Mountain View Union High School - Blue and Gray Yearbook (Mountain View, CA)

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27 (Hhr Hauiirrrr nnh t }t mtg ■•jr E L ' iiuic fi ' oni tlu ' (le))tlis of night ' s iliirkness, forlorn, Tfn This Waiulerrr awrsoiiu ' and lonely and lorn, ) Whose face boded evil as now and aj ' ain. lie paused to voAV venyeanee on his fellow-men. As he paused in the greyness, he viewed to his right, A .structure whose outlines were lost in the night. Majestic before him a chapel did loom. While scattered i)rofusely and bi-eaking the gloom, Long windows beheld with light shining through, All crimson and golden and darkest of blue. The Wanderer (laused, then turned to pass on. When deep in the chapel, he heard soft and long. So mystic and i[uiet as if ' twere a dream, ' Che o] ening chord of the organist ' s theme. The notes followed slowly, each dreamy and soft, Sustained till faint echoes returned fi ' om aloft. . ]] then from the depths of the chap(d anon. The sounds of the organ wert ' blended with .song. Though rising or falling, it seemed that eacli note, In cadences outward on air waves did float. The Chorister ' s voice and the ( ' hoii ' ' s i-efi ' ain, ' i ' he tones of the organ, the dejjths of its strain. In harmony mingled melodiously rare. As in rhythm it fell on the still wintry air. As the prelude was ended, the last tones wei ' e still; The Wanderei ' turned from his place by the sill; His face was transformed ;nid no longei ' it bore, The look of fierce hatred it recently woi ' e. The lii -e of all ] eauty that dormant hatl lain, ' N ' ealli e il and crime had awakened again. And though it lay liiildeu. neglected so long, ' Twas stirre l and aroused by the iSeauty of Song. —Alice Toft. ' 14.

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26 BLUE AXU CRAY She backed away from him, luilf I ' l ' l-ilitciicil, her cheeks flushed, yet her eyes twinkling. Oh I must run an ' tell (ienevieve — something I ' ve learned — of a mistake she made in her last story. ' Tell me, Jane. Possihly 1 can sh(i ' you more nustakes. Hut you ' ve taught me this. See. she jjointed the eastern hori- zon, silvery with the rising moon. I didn ' t know it was thei ' e — till now and I know it isn ' t the moon that makes me feel — Jane! but she had fled. Twas noon in Martinville. Across her dusty, uninviting main thoroughfare torrid heat waves wavered lazily. Save for a horse seamping nervously, switching her tail and flinching her flanks at editor Samuel Martin produced a letter from the pocket and tore the insistent flies that |)estered her with tantalizing buzzing, the street was desolated. In the office of the Martinville News, assistant it open hungi ' ily, forgetting the oppi ' essiveness of tlie heat in his eagerness. He heard the boss enter. Wonder why the deveil he don ' t take time to eat, growled tlie assistant. The editor glanced fui-lously over his nephew ' s shoulder. That ' s Jane ' s handwriting. 1 suppose it ' s another one of those d d manuscripts. No, Uncle, it ' s a letter. Then I suppose it explains this letter addressed, ' The Editors of Martinville News. ' I don ' t see any reference to it. The bloomin ' idiot that wrote thi.s should have his head broken. ' The Editors ' , Oh the fool! As if I ' d take my hopeful nephew into partnership. Hello, it ' s from old Silas Hooper! Well I ' ll be switched! No, I ' ll be worse than switched! Here ' s the mortgage he ' s held against me for the last ten years and congratulations — to my nephew. Hear that Sam? But the assistant was busy reading. Huh! So it ' s a letter from Jane. The embarrassed assistant lighted a cigar. Samuel, I forbid you smoking that cigar. His eyes drifted to the mortgage. However, Samuel, you may try one of these. They ' re Havanas. Hello, here ' s a lettei ' from (Ienevieve. Doesn ' t look as if she had much to say. Brief but sweet it was : Dear Uncle Jake: Jane said you tried to teach me something, liut you didn.t. Arthur taught me. Tt wasn ' t the moon at all. G. C. — Thomas Kleekner, ' 15.

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28 A Mixxh by rox 4. ! T tELL, girls, draw up your eluiirs aucl while the water ])oils for tea I ' ll tell you all about my latest escapade. No, S dly, I didn ' t go to the seashore and fall in. Jt was fai ' more exciting than that. 1 ' 11 just tell the maid not to wait any long- er. I give her every afternoon off now, since my latest adventure. I feel so sorry for any servant. There, everything is ready now and I can begin. Well, about tiiree weeks ago Anne Remmington dropped into tea, and, as usual, the Di ' aper twins were with hei ' . We all got to talk- ing altout Servants (I have a new maid aiul she is a dream), and the girls laughed at me lieeause 1 did ' at think they had to work so very hard and couldn ' t see why they were always so grouchy. Finally, Anne said she would wager me a dozen pairs of gloves that 1 couldn ' t keep a position as parlor maid for two weeks. Of course, I had to take it. She was to provide the place and I was to hold it for two weeks. That ' s the way it started. The next day Anne came along with a bunch of references to a friend in New York, and, as 1 had i)lanned a little trip to Philadel- phia and since 1 knew mother would never know where I really was, I just packed a suit-case of borroweil things and set off. It was too funny! How 1 looked! My hat belonged to Katie, the parlor maid, and I borrowed Janet Draper ' s slumming suit. It didn ' t fit very well; but, of course, that didn ' t make any difference for a servant generally doesn ' t wear a tailored suit. At any rate T reached Xew York. It was about three in the afternoon and I thought I ' d better go to Mrs. Marden ' s right away. She was in. so I was ushered into the library and sent my references up to her. I had scarcely time to turn around before she came in. I never expected her to look the way she did. Really, girls, she was quite young and had on the dearest dress ! I want one like it, it was grey wool crepe and was ti-immed — All right, Madge, I ' ll go on with the story. Well, she asked me all sorts of (juestions as to why T left my last place — as if I ever had one — and why I came to Xew York and things of that sort. At last she said that she guessed she would try me, since Anne had sent such fine i-efei ' ences. She ' s an old friend of Anne ' s. When I came down again she was all excited. She had had a letter from Mr. Marsden telling her that a friend of his would come in on the afternoon train, and that she would have to entertain him overnight. He, himself, couldn ' t come home until the next day. This friend was a college professor and had all sorts of dreadful de- grees and such things. She simply had to go to a tea and left me in charge, after tele- phoning to her sister to come to the house. As she went out she turned and said to me: ' If an agent should come here this afternoon tell him to come again next week. I simply can ' t be bothered with him today and Mr. Marsden will be here tlien. ' Then she left and I sorted magazines for a while; but I must