Lincoln Elementary School - Magnet Yearbook (Madera, CA)

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v .Av .-v-4.-.-+-..-:'.'v-v-v-.-v-v-v-.-.-v-.-v--.-. - v-.-.-:va a-4 an-vw:-.-v-v-Q-v--:v---A-rv-v-.-.-.-.--vwvvs SIR LAl'NFAL. Beryl llauiel SA. Sir Launi'-al, a haughty young l'nig'ht who was proud of his lineage and his large estates vowed to do what was believed to be the noblest thing a knight could do. to go in search of the Holy Grail. For this holy search he had his golden spurs and richest ma'l brought to him and prepared to travel far over I-and and sea, He slept in the courtyard among the rushes. By doing so he hoped he might be granted a vision which would direct him in finding the Grail, He fell aseep and in the hoped for vision saw himself r'de out through castle gate in gilded mail and brilliant trappings. But there in the shadowy gate- way, he saw a crouching, moaning leper begging for alms. A feeling of loathing came over Sir Launfal and he tcsses him a piece of gold in morn. . Grieved and hurt, the leper did not touch the gold. He needed lt badly enough but would not take it without sympathy from the giver, Years passed by and finally Sir Launfal came back to his castle, a feble, gray-hair-ed, old man. As he tried to take refuge in the court- yard, he was driven away. Another Earl rules in his stead. He was now a beggar, miserable and po-or. Ag-ain S-'r Launfal heard the voice of the leper asking alms. This time he saw not the loathsome outside but a fellow being more miserable than himself, He shares with the leper his crust of brown bread and gives him water to drink out olf a wooden bowl. A marvelous thing happened, Instead of the crouching leper a glorified Image stood there and told him the Grail for which he had been looking: all his life, without avail, was T.116l'6. The Holy Slipper is kept, indeed, when we lovingly share what we have with another's need. Sir Launfal awoke and called to his retainers that the Grail was found in his castle. The vfsion had worked its magic, The castle was opened to the F1011 and poor allke, His vision has taught hizn brotherly-love and kindness. i..iT-Q-.--.1 POOR SHOT? Leonard Thelste, 7-A. One day my father and I went hunting down the bay. My father said, I hope we kill a couple of ducks. iSu1'e, I do too, I replied with the thought olf how a good duck supper would taste. It was our lucky fortune to come upon two ducks lying in the water about firteen feet away. My father said, Let's each kill one. My gun was a 22 calibre and we had bought those 22 scatter bul- lets. My father shot at the ducks and I guessed he hit one of them 'because it didn'-t seem possible that he could miss at such close range. Then I took a shot but dlon't know whether I hit them or not. We fired two more shots apiece. Father said, Go out and pick them up. Just as I got out where the ducks Were, they awoke. They had 'been asleep and the shots had not even disturbed them. 'Ilhat's what we got for not buying good lbxlletsf' my father said. But I couldn't help wondering if all the fault lay with the ammunition, vv