Oroville Union High School - Nugget Yearbook (Oroville, CA)

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I V I A hind a small tree a little ways off and got out kind of easy and skipped into the brush. “The first thing I did was to go down to Charley—all the matter with him was a little bruising and so I had him on his feet in a minute. His first thought after I had explained the situation was for that wounded greaser, but 1 persuaded him that the quicker we got out of there the better. “Right after we got in the Mexican machine, the critter stuck his head out from behind a cactus and when he saw me grab that machine gun (I used to run one in the Thirteenth Regiment) he lay down flat on the ground. But we couldn’t afford to spare him and so I just plowed little furrows all around him. with a stream of lead until I saw him kickin' around in his death agonies. Then we lit out for the States. “That night we were in El Paso and the next day we turned over our gun to the U. S. Army for a good sum.” And when.” asked one of the large audience which had accumulated in the little room, “are you going down into Mexico again ? “Well, you won’t see me leaving Piedras Biancas right away, but I can tell you that whenever General Frederick Funston takes his troops across the border.” here the speaker brought his fist down on the table. 111 be one of them.” JEWETT MONCURE, ’16. Mammy's Consolation to a Homesick Girl i. Cheer up. honey, doan be blue. Yo’ mammy wouldn’t want yo’ to; She'll be happy, when you’s glad. An’ she 11 be weepin’ when you 3 sad. II. All dese chillun, whinin’ 'round. Dey doan know dat dey s jes bound. Ef dey keeps on a losin’ time. To some day find demselves behind. III. Dey jes doan seem to realize Dat 'taint no use to have dese cries. Dey jest keep on a feelin’ sad. An’ makin’ other folks feel bad. IV. Jes cheer up. an’ quit cryin’ now. Den you 11 be happy, Mammy ’low. Dese months will pass away like days. An’ mind me. you’ll be glad yo’ stays. HUBERT R. GASKINS. T6 20

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his sombrero in the air defiant-like and although I couldn’t hear him, he seemed to be doin’ some powerful yelling. I guess he would have been more quiet and thoughtful if he’d have known his immediate future, and when I look back on that scene with my mind work.n' a bit slower, I can’t help feeling sorry for the poor deluded devil. And every minute they were gettin’ closer. “We rattled along like this for what seemed a long time, and on account of the rough road neither the Mexicans nor I did any shooting. Charley and I didn’t say a word but I found out later from him that he was figurin’ the same thing that I w’as, that was. to reach a cactus-covered rock about an eighth of a mile ahead right by the side of the road. “If we could only get there we figured we had a slim, a mighty slim chance. “Well, those Mexicans weren’t so sleepy that they didn’t see our scheme and they commenced to kick up dust on either side of us. with, of course, an occasional bullet hitting the truck. I’ll tell you it felt mighty comfortable to hear those pills hit the plate and bounce ofT harmlessly. About this time I looked down beneath my feet and an idea, possibly the thing that saved our lives, came to me I reached down and grabbed up a sack of provisions and then buttoned my long coat around it and stuck my hat cnto the top of it. After a particularly heavy lot of firing from that machine gun. I toppled the dummy orf the seat Into some cactus. You should have seen me fool ’em! We could hear 'em hollering behind us even above the noise we were making. I ▼ I A Right after that—we were pretty near that rock by now —Dawson reached down for his rifle and then handed it to me. Then he shouted in my ear. ‘When I get around that bush ahead I’ll play dead and run the truck into that rock pile, jump clear and make for that boulder—-Don't let 'em see you!’ A second later he slowed up. zig-zagged the machine all oyer the road and then made for that pile of rocks. Just before she hit. I jumped clear and under cover of the mes-quite, made my way to the rock. Luckily those Mexicans didn't suspect a thing. As I lay on my stomach on top of that rock peering at them through a small cactus. I saw 'em jabbering away to one another and pointing to our motor vehicle. I glanced down and saw what the trouble was. Poor Charley had failed to reckon right and his faking had come to too real an end. There he lay on the other side of the machine, still as a corpse. After the sickness from that sight wore off I was nerved more'n ever and I held that gun on the driver of .he greaser's machine as steady as if it had been in a vice. 4 Then I pulled away and he keeled over—a good Mexican. The next time I sniped the operator of the machine filu. The third and last man, the one who grabbed the wheel. I Just wounded. Bui he 5iad enough—he stopped be-

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TUB WONDER CHILD I V I A A very common belief in Norway, is that the seventh child of the seventh child can heal the sick by the laying on of hands. Such a child, is therefore, called a Wonder Child Little Carina Holt, daughter of the pastor, was the seventh in a family of eight, but she grew to be six years old before it was known that she was a Wonder Child. Then people came from afar to see her. bringing tl.eir sick with them. Morning after morning as Mrs. Holt rolled up the shades, she found invalids seated, or standing in the snow, gazing with devout faith and anxious longing toward Carina’s window. It seemed a pity to send them away uncondoned when the look and touch cost Carina so little. Another fear that arose in the mother’s breast, was that her child should be harmed by the veneration with which she was regarded, and perhaps come to believe that she was something more than a common mortal; lest, told by grown up people that she was healing in her touch, she would at last believe that she was something apart and extraordinary She had a tender nature full of sympathy for sorrow and suffering. She was constantly giving away her shoes, stockings, hood and cloak to the poor litt.e invalids whose misery appealed to her merciful heart. To her father there was something unnatural in it. He preferred to have her frankly selfish, as most children are. not because it was lovely, but because it was childish and natural. He was delighted to see her do anything that ordinary children did. He was charmed if she was induced to take part in a noisy romp, play tag, or dress her dolls. There was nothing morbid in these moods, no brooding sadness. or repentance, but a touching solemnity, a serene, almost cheerful seriousness which in one of her years seemed strange. Mr. Holt had many a struggle with himself about how he should treat Carina’s delusion; and he made up his mind that his duty was to do everything in his power to dispel and counteract it. When he happened to hear her talk'ng to her dolls, laying her hands upon them, and curing them cf imaginary diseases, he concluded it was time to act. He (ailed Carina to him and forbade her to see the people who came to her. When Carina awoke the morning after this promise had been extorted from her. she heard the dogs barking furiously in the back yard. Her sister observed that there were sick pilgrims under the window. “Oh. I wish they would not come, sighed Carina. “It will be so hard for me to send them away.” 21