Oakville High School - Tillicum Yearbook (Oakville, WA)

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THE DEVIINS BOX. fiiany. many years ago there lived eight lovely girls and two handsome boys in a faraway secluded garden of Natures mast beau- tiful production. No din of war had ever been heard in this peaceful, quiet garden, and no suffering had been caused by jealousy, spite, falsehoods, prejudice and ignorance. In this garden lived boys and girls made happy by mere truth, beauty, innocence, purity and love. Here the huge fir and pine trees grew ti the heights of their gloiy while the grassy sheathe below seemel to wave its glaglness to the gentle warm winds. Beautiful wild flowers nodded and bowed along the sloping bank of a little brook that gurgled and sang over the various eolored pebbles and ran on and on forever. Here and theie a erystal pool offered its services as a mirror or a bathing place for both swan and fair maiden. The sparkling founfains that rose in their midst made beautiful rainbows in the bright sunlight. Far thru the trees could be seen a white figure moving, ah, it proved to be a beautiful, slender maiden elad in the sheerest of white materials. The wind gently fanned the loose curls of her long auburn hair and no ornament adorned it but a. few modest violets Whieh elung tenderly to the curls. The girl carried a. roll of manuscript in her hand and now and then she would stop and write in it. Yes, she was an authoress, and bit by bit, she wrote down her inspirations as received from nature. Here and there she stooped to caress a timid little tlower and from among the trees the birds chirped and trilled at her. Suddenly, shrill and loud from SOI1lll'xVl102 0 came a voice, llelen, llelen, Polly wants a cracker so bady. llut what is this troop coming running and dancing merrily along? llelen watched them advance, and then with a. merry little laugh she ran lightly away, the group of white clad figures in wild pursuit. K'Oh, you eannot hide from us, cried Ruth, as Ilelen was at last captured, I may he slow and poky but I ani lieeter than you. L'We thought you would be lonesome without us, and anyway, we can all work better while Loie plays for us on her harpfl This was from Gladys, the poetess, as she settled herself comfortably to write. HI haven't enough reeds to tinish my basket. You are not busy, Hazel, so come with me to search for more. So Genevieve and Hazel tripped noiselessly off, hand-in-hand. On Hazel's brown head rested a neat, white nurse's cap, but she was not only a nurse, but also a very etheient doctor. Soon the girls returned with Robert and Philip, who Were toil- ing under the load of reeds. In addition, Robert was carrying a large law book, while Philip Carried a well-worn Bible. In the rear followed Bertha, carrying a basket of asters, and on her dress was

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May 20. We bid goodbye to the Oakville High School. Sorry we have to leave, but 'glad to get thru. -R. W. Bachelor, llT. W HAT IS SO RARE AS- llearlls moving picture magazines ? Ruth's chatter ? Erny Van 's advice Marjorie and Ethel's horn solos ? Philip 's industriousness '? Genevieve's Hgood stories '? A Freshman 's recitations? 'tFinney's,' giggle Glady's diamond U? 77 TI-IE SERENADE. l One night about 'leven thirty, VVhen the town was fast asleep, Three exceedingly happy Senior girls Along the sidewalk did creep. It was after a. senior elass meeting, And it happened they chanced to roam. Down near the mansion of C. H. Deane, As they were going home. One said, L'llet's serenade our friend, Deane. Said another, t'Thatls just the thing. The third one said.. as they neared the house, t'What in the world shall we sing? So they stopped and thought it over, And decided upon a. song, Then giggled merrily to themselves, as they Went running along. ' Over the fence they gracefully ? climbed, Stood under dear teaeher's winder. And except an oeeasional laugh, Nothing their song did hinder. 'Alf We knock the 'll' out of Charlie. The strains rang loud and elear- Oh. what a dandy, great big joke. They were playing on teacher. dear. lt makes us sad to eonfess it, But Charlie was wont to roam, And altho the singing was very nice, 'Twas a ease of 'tNobody Horne. 4Gladys Finney. '17 COne of the Three.l

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pinned a tag which read Flor-ist. So in this pleasant nook of the woods was a scene well to be remembered. Helen and Gladys sat side by side writing earnestly 111 their manuscripts, Hazel assisted Genevieve in her weaving, Ber- tha artistically arranged ureaths with the asters she had gathered Robert was studying thoughtfully in his law bookg Phillip was busy writing his sermon for the next Sabbath, Ruth stood sketching the lofty snow capped mountains which towered over the silver rib- bon of water that ran at its base, Iloie, the mysterious little dark- eyed maiden, played lightly on her huge harp. One was missing. Who could it bel? There! In the distance could be heard the bleat of numberless lambs and sheep, then the sharp but orderly, barks of a dog. Then into view came Isabel, the shep- perdess, following her flock of sheep, now and then resting on her crook or giving a rewarding caress to her large but faithful collie. Wl1y' so sad, Isabel? asked Gladys. as the shepperdess came near. Witli a sigh, Isabel dropped to a grassy couch and said, t'Some queer but great power has hold of me today. It seems to have made me very impatient to open this small locket that I have always worn. I do not understand what those queer words on it mean. but I have always been warned never to open it for evil lurks within. t'Evil? What does that word mean? asked Helen. NVe have never had any cause to know of evil. Open it, Isabel, so that we may know. Do, please, coaxed the others in unison. With a faint but final I will, Isabel unclasped ber locket and opened' the lock. Iio, and behold! A eloud of smoke issued forth and with it appeared two wicked looking personages, namely Raymond and Alice. 'tAha. what innocent little lads, laughed the vile Raymond. t'And, oh, these pure little lassies are a screan1,'l giggled the impertinent and bold' Alice. The other girls and boys cowered in fright and then tied quickly towards refuge. But when they stopped, there stood Alice and Raymond, laughing loudly and wickedly. Yet in all their boldness, they fasinated their audience and soon had them in their confidence. They led them over hills and vales, and finally, footsore and tired, they reached that place called f'Oakville, the home of all demons. There they were placed under the control of four harsh task- masters, namely, Mr. Stewart, Mr. Spuler, Mr. Deane and Miss Hamilton, in the Oakville High Schoolg and the last that was seen of them they were being graduated from this well known sc-hool of evil. if blk ik SF 46 Yes, mother, I'm awake. I'm coming. Oh, was it all a dream? And some dream, believe me. -Isabel M. Myers, 'l7.