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

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V Y Y - Y V' I 7f ff iff! MW 1AQ, pyfy.,f if ,, , -if ,Rigs C222 5 Q ff! ,0 1 ,,,f yf X yfy, I A .Nfl , VKX, ,X , , 1 l MW ff.. ,J ,.,,, V, ,,,, Vlylyfl, 4 I 1,7 11, , I. 1, ff X A 7 I , V of ,, . N,,f,,.A4,.V.,., ,,.,yA lgfygrrrfg, XJXY ,W dxf , KH 1 1 Miss VVinslow sank into her chair and with firmly pressed lips surveyed the hope- less case placed in her charge, out of whom she was to make an intelligent citizen. It had been a trying day for the term was in its first quarter, and the new class hard to manage. Teacher's patience and courage were at a low ebb, when suddenly a little hand shot into the air. Teacher, can we say our pieces ?'l It was the brightest pupil, who had often saved a trying situation. Yes, dear, you may give one. He was a beautiful child, whose devotion to his teacher won him the title from the other teachers of Miss Winslow's little knight. As he recited his piece, her glance fell upon the slow pupil. He had forgotten himself, and was gazing at the brightest child. For the first time, the boy's interest awoke, and teacher was startled to see the transformation. The next morning the little knight was waiting at the steps. Teacher can I do sumfun' for you P I think so. Come in and we will see. They, walked together through the halls of the fine building. Upon its walls were pictures of historic events while here and there a palm or huge basket of greenery was growing. They entered the second grade room and were greeted by a flood of sunlight. See here, would you like to sharpen these pencils ? The little knight was apparently lost in his task when he looked up and said, I don't see why Henry's mother and father send him to school-he can't learn anything. I suppose they are in hopes he will learn sometime, said the teacher. But he's awful good to us fellows, Miss Winslow. He always gives me his turn in the swing and yesterday he gave me all his marbles. The nine o'clock bell rang, and the line marched in. The subject of time telling was reviewed. Still the problem was too much for Henry. Then a happy thought struck Miss Winslow. Calling Henry to her desk, she placed her watch before him. The beautiful little time-piece caught his fancy and seemed to arouse .he slow intellect. Now, Henry, tell me where the hands are when it is two o'clock ? The big hand is there and the little hand there. ' Good! Now where are the hands when it is three o'clock ? --- Yes Four o'clock ?-right. And six o'clock P--Good! l'll let you take the watch to your seat and you may make a picture of it. lie very careful with it. With an expression of unusual joy, he carried the treasure to his seat and spent a happy hour. Suddenly upon the quiet air the fire alarm sounded and each child ran to his usual place. In the hall the children from the other rooms were gathering. Sixteen

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i f 1 1 1, . 0' X f I J p f The Gossips 4 - f RS. DANIEL J. DOBBS, widow of the late lamented Daniel john- son Dobbs, of Maysville, stood leaning idly on her broom, as she it I gazed with an all seeing eye up and down the one paved street of which Maysville boasted. She was neglecting her Saturday's sweep- ing, in hopes of discovering some choice morsel of gossip to run to Miss Uphelia's with, before Miss Ophelia had a chance to run to her. However, she saw nothing but the dignified little Scotchman, Mr. Mc- Cleary, on his daily trip to the train, and as she knew all about him or at least as gt I , much as anyone else had been able to discover, which amounted to nothing more than the fact that he took the same train every morning for the city and returned at the same time every evening. Therefore, this person on the otherwise deserted thoroughfare held no interest for her, and in the reaction of her dissappointment she turned to the door, discovering an odor of burning pie crust Floating to her nostrils, and she darted for the kitchen. Then Mrs. Dobbs, hearing the rumble of wheels, hastily ran to her front window which commanded a view of all the street between her house and the station. She immediately recognized the station carry-'all and one of its occupants as Mr. McCl-eary. This fact within itself was strange, but stranger still was the sight of a strange young woman, with very little hat and a very long feather, slyly patting her companions hand. Mr. McCleary didn't seem to resent it, neither did they try to hide tl1e long-necked bottle in the rear of the carry-all. Mrs. Dobbs, scenting scandal and knowing that she could reach Miss Ophelia's before the carry-all did, ran hastily through her back gate across a vacant lot scattering stray pups, chickens and small boys as she ran. She literally fell panting into Miss Ophelia's kitchen rocker and gasped out the startling news. And for proof, she told Miss Ophelia, just look out your front windowfl Miss Ophelia did so, just in time to see the carry-all with the old horse clattering along on a loose shoe. She was so amazed at what she beheld that the woman in the carry-all immediately became a show actor girlu from the city and the one long-necked bottle assumed the proportions of several. Mrs. Dobbs and Miss Ophelia parted at Miss Ophelia's front gate, each to go her own way with the story. The story, unlike the proverbial rolling stone, gained to such an extent with each telling, that by the time it reached the minister's ears the show actor girlu became three and the long-necked bottle a whole case of real wine. The minister immediately decided it was his duty to see Mr. McCleary. VVhether or not the decision originated from the saintly desire to save a soul or a long-necked bottle, is unknown. However, that is as it may be. Eighteen