Liberty High School - Lion Yearbook (Brentwood, CA)

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THE HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL .3 l'm not going to--oh, yes, l am too, l don't care-Jack, dear, how do you exist? ll'hen the whole family had been engaged for some time in Utidying up and tixing things. and supper was over. ,lack took Sylvia out on the porch to see the last of the sunset over our mountains, as he Called them. She looked long and silently, then glanced around at the little house and said softly, And do you J't'1lHht' like it here? Yes, very much. But jack. how can you? jack smiled quietly and saidi I can't tell you, but if you stay awhile. by and hy you'll know for yourself. And by and by Sylvia did know, HOv+-? Says Russell to the shorthand class Now we will see if you are fast. A letter to his wife he wrote And then he gave a business note. Now let me see your notes, says he. .And looked around quite knowingly, 'Compared the notes, then gave them back' -And wisely looked around: But never knew that all the time ffle held them upside down, Sing a song of sixpence, Pockets full of rye, Four and ten Sophomores Playing on the sly. VVhen the Professor left the room They all began to fool. l'Vasn't that enough to spoil The line tone of our school? A MODERN CRUSADE. The Crusades, which were so coni- tuon during the Middle .-Xles. have been revived at L. U. ll. S. This Klodern Crusade is carried on by the Faculty for the purpose of rescu- ing the nbarlwarons language from some of the Sophomores and for the cstahlishing' of the civilized and more cnltured .-Xnglo-Saxon. lt is waged primarily against the man he. done, seen and got. The flames uf the teachers' anger has been kin- dled heeause no heed is taken when corrections are made. There is an interesting tradition in connection with this First Crusade. lt seems that once upon a time in a large room on a certain day Prof. Russell was observed in earnest con- versation with a small boy. The boy looked small and the Professor looked tall. When he asl-ed the boy if he had ever learned the correct use of done and did, the lad fearlessly re- plied. Yes, sir. I dfun' that in the Grammar School. tlt is evident that he did.l This incident again stirred the liaculty to a more heated contest. Hy a recent edict of the Faculty. remission from scoldings, after hour lectures. and other suitable rewards are to be granted to all who faith- fully comply with the Terms of Peace. One by one the pupils are enlisting and we hope that before this quarter ends we shall have a standard established and maintained in our school that shall be worth striving for, E. U. H., ,UU

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4 'l'HlC HIGH SVIIOUI. ANNUAL in front of her was a heap of HCWS- papers and periodicals. with a sofa cushion on top, on the other side of the room. were scattered some old letters that had apparently been orig- inally intended for the open Iireplace, and had somehow missed their des- tination. 'llwo ovcrcoats and a pack- age of dried fruit samples were on one chair. jacks banjo and a broken hoe handle on another. the shelves around the room were lilled with a miscellaneous collection of china. books, pictures and groceries. Sylvia opened the 'door to the right and shut it again with a bang: she only saw that the bed had not been made up. and you could write your name in dust on the bureau. lXlother! Do for pity sake come here and look! Did you vz'cr.' And jack wouldn't so much as have his window shade run up crooked at home. :Xt the sound of her voice Mrs. Hal- lan appeared in one door. and Jim Kee in the other. Sylvia knew of course that Chinese servants were common in California, she -knew that jack had one, but when lirst she saw him-well, she picked up her skirt with both hands, stepped gingerly across the lloor and addressed Jim loudly and distinctly: VVhere is your master? jim looked puzzledg when Sylvia knew a little better vvbo man- aged that household she did not won- Her. XVhere is Mr. Hallan, or Mr. Vin- cent? even more imperiously. Me no savceg not come home till late. lJon't you know what they are doing? iligatcef' and No savee: maybe ,Inu turned away as it' unwilling to waste more time in such frivolous converse. , . . Sylvia gave lnm one indignant glance and dashed through the kitchen to the back door. Even in her hurried passage. however, she could not help seeing in what excellent or- der the room was. She tlew through the door and along the path to the barn. How could her brother. jack, intellectual, gentlemanly, well-bred, as he had always been. be living here? She had almost reached the barn when she saw a ligure coming toward the house from the opposite direc- tion. He had on an old and dingy llannel shirt, and a pair of high rubber boots. The boots' were covered with soft, sticky mud, so was a large shovel he was carrying, and there was a goodly quantity of the same mixture on his face and hands. For a moment Sylvia hesitated, wondering what new dragon she was to meet. Then a look of utter amaze- ment eame into her face. 'Qlackl Good gracious, !uck. ' Jack raised his eyes and looked al- most as surprised as she did. Sylvial Hfhy, little sister, how did you get here today? There, don't touch me. I've been out in the irri- grating ditchesg I'm all over mud!

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ti 'I'I-IIC HIGH SCIIOUI, ANNUAL PROPHECY. Last night as I lay dreaming As dreams sometimes come to mei I saw my present schoolmates As plain as A B C. ' l .Ns I lay still as dreamers will. In not the least suspense. I thought the day sometime away, 1 dreampt 'twas five years hence. I started off to Berkeley And took the hrst through train. And met an old acquaintance, Ray Shafer was his name. And with him was a lady XVhom I recognized at sight .-Ks an L. U. H. S. student- Our jolly ehum, Jean yVhite. I took my seat, the brakeman passed. 'Twas Leonard, sure as fate. I placed my hat upon the rack, Prepared to calmly wait. .-Xt Sixteenth street Miss l-Iorr was waiting-- - Such was her former name. Before the train had fairly stopt A young man to her came. She threw her arms around his neck And greeted him with kisses, As now, of course, her name was changed, For instead of Miss 'twas Mrs, And Lester stbod a short space off, A book agent was he, Who talked and sold to young and old In gentlest courtesy. Then stepping quickly from the car I hastened to a bank. 'Twas Miss Irene who cashed my check. For 'cashier was her rank. Then gancing in a little room I saw the Presidentg 'Twas Arthur Howard working hard All on the future bent. I heard a brisk typewriter. Johanna made it whiz ln a way that did convince me She understood her biz. Then down the street an engine dashed, Going to beat the band. Millard sat upon the seat With things at his command. As I stood gazing up and down A sign board caught my sight. Easter hats all up-to-date, Proprietress, Miss Knight. l stepped into a large cash store To get some fancy lace. Miss Euna Goodwin greeted me With a bright and smiling face. I glanced at the stenographer As I stood there a-waiting, 'Twas Rosie Miller' as I live And Harrold was dictating. XVhy! hello Dutch, how'S thing? Fine, come on to dinner, lf l'm to he a judge of cooks, every- Then Alma is a winner. Tonight, said Dutch, there is a farce By the U. C. students giveng Tomorrow is a football game, W'e have a good eleven. lVe went that night to see the play, And Ollt came Leo first, And played upon a violin A tune so sweet it must have been in holiness emersed.