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

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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.

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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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.ll. 8 WHITEANDGOLD Sinhinf' New Year's Eve On the outskirts of Sherwood forest, so renowned for the exploits of Robin hood and his bold followersthere lived some years ago Mr. Sinkins novelist, always engaged in writing half a dozen stories at once, but never, so far as records show, finishing any of them. As most great men have hob- bies, so also did Sinkins. His special amusement when waiting for an in- spiration, was to saunter off into the forest, a pair of large forceps in one hand and a jar in the other. He used the forceps to catch stray beetles and spiders, which he put into his bottle. Afterwards they were transferred to shelves at home, much to the horror of his timid wife. One afternoon on New Yearls Eve, as they were sitting: by the fire, Mrs. Sinkins, a rather eccentric personage, suddenly conceived the idea that she wished to go skating the next day, so she dispatched her faithful husband to the town five miles away for some skates, bidding him beware of goblins, which frequented the woods on that particular night of the year. Now Sinkins, though a novelist, was practical to a fault and-be it said to his shame-declared that he did not believe in such ridiculous things as fairies or goblins, and stated, moreover, that if he should happen to see one, it would soon be bottled along With the rest of his curiosities. Sinkins there- fore, left home with a light heart, reached the town, procured the skates, and started homeward through the woods as the sun set behind a neighboring hill. He soon came across a peculiar kind of iireily and in his eagerness to follow it: and add it to the rest of his specimens, he lost the skates and the way home also. After walking for hours and finding himself in the place whence he had started, he decided to sit down and wait as patiently as he could for morning to appear. His exertions had made him tired, and notwithstanding the fact that he was tired, cold, and hungry. he soon fell asleep. All at once a hand was laid on his shoulder and he was roughly pulled to his feet. Standing about him, he SIEIW imps, big, little, fat, lean, dancing and performing all kind of antics. The imp by whom he had been so unceremoniously awaikened seemed, both by his manner and dreSs, to be the leader of the band. Now before this host of uncanny beings, in pointed shoes and caps, and with hideously grinningr countenances, Sinkins was, to say the least, fright- ened; and when the king began talking, he, practical Sinkins, trembled in his shoes. The goblins, angry at having been disturbed in their games by a mor- ' tal, demanded in a hundred different squeaks, that he should be made to pay the penalty for his intrusion. At this the king informed him that on the last night of the year the woods were given up to the goblins, and that any mortal infringing on their privacy was condemned for one year to imprisonment in their underground home. When the proceedings had advanced as far as this Sinkins was dropped into a crack in the earth and fell until he reached a cave, lighted by fire Hies. Here he was taken in charge by a few imps, who, being too feeble and old to join in the sports, had been left on guard.