Lick Wilmerding High School - Commencement Yearbook (San Francisco, CA)

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?LfUlUHf?L life But a Prince waifed there in the garden green, And he taught her a thing that was very plain, And is true now as much as it ever was then. Happiness comes not to one alone, But to two who seek it togetherf' said he, Said the Prince to Madeline. 4'Oh, oh,H said the princess, Umy heart is glad, As she walked in the garden green. But now she was not alone, as before, For the prince walked with her, and more and more Madeline was happy, was joyful and glad, And her soul was all serene, As she walked with her Prince through the garden green 37 Awimnnn BLOCK FoR BEST POEM GXJQQJLIS bupbumure in Bistress ELIZABETH PATTERSON, 30J O Fairy Queen, I need thee, llelp me in my plight! Make of me a poet, Just for tonight. Make of me an Emerson, A.. Teasdale, or a Poe, A Longfellow, a Lowell, Or any one you know. I need an inspiration, Just a line or two, I need it for an Annual, May I depend on you? Did you say no? You cannot help A girl as old as I? Alas, no poem for the LIFE, And all will wonder why! IlPage 2311

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llfillilllfll life 015132 Quest nf the rincess NVENDELA HAXVKINS, ZSJ HE princess walked in the garden green, Half merry and half sad, And she sighed, did the princess Madeline, COh, a fairer damsel has never been seen!j As she walked through the garden, in crimson clad. Yet reason enough had she to be glad, For not her slightest fancy or fad XVent ungratified by her loving dad, Or her mother, the stately Queen. Yes, all she could wish for, that she had- And yet today she was almost sad, As she walked in the garden green. And she looked on the ground, and she looked in th But wherever she looked, there was naught as fair As herself. and she sighed again. Oh, what is the use of my jewels rare? Or of castles and gardens, if Joy is not there? Cried Madeline, in the depths of despair. The princess walked in the garden green, And she frowned with the depth of her thought. llll go search for the one thing I never have seen, lVhich is True Happiness, said Madeline, For I know it can never be bought. Then she robed herself in her oldest gown, And put off her jewels, and off her crow11. She left the castle, and wandered down The long bright road that led from the town To a land that nobody knew. And on the road she met more than a few XVho looked at her curiously-as so would you, If you met on the highroad a maiden as fair As the princess Madeline, She saw a knight, and she saw a clown, A lord with his escort, a monk in his gown , A miser old with an awful frown, But none could give her the slightest clue, So she wandered on, the wide world through. But when she came to her home again She was weary and tired and very fain To rest herself. And her soul was sad. 'tln my travels, I've never met anyone glad Enough to teach me the Road to Joy I Sighed the Princess Madeline. llPage 2211 9 Ill

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-silt -M afwfsr life, W g Ig. Gbust jflat ROKA KAN'rEies, SIJ 66 AnnLif: up our horses, Jos. It's cool enough to go riding now. Jos, the all-round man and confidant of the two girls, looked anxiously and said, Shore enough, gals, it ls not been particuler fine weather for your racing at Ghost Flat, but that 's no place fer two young gals when evening 's nigh. U g 'fOh, boshl Senor Jos, you are foolish, responded Dolores, while her dark Spanish eyes flashed. Her father was a descendant of one of the few families that had been able to hold their land during the American occupation of Cali- fornia. Though their possessions were but a quarter of the original grant, they still owned about thirteen hundred acres of cattle land. Dolores con- sidered herself American, but she had all the traits of her race. She was tall and dark, and looked a very interesting figure in her Uchapsw, 'flannel shirt, and large Stetson hat. IIer friend, Helena, was an orphan who had been reared by Dolores' father. The two girls had grown up together like sisters. I-Ielena, being a daughter of the North, lacked the fire and romance of her darker friend, but the two girls balanced each other remarkably well, and the former in a cowboy outlit looked just as rough as her Latin friend. The two girls swung, vaquero fashion, into their elaborate Mexican saddles, and after hurdling the small ditch by the corral they started at a jog-trot over the well-worn path through the forest. In about a half hour they reached a large meadow in the center of which were the ruins of a forty-niner's cabin. This plot was called Ghost Flat and was the customary racing ground of thc girls. Dolores' swift pinto had always been the victor of the contests, and this time was no exception. In the midst of the second round, however, he stepped into an unseen squirrel-hole and fell, throwing her. Her right arm was broken and she was stunned for a moment. The pinto's leg was badly strain- ed, and he could not get up. t'Oh! Helena! what shall we do? Poor Pintie-is he badly hurt? I don't know,'l replied her friend. 4'But I do know that you are, and you're in no condition to ride back. I'll have to go back alone for help. .Pin- tie will be all right. Don't worry, for Illl be back as fast as I can. Helena mia, it 's getting dark. Please don't leave me alone in this place. Bosh! as you always say to Jos. Recall your proud Spanish blood and let it do you some good for once, Helena responded laughingly. 'tYou are right, Helena. I am a Carillo, and they never fear. Adiosf' With 'fAdios, Dolores, Helena sprang into her saddle and was gone. HI'oor Pintie. I wonder if they will have to shoot him? I won't let them ! thought Dolores. Ghost Flat is a queer and weird place by night. I do not like it. I wish that Jos had never told me that story about it, though it amused me at the time. I don't want to think of it, but I can't help it. This is the story of Ghost Flat: In the year 1850, Dutch Flat was a busy mining town. It wa.s like all the other mining settlements of the time, except, perhaps, that its liquor was llPage 2-Hi