Roosevelt High School - Round Up Yearbook (Los Angeles, CA)

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. brave man, Lizzie. Lizzie answered, 'fThist so you take good care of him, he's yourin. Ma ain't never keered 'bout cats, nohowf' The family continued on the same, but with a new member of the family, until one day which they always remembered. Emile and Amelie had been sent to bring back the horses, from where they had been grazing. When they returned without the horses, the rest of the children went to search for them. Paul, busy picking flowers, climbed a small hill. He looked down, and then shouted, for there, half hidden by bushes and trees, were the two horses grazing peacefully. The thieves had apparently left them, thinking they were safe. The children returned with the horses, much relieved after their scare. Upon arriving in California, they discovered that they were down to their last dollar. They went to Dutch Flat as Mr. Duval had directed, but he was not there. After inquiring about him, they learned that their father had moved to a nearby town, and had left word for them to follow. It was finally decided that Pierre should take the best horse and see if his father was there. Then money would be sent and Jeanne and the younger children would follow. It was taking a big chance, but was certainly worth while. Anxious days passed, and then a letter came and money! I don't need to say that it wasn't long till the children were in their father's arms, making up for past years. No gold mines were discovered, but Mr. Duval had a good position in a mining camp, and soon found one for Pierre. Although the family was not rich in gold, they were rich in happiness. BARBARA EBY. THE GREAT ROBBERY f'Have ya heered about the big gold robbery down thar at Hutchins? The whole 'dern' country's squallin' around about it. Ya don't say, have they got any clues for the fella wot stole it? Naw, they can't get 'im. That fella's gone out o' this yere country long ago. So went the talk of the forty miners in the old town saloon. Meanwhile in Bill Hutchins house in the valley a hot discussion was going on. Four days before this occurrence, Bill Hutchins had hidden his gold in the cellar of his house, but the next day when he went to get it, the gold was gone. This news soon traveled far and wide as news always does and every one was looking for the robber. Mrs. Busybody Squirrel meanwhile is doing winter cleaning. She is very happy because the winter store of nuts is large this season. Mr. Squirrel is cleaning also but he is very tired dragging all his nuts up a tree house. Dust is Hying all around and Mr. Squirrel sniffed so hard it caused him to sneeze and therefore caused Mrs. Squirrel to have quite a shock. Mrs. Squirrel promptly drove Mr. Squirrel out side and went on cleaning. He, once outside, capered and jumped around until an idea struck him. I'm hungry anyhow, said Mr. Squirrel, HWhy didn't I think of those fine nuts before?y' I think I'll go down for more of those nice nuts by that man's house, Bill Hutchins, I think his name is. So down went Mr. Squirrel, his tail in the air, but when he got to the cellar where he found them he was disappointed to find the door closed. A small thing like that could not deprive Mr. Squirrel of getting his precious nuts, so he pushed and thumped until the door opened with a loud noise. He scampered down the steps, got four of the nuts and ran out. By this time someone had come to find who made the noise. Poor Mr. Squirrel ran for his life with the nuts in his mouth, with half the town at his heels shouting. Up the tree and in a hole Went Mr. Squirrel with a man behind him. Once inside l22l

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Mr. Squirrel paused to watch a hand reach in and grab a handful of his well earned nuts. A few minutes a voice cried, Goldl the thief is found. What Mr. Squirrel had thought were nuts were really gold nuggets. So poor Mr. Squirrel was robbed which was just too bad, so he had to store up a pile of new nuts. ELEAN OR LYONS. THE KEY WITHOUT A LOCK This story is written by the eleven members of the ,Short Story Club, who have nicknamed themselves 'The Ink Slingersf' Each member wrote a chapter, after draw- ing lots to determine the order, and the story became a continued affair, as each member, after reading his chapter aloud to the club, passed it on to the one next in order. The main characters are the Lawrence family, consisting of Mr. and Mrs. Lawrence, Nancy, 14, Stan, 15, and Betty Lou, 5, and Mr. Von Burgen, a peculiar and sinister antique dealer. The Lawrence family have just inherited a rambling old house by the terms of Uncle Ben jameson's will, and as they are not a wealthy family, are much thrilled and excited. Now read the story. The authors are: Grace Childs Arlene Ellis Robert Long ' Arthur Stribbley Josephine Budts Adeline Swensen Zelma Glazier Tommy Orthman Antoinette Selzer Robert Craycroft Miss Skinner CHAPTER I Oh, isn't it thrilling, exclaimed Nancy, Hto think this big old house is really ours, and that Uncle Ben, whom we children met only once in our lives, has willed it to us? I'm just dying to explore all these rooms. It looks like a house with secrets. The funniest thing about the whole thingf' answered Stan, her brother, His the rag doll that Uncle left Betty Lou. Mother and father said he was sort of queer, and I agree, Poor Betty Lou, laughed Nancy. 'fShe wanted to throw it away, but mother wouldn't let her. Betty Lou says the rag doll is a disgrace to her best doll, Lizabeth Ann. After dinner, the Lawrence family gathered in the spacious library and Betty Lou was endeavoring to give the despised rag doll a ride on Prince, the fox terrier. Tiring of this game, she dropped the doll and ran upstairs for the beloved doll, Lizabeth Ann. Prince was of an inquiring turn of mind, and when Nancy next looked up, it was to discover Prince blissfully chewing on the torn rag doll. Quit that! she yelled, tearing the doll away from the astonished dog. tfjust see what you've donef' A piece of paper protruded from the doll's head, attracted her attention, and opening it, she gave a gasp. Come here, everybody, she called, Hlook what I've foundlv Peering over her shoulder, they saw in printed letters this message: WPM RGPDODZW UOJL LP IJPU UXSOS LXS ISW YH YL YJ. CHAPTER II The next morning Nancy and Stan decided to explore the house, starting with the attic. Betty Lou tagged along, dragging her doll by one arm. Both Nancy and Stan had a feeling of excitement. Perhaps they might find something valuable. The house i251