Klamath Union High School - El Rodeo Yearbook (Klamath Falls, OR)

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2 KLAMATH COUNTY HIGH SCHOOL BOOMER. The Coming of the Prince. . I:R. E. A., t08.1 Helena laid aside the book very softly and sat very still for a minute that she might not break the delightful spell thrown over her by the ending of the story. It had been a story after her own' heart, rich in the glamour of medieval romance. The unfortuhate princess had suffered sorrows beyond the lot of women, but, at last, the prince had come-and all the dull gloom of .her life had blossomed into rosy joy. Unreal? Yes, in a way, it is unreal, mused the girl, and yet in spirit it is true. Perhaps, sometime, a MY prince Will come down that long. road between the fields and then ,6 a 99 it This endless, sordid, round of daily duties -this sweeping and dusting and cooking and sewing-all will be different then and -Helena stretched herself comfortably in the hammock and fell to dreaming. Gradually consciousness merged into oblivion. She was a princess, fair and tall, and she dWelt in a gloomy gray castle beside a bitter sea. Her soul was filled with sadness and wrought With ineffable longing. Once, leaning through the easement, she saw a knight, her prince, come riding through the stern gate of the castle like a ray of sunshine enter- . ing a dark room, and joy was born in her heart. She rode with him to a land of blossom and springtime. where a pure white castle rose beside a fair blue lake-blue as the smiling sky that arched above. Beautiful flowers crowded. the shore and crept up the walls of the palace, and as she mounted the marble steps, leaning on the arm of the prince, rows ,of white-robed maidens as lovely as the flowers stood and courtesied as she pass- ed, owning her as mistress. The joy in her heart waxed greater and greater until it possessed her whole being and enfolded her as in a mantle. She wandered all the day midst the beauties of the castle and gardens and the prince was ever near and new blisses opened before her at every step. But at sunset the maids came to her in troubled groups. Fair mistress, you have given us no directions for the feast, they said. And the poor princess knew not what to answer, for she '

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' Dedication Ode. U. G. SWANJ 0 Future, oft we look to thee Behind the clouds of mystery, Clouds oft so black, We start aback, Again all bright, The hopeful light, Shines from thy clouds of mystery. As priests of old would view the cloud, The incense burning sacrificial'shroud Towlearn the fate, Of, nations great, So hopefully, N ow study we, , 0 Future, thy auspicious cloud. ,Methinks I see in letters gleam Words that naught, no naught can mean Than that in here, From year to year Shall grow success, And nothing else, ' Those gleaming words to me can mean. 0 walls withintwhich now we stand, Thou noblest pile of Klamath land, Ma purpose pure, t ' . In ere endure, Nor meanness vile, Thee e'er defile, . , Thou noblest thought of Klamath land. May powers be tutored in these halls For manly work, for womanly calls, May wiSdom's light, These halls make bright, May learning bloom , Within each room, Its fragrance perfume all these halls. Mayymany friends full warm with zeal With .wills to do, with hearts to feel, Arise to heed Thy every need, I That those who've planned Thy mission grand May see its worth each year reveal. When ears have passed in rapid fiight These gricks grown brown. our heads grown white, May memory twine, Like iv vine, Of kin ly'deed, Of friends who heed, . As the bricks grow brown and the heads grow whlte. And now these halls we dedicate, That learning ma them consecrate, That youth ul bands From Klamath lands May learn to climb To heights sublime For this, these walls, these halls, we dedicate.

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KLAMA'11H COUNTY HIGH SCHOOL BOOMER. 3 was unskilled in such matters and had deemed not that they would disturb her happiness in this fair home. i Then it seemed that the V pure walls of the palace grew discolored and gloomy, the sunshine faded away, there was a frown on the face of the prince, and the lovely dream was gone. . Helena sat up and winked the sleep from her eyes. The sun Was low and from the direction of the kitchen came the familiar Sounds of her mother preparing the evening meal. IiWhat a ridiculous dream she laughed, and yet perhaps there is as much truth in it as i11 the story I read this afternoon If some prince SHOULD sometime claim me and carry me to a castle of my own I should hate to be f011nd i11 such a case as I was in my: dream I believe I had better go to work and acquire more skill than I have at present or it might happen so. a ' ' So she left the hammock and the romantic story-book for more practical occupations in the culinary department. 7' '