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

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Daley look the list and looked it over. You says,” he said, “that you hev tried every hog tie you know?” Yes, every method I know.” Well now get this straight. 1 guarantees to hev this assembled mul- titude in one place—here say—at 8 o'clock at say three days from now. And you guarantees, if I do, to see that I ain’t beat out by this billie twirlin' hombre.” Agreed, Mr. Daley—but, remember, all of them. Three days had passed, and Henderson, breaking all precedents, had arrived at his office at the unearthly hour of half past seven. With a grunt of impatience he looked at his watch. It registered twenty minutes to eight. Twenty minutes to go,” he rumbled, there is still a chance—hello what's that ?” The door of his office had opened with a crash, and through it he saw Sheriff Daley's back. Now, gentlemen.” Daley was saying, yer all kind of hot at being dragged around same as a branding calf. Don't blame ye, gents—would feel the same way myself—but it had to be did. 1 did it fer the welfare of the prosperous community ev Belt Hole. And, gents, yer goin‘ to get your salt out of it, too, when ye have talked to this hombre Henderson— limping lizards, please don't begin to talk again. Mr. Jordan”—this to a bellow from the mouth of that gentleman— I aint on the same range with you at that. Now, gents, form for the grand march and follow me —and you. guards—see thet they don’t discover any gopher hole to hide in around here.” At that, led by Sheriff Daley, the men began to filter in through the door, and, under the persuasive arguments of Daley's cow- punchers, were lined up around the walls of the office. As Henderson looked at the familiar faces of the men he felt a sus- picion of doubt as to the way they would take such treatment. Every man on the list was there—very disheveled, and all with glowers for Henderson that did not comfort him. His speculation was cut short, however, by the drawl of Sheriff Daley. “Well,” lie said, I guess 1 win. Hcndy, don't I—here they all are.” The reclamation service was a success, and Belt Hole prospered and agreed that they should have two gun plays a year instead of the accus- tomed one. Daley reigned triumphant as the sheriff of Belt Hole that year, although Boyson, in the position of deputy sheriff, insisted that the rangers wear blue helmets and billies. [27]

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stationed in the reclamation district. W hen it is convenient call up the Kleine Detective Agency and see if Clarence Swabey has found any clue to the lost collar button—and don't have him prove that he took it him- self as he did in several other cases of his. It is a clever trick but it gets monotonous. That will be all: show Daley in when he arrives. Miss Killam left to do some more thinking for the promoter. A few minutes later there breezed in a picture of the wild and woolly West such as Henderson had never seen equalled even in the moving pictures. He was short and round : a disintegrating sombrero drooped over his face: a pair of cowhide boots pinched his toes: two outrageously large horse-pistols dangled from his hips. Henderson began to get nervous. The apparition, shooting out a hand confidently, informed Henderson that he was .Sheriff Daley of Belt Hole. Nevada. “Well, Sheriff Daley, what can 1 do for you? In some respects Henderson didn’t differ much from the ordinary office boy. Daley seated himself on the desk and made himself comfortable for an all night session. “Now, Hendy, you savvy it’s this way. licit Hole is just about as nice prosperin’ a community as ever had the misfortune to horn in on that crawlin' piece of real estate that these guys who write pomes go loco about. Anyway thev’s a fair population of hombres there and they all know what thev’s hollerin' fer. Now me, as sheriff of this thrivin’ metropolis, had kept the shootings down to one a year fer twenty- year—an’ it always come about that the Scalpes—that’s the name of the party agin me—got their man picked off. So I kept me job and in a few more years they wouldn’t have been any Scalper party left. But I didn’t have no hand in that—I let them have a murder a year and hereby testify that it was a good institution—gave the multitude somethin’ to talk about. Well now along comes this hombre Boyson—straight from Xu York with a lot of fancy knots about the way to keep order. And he ups and runs fer sheriff. Now any other year I could have lice hawed in his face but this year somethin’ went wrong. About ten of my backers died and that left it so Boyson could win the election on his own vote—and I grants him the right. So there you have the whole family histry and the skeletin thrown in. Now—I hear as that you were horning our way and I thought 1 might set your pinto in the right direction—of course if you see that I get the safekeeping of Belt Hole.” Well. Mr. Daley—don’t know that there is anything that you can do—except—well, get all these men on this list together where I can get at them. I’ve tried every method I know.’’ [26J

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 SCRIBBLERS ’ Vol. 74 June 21, 1950 No. 1920 Entered at the Palo Alto Post Office as very classy matter. Editorial A CHANGE IX THE FAR EAST It was with no little apprehension that the western world watched the recent political upheaval in Japan. Japan had been so seemingly content with the imperial form of government that there seemed little hope for the democratic element. Indeed there appeared not a single hope for the democratic faction even after the overthrow of the old order. Lo, out of the seeming chaos there appeared the figure of Seize Yamasaki, and under his leadership order was restored. It was hut a fitting tribute to his power that he was declared president. THE PHILIPPINE REVOLT When the dispatches brought us the news that there was a revolt brewing in the Philippines, there were many who shook their heads sagely and said we should never have granted their independence in 1926. However, these wiseacres did not have long to enjoy this shaking, for scarcely was the news announced when the Filipino embassy stated that the progressive army, under the leadership of the Patacsil cousins, had the island in complete control. DRESS REFORM W'e feel torn between the devil and the deep blue sea when asked an opinion on dress reform. There is. no doubt, sane argument on both sides of the case, and the women who speak on it are all of such national leadership that we know scarcely how to turn. There are, for instance, those asking that the dresses be shortened, maintaining that the long sweeping dresses of this period are distinctly unsanitary and hampering. Among these are the society leaders, Lois Hume and Helen Lunsford; as well as the actresses Avice Irwin and Gertrude Rendtorff. and also the president of the anti-dancing league, Mary d’Antonio. But. while we might be decided immediately in favor of the reform upon reading f28]