Petaluma High School - Trojans Yearbook (Petaluma, CA)

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Now when he heard the mournful tale, Right thoughtful grew the elf; Three times he rustled his dusty coat And nodded to himself. Quoth he, “I know a gallant man, Will come and set thee free; Unto thy window he will haste, And break the bars for thee.” Now straightway did he leave the bower, And haste unto the wood, To call upon his worthy friend. The gallant Robin Hood. When Robin heard the elfin’s tale, A mighty oath swore he; “By my good bow,” quoth Robin Hood, “Such wrongs should never be.” If ever I did a worthy deed. This night shall not pass by And leave the lad imprisoned there. To his rescue now will I.” So Robin took his good yew bow. And summoned Little John. Unto the wicked giant’s home, The elf led them anon. The moon shone on the still, white walls Of the dwelling old and bare; They knew that this was the giant’s home, And he was sleeping there. They heard the boy within his bower. Right bitterly wept he; But soon they brake the prison bars And set the poor lad free. Right soon they found the giant bold; He fought with them afain ; But when good Robin had bent his bow, He lay in the moonlight, slain. Unto his home they led the boy. O, happy now was he, And ever he blessed the little elf And the men who set him free. V, •. , . FAY MILLER, ’14.

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jRobitt iijnoii terra a (Elrilii O weirdly, weirdly shone the moon, Upon that summer night, And strange were all the hills to see, Beneath its silver light. It shone upon the still, white walls Of a dwelling old and bare; O this was a cruel giant ' s home, And he was sleeping there. His coat was brown as fallen leaves That in the forest lie; Bold was the frown upon his brow, And keen his darksome eye. He passed between the prison bars, Into the room anon. O, strange he seemed, as there he stood, Full in the moonlight wan. In a bower sat a lonely child. A prisoner was he, And bitterly wept for home and friends He might no longer see. Into his bare and chilly bower He saw the moonlight fall; It fairly startled him to see A shadow on the wall. He turned and at the window saw An elfin, strange and weird. Like to an eldern dwarf was he, With long and grizzled beard. “O, wherefore weepest thou? said he, “I hear thee night and day; I cannot sleep because of thee— Have done, have done, I say. “O, be not harsh, the lad replied, “When thou should’st pity me. For I am locked in this dreary bower, And never may be free. “O, this is an evil giant’s home, Where I must live for aye; He stole me from my father’s house In the greenwood far away.

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IMag (Elirmttrlpa MAY, 1910. I ' m the happiest girl in the world! Oh, little Diary, I’m so full of joy and excitement that you’ll never be able to make out what I’m telling you, for I can’t sit still —or think—or anything for more than a minute at a time. Last night I graduated from high school and every one you and I know and love gave me beautiful things and I was simply smothered in flowers and tho’t I could never be much happier; but oh, it was nothing to what came this morning! Grandpa’s gift—he didn’t tell me last night because he said he knew I’d never sleep a wink—you’d never guess what it is! I am going to college! Oh, isn’t it almost too good to be true? It’s the biggest surprise I ever had, because altho’ its always been the secret crav¬ ing of my heart, I’ve never let Grandad think for a min¬ ute that I’d ever want to do anything but stay right on the dear old place with him and Uncle Ted. I can’t see for the life of me how he ever guessed—maybe the fairies—no, I bet I know—you told the brook and the brook murmured it to the big tree where grandpa’s pet lark lives, and the tree whispered it to the lark and he flew right out to the orchard and told grandpa! So you see I owe it all to my little best friend. To make it all the lovelier Jeannette is going too, so I shan’t be all alone among strangers. Listen—I can hear the Thomas auto humming up the road. I wonder whether it’s Ned Thomas coming home from college—he usually comes about this time. I never told you about them, did I? Just think— our families have lived on adjoining farms for four genera¬ tions and yet for the last fifty years they have not ex¬ changed a word, just because of some silly little squabble over land which didn’t amount to a row of pins. They finally came to a lawsuit over it which was decided against us after having hung on for a long time. One day when I was little 1 remember asking grandpa something about the Thomas family and he was angry and answered sharply that he didn’t care to discuss them. I was hurt at being answered so crossly for no conceiv¬ able reason and Uncle Ted took me for a walk in the orchard to comfort me. While we were gone he ex¬ plained to me all about things. He said the reason grandpa was so very bitter was that his only sister, a delicate young girl whom he fairly idolized, was engaged to one of the Thomas boys at the time and in the heat of the quarrel the fathers stepped in and broke the en¬ gagement, which I think was unforgivable. But people in great-grandfather’s time had such queer notions about family pride and honor that it’s hard to judge them by our modern standards. Grandpa’s sister died in a few months and he could never forget her long enough to think of making any advances toward peace. Of course as the younger generations grew up they realized how foolish it all was, but false pride, about be¬ ing the first to give in. I suppose, and respect for the old people’s feelings have kept the families just as far apart as ever. I was never allowed to play with the children at school 30