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

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8 THE TOKA Then out through the door And down to the gate A figure rushed quickly. But, Ah! ’twas too late! For fast was it locked And high to the top And though made of Iron There was danger ’twould drop. So back up the stairs In haste then it flew. And all through the building The air became blue; While over the floor Ran rivers of tears That would fill any soul With thousands of fears. The boys just outside Were kicking the ball And making such noise That they heard not a call. Then dusk came at last. And up to the hall There wandered one boy To dispose of the ball. He unlocked the door And fell back in fear; For within a ghost screeched And his doom he thought near. But he gathered his courage And entered with care. When whom to his joy Should he see standing there But a dainty young maiden With a deep, frowning brow And smiling through tears Stood Miss McAdow. The door had been closed And as no one was nigh To rush to her aid She was ready to die. But the sight of a human So lessened her fright That she welcomed him gladly And beamed with delight. With a loud cry of Joy She sped on her way; They were friends evermore From that memorable day.

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THE TOKA 7 Once there the king was a prisoner and for seven months Cortes ruled the Empire through the king, who was his captive in hiB own capitol and surrounded by millions of loyal subjects. At last the Mexican people lost patience. An attack was ordered on the Spanish. The king tried to stop the war but he was assassinated while speaking to the army. After the death of the king the war began in earnest. Soldiers poured into the city from all over the empire. Thousands of these were killed by the Spaniards but others came to take their places. At last, hard pressed, Cortes decided to leave the city. He made the attempt after dark. The army of the natives, however, learned of the attempt and made an attack on the retreating soldiers. The Spanish were completely routed, over two-thirds of the entire force being destroyed. Later, Cortes returned to the city and conquered it after a prolonged siege, then changing it from a New World Empire to a Spanish Colony. Almost four hundred years have passed since Cortes first landed on the Mexican coast. Today all that Is left of the millions of highly civilized, well-governed people are a few wandering bands of Aztecs who weave blankets or string beads for the tourists, who travel through that region. And of proud old Spain, the country that carried on this great conquest, stripped of her great colonial possessions, humbled among nations, and with dissension at home, nothing remains. ®hr Nujlit Hrfnrr ffiaUnuip’rn 'Twas the night before Hallowe’en And all through the school Not a creature was stirring Or breaking a rule. The doors were all locked With greatest of care. In the fear that bad boys Ere long would be there. When all of a sudden There arose such a clatter That no one could tell Just what was the matter. Such a hurrying of feet. And trying of doors. Then wailings infernal Were mingled .with roars.

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THE TOKA 9 “$ljf iHan of (Elarkfi Prak” 4P NB very warm day in July one could have seen three young men certain peak in the Rocky Mountains. They carried overcoats strapmaking their way up a cog railroad which goes to the summit of a ped up in bundles upon their backs, and long walking sticks, which they were UBing for every purpose except as a help up the steep incline. Other travelers, who were just returning from their long journey to the summit, noticed their unnecessary exertions and warned them that they would need all their surplus energy before they had finished the hard trip before them. One might think it strange that they should be walking, when they might Just as well ride up on the train which went to the very summit, but this railroad did not get many passengers like these young men. They were out to ‘‘rough it” and wanted to meet with all the difficulties to be expected in carrying out such an expedition. These three young men were George Palmer, Charlie Straton, and his brother Earl. They had formed a fast friendship while in college and were now taking their vacation after their graduation. George was less fortunate than his chums, who had all the pleasures of home life, for he had never known his parents. He had always lived under the care of a guardian who had never told him of his father or mother. Late the same afternoon we might again have seen these three upon the last mile of their Journey. They no longer showed actions of surplus energy, but were now busy battling with the difficulties that confronted them. They were silent except for their deep breathing, for at this altitude the air is very light, and they were compelled to halt every little while. The wind was blowing a gale, and the drifting snow beat without mercy against their faces. The overcoats that were at the start very burdensome, were now most welcome. During one of their halts to regain a little of their lost energy which had been so carelessly wasted at first, they became aware that they were being followed by some one who continually dodged about the boulders to keep out of sight. They called to the unknown person and went back to search for him. but he could not be found. As they continued their Journey they made several unsuccessful attempts to discover the one who was following them. It was just about dark when they reached the summit. A good strong cup of coffee and a hot luncheon put new strength Into their bodies. They engaged rooms at the hotel for they wished to remain there for the night in order that they might see the splendor of the rising sun. They told the landlord about the man whom they noticed following them and asked if other travelers had ever had similar experiences. In answer to this they were told that they had been followed by the “Wild Man of Clark’s Peak.” Other climbers had spoken of seeing him, but he