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

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PURPLE it CDLU A7 Class Literature THE FAIRY QUEEN Once there was a Fairy Queen who had all kinds of places and everything that Mag- nificence could name. But she was a queen who had all sorts of foolish fancies. They always got her into trouble. I shall tell of one of these. H One day, as the Faiiy Queen lay on her couch, she sighed and said, Oh, how I wish I had Princess Fickle's horse with the golden mane. This she sent her servants to buy. But the Princess would not sell. Then the Queen tried to take it by force, but still she could not get it. Next she sent her servants to steal the horse, but even this was unsuccessful, as the horse was too well guarded. Then, the queen said to herself, I will try friendship. She went to the palace of the Princess. There she stayed two years, yet with no success in gaining the horse, so she returned home. Then she sent soldiers to get the horse at any cost. After the loss of a great many men, it was finally secured, and brought before thc Queen. ' When the Princess heard they had her pet, she was very angry and made war on the Queen. The Princess held them in the palace six years. All the time, the Queen was feasting. Being a Fairy, she never grew old, while the Princess was growing old fast. In the sixth year, the Queen appeared on the roof one day. You cannot kill me for I am a fairy , she called out. When the Princess heard this, she picked up her spcar and threw it at the Queen. It went iight through her, but it didn't hurt her at all.. The Queen flew off the roof on the horse with the golden mane. When the Queen of fairyland saw what disaster she had brought upon the fairy people, she was sorry for what she had done, and sent back the horse with the golden mane. -Verne Linton. --Mm-- TRY!TRY!TRY! If yoifve tried and have not won. Do 'not stop for crying. E'llUIUtlL'i7lg great and good 'is clone .lust by patient trying. --Regina Tomtwz.

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PURPLE it COLD B7 Class Literature THE DOG FIGHT .NE fine October morning, two boys named Bob and Tom were walking down exp All the street. Suddenly, Bob heard shouts and the barking of dogs mingled 1 lwiuq iz. N A dog fight, said Bob, and away they ran. When they got to the ' place where the fight was, they saw two dogs in combat. One was a small terrier and the other was a fine shepheid dog, who knew more about tending sheep than lighting. The terrier had hold of the shepherd dog's neck and was hanging on like glue. Some stuff , somebody yelled, and presently someone took a pinch of snuff and put it between the dogs. The effect was instant. The terrier let go ofthe shepherd dog's throat and sneezed. So did the shepherd. The shepherd dog ran down the street with the terrier close behind him. But the terrier saw a big bulldog with a muzzle on, and grabbed him. The bulldog growled terribly. Someone took a knife and cut the bulldog's muzzle. The bulldog caught the terrier in his strong teeth, and broke his back as though it was a twig. That night they buried the terrier in an open lot. 1 -Justin M ackey. lMcKi- THE ONES I LOVE Mother is the dearest one I know - She loves me with all her heart, She helps me with all the things I do, So has she been from the 'very start. My father helps me with my work To wash the dishes and make the beds Although a long time ago he said, Girls'o11ght to do their work by themselves. Now I have a, brother too Mother knows I love him true, And everytime I say, Do this, or that He answers me bccclc, Ad-ieu., Azlieun. -Dorothy Holmes.

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PURPLE '33, COLD B8 Class Literature ONE GOOD TURN DESERVES ANOTHER '1He1loi'George , called Frank as he jumped from the train, and met his friend. ' How y '. Frank .had come to stay with George on his father's ranch. How's everything up here? asked Frank. - f'P:etty good , said George, Except the cattle thieves are pestering us a little. Two hours later found the boys crossing a low ridge of mountains. Frank and George were chatting merrily. The day was mild and just right! Well, Frank, said George, It's good to have you back ag- -, What the dickens is the matter with this horse, anyhow? George's horse was shaking all over, its nost- rils dilated, and it was prancing nervously. He's loco', said Frank. . No, he isn't, replied George. He's scared. There's something over there in the shubbery, and I'm gonna see what it is. Both boys dismounted, and rifies in hand, went to see what was the matter. All the. boys were able to see was a black object. It's a dead bear, suggested Frank. George did not reply but was nearing the spot, when he stopped suddenly. Why-why, it's a man, he blurted. Both boys paused and then ran to the pros- trate man on. the ground. Good Gosh! It's Tom Harris! cried George. You don't mean the prisoner that escaped? faltered Frank. Sure, replied George, and he's almost done for. - We better take him with us, said Frank. No, we won't, replied George, decisively. He goes back to town, where Sheriff Rule can look out for him. And then ensued a heated argument, but Frank won out in the end, and together they lifted' the escaped convict to George's horse, while George rode with Frank on Frank's horse. Hello boys, hailed Mr. West, George's father and owner of the Bar Circle Q-OJ ranch. . What have you got there? ' Tom Harris, replied George. Who? Tom Harris? What the dickens do you mean? Ye found him on the trail about two miles below here, replied Frank. He's just a out all in.' ' And you boys brought him up there, eh? Well, we'll fix him up here, and then when he's all right we can take him to town and turn him over to Rule. The days passed with no visible signs of Harris' recovery. Meanwhile the cat- tle thieves were more troublesome. When Frank had first arrived they had come about once a month and had driven off only small herds. Now they came as often as once a week, and took as much each time as they had formerly taken in a month. One day, coming in from a long ride, Frank was cautioned by George's sister, who said, Mr. Harris is a little better and he shouldn't be disturbed. For some reason Frank was gladg maybe it was because of his gentle disposition. About four days later, Harris was able to walk around a little. Frank had helped him and had grown to like the n-an. I hear the thieves are getting worse, remarked Harris one day, as he and Frank, were walking around the ranch. Yes, replied Frank. They are worse. Isn't there any way of stopping them? asked Harris. Mr, West has tried eve1ything. Harris mused, but said nothing. Later on in the day, Mr. West asked when Harris was going back to town. Har:is's face was unmovedg he hated to go, as he had taken