Grants Pass High School - Toka Yearbook (Grants Pass, OR)

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THE T O K A JUNE 1910 muittmairp anft the dkirtFr-S’ttak? Sum a auuriBl IBas Cntrrtainpii TOlylf fflailtny JFor a Sruknt Jiart Sy SrtraiB S. tmrall I WO things were responsible for Colonel Miller’s meeting Tommy. The first was the warm spot he had in his heart for every boy of the Barefoot Kingdom; the other was his peculiar [mania while touring of leaving the motorists’ [beaten path and following strange highways. His attempt to follow one such highway, which I was a tortuous cow-trail widened to a road, overtaxed the ability of both his chauffeur and |the machine, and laid the entire outfit up with |a broken axle just in front of Tommy's gate. While the chauffeur rode an easy-going farm horse back to the nearest town to wire for a new axle, the Colonel remained and became acquainted with Tommy. The matter of a millionaire’s six-cylinder touring car breaking down near the front gate was accepted as merely an incidental occurrence by the red-headed boy; the main thing was that the corpulent gentleman with the full-moon face must remain overnight. Sb he took it upon himself to entertain the chance guest befittingly. Tommy knew where to find every root, leaf, berry and bark that would make a tea of medicinal virtue, and as the millionaire was unfortunately stranded in the ‘ ague belt,” the lad advised the use of these native herbs as a preventative against “the shakes.” He asked the Colonel if he knew how to capture garter snakes, and when the rich man admitted his ignorance, the lad led the way down a cow trail to give a practical demonstration of the best method. Tommy took from his jacket pocket a baking powder can with a cover. We’ll put him in this can when we’ve captured him,” the boy informed. But it might bite you,” the Colonel cautioned. Garter snakes don’t bite,” the lad assured. They’re the only kind we have out here. Besides, 1 don’t give ’em a chance, even though they wanted to. You just watch me.” With his Jack knife Tommy cut two dogwood sprouts, leaving a short fork at one end of each. One stick was long, the other short.