Sanger High School - Echo Yearbook (Sanger, CA)

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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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T 5 s l-TAMELIN Towns in Brun wick By Tamous Hanover ciTy The river Weser deep and wide Washes :Ts wall on The souThern side - i .. . , . , . . A pleasanTer spoT you ve never spied BuT when begins my diTTy, AlmosT Tive hundred years ago, To see The TownsTolk suTTer so 1 From vermin, was a piTy. ll RaTs! They ToughT The clogs and killed The cafs, And biT The babies in The cradles, And aTe The cheeses ouT oT The vaTs, And licked The soup Trom The cooks' own Iadles, SpliT open The kegs OT salTed spraTs, Made nesTs inside men's Sunday haTs, And even! spoiled The women's chaTs By drowning Their speaking V!iTh shrieking and sgueaking ln TiFTy diiTerenT sharps and Tlais, AT lasT The people in a body To The Town Hall came Tlocking: 'Tis clear, cried They, our mayor's a noddy: And as Tor our CorporaTion-shocking Rouse up. sirs! Give your brains a racking To Tind The remedy we're lacking, Or, sure as TaTe, we'll send you packing! IV An hour They saT in council: AT langrh The Mayor broke silence: lT's easy To bid one rack one's brain- l'm sure my poor head aches again, l've scraTched iT so, and all in vain. O Tor a Trap, a Trap, a Trap! JusT as he said This, whaT should hap AT The chamber-door buT a genTle Tap? Bless us, cried The mayor, WhaT's ThaT? Only a scraping oT shoes on The maT? AnyThing like The sound oT a raT Makes my hearT go piT-a-paT! V Come in! The Mayor cried, looking bigger: And in did come The sTrangesT Tigure! l-lis queer long coaT from heel To head Was half oT yellow and halT oT recl, And he himselT was Tall and Thin, WiTh sharp blue eyes, each like a pin, Uhr Igiprr nf And Iighf loose hair, yeT swarThy slcin, No TUTT on cheek nor beard on chin, BUT lips where smiles wenT ouT and in: There was no guessing his kiTh and kin: And nobody could enough admire The +aIl man and his quainT aTTiro. Vl l'le advanced To The council-Table: And, Please your honors, said he, l'm able, By means oT a secreT charm, To draw All creaTures living beneaTh The sun, ThaT creep or swim or Tly or run, ATTer me so as you never saw! And l chiefly use my charm On creaTures ThaT do people harm. The mole and Toad and newT and viper: And people call me The Pied Piper. IT l can rid your Town of raTs Will you give me a Thousand guilders? One? TiTTy Thousand -was The exclamaTion OT The asTonished Mayor and CorporaTion. Vll lnTo The sTreeT The Piper sTepT, Then, like a musical adepT, To blow The pipe his lips he wrinkled, And green and blue his sharp eyes Twinkled, Like a candle-Tlame where salT is sprinkled: And ere Three shrill noTes The pipe uTTered, You heard as if an army muTTered: And The muTTering grew To a grumbling: And The grumbling grew To a mighfy rumbling: And ouT oT The houses The raTs came Tumbling. Families by Tens and dozens, BroThers, sisTers, husbands, wives- Followed The Piper Tor Their lives. From sTreeT To sTreeT he piped advancing, And sTep by sTep They Tollowed dancing, UnTil They came To The river XIVGSGF, Wherein all plunged and perished! -Save one who, sTouT as Julius Caesar, Swam across and lived To carry To raT-land home his commenTary. Vlll You should have heard The l-lamelin people Ringing The bells Till They rocked The sTeeple. Go, cried The Mayor, and geT long poles Poke ouT The nesTs and block up The holes! ConsulT wiTh carpenTers and builders, And leave in our Town noT even a Trace OT The raTs! -when suddenly, up The Tace OT The Piper perked in The markel'-place, WiTh a, FirsT, if you please, my Thousand guild- ers!

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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