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

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LoMPoc UNION HIGH SCHOOL The L. U. H. S Dorothy was thinking hard as she went down the street. Max is a good kid, she told herself, all he needs is fl good waking up. I'm going to see if Catherine won't help me. She ought to have some good ideas. I think I'll run in and see her right now. An hour later Dorothy ran down the steps of Catherine's house. Don't forget now, Friday night at the Sophomore dance. We'll work it slick-you phone Jean and Agnes and I'll tell Margaret and Ethel and Lora, 'Bye. The Sophomore dance was one of the big events of the high school year, everyone was there, from the littlest Fresh to the biggest Senior, and everyone was at his best. The gym was gaily lighted and decorated, and the music was doing itself proud when Max stepped confidently in and made his way toward the group of girls at one end of the hall. In a very few moments he came back, stepping rather blindly and looking altogether dazed. He had been snubbed- thoroughly and deliberately snubbed! He walked across the quadrangle and oul across the lawn where he sat down behind the hedge to try and reason it out. Over and over he tried to think what he had done, but no solution came to him. After he had given it up and was about to go, he heard Dorothy's voice across the hedge. Gee, girls--it worked as far as we were concerned all right, didn't it? I did feel sorry, because Max is a good sort, but oh-he needs a jolt to wake him up. If we keep on snubbing him I'm prctty sure he'll tumble pretty soon. and then all he'll need is a track suit. .lack and Diggsy Roberts will 'tend to that part of it Monday. Come on-letis go-that music is simply tickling my toes off, and I've got the next with Dick. In the dressing room Dorothy turned to Catherine. Are you sure he was be- hind the hedge? Just saw him come out, said Catherine, as she powdered her nose. If that monologue of yours didn't bring him to, I'll miss my guess. Whatcha doin' for track this year Dick? asked Max as he stepped up on the porch of the gym. Going out for the hurdles and the two-twenty. What are you doing? Reel-:on I'll take a whirl at the mile and argue out the two-twenty with you, returned Max carelessly. -Lothele Miller, '24-. -,l.l.ll-i- TO W. W. The steps of man you tried to guide, You tried to ease the peace maid's ride, You steered this nation safe to light, You showed us how and why to fight: Your love for God was love for man, By ties of love, of hope, of peaceg And your work will never cease. Unerring riht and whole-souled truth Kept every lash of their's aloof. You did not live in vain, O Soul, Your teachings shall, must, reach their goal. -Hazel Scolari, '25. I17l

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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

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The L. U. H. S. LoMPoc UN1oN mon SCHOOL A CHRISTMAS SKETCH It was Christmas time, the busiest time of the year for us in the store, and we were hurrying and scurrying around trying to place a new stock of goods on the shelves, decorate the 'store and show-windows, and wait on all the customers-in other words, to do a million things at once. My task on that particular day was to decorate the toy window. I collected a great armload of all the dolls, animals, trains, wagons, and smaller playthings to be displayed and carried them down tothe table which I had placed near the open- ing in the window, then, climbing through, I began to set each one in the best position possible for exhibition. Glancing up from my work, and resting a moment, my eyes met the gaze of a very small, dirty boy. He stood just opposite me, watching me work, his attention divided between the toys and myself. His whole attitude was one of somewhat aggressive independence 5 feet planted squarely and wide apart on the sidewalk, hands thrust deep into the pockets of his trousers, cap pulled down ovf' one eye. I smiled at him, but the only answer I received was a superior, contemptuous look. Or was it all contempt? Perhaps there was just a little wistfulness, too. He seemed to be interested in some toy watches which were at the front of .the window, and looked at them longingly. After a few moments of meditation, hc turned and went slowly inside. Thinking no more of him, I concluded my task and went into the store, and there he was, the moment I stepped behind the counter, waiting for me. What do you want, sonn-y? uI .asked, observing his expectant manner. Want a job, he annuumcednabruptly, planting himself squarely before me. A job?i,What--canqyouf do? Most anythin'. That's fine, -but what do you mean by 'anything'? Reckon I couldsweepgvan' dust, an' run erran's, an' make things an' sell 'em- I sold a paper once. An'-oh, anythin' else a man can do. You seem to be a very useful person. I'll tell you, suppose you go right over to that office and tell the man there what you want. I shouldn't wonder but that l1e'd take you on immediately. There were other customers to be waited ong but I was too curious to know what my little friend would do or say next. Aw, I thought you owned this shebang. Well, I ain't got no time to waste on seein' the boss now, I'm busy. ' As he edged his way toward'the door, he eyed each article on the counter and in the showcase with a speculative air. None of them pleased him, however. How much is them watches out there? he finally asked, jerking his thumb in the direction of the window. I Ten cents each, I replied. Hin-m-mg guess I'll take one. I need a watch awful bad, and, taking the watch I handed out to him, he laid 'a dime on the counter and strolled out. A few moments later he was back, breathless, angry, excited. Say, whatcha think yer tryin' 'to do, anyway? This watch tells the time which it ain't! It says one tilne when' itls s'pose' to be another. I choked back an impulsive laugh and spoke as gravely as I could. That is a toy watch. It isn't made to tell time, but just to play with. It ain't? Huh! What the dickens was it made for 'f it can't tell the time which it is? I ainft no baby what plays with a thing like that, scornfully. Here, take yer ol' watch! slamming it on the counter. , Ilsl