Palo Alto High School - Madrono Yearbook (Palo Alto, CA)

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Miss Johnson and Her Helpers The Cafeteria IFTER moving into our new school building, the student body looked forward to the opening day of the cafe- teria. it was impossible to serve the students until equipment was secured and because the funds were low it was necessary to get bargains somewhere. Mr. Nich- ols and Miss Johnson spent a good deal of their precious time looking for the things that were needed. Finally they bought plates, soup bowls and trays from the Hostess House at Camp Fremont. The forks, tablespoons, teaspoons and large kettles were bought in l’alo Alto. The entire, equipment cost about $225. On February 18 of this year the girls of the cooking class, under the direction of Miss Johnson, served rice and meat chartreuse to over too students. For two weeks the girls continued to prepare and serve the students with appetizing food. Then Miss Johnson felt that the girls were not going to complete the required work for the semester if they did all the cooking and serving. Therefore Mrs. Elliott, from Mayfield, was secured to do the main part of the cooking each day. After the lesson each day the girls help Miss Johnson and Mrs. Elliott, so the windows may he opened when the hells ring for the noon hour. Girls from the commercial department were secured as cashiers, checkers (for trays), etc. Lauretta Simonsen, working with Miss John- son, has efficiently kept the books and cared for the money. During the last of February and the whole month of March one hot dish, and usually a dessert, were served each day. On April 2 ice cream 18

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receiving room the following day. As she entered a young girl came forward. “You are Miss Alden? Richard is here? Is he badly hurt? When can I see him?” The words fairly tumbled out of her mouth. “I beg your pardon, but J have been so worried that when 1 got your letter I dashed off without thinking.' T am so glad you have come, said Marian, smiling. “I want to talk to you about Lieutenant Crane, lie is in a bad way, 1 am afraid, and something must be done immediately. You probably know that he is badly crippled----- “Crippled! 1 haven't heard from him for months and months. I thought he just didn’t—didn't care any more. If I had only known! The young girl's voice bioke and tears came to her eyes. “It isn’t too late now, but you will have to be extremely tactful. He is very sensitive. Come upstairs and I'll have Lieutenant Crane brought up. My room is the only really private place in the whole building.” Saying this. Marian led her guest up the wide stairs and down the corridor to her room. “What a pretty room. It doesn’t look a bit like a hospital.” “It certainly doesn’t, laughed Marian. “I furnished it myself. It helps me keep happy and cheerful when the days are blackest. Now you wait here while I pilot Lieutenant Crane this way. Marian went out into the hall and then stopped a moment. Things had happened so quickly that she was rather bewildered. Then she straightened her shoulders and murmured. It is my one last hope. If this doesn’t work, I’m afraid Lieutenant Crane is a hopeless case. Lieutenant Crane was duly surprised to find himself being rolled down the corridor, but nothing mattered particularly to him now, and he paid no attention. The wheeled chair stopped in front of Marian's door a minute and then it was pushed inside. Jeati rose to her feet and flew to the side of the chair. “Jean!” “Richard!” Marian carefully closed the door. Her plan had worked. She made her way clown to the men waiting at the weaving loom. An hour later Marian knocked at her door and entered. Such a radiant sight met her eyes. Lieutenant Crane, his whole face glowing with joy, cried, “She isn’t married at all, Miss Alden. “But she is going to be.” retorted the girl. SHIRLEY CHARLES. •7

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was first served and was received with enthusiasm. For a little over two weeks it was served Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, and since has been served every day. Lately the cafeteria has easily disposed of six gallons a day. Provision has recently been made to supply those desiring it with one dish of good food to help out their cold lunches. Since the hot weather began salads and cold dishes have been served. This eliminates the parents objections to children staying at school during the noon hour. Miss Johnson plans the price of the dishes in order to give the students the most for their money and still pay for expenses. To prove this here is a list of the monthly gains since the beginning: March, the gain came to $5.25; in April, Si.05; in May, $5.41. Some days the serving cost more than usual to make up for losses on other days. The girls who serve show a fine spirit in giving their time for the rest of the school without grumbling. They arc given one free dish for the day they serve, but they generally do much more than pay for what they get. And lastly, those concerned with the cafeteria want to give their heart- felt thanks to the students who have so faithfully patronized their goods, and have so cheerfully overlooked mistakes, and best of all, have given them many helpful suggestions. MURIEL PELL. 1 have seen the bitter tundras where the caribou are grazing; I have seen the poisoned beauty of the forests ncath the line; 1 know the grim, gray mountains with the dog-nosed peaks upraising, I've seen them and I know them and I've made of them my shrine. The forests and the waters and the mountains of the earth. I know them all and know them well and well they've treated me; I’ve had my share of the bounty there and I've given proper worth, But 1 long for the smell of another land and the breeze of another sea. T have felt the hand of the Master of Men, its weight has laid me low; 1 have heard the bitter warnings and my time has come to die: I shall meet the vast Unknown—but I think I'm glad to go To the land of Happy Hunting Grounds, where souls of hunters lie. Hunting Ground ERIC JORDAN. '20. 9