Lompoc High School - La Purisima Yearbook (Lompoc, CA)

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I.oMPoe UNION HIGH scnooi. The L. U. H. S directed a disgusted look at his friend, who paid no attention to it whatsoever. Go on, tell us: the agony is awful, even if you are hugs, interrupted an impatient listener. All right. Wvell, Cole, here, couldn't resist the temptation, so he fell head- long in love with Queen Elizabeth. Gee! he sure had it had-but not any worse than she did, though! I wish you could have been there! Yes, I do, too, broke in Cole, with a knowing look at Philip, you surely Inissed a time of your lives in not seeing the antics of our friend, Phil, when he tumbled for Cleopatra! He got so familiar he got to calling her Patty. A burst of laughter greet this revelation. Philip Green, wl1at'll the fair Maisie say, when she finds it out? laughingly inquired one. Never mind: it doesn't matter now! Well, to go on with the story. Have it as you will, we both fell in love. It helped pass the time, you will admit. One day when we were leaping about, we heard off in space an awful rumble and roar. Those guys there were scared silly. They acted just like a bunch of chicks out in the rain. Cole and I were stunned at first,didn't know but what we'd soon be kicking off, you know. Well, the sound got nearer and nearer, and finally we saw it was nothing more than an earthly airplane. Say, in spite of our amours, we leaped high for joy. Everything there was of such a sameness that we had become a trifle bored. When the plane landed, we cavorted over to it, and asked the pilot if we could go home with him. He said he had to measure Spoutn Smokum, the largest volcanic cone, and then was going home after a few looks around. So we escorted him about, introduced him the best way possible to our friends-who didn't interest him in the least. So when he'd measured the volcano, he said he was ready to leave if we were. Were We ready ?-well, I should smile we were! We were as homesick as two little kids, first time away from home: how about it, Jim? glancing whimsically at his pal. You said it, Phil, we were homesick, .lim answered him, thoughtfully. Then both of them sat staring into the fire. A , Say, y' aren't still dreaming of the queen, are you? queried one facetious listener, whom .lim immediately squelched with a dour look. IfVaiting! It was Phil again, eager to be on with his story. So we were homesick and dying to get homeg but-our friends there weren't the least bit anxious for us to go. Queen Bess, for all her queenliness, almost threw a fit. Her earthly character showed itself when she thought her determination at us. Wait a minute, let me say what you're going to leave out,' interjected Cole. Cleapatra wanted Phil to stay too, but Marc Anthony was awfully eager to be rid of him-too eager, in fact for Phil's comfort. That's one reason he wanted to come homef' Maybe so, maybe so, who can tell, who can tell, chanted Phil. Anyhow when we were ready and they were ready, we climbed into the plane and started off. This A. M. we sighted Roger's Field and landed there. We're home at last, and it sure does feel good ! he finished, stretching out his long arms luxuriously. -Cecilie Glidden, 'Q-1-. lusrlcs p J The clock on the mantel-piece ticked ominously, while the fire struggled feebly to throw a cheery light through the room. It partially succeeded, for its subdued glow tinted everything in the room a murky red. In a heavily upholstered chair near the fire, sat an old man with a ruddy face and white hair, dyed slightly red by the fire. He was thinking, for he had not i15l

