Santa Rosa High School - Echo Yearbook (Santa Rosa, CA)

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Satan Cage and the Cirrus Dearish Hon. Sir:— Strange excitements occur in town recently. Brightish signs pasted up announce circus. School are closed on account of vacations, so I make plans to see everythings: Thursday evenings upon retiring to bed I ajust alarm clock to call me early. At 4:30 a. m. he ring like fire alarms, and I muffle him with pillows. Excitements are all inside of me while arrangement for my departure take place. Three and a half min- utes later I dash myself down to S. P. railroad station te await for arrival of Hon. Al G. Barnes’ Wonderful Animal Circus. One hour I await with shivers, while trains not arrive. “Daggers!” I stutter thru clicking teeth. are hon. circus?” Nobodies do not know either. “Maybe this are April foolish joke,” I gasp with impatience, while I proceed to wait thirty minutes longer. Soonly gentleman party exit forth from yel- lowish building and approach lady nearby my side. “Train have become derailed,” he inform us. She will not arrive until by-em-by.” “Where “Whizzes,” I hiss, with disappointment feelings, 18 while making retreats for bedroom, where snores are enjoyed by me until 8 a. m. o’clock. At 11:30 I take myself back again to arriving place of circus. Crowds are decorating station, like mosquitoes on fisherman’s Patiently for one half hour I wait, and then joys are mine. “Toot!” announces the train as he drag big, heavy circus into town. “Wheeew,” he whistle when labors are finished. Peoples crowd close to him to see every- things. Instantly animals are let loose from cars and lugged to camp. One male species of humanity with voice like rusty buzz saw, mounted on top of a horse, and proceed to boss the job. “Say,” he demjand, “employ swift speed there.” neck. Then he repeat several prayers which I learn in Sunday school. Bigish wagons are removed from trains by Hon. Elephant. Then lions, tigers, snakes and other fish are carried to College Lot. About this time hungry feelings are possessed by me, in regions of appetite, and I depart for my meal ticket. When I have stuffed myself with cake, pickles, dried fish and lemonade, I dash again to circus lot. While show people are employed in eating dinner, I

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canoe. It was nice and cool last night, so I don’t care. I'm rather glad we burned holes in our bathing suits, too, arn’t you? We got to wear our brothers’, and it was such fun with no bothersome skirts to get twisted around our legs. Now, really, Jimmie don’t you wish with all your might, and some of mine, too, that you and I were boys?” “Of course, I do silly, haven’t I said so just trillions and gillions of times. It just makes me want to fight every time I get to thinking about it, but then you know what our mothers say when you and I have a real fight. Every single time we hear that same old—‘Now Jimmie and Billie aren’t you just awfully ashamed of your- selves to act in such a rough, rowdy way, when you know your mothers are trying to make refined young ladies out of you, so you will be able to enter society when you are of age.’ Oh, I just hate society, and worst of all to have to be a nice little girl.” “Well, let’s not sit here and talk about what we wish we were, but can’t be, and things that we have done that we are sorry for. Suppose we start upon this terrible journey into the wilderness, because we may never get another chance.” “Yes, we had better go because it does not take our guardian angels more than a century to fly up to the post office and back again to see if their darling daugh- ters have been eating jam or playing with matches.” We jumped up, found the paddles and pillows, went down to the river and got into the canoe. Soon we were drifting along enjoying the cool evening air. Then suddenly we saw the awfullest, spookiest thing that ever existed. On the left hand side of the river a white hand was grasping the willows. I looked at Jim- mie, and she looked as if some one had thrown a bucket of whitewash into her face, she was so pale. I must have looked just as bad, because Jimmie has never been able to describe the horrified expression that was on my face. In plain words, we were “scared stiff.” Many things flashed through our minds in a second. Of course we remembered a muffled scream a minute ago and a queer gurgling noise. In the gathering dark- ness we could intagine the water boiling up as the drowning person fought for life—we had wonderful imaginations, and I don’t doubt but that we could imagine most anything if we wished. What should we do, pull the person out by the hand? No, that would upset the canoe. Should we both jump in and rescue this person? No, we would probably be strangled to death. We wanted to play the hero, or heroine rather, but the mere thought of it made our teeth chatter. The canoe slid alongside of the band and we reach- ed for it before we thought. Horrors of horrors, our hopes of being heroines were shattered into a thousand pieces. The hand was a white glove filled with cotton and tied to the tree! Bess Godman, 719.

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observe all I can free of charge. animals, I see Hon. Mrs. Yost. “Hello!” she smile, like sunshine. “Ditto,” I delite with pleasure, as she vanished be- hind big tents. Then the parade appear. Animals, bears, music bands, etc. One things which are interest to me are wagon filled with men in pretty clothes. One man wearing a white face with red dots on, spoke to me. While looking at “Hello, Kiddo,” he hiss. “Much obliged to know you,” I retreat, with pride, while small boys are possessed of envy . Maybes I am getting famous, I think to myself. I do not know gen- tleman’s name. After Hon. Parade are over, I make noble retreat for back of tents to observe everything I can for free price, as high cost of living are reducing my treasury to nothingness. Hoping you are the same, SATSU TOGO. Gladys Dietz, 717.