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

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I6 WHITEANDGOLD opposite bank, the bridge hoating down the stream and with it all hope of rescuing the child. The crowd stood along the bank gazing helplessly at the little girl; they knew that she must soon succumb to the cold of the prevailing storm. The pitiful cries of the women were partially drowned by the howling wind as it swept across the plain. The men walked the shore in despair. Grief took the place of excitement. Just at this time they were startled by the wild rush of a horse- man. Turning around they saw Joe Simpson, the man whom they most feared in all the wild new country. In the fast approaching twi- light they were able to discern only the mere outline of his rough, weather beaten face, and lost the look of sympathy that crept into it as, with one swift glance he took in the whole situation. Instantly he started off at the same mad speed with which he had approached. The astonished, terror-stricken crowd stood for a moment speechless and motionless, forgetful of the cause that had brought them together. Fearingr lest he would return son with his band of followers and take advantage of their present condition, the crowd dispersed and went to their camp, where the men armed themselves for battle. Presently the watchman saw a huge object moving rapidly to- ward the child. His first impulse was to shoot, but before he could bring his gun into operation, the man had siezed the child and dis.-. disappeared in the darkness. . Joe, for he it was whom the watchman had seen, had risked death to cross the river on a fallen tree, that he might rescue the child. But alas! Before he reached the crossing he saw the tree swinging on its way down the stream. All hope of reaching the other side was abandoned. Joe seemed to have but one thought, the comfort and safety of the child. He sought out a hollow tree, and after wrapping her snugly in his great coat, placed her within, and sat down'himself on the outside to protect her from the cold north wind. The settlers continued their watch all through the 'night, but no enemy came. By morning the river had gone down, and a cross- ing was affected, and a party went out in search of the child. Joe had not shifted his position all through the stormy night, nor did he stir at the approach of them. At first they were frightened at the sight of the rough rider setting like a statue at the foot of a tree, but they cautiously advanced and found Joe, cold and dead, but little child was safe.-Ira Cowart. A little bird sat on a wire And said to his friends, ill declare? If wireless telegraphy comes into vogue Weill have to sit in the air! -Ex.

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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

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WHITE AND GOLD A Serious Question One day, Pm told, long time ago, When every thing was formal, A council met, composed, ,tis said, Of the Things that live at Normal. For sometime past and long before, There had been much complaining, Of disrespect and treatment rude From the powers who then were reigning. The meeting place was hard to find- Away up in the attic- ,Twas the only place in the Normal School Where they could make a racket. Old Pete, the skeleton, took the chairm And cried out loud and clear, uIf any have a complaint to make Just mention it, now weire here. The gavel he cracked on the acrominal end Of his mighty clavicle bone, Then shook his head and rattled his teeth Till he made his audience moan. Then V enus, the goddess tho graces our hall, Arose and with dignity said, She thought it the greatest of great mistakes A hat rack to make of her head. The gym horse neighed and said ,twas a sin That a horse who was worked so hard, Should never be fed or given a drink, Or allowed to run in the yard. The lab cat mewed and told of a place Where body and soul must part, Of the awful things that happened there, And the Prof. with the stony heart. The pig skin arose, turned over and grunted, Then- said witli a weary sigh, It wasnit so very much fun to be punted-- He now was prepared to die. Then Peter asked what should be done, And the gym horse neighed undaunted. The lab cat mewed, fair Venus blushed, But the Pig skin only grunted.-E. L. C. I7 .Ri