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

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I4 WHITEANDGOLD And when you have the place arranged And fixed up properly, New black boards, windows, stairs, and floors, You are prepared, you see, To take a child from where he is To where he ought to be. eA. S., i06. Sketches The glistening, sandy desert stretched away to the eastern horizon where it wavered in the blue of the overheated ai'r; southward stood a tall lone mountain, a silent sentinel. On a darker spot, out in- uhe desert, rising slightly above the surrounding sands, a group of green trees marked the Coyote Wells, and there the ocatilla cactus raised its tally red blossomed stalks above the small thorny brush and cactus of the plain. The setting sun left the western sky above the dark mountains at mass of flaming reds and golds, deepening into darker blue and purple. The evening star shone out in the east. As it grew dark more stars twinkled in thfe clean- heavens. The Milky Way stretched from the lone mountain across: the great dome of the sky like a broad band of silver, thickly studded with jewels. In the east the sky grew lighter, a yellow glow appeared like that from a great fire, lighting up the edge of the desert. Then the great moon rose, a luminous golden ball. and lit the sands with its soft light, casting long shadows across the hills, and tracing the dry water course with great dark markings which stretched their long hngers back to the black mountains. In the moonlight 3. traveler, slowly following the long trail, reached the mountains, and entering a deep gorge, was lost from sight. As he left the desert the long wail of a coyote reached him and then, all was sti11.-R. D. mum They were taking a. moonlight stroll. He was just beginning to get. poetical. On such a nighte-ii Harold? she cried, iiLook at that snake! and with a scream worthy of a woman, she hastily retreated. Harold looked. Sure enough! there was a; .z'lbng black snake slowLy crossing the pavement. He made for tHe middle of the street to hunt for stones of course? There were no stones. He went farther back. At last he found one. i Harold, come away! Donit-don't bother about it! Youill get killed! Nonsense! I'll kill it! and stepping forward he landed the stone squarely on the reptileis head. When the stone rolled asidem however. the snake proceeded as before. Some one approached from the other side. nA snake! ltll be-! Should think heid get away faster! Yes, or die when you hit him? growled Harold, landing another stone. There, you fixed him. He does not move! By this time two more men had joined the fray. They drew round in

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WHITEANDGOLD 13 Notes from a Lecture on llHygiene for Young Teachers lFrom Room 3m Donlt' meekly take things as they are, And try to make them do, But turn the whole thing upside down Until it pleases you; And donlt attempt to try to please The other people too. The schoolhouse will not suit at all, So tear the old wreck down, And build it on a modern plan, ' 1 i f; A model for the town. i: Don't try to make it cheap and plain, But do the thing up brown. Have hardwood floors all fixed just so, And polished nice and slick So no microbes or measly germs Can find a place to stick; For when they see no cracks or dust They run to get out quick. Assign each pupil as he comes Ten cubic feet of air, And change it very frequently 2 For germs may linger there. Dornlt let the big boys yawn, for fear They get more than their share. Donlt have a stove about the place . Nor let a grate be lit, But put a furnace in and if The people have a lit, . - , And school trustees object-don't let ., . , q .. That bother you ant. , ' - - l The blackboards must be changed about And all the windows too; The walls must all be plastered fresh And painted green or blue; The doors should open in or out 4 4 To let the pupils thfrough!

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WHITEANDGOLD 15 a circle, each straining his eyes for a clearer view, yet afraid to approvaJCh. tiI d like his skin, Ii said one. ITorn re welcome, said Harold, anyone got a match ?ii One was soon lighted and the four drew closer. By its dim flicker they recognized :1 long, black stocking tied to a string. There was a snicker from somewhere. They were glad the match went out. They scattered in silence. Harold joined his trembling companion. Did you kill it:rw she gasped. Dead as a doornailfi he answered. N . B. It was very hot and I was sitting listlessly on the porch. Suddenly there appeared around the corner three small children, a boy of about six years and a girl and boy a little younger. They rode broomsticks alnd carried washboiler lids and long pointed sticks, and on the heads of two were large CO'ffee-pOtS and on the third curly head was a 1ard-paii1.I laughed heartily at them, but they gravely looked at me and never smiled I asked them what they were playing. The eldest child solemnly replied, iiWe aim t playing. I am Don Quixote and I am riding my steed, Rosananti. They tindicating the other two cHildreni are a Knight-Errant and Sancho? He also condes scendingly explained that what I thought were boiler-Iids were shtields; the things I mistook for sticks; were sharp spears and what I had the audacity to call coffee-pots were helmets; then, completely ignoring me, he turned and gave the command, ttAdvance! ye royal knights! Vanquish the foe! They charged on the telegraph pole and on a: large shade tree and soon retreated. with Hashing armor, to other fields of conquest. Helen Sinks. On the Frontier In the days when the buEalo roamed over the great Staked Plains, even before the red man was extinct, the cow-boy held sovereign sway throughout the north-western portion of the Lone Star State. The mere sight of him, with his leather breeches, his belt and revolvers plainly visible, and his long shaggy hair hanging in tags below his big sombrero, was enough to incite the fear of the bravest of that vast band of immigrants who were settling this western country; his wild reckless life quelled the war-like spirit of the native barbarians, and chief among them was Joe Simpson, a wild, burly fellow. The settlers always kept a constant watch around their un forti- fied camps, ready to sound the alarm in case of a sudden attack in the evening. Had they been able to look beneath the surface and see the cowboys, better nature, much of their anxiety might have been a1- layed. Late one winter afternoon an alarm was sounded from one of the settlements, summoning the men to the bank of the river. The sight which met their eyes was appalling. A small child shivering on the