Sanger High School - Echo Yearbook (Sanger, CA)

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fi X'-T 'X N , ' , ,. I , ,4 ?' ' ' . ' xy Browning's Pied Piper lives again in 'rhe I936 Echo. Lilce HameIin's burghers, our classes are plagued by ralrs-Ihe ralrs of ignorance. The Iaculiy, as did 'rhe piper, offers 'ro aid I'he s+udenI's for a price, daily lesson prepararions. Delighied-Ihe sludenis offer even a larger surn-alhlelic achievemenls. Unlilce Hamelin's burgh- ers, who refused Io pay Jrhe piper , our classes keep Iheir promise, con+inue To enioy Iheir ac+iviI'ies, and so our Echo has a happy ending. Thaf if may revive happy memories 'ro all who read il is Ihe wish of 'rhe ECHO STAFF. Table of Contents Foreword BOOK I HAMELIN TOWN Sanger Union High School BOOK II THE TOWNSPEOPLE Classes BOOK III THE PIED PIPER Adminislrarion BOOK IV THE TOWN'S OFFER Alrhlerics BOOK V THE TOWN'S CHILDREN Aciivilies BOOK VI THE HAPPY ENDING

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IHTPII lflamvlin IX A Thousand guildersl The Mayor looked blue So did The CorporaTion Too. To pay This sum To a wandering fellow Q Wifh a gypsy coaT of red and yellow! Beside, guoTh The Mayor wiTh a knowing wink Our business was done aT The river's brink: We saw wiTh our eyes The vermin sink, And whaT's dead can'T come To life, I Think. So, friend, we're noT The Tolks To shrink From The duTy of giving you someThing for drink, And a maTTer oT money To puT in your poke: BuT as Tor The guilders, whaT we spoke Of Them, as you very well know, was in ioke Beside, our losses have made us ThriTTy. A Thousand guildersl Come, Take fiTTyI X No Triflingl Folks who puT me in a passion May Tind me pipe afTer anoTher Tashion. X I How? cried The Mayor, Do your worsT, Blow your pipe There Till you bursT! XII Once more he sTepT inTo The sTreeT, And To his lips again Laid his long pipe of smooTh sTraighT cane: And ere he blew Three noTes OuT came The children running. All The Ii++Ie boys and girls, WiTh rosy cheeks and flaxen curls, And sparkling eyes and TeeTh like pearls, Tripping and skipping, ran merrily aTTer The wonderful music wiTh shouTing and IaughTer. XIII The Mayor was dumb, and The Council sTood As if They were changed inTo blocks oT wood, Unable To move a sTep, or cry To The children merrily skipping by, --Could only follow wiTh The eye ThaT joyous crowd aT The Piper's back. As The Piper Turned from The High STreeT To where The Weser rolled iTs waTers RighT in The way oT Their sons and daughTers! However, he Turned Trom SouTh To WesT, And To Koppelberg Hill his sTeps addresed, And aTTer him The children pressed: Greaf was The ioy in every breasT. He never can cross ThaT mighTy Topl He's forced To leT The piping drop, And we shall see our children sTopI When, lo, as They reached The mounTain-side. A wondrous porTaI opened wide, As if a cavern was suddenly hollowed: And The Piper advanced and The children fol- lowed, And when all were in To The very IasT, The door in The mounTain-side shuT fasT. Did I say, all? No! One was lame. And could noT dance The whale of The way: And in affer years, IT you would blame His sadness, he was used To say,- IT's dull in our Town since my pIaymaTes IeTTI I can'T forgeT ThaT I'm bereff OT all The pIeasanT sighTs They see, Which The Piper also promised me. XIV Alas, alasl for I-Iamelinl There came inTo many a burgher's paTe A TexT which says ThaT heaven's gaTe Opes To The rich aT as easy raTe As The needIe's eye Takes a camel inl The Mayor senT EasT, WesT, NorTh, and SouTh, To offer The Piper, by word of mouTh, Wherever iT was men's IoT To find him, Silver and gold To his hearT's conTenT, If he'd only reTurn The way he wenT, And bring The children behind him. BuT when They saw 'Twas a IosT endeavor, And Piper and dancers were gone forever, They made a decree ThaT lawyers never Should Think Their records daTed duly If, afTer The day of The monTh and year, These words did noT as well appear, And so long aTTer whaT happened here On The TwenTy-second oT July, ThirTeen hundred and sevenTy-six: And The beTTer in memory To Tix The place oT The chiIdren's IasT reTreaT, They called iT The Pied Piper's STreeT- They wroTe The sTory on a column, And on The greaf church-window painTed The same, To make The world acquainTed How Their children were sToIen away, And There iT sTands To This very day. XV So, Willy, leT me and you be wipers OT scores ouT wiTh all men-especially pipersl And, wheTher They pipe us free Trom raTs or 'from mice, IT we've promised Them aughT, leT us keep our promise!

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Laurence E. Dow TO MR. LAURENCE E. DOW, WHO, BY HIS ENTHUSIASTIC INTEREST IN THE DEVELOPMENT OF SCHOOL ACTIVITIES AND BY HIS THOUGHT- FUL GUIDANCE AND SYMPATHETIC U NDERSTANDING IN STUDENT PROBLEMS, HAS WON THE RESPECT OF BOTH STUDENTS AND FACULTY, WE DEDICATE THIS ISSUE OF THE ECHO , I I I I I I A4 4 I ,f ff 1 I a If vw 351 -f I E- 5 , f'.' f .J 7' I. FT, L as :lf Lf' W. x..,,,, -- Dedication