Liberty High School - Lion Yearbook (Brentwood, CA)

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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

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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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Zur the ,Sake uf Sltiiup tWith Apologies-,A True Storyl Early one beautiful morning in the spring of 1915 a ship loaded with young men and women left the port of San Francisco. It was a long. long time ago, but my memory of the event is as fresh as tho it had all happened yesterday. We were comrades, all of us, and as it happened, alumni of the same school. We sailed bravely out into the broad Pacific To make a tour of the world was our object. Our brave Captain Dyche paced the deck in his broad trousers and fancy stockings, giving short orders here. and hasty advice there. Under his auspices a dance and card party was to be given the first night out. Like the rest of us, he had become weary of the slow existence in ment- wood, and his chief aim in life was to return some day to the little town and win the heart and hand of some fair lady. Under the able leadership of Captain Dyche we sailed on and on day after day. It was all one glorious dissipation of joy. There was only one event of an unpleasant nature, and that happened during our sojourn in Honolulu. Frank Helm insisted on holding a Civics class in the stale room, in order to review the Territorial Government of Hawaii. But sad to say, during one of the recitals a bucket of ice water was mysteriously thrown over his head. This ended all future efforts of an educational nature. We wet'e several days out from Honolulu on the path to Japan. The sea was as calm as glass. Soft gnusic was emitted from the cabin where the captain's sister was playing the Cubanola Glide. Ray Good- win's beautiful soprano was wafted out over the waters by a light breeze. Elaine Wallace was reading a sermon in her state room, the text being, Evils of Flirtationf Jessie Johnson was poring over a book of Economics. it study which she dearly loved. Poor girl, her ambition was to he Mayor of Brentwood, and little did she dream at that moment of her untitnely demise. There was no premonition of tragedy in the air. The ship sailed peaceably on. But suddenly, one of those terrible storms of the South Sea arose. It advanced like the tiger and clutched us with its claws. The ship rocked like a nightmare of earthquakes. Women screamed, and men looked at each other in ferr. I can't. describe the horror of that night. The masts of the ship were torn away. The smoke stack fell over to one side, and toward morning. all faces went white, and all eyes started almost ont of their sockets at the horrid cry of Firel Fire! The engine room is on fire. To the boats! The boats were lowered amid hoarse shouts and shrill screams. XVP all reached the boats in safety, although Van Prince fainted dead away as soon as the danger was over. Olive Siple and Harry Hobbs were very cool headed and owing to their efforts a good supply of bread, meat, other foods, water and even blankets were collected into the boats. The storm