McKinley Junior High School - Purple and Gold Yearbook (Los Angeles, CA)

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YYYTTYYY1 I-:YY'fiY,:i.Y Achilles Modernized Although our family has undergone many amusing incidents which we. like to recount, -there is one, that never fails to atlord us a good laugh. When we lived in the country, there was a bee hive in a deserted pasture near our house. Every spring my father made an expedition to the hive and raided the store of honey which it contai-ned. One morning, he was made ready for his annual assault. He was dressed in some old mechanic jumpers tied,at the sleeves and trouser legs, gloves, and high topped shoes. On his head was an old straw hat over which he had throw-n some mosquito netting to protect his face. As you have probably guessed, he was dressed strictly for pro- tection against the bees, and not for appearance. He presented a comical sight as he strode across the field, swinging a kettle on his arm. The rest oil the family stayed at a safe distance from the tield of battle, but where we could watch the fun. We saw my father reach his hand confidently into the box and bring it out with a huge comb of honey. While the angry bees swarmed around him, vainly striving to find an unprotected spot, he. again i-n- serted his hand. As he was about to withdraw it for the second time, he let forth a loud yell, and, dropping his kettle of honey, made several flying leaus toward us. When he had reached a safe distance from the hive and we had suc- ceeded in calming him down sufiiciently, we found that one of the bees had stung him squarely on his Hpet corn. Like Achilles of old, he had but one protected spot on his person, fbut his was on his corn instead of on his heel,J as he had cut a hole in his shoe to relieve the pain caused by the corn. The bees had, of course, chosen just that spot to sting. But It's an ill wind that blows good, as thee saying goes-Father's corn was cured!-Dorothy Nace. MY MISHAP P O E M IBY Annie Palll. B3-J CC arl Hoertig, 138.1 Once, as I was cutting down a fine On being caught with a rabbit's tail big tree, in my hand, I was requested to write The axe, it slipped and hit my knee: this poem: Then home I went as fast as I could A ra.bbit's tail have I here trot, With which I tickled George's ear. To think that such a mishap should He thinks it is a great big fly, fall to my lot! He makes me laugh until I cry. MV Tllothel' gOt ready With 21 great big And then the teacher takes a. spy patch, And sees me imitating the ily: I removed my St0CkiT1g-- She makes me write this little poem And-there was a tiny Scratch! Before she allows me to go home.- L,L.lLlLll..L.1cilllLLLYLLLLJJ

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J Tvirvvlwvuvvi tvvvvvvvvs YOUTHFUL HARDSHIPS fCarolyn Louise Farrington, B8.J Geo! I'd like to go a-iishing with Mike and big black Tom, But l gotta watch my little baby brother John, 'Cause mother's gone to town to do some shopping for us all, Witli Mrs. Hill and Aunt Kate and good old Mrs. Jones, And I'd like to be a good hoyg but fishing's in my bo11es. I can hear big Tom a-calling that the fish will always bite In the evening after Sundown when the western sky is light. You may try as hard as you can, when the day is nice and. bright, To catch them on your fishing hook, but they simply will not bite. Big Tom knows almost everything about the birds and trees, He used to live 'way down South where the corn waves in the breeze. But when l ask him why they made a fellow's brother small, I-le just rolls his big black eyes and laughs and laughs, that's all. , But what's the use of thinking of new ways to catch the lish, When everything's against a fellow's wish? lt'll be too late when ma gets home to find the pool, And then, tomorrow, don't you know, I gotta go to school. MYSTERIOUS SPOOKS CLucille Lawson, A9.J I see things in a different light. On Hallowe'en night, The streets are not filled with girls and boys But picture book people and all kinds of toys, There are hobgohlins and ghosts and many a fairy, And people with faces so-o-o--scary! They go out on the streets in this dark night, And scare folks into a terrible fright. They dance around witches' eanldrons a-boiling, Singing enchantments until bells begin toiling. Then away with a dash and a flash they go, From where they came no one seems to know. But the sandinan on his regular round Puts each ghost and fairy to sleep very soundg They will not be seen, until a year from now, When they will come forth again with a trip and a bow. LLLIILLILLLILLLQLLLL

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