Huntington Park High School - El Recuerdo Yearbook (Huntington Park, CA)

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iff- 0 W wwfff f 1 N aww f WW f 1 X ' 'K' ' ff 5 lzzzzz 4 7 8 lb? PW! ff!f all f IF or WIIZIIIWIWW Www ' J f' , I fr' ts Z A , W v , , f ,. ' fff ,N , 'I A -ff-' I y r' X f K ' , it Unconsciously Miss XVins1ow's hand touched her waist and she turned to another teacher with the exclamation, Oh, I have forgotten my watch! I'll go back and get it. No, said the principal, it's too late. I llut the principals words were lost on little Henry. for he, too, remembered teacher's watch, and in the excitement had slipped away unnoticed. Where's Henry, shouted the shrill voice of the little knight. An excited, search was made through the crowd, but to no avail, and the cry was raised, a child is still in the building. A fireman dropped his hose and rushed into the smoking building. Breath- lessly the crowd waited. Minutes seemed hours when he reappeared carrying in his arms the limp little figure. Dangling from one hangl was a gold chain attached to a tiny watch. The child was taken to his home near by, and as his little jacket was re- moved, from the pocket fell a slip of paper with a crude drawing of a watch and under it written many times in the large shaky letters of a childish hand, d-i-g. ' The next day Miss VVinslow sat by the little bedside. She held in her hand the last lesson of her dull pupil. A little stir of the body, he opened his eyes, and met the approving smile of teacher. As though a mask had been lifted, the dull ex- pression had vanished, and a new intelligence transformed the face. He glanced at the paper, and with a victorious smile whispered, I can do it. can't I, teacher P ELIZABETII ENGLISH, 'I6. Q Thoughtfulness I strolled along with shuffling feet, And dreamed of life's bright Hush, I strolled along, nor thought of those, Whose lives my weight would crush: The tiny ant that makes her home, In a hill of finest soil, And must for life's necessities, Spend all her time in toil: The spider, too, so scrawny legg'd. Whose antics we distrust, VVhose filmy web defines for us, The law of will and-must. 'Tis sad we do not take more heed, As on this earth we tread, But smite our lowlier friends of life, While we forge on ahead. HELEN REINIIAUS, ,I4. Seventeen