San Diego State University - Del Sudoeste Yearbook (San Diego, CA)

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6 WHITEANDGOLD A Thanksgiving Strike By Lena Campbell. The meting was held entirely Over the Home phone lines and the Stom- ach was chairman. He had to inform the Kidneys, Pancreas, and, other members of the union, of the development of affairs. The first message he sent was at the dinner hour, on Thanksgiving, and was as follows: ttRe- ceived: One piece of turkey, very improperly chewed? Then followed: Received: another allotment, consisting of a piece of turkey and some mashed potatoes, all in poor condition? TlMore turkey and very gummy stuffing coated with some fairly accept-a able gravy? The next message ran: tlA large quantity of pickles, nearly whole, mix- ed with about half a gallon of strong coffee. just arrived? The confederates tried to call up the Stomach but as is usual with lphones, the line was busy. The Stomach had down the receiver and was listening to the malfs conversation with his hostess. However, he was soon at his post again and sent the following hurried message: ilEnormous shipments of vegetables, bread and sweetmeats just re- ceived. My storage capacity is getting very limited. ltAbout sixteen ounces of pumpkin pie has arrived? and before he could hang up the receiver he found it necessary to add. Tlalso a large amount of mince pie? Thenhe said in a grand, tragic voice, lTi worse comes to worst, will you, like loyal and liberty-loviiig workingmeii. stand by the Union or will you be mean, contemp-tible Scabs? They replied dramatically, h Thank you. my bretheren, I lmew I could depend on you? Soon the Stomach sent another message: TiMore pumpkin pie has are rived, also a quantity of extremely indigestible fruit cake-a-n-de-some Chocolate and some cocoanut cake-imd-a half bushel of nuts. Let us rise! At least we can make the old capitalist uncomfortable though we may gain no redress of our wrongs. Candyl-fruiteRise, I say; Rise, my fellow workers! Is Capital to thus enslave us? Take your levers. twist and twinge every nerve you come to! Let him know The worm has turned!' we will win! He is sending no more but what he has already sent is more than we can bear or handle without helpf In a few moments he ejaculated: hHow strangely he acts! Give a lit- tle harder twinge, friends. I wonder why he doubles up this way and puts his hand over me Now, just a little more, boys. How he groans and how solemn his voice is! Surely those groans and that solemn mice indi- cate that he is vowing to redress our grievances. llAh! my conclusion is correct. He has us down a helper who announces his name is Medicine. Hallelujah! Our cause is won! Surely u'In union there is strength? Go ahead! heart 2nd SiJ'lli we are with youf ulnlllluIIIIHlnlIIlHlulnluI Miss Ives tPhysics HDw-That is the number of round inehes in the base of the cylinder.

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WHITE ANDGOLD E5 Vlighted with torches, while their friends were grouped about them. The closing word of the minister was a signal for loud hurrahs, and the couple received the congratulations and advice of their friends. Grandmammy was heard to remark to the young bride, nYou shore hab your hands full wid dat lazy nigger livin, wid you? The rest of the evening,r was spent in dancing out on the bare ground under the lighted trees to the music of a home- made banjo, a fiddle and a couple of flutes and jews harps. Late at night one could still hear the music accompanied by the laughing and talking, and the tap, tap of feet on the ground. The next day the negro women had a quilting party. They assembled in one of the larger cabins and started to work, each sitting before a large frame on which. the quilt was fastened. T heir working did not seem to in- terfere with their talking, as they kept up a steady stream of conversation. Towards evening they rolled up their quilt and made preparations for the big feast. Soon the men began to arrive. Accompanied by ttOld Tom was Grandmammy, who had sent word during the earlier part of the day that she was iifeeling too poorly to come to de quiltini party. She seemed, how- ever, to have suddenly imnroved when the feasting time came around. Such merry making as went on at the feast, and such good things they had to eat! After the feast came another dance in the open air until the early hours of the morning. The next evening a coon hunt was on. At dark the negro men started out, each armed with a heavy stick and a torch. A pack of dogs went with them. It certainly was exciting to crash through the cane-brakes, clamber over fences and dodge trees in endeavoring to keep in sight of the dogs that were on the scent of a coon. And the feeling of satisfaction when the dogs stopped under a tree and there among the branches sat a poor, trem- bling coon! It was soon caught and killed and the fun went on. More coons were caught and finally the men returned home tired, but happy in the pos- session of their trophies and in the thoughts of the feast on the marrow. And so the Christmas week goes on, full of pleasure and freedom for the simple-minded negro, and when New Year passes by they again take up their life of labor, happy in the memory of past pleasures and of those that are to come again in another years time. Old Tom again takes up the dignity of chief councillor on all vital questions arising on the plantation, from the growing of nde cotton and de cornii down to the treatment of the measles when it strikes the chi'lluns. -P. B. A TRANSITIVE VERB. hMy,but grammar is hard, said one member of the grammar class to another. Does i: killi take an object ? Why, of course it does, was the reply. There is a man who is Ski! ling himself. Mr. Thompson: Love has had an operation performed on his eyes. He is no longer blind.

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WHITEANDGOLD 7 When I Go to Normal The morning is like an evil dreamenay, it is one. The night before I virtuously resolve to rise very early, so that there will be no hurry in ltthe wee, smai hours? I awake promptly and then cuddle down and go to sleep again, llbecause I have so much time? Those moments are blissful, but unprofitable. There is a horrified exclamation from mother. and I am snatched from my delicious slumbers by the unfeeling announcement that it is 6:55. Then the evil dream commences. Some poetically in- clined person- has written of the llFableland of Dreams? but when anyone has attempted to catch the seven-forty car in a one-eighth-awake condition, he knows that the true name is the KlStableland of Dreams? and that it is originated by and maintained solely for the benefit of nightmares. In my frantic haste. I step upon a shoe-lace that is flopping around un- tied, and break it in a vital spot. One is found somewhere, anywhere, and then I tug at the other to be sure it is tied firmly, and it breaks with 3 vi- cious snap. The minor catastrophes during the hurried dressingr and the gobbled breakfast, I will pass over, and come to the frantic scramble to col- lect the varied contents of the wicker basket that is the coat of arms of ev- ery Normal girl. My pencil is broken. my pen is diffusing ink upon the library book and my handkerchief; a glass of fruit in my lunch basket upsets and trickles sticky sweetness over the universe, and my car book and one tennis slipper have departed for parts unknown. Finally I start on the gaIIOp, still struggling with my hat pins. As I rush out of the door, I slam it to, the spring lock catches, and from my parched throat comes a yelp of horror. I have forgotten my library book! Frantically I summon mother and she informs me that she put the book in my satchel and casually adds that I Hhad better hurry. y By this time I am so pressed for time that I dare not go around by the gate, and so I scramble over the six-foot back fence tdevoutly hoping that no eye will behold the fearful deedl, and start for the car. It is eight blocks, and I have just five minutes. The last block is a steep hill to be climbed. 'Ti; fortunate I can run. I now do so. I catch my car. It waits patiently for me to run half a block. It always does. The conductor grins. He always does. Then there is a desperate flurry as I dive into the depths of the ubi- quitous basket after my elusive car book. Finally, my car caught and my fare safely paid, I lean back in the seat, exhausted, but with a clear conscience, a tranquil mind, and no responsibility in regard to the rest of the journey. And tomorrow morning I'll do it all over again.e,o6. IlllIIllllllllllIlllllllllllllllllll. Sweet little Emily Rose Was tired and about to repose. But her brother, named Clare, Put a tack in her chairvand Sweet little Emily RoseeEx.