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The L. U. H. S. Loiuroc UNION HIGH scuooi. And I said, '.Iim, I'm with you bo'. Itis a mere trifle and it won't phase me. Several days later we arrived at Ford's Island, down near Portland, you know. We found Doc Mallory and told him we were willing to help him. The old duffer seemed rather uncertain at firstg we thought he didn't approve of us-y' see be used to know us when we were in college-he remembered us, too- ahem! But we told him we'd reformed. He said it wasn't that, but he wasn't .rare the thing would go clear to the moon! He'd never tried it before. Not a very pleasant thought, that of only going half way-eh, what? But we didn't care. So after several days' talk and last looks at mother earth, we climbed into a torpedo like affair and he shut the little spring door for us. VVe could feel our- selves moved about-and up and down: then all of a sudden there was an awful explosion, and we felt our cage hurled far out into space. We kept on going for about forty-eight hours, then-bang! VVe hit something. Cole found the spring for thedoor and opened it. We climbed out rather dazed and unable to see at first because it had been dark in our little cage. ' It finally became apparent to us that we were on what appeared to be a huge piece of green cheese. Is that so?i' exclaimed one listener excitedly. You know, when I was a kid I heard that the moon was made of green cheese. Can you beat that? Huh! don't you fool yourself, it's not, grunted a disbelieving one. Say, will you please wait until I've finished before you fight about it, ejaculated Philip, anyway, it looked and behaved like a piece of cheese. When we'd walk in the ordinary way, as we do here, we'd spring up about three feet in the air-something like those slow motion pictures they have. Well, the only vegetation we could see was bunches of large furry looking bushes. So we went wandering about, didn't eat or anything: we didn't want tog fact is this A. M. is the first time I've eaten honest-to-goodness food for six whole months. As I said before, we wandered about, and one day we met some people. They looked like human beings, except that they had curly blue hairg that was the only way they differed from us. Oh, yes: they couldn't talk, either. We talked to them, but they eouldn't answer or even understand. It was just as if they were deaf and dumb. We stayed with them several days before it became apparent that they just thought things at us. At first, it was hard to accustom ourselves to it and we'd try to answer as we were in the habit of doing here: then, we'd have to change about and think at 'em. Really, they were the most interesting bunch! Some wore modern dress, some, medievalg others, ancient. I said to Cole one day, 'Say, who does that guy in the Roman gown remind you of? And also the dame over here with the Egyptian affair? 'HI know Iive seen her or her photo somewhere, she's familiar to mcf Cole told me: then slapping his thigh, he yelled almost in my ear, 'I've got it! It was inuthe history book, remember? Thatis Caesar over there, and the dame is Cleo- patral' Well, when he said that everything began to clear up. One fellow came into sight whom we hadn't spotted before, and we both knew him at onceg for he was none other than Abe Lincoln. That solved itg after that we studied them all carefully and were able to pick out a bunch of old historical favorites. It was a great game! We identified Queen Elizabeth, but her boon companion was a strang- er-until we discovered it was Mary, Queen of Scots. Such friends! They were thicker than molasses in the dead of winter. VVe thought questions at them, asking who they were and how they got there, and all that but they couldn't think anything at us but their names. That made it as easy as pie for us then. Now, I'm getting to the good part, eh, Cole? with a meaning grin. Cole mi

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The L. U. H. S. LOMPOC UNION HIGH scHooL moved for half an hour, and his gaze was fixed abstractedly on the back log in the fire. A door behind him opened silently, and a little old lady slipped into the room. She went over to the figure by the fire and curtsied. Mr. George just came and wishes to see you, sir. No movement in the chair, but a gruff voice growled, All right, let him come in here. The little lady curtsied again, and went out. A few minutes later, the door opened, less quickly, and a tall, handsome man of about thirty came in. He went directly to the figure by the fire, and stood for a moment, as if expecting a word of greeting. None came, however, so he sat down in a chair opposite the old man, and, leaning forward said, The verdict is guilty, and Tom is sentenced to life at Sydney. ' For the first time, the figure seemed to notice his visitor. The growl came forth again. As we expected. Yes, sir. None other could have been given. He leaves, under guard, for London tonight. He will leave London on the Queen Mary for Australia next Monday. You have learned the plans well. The other's glance left the old man's face, and sought the fire. That is my business. We will reserve the other seats in the stage, and, between here and London, we will overpower the guard. Then we will disappear, and you and your son, disguised, of course, can take passage for France next Sunday. The other replied in a calm voice, The verdict is just. Tom will go to Sydney, and we shall attempt no rescue. The other jumped as if shot. But, sir, you, yourself, thought up the scheme, and I merely fitted it to circumstances. We sllall escape easily. Nothing-in No, nothing will interfere with Tom's journey to Sydney. Do not argue. my friend. Tom himself said he was guilty. Let justice take its course. The other man slumped in his chair, and the fire flickered feebly and went out. V -Donald Cherry, '24. MAX What are you going out for in track, Max? Dorothy asked. Oh, I don't think I'll go out this year, drawled Max, I don't care much about it. I don't get any kick out of running my fool head off against the bare chance of a little old letter or a piece of metal. In other words you're just plain lazy, flared Dorothy. Max Hunter, you make me sick! Anyone who is as big and strong as you are ought to be kicked for lying around doing nothing except vamp the girls and invent new dance steps. Oh, my gosh, Dot, I've heard that line swung out before-I don'tl I don't care! she cried. I'd be ashamed. Everyone is disgusted with you. None of the boys like you, and the girls-most of them simply don't realize how lazy you really are. They like you because you can dance, and that's all. I like you, Max, because I know you could do something if you really would get out and do it, but you won't. You know you'd be a dandy miler, and you could make a showing in the tri-county if you'd start in and train. Oh, for heaven's sake! Everybody preaches at me everywhere I go. I wish they'd mind their own business once in a while. Max turned rudely, I guess if I want to dance I'll dance, and if I don't happen to want to chase around in track I won't-see? All right, Dorothy's chin went up. I reckon if you feel that way about it it's useless to waste breath on you. Goodbyef' llfil