Liberty High School - Lion Yearbook (Brentwood, CA)

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I stooped as soon as possi ' bi ' .ec A stick had just n issed tJe v;ind-- » j ( I shield. The object in the road had heen Spopto Voi- a v as | j standing in the brush near by.. She had thro ' .vn the stick for j I Sport to chase, • I Jack jumped out of the car, . s Vera reached out her hand j to pet the dog. Jack remarked casually, Pretty dangerou.s busi- , i ness. Might have killed your dog, He turned to go, and v ould i j have said no more but the dog beat him back to the car, and re- ' fused to get out although Vera cal?.ed to him, i Won ' t you ride to the lane? Jack asked slov lyo She got i in the car, but neither one said a word, Vs lien Vera and Sport ' left the car. Jack would have sworn there Y ere tears in Vera ' s j eyes. Maybe she cared after all On the v ay home Jack ' s heart ached more than it had when } ■ -I he had gone to tov n. His thoughts travelled rapidly, Vera had « ! been teaching at hom.e all but that one year., A plan became j I fixed in his mind as he rode along. Ho would go to the m eet- I ing place by the brook en Sunday, Sunday camoc The Da vson ' .Vholesale House sedan v as seen to jbe dashing down the highway to the spot in the woods, I I Jack whistled low; Sport came hur ikying up the trail. Jack jwhispered, Good old dog, lead me to Vera. Hurry, dog, hurry, i jAs ' he pushed ae.idc the bushc-s he saw Vera leaning against the r ' old aspen treoo } y A:r.:. W Susan Wilder ' 26,

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' J v ' !-! • S) THE VEIilURSCOKE uI-.EY J)UCE,LINC; Upon the pond in Greemvooc floated a tin: , downy farr.ily cf wnite ducklings. In their midst a fon;l mama hovered ovei- them, scolding and petLir:g, almost at the same timio. Nov in this family there wac one who was more do Id and adventv ' resome than all the I ' est bony grey-coJ.oi ' iie vi ' as a lar;.; ed duchling. Perhaps he would nave oeen vMite too, had he rioi spent nost of his time getting himself dirty. lik ti ' xi on ' .vlii v. ' a s afr c c a one I ' O to T ' e Grey Ducklin never ed to n ind; he v. ' as tppecial- fond of doing snrp: ' ' icing ngs. When he fo nd himself txie pond with all his litt] te brothers and sisters, he angry, because he was aid he might lose his - ey t, Fxis grey coFt v as the ' ching that he was most ud of, so it vi ould never do lone it. ! However, as he floated jsD.owly about, he su.ddenly no- i ' Gi.ced his r flecticn in the icxear ;eter. To his liorror he jwas almost hite. Then a won- derful idea cam. 3 into the Grey j Duckling ' s head. Such an idea | ould have come to no other jcuckling in the world. It v as jvory bold and daring, but so a s t i e Gr o y ! . ; c k 1 i n g . ,7hen he had fallen behind the rest of the frmily, he steernd c ' jr-eiully for a shallow spot noai- tlie shore. He didn ' t dare leave -eke water, for Mama ] ick had given orders against it, and disobedient ducklings re- ceived a terrible puni3hi,.ent . kut tno Grey Duckling was plan- ning something far worse for one so small urd young as he. lie v at; ihance, a nek Quick as a flash he dived --straight into the m.ud at the Dottom.. Everything went as he e ' lp t; ted- -that is, his feathers were covered v ith mud. But-- hc stuc]: in the m;id at the bottom of the pool. The poor little Grey Duckling strugt- led and struggled, but could not gei: frO ' ;. The water above him became mudey ana ripply with his strv.[;-- gling. Mama Du.ck, at the other side of the pond, saw the com- motion, and swam, to his rescue. Altliough the results were not fatal, the Grey IX-CxClirg had had .!:iis lesson, and .ver since has been as white and good as any of his brothers anr ' sisters. kkC. ' 27 Why is a stick of candy like a race horse? The more you. licl it the faster it o ' When is a chicken drunk? When it is stoA ' ed.