Liberty High School - Lion Yearbook (Brentwood, CA)

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to be filled with a superhuman strength. Nothing phased him. He never once looked at the crowded grandstand where sat one pale sorrowful maiden, with no locket or pin adoruing her bosom. But even this pale sad lily joined in the great cheer that arose when Horgan won the game. That night the principal was freed. I think he enjoyed the long walk home, with his one shoe, for Mr. Sally had once written a book entitled, The Value of Outdoor Exercise. On Monday, the principal was ill and not able to attend school. X doctor was summoned and pronounced his ailment a very serious case of pneumonia. Meantime our three heroes were very badly scared. And now what? articulated Horgan between chattering teeth. -4 Yes-now what? moaned Juster. We must run away! whispered the arch-hero Lee. Run away be darned! shouted Horgan. I'm going to make a clean breast of the whole rotten business to Mr. Sally. After deliberation they all decided to do this. So three wretched boys soon found themselves again in the room of Mr. Sally. He smiled upon them, for their visit was a pleasing surprise to him. Horgan made the confession. It was so full of real repentance that soon there was not a dry eye in the room. Even Mr. Sally had to weep a little. My boys, said the principal, you have been guilty of a great crime. Had you come to me, and asked if you could have the game, I should not have interfered. In t'act I knew all the time about your clandestine plans. and had decided not to prevent their execution. We shall let the matter drop, because you have suffered enough and for this offense I excuse you, and I forgive you. Amid many handshakes, smiles and tears the heroes departed. A few days later Mr. Sally was again at his desk, entirely recovered i'rom a severe cold. A week later the pale sorrowful maiden was again rosy and gay, and-let me whisper-she wore a pin and a little locket' while a very happy hero was driving her around in his big steamer. -l it EARLE GREEN. aw , ' xy V. Pi -..Ju-f

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his clothes. although one shoe was left behind in the excitement. Th- hoys blindfolded him before lifting him Into the car. Awall' Sll'11lIl 'l the heroes with their spoil. All is fair In love and war, said Hot-sull- and this is both love and war. They locked Mr. Sully ln n dump dark cellar. nailed the door securely. and departed in the steamer. in silence as deep as the night was bealuliflll. t'arthago elenda est. said Horgan. Yes, it just had to be done. added .Iuster. Then Horgan found that he had left his hat In the principal's bed- room. Such circumstantial evidence! Of course he had to go back after it. It was beginning to be daylight, too. So into the window crawled our hero once more, and stole up to the absent prlncIpaI's room, got his hat, and started down the stairs. But in his hurry he stumbled. and fell head-long. knocking over a huge china flower pot which made a horrible racket.. Before he realized what had happened. a door opened to his left and a figure in a white gown approached him. Of all the horrors' He recognized Marguerite in the morning twilight. She almost screamed when she saw him, but he quickly got up and showed her who he was. Why Horgan Loader! What are you doing here? Well er- I- er- came in- why to get my- er- ah- hat a that is- er- left my hat here the last time I was here. so I er- rather needed it this morn- ing. so as you see I came after it. Yes, so I perceive. said the sympathetic Marguerite. But I.can't see why It was so necessary for you to get your hat at this nnheavenly hour. and besides to break up all the furniture. Then she began to laugh. for Horgan did look killing amid the wreck of that flower DOI. Horgan hardly knew what to do. but quickly decided to tell Marguerite the whole truth, for he knew that she was a real game sport. and could keep a good secret. He also knew that she did not agree with her father in his football sentiments. In his winning way, he told her the story of the whole nIght's work. In ten minutes she knew everything. At times during the recital she smiled. at times she frowned. and she finally burst into tears. Horgan Loader, she said In sepulchral tones. you were right in wanting the game today. My father was wrong. I admlt this. I love a good joke. too. But this affair has gone too far. I thought you were a gentleman, at least not a sneak. Horgan Loader I am no tattle-tale. I shall never tell a FOIII how you fellows have outraged my poor father. But you may consider our acquaintance at an end. Here is your pin Mr. Loader. and here is the little locket containing your picture. Horgan departed. The sun was just rising as his eyes closed in fltfnl slumber. At noon'he was awakened. and at two o'clock, was on the field with the others ready to battle with the team of the Laurel High School. The game was soon on In full blast. Everybody knows what :t football game Is. so I shall not des'-ribe the terrible excitement: how the heroes struggled: how the girls In the grand stand scratched, and hit. and tore each other's hair In jealousy: how one Horgan Loader covered himself with glory by practically winning the game for Parller. He seemed

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A Ilialtlu Stntsri At-ross the dark'ning hills I look, away To where the mystic mountain holds her sway:- The space between is filled with golden plains l-'rom which the farmer harvests ripened grains.-A Beyond the magic mountain drops the sun, And in his setting, tells, The day is done. The fleet-y clouds which pile against the sky Take on a glorious radiance and high. 'Tis Gcd who spreadeth there with hand so bold The pigm:-nts lnright-the Cardinal and Gold! J. K. D., '10