Sherman School - Annual Yearbook (San Diego, CA)

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20 SHERMAN ANNUAL, JUNE, l922 it up, but I was shaking so, I could11 't hold on to it. Then I heard the rustle again. It was closer! I gave one scream and ran as fast as I could. When I was almost home I met my father. 'What's the matter with you'?' he said. A' 'A mountain lion is after me,' I cried. 'tThen my father started to laugh, Alt was only a rabbit. I have been watching you all the time you were out hunting, your mother was so worried about you.' 'tAI'ter that I did 11ot want to go out hunting, alone. Dolores Richey, SAI. A Qt! .35 Almost I ot Quite I The dam was a quarter of a mile down the road. The country around was sparsely wooded, but there was a tangle of wild morn- ing glories and grape vine, mingled with lupines and raspberry bushes. It was early one morning in August that I started to the dam alone. On either side the mountains loomed, enveloped in a pur- plish mist, and in the distance, snow capped Mt. Alta could be seen. I tu1'11ed off the main road down a narrow path. Very soon I came to the dike. The dike was a large stone wall crossing the narrow valley. Looking up the valley, I could see the stream. winding between rocks and sandbars. In the other direc- tions was the sunrise. At the point where the valley ended was the sun. Its rays were just beginning to penetrate the mist, and touch the mountain tops with light. Ahead of me I could see the dam, so I walked quickly ac1'oss the dike and around on the stone wall sur- rounding the reservoir. VVhen I reached the farthest end I sat down on the wall. The water looked clear and sparkling so I splashed in it with my hands. I had been there about an hour when I heard the distant break- fast bell at the hotel. I rose to go but I did not get tar, t'or I had splashed water on the wall until it was so slippery I could not stand. Screaming. I felt myself slip, and reached for the outer edge of the wall. Suddenly my hands loosed from their hold, I felt them slip- ping along the cement. A sickening sensation crept over me as I realized I. was in the water. IIow cold it was! for the water was al- ready to my waist. I could swim, but the current was strong! I gave a hurried look at the swirling, sucking whirlpool near the grat- ing below me. My heart sank. NVhat could I do I? Feeling with my feet I fruitlessly struggled. My foot struck something! It was a rod of iron projecting from the wall. After that it was very easy to climb out. I was soon on my way home, very wet and frightened. I was late for breakfast, but it certainly tasted good. I resolved to stay away fro mthe dam after that, at least, when I was without company. Nadean Blake, SB

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,W fffiesfzzwarpfngg-imma f..- .- ' ' V I - SHERMAN ANNUAL, JUNE, l922 I9 with schools are, Garfield, Lincoln, and Logan schools. This term the team has been doing good work. Every morning from half past ten to eleven o'clock the girls have physical education, either marching or games. Athletics at Sherman School has done the girls a great deal of good. It keeps them out of mischief, and is good recreation. Mabel Schilp, SA. el .29 el The annual city school track meet was held at the Stadium Saturday, May 6, 1922. Washiiigton School won first place. Sher- man won fourth place with 42 1-2 points. Ten boys out of the 8A were on the Sherman team. They made 19 1-3 points. Kazutaka Goto won first place in the senior standing broad jump. Clark Lucy