Liberty High School - Lion Yearbook (Brentwood, CA)

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had allready abated. so we had not tnuch trouble in navigating our crafts. llurlng the following day we were all hopeful. and expected to be picked up by some passing ship before night. But we were disappointed. Alas! we drifted for three days and three nights! The food began to fail. Olive and Hobbs had eaten the greater share of it, and had drunk nearly all the water. Two more days of horror. Starvatlon and thirst stared us all in the face. Men and women grinned hysterically at each other. llenry Plumley jumped over board to comlnlt suicide. but the water was cold. and he yelled loudly for help. We rescued him and he thanked tts for saving his life. On the sixth day we sighted land, and soon drifted in to a calm harbor with a sandy shorc. All were nearly crazed with delight Men waltzed around with arms about each other. Eva Davis climbed a tree and laughed aloud. Susie Dickinson and Harold Collis had just walked up the shore a way when we all heard a shrill scream from Collis. We t'ound that he had stumbled over a human skull! After an investigation other human bones were found, and other skulls. Finally. it dawned upon us that we were in a land of cannibals. Our emotions were various. Some of the girls we-re so frightened that they hid their heads in the sand, thus thinking themselves hidden from view. Miss Twombley lost no time in examining the skull and she soon announced that the owner of that skull had never been vaccinated. lt is not necessary for me to describe our various emotions after the first discovery. You who have ever found yourselves lost on a cannibal island will know just exactly how we all felt. Suffice it to say, we were not bothered by cannibals that night. Early the next morning we were notlhed that after breakfast Mr. Vivian would discourse on the political situation in the Cannibal Islands, and that Mies Mclntyre would lecture on the Welfare of the Cannibal Youth. But sad to relate these plans were never fulfilled. Minnie Sheddrick was the first to perceive a spectacle that blanchetl all our faces with horror. Not half a mlle distant we saw a great green horde coming toward us. As lt drew nigh we perceived that it was an army of half naked savages-as green as emerald. We stood ln fear. Dyche gave instructions not to tight, for there were a thousand of the monsters approaching. As they approached the alr became green because of their greenness. We noted with astonishment that their complexions were green, their arms. hands. and legs were green: their hair was green. and their eyes were green! Miss Qulrk took out her sketch book. and invited Richard Wallace to arslst her ln a water color sketch, but alas! the green paint was all gone. They surrounded us. that motley throng, and their chief, a huge green fellow, looked at mo ln a hungry way. He stepped up and squeezed Mary Parenti's cheek, and grunted with satisfaction. There were mutterlngs among the savages. and then we were all picked up bodily and carrlei away to their clty. Due to some charm about me. l had already won the approval of the chief. who took me to his own palace. l was treated with great respect by him. and that night was left unguarded ln a small room.

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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

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Now the chief had a very beautiful daughter, who had the same green complexion. Her name was Hippo, and she took a great fancy to me. Her soft green eyes were on me all day. , That night as I sat alone. thinking of our plight, a light hand was laid on my shoulder, and looking up I saw the green princess standing before me, clothed in a purple robe glistening with jewels. She sat down near me and began to weep. This lasted nearly an hour. Losing patience at last, I rose and thundered, Woman! what do you want? At this sho arose also, and throwing her arms around my neck, wept as tho her heart would break. This made me feel uneasy, to have a maiden's arms around my neck, for I had always been a woman hater, but she was beautiful and I was young and inexperienced, so I let her keep them there. Then she kissed me, and l stood there. She kissed me once more, and departed as quietly as she had come. Next morning at sunrise I was led to a place where a great throng of green men and women were gathered around a roaring fire. Near the fire were most of my companions. Suddenly the throng began to yell, and three muscular savages seized upon .Iohn Parachini as their first victim. Oh the horror! He was hurled screaming into a huge dish resembling a frying pan, and the lid was placed over him. Then boiling water was poured over him thru a funnel. After him Eugene McCarty' was seized: and never before in my life had I seen such a look of horror on the face of mortal man. Mary Parenti was then sacrificed.i 'Oh the sadness of it all! Myra Pearce was the next victim. She bit and scratched and tore, but to no avail, and into the frying pan she also wentl Stanley Cabral was next on the menu. He was very stubborn at first, and made horrible faces at the chief, but he also went in. After that Captain Dyche. He was game to the last. After smashing a savage's green nose, he quieted down, and started to ga-sp a message home, but here he was seized and heard no more. When these were well cooked they selected me, but the Princess Hippo ran up and interfered. I know not what she said, but at any rate I was taken back to the palace and left in charge of a savage, who on a sudden dropped dead with an arrow in his throat. I turnedi and be- held the green princess beckoning to me. I followed. She led me to the shore and ordered me into a large canoe. well supplied with food and water. Mile after mile we went, silently like the barge of King Arthur. Hippo kept her eyes ardently glued upon me. and I felt. that she loved me. In the course of three days we sighted land again. and she rowed me into a little harbor. We go out of the boat, and she picked me up ou her shoulder, and carried me far up into the mountains. After three hours we approachei a small village, and she conducted me to one of the cottages owned by a cannibal named Skimp. He was a huge beautiful fellow, and he seented overjoyed to see the princess. They talked together for a few minutes, and then he came and looked me over, felt of my arms, legs and neck, then gave a grunt of approval. Two servants were summoned, who carried me out into the back yard. A fire was built, and oh! horrors of horrors! there was the dreadful frying pan. My thoughts were fearful indeed when the cannibal Skimp came up, and