder, saying: Be not afraid, Urashima Taro. I am the daughter of the Dragon King. I have come to reward you because you freed the sacred turtle. Come with me to Herai, the island of perpetual sum- mer, and live there as my husband. She stepped into the boat, took the oars, and began to row south. Urashima Taro did not know how long they had rowed because he was entranced by the beautiful girl at his side. At last they came to a green island, covered with the evergreen trees. In between the evergreen trees there stood the stately roofs and sweeping eaves of a great palace. Urashima Taro became the husband of Otohimeg and on this island where there was no death or decay, he dwelt for three joyous years. At the end of his third year, his desire to see his parents became so acute that Urashima Taro begged the princess to let him go to visit his home. The princess did not want him to gog but as it was his desire, she prepared for his departure, giving him at the last moment a tiny lacquered box tied by silken cords. She told him under no condition was he to open the box: for if he did, he would never see her again. Urashima Taro stepped into his boat and skimmed over the blue water to the shore of his native village. As he reached the village, a fear clutched his heart. This was not his village. The houses, the village, and the people had changed. Cnly the rocky headlands and the hills remained the same. lhirLy-one

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lb LA DALMA 55 To PEARL H. Lewis WELVE years ago there came to our high school and community, on call of the Board of Trustees, a splendid family-Mr. Charles L. Lewis, as commercial teacher, Mrs. Pearl H. Lewis, his wife, and their two children, Wyatt and Corabelle. Three years ago when Mr. Lewis, a great teacher, guide, and friend, was called by his Master, Mrs. Lewis assumed full responsibility for the commercial work. Whatever may be said of one in the school room may be said of the f other. They loved the school room, loved to teach, and loved the children who came under PEARL H. Lrzwts their charge. In the loss of Mrs. Lewis a great sorrow has again fallen over our school. Every teacher, every boy and every girl feels that he has lost a personal friend. Constantly her help was sought both in and out of class, and she always gave it cheerfully in her sweet, smiling, motherly way. For several years she has had charge of a group of girls in her department, the A.P.B.G. Club, and has been a cherished adviser of this club. Outside of her busy life at school, Mrs. Lewis found time to be a wonderful mother in her home. In church and in lodge she also played her part and played it well. Perhaps the rarest blessing is a memory of a beautiful, noble life spent in helpful service in home and church, in school and community. The blessing of lzer quiet life Fell on us like the dew, And good thoughts where lzer fool-steps pre.vs'ed Like fairy lnloxsoms grew. F. S. H.4YDEN, Principal thirty

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s D 4 5 ' ' 4 0 I IQ y LA DALMA Q53 He told his story to the passersby and asked them to direct him to the house of Urashimas, but they only ex- cused themselves and hurried on, think- ing him madg for this was year Iunna. Emperor Yuryoka had reigned three centuries ago. Fainfully puzzled, he wandered about the village. He wandered into an old unused cemetry where he found his name inscribed in a stone. This was too much for him, and he cried out in de- spair. In despair he started to open the box, thinking that it would lead him out of the terrible dilemma. He forgot the instruction of princess and franti- cally untied the cords. There was nothing inside but a handful of vapor which instantly spir- alled out into the thin air, formed into a fleecy cloud and drifted swiftly away over the sea to a spot where lay the island of Herai. At the same time a frightful change came over Urashima Taro. Within a single moment, the age thrice hundred years fell upon him. His hair turned snowy white, his body shrivelled, sight passed from his eyes, and he sank lifeless to the ground. YoNEKo Doi, '34 MY OTHER ME I have an animal in me- A wild little thing. If I stay too long in the house, Sitting in a chair, Sipping tea out of delicate china, Talking, reading, thirty-tw He grows cross and restless, begins To bite and scratch. So I take him out into the fields Under a tree. And he scratches and purrs, Peaceful and happy, Digs his toes in the brown earth, Strokes the grass, chews sticks, And finally drowses. Then I sneak home. Quietly, so as not to wake him, I settle down in my easy chair, I gaze at my delicate china And sniff the steaming tea, For these 'are the things I love, And books and the chit-chat of friends. I don't want to live in a Held And chew sticks! HELEN PIERCE, '34 I' NIGHT SONG Sink quickly thou, O sun of might, Behind thy grill of gold, For velvet pinions of the Night A mortal would enfold. Now softly gleam, O southern skies, The Night is coming near, Now sweetly beam, O angel eyes, My goddess draweth near. Her coming is the orbs of night- But soft, thou arrant fool! Who speaks of worshipping the Night Must die in Night's black pool. Dow PARKS, '35