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

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QI aftafataffz Ie Beauty babes RUTH CUMMINGS, 29J FITFUL downpour of drizzling rain silenced the hot winds and cooled the scorching pavements. The gaudy bazaars lining the cobblestoned streets brazenly flaunted their colors to catch the eye of the unwary tourist. The proprietors leered welcomingly from the low doorways and awaited the coming of the tourists who had just entered on one of the large steamers and were, even now, starting on a fascinating tour of inspection. One shop seemed to be drawing a particularly large crowd. Inside several swarthy individuals were waiting on a bevy of giggling young girls. In one corner of the shop sat a sloppy creature of rather large dimensions, whose beet red face was wrapped in a voluminous shawl of the same shade. The compla- cent air with which she surveyed the customers as they entered was the only clew to her identity as proprietress. She did not stir from her seat. The eyes had been so dazzled by this animated red bundle that it was difficult to see the figure beside her, but, with a second look, a shrunken old man was seen lolling in the shadow cast by his wife's great bulk. This was Eduardo, the humble hus- band of the proprietress. Madama Eduardo was enviously watching a young girl who had just entered. She would attract attention anywhere, especially among a people where fair skin was seldom seen. Her hair was so light as to seem almost white g her skin was pale with a lovely glow and her fairness was set off by a bright red hat with a tiny parrot perched on its side. She was slim, and her tan suit became her well. She spent lavishly and left the shop laden with bundles. Meanwhile, the proprietress had held a whispered conversation with her hus- band and had sent him into the rear of the shop. Wlhen the girl left, Eduardo was sitting upon the steps and, as she turned the corner, he lazily rose and strolled down the street after her. Not having far to go, it was not long before she arrived at one of the larger hotels with Eduardo following. The husband of the proprietress watched her enter and, after observing the surroundings, lounged lazily off in the direction of the shop. PX: Pl? 25? ' The cool night breeze rustled through the curtains. The moon peeped shyly in, leaving a golden path upon the rug. Suddenly the path of light was broken by a dark form. The breeze sighed among the trees. Far below a giant shadow was east by a waiting figure. Slowly the dark form in the room above crossed the path of light and disappeared into the darkness, but the moon grew more bold and the golden stream broadened. Ah! the moon had come upon a pearl, for at the end of the glowing stream was the face of the young girl who had attracted the attention of Eduardo and his wife that very afternoon. The breeze that rustled the curtains ceased and only the even breathing of the sleeping girl broke the silence. Eduardo swiftly searched the darkness and again, perehing catlike on the sill, disappeared into the night. The breeze rustled through the curtains and the moon retreated. llPage 2711

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QI stfwfarstife IQ, miners' huts, and even the saloon fell to dust, but Silenee!' Ilamlin's cabin remained in almost perfect preservation. VVhen the settlers again returned. after a. few years, they called the place t'Ghost Flat and left it strictly alone. A bluish-white light streamed through the bushes. Dolores screamed and fainted. A few minutes later she regained consciousness and found Helena and Jos bending over her. t'Dolores, dear, what is the matter? What frightened you so? Helena asked. Madre de Dios! Helena! she exclaimed hysteric-ally. The bluish-white light-I saw it! Take me away quickly. Well, Dolores, I never did think our lantern would scare you that way. Shore that lantern 's got a funny light, but I never expected it to frighten the proud Spaniard! 4'Jos! The lantern? Why, sure enough, it has a bluish light. Oh !-but ltintie, Jos. Will you have to shoot him? IVell, I reekon not, and if I 1-alkerlate rightly l1e'll be well afore you, the way you look now. On the way home, Dolores asked, Jos, was the mystery of the ghosts ever solved? What really frightened l'ete?'l 'WVall, you know niggers. Probably that light was nowhere near the eabin, but Was one of them thin mountain fogs, huggin' the hollow. But something struck him. That's true, but they found out later that the drunk who had first followed 'Sileneel had gone after 'Silenee's' gold. Pete eame along. He finds it dan- gerous to have people near, so he hits Pete and then plays ghost, 'tWhy of course! exclaimed llelena. 'tNothing eould be more logical. Jos, why didn 't you explain it to us before? Why did you frighten us so? XVall, I kind o' enjoyed searin' you gals, said Jos apologetieally. We understand your little joke! I guess that after all Ghost Flat is more full of tradition than of ghosts, responded Dolores thoughtfully. K4 GXDQEQLZD Q ihirate ieulh BIELVIN BLUM, 31J Oh! How niee to be a pirate bold And find a lot of treasured gold, A hundred iifty-five years old, Right in the sand 's own fold! I'd build a great big ship, A sword and dagger at my hip. And sail the seas with a boom and bang!- Me and my pirate gang! I'd sail the briny Spanish Main, Under any sun or rain, And then, with a whoop, and rush, and yell, Home I'd run to the dinner bell! IlPage 2611

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.91 3LfQ1Zlif3L3Life F -N Q The sun rose early that morning and, from each street and byway, came women with baskets on their arms. The market place was gay with laughter and gossip when, suddenly, Madaina Eduardo joined them, and their prattling tongues were silenced from sheer envy, for the proprietress' fat fave was trained by a gorgeous red hat with a tiny parrot perched on its side. GXJQQQQZB urserp Rhymes fur Gush Qeniurs Sing a song olf eollege, and an English A, All the little Seniors, toiling on their way. Wl1e11 they graduated, they began to sing: Our eollege rees are einehed now, we 're gayer than a king. Oh what, oh what, do the Seniors do, And where, oh where, can they be? With their LIFE and their studies, their Dance and eonnnittees, They 're busy as busy ean be. See-saw, Marjorie Daw, The structure of English to master VVe labor all day, we'll have no time to play, Unless we can study mueh faster. We love dear Miss Boeke, her room is so warm And if we don't argue, sheill do us no harm. 7 'WVhere are you going, my pretty maid JV, 'tI'm going to college, kind sir, she said. 'tllay I go with you, my pretty maid? Ulf you have college rees, O. K., sir,', she said. Senior, senior, where have you been? Down in the office, to see the Dean. Senior, senior, what said he there? Unless 1 work more, 1'll not get above Fair. llPage 2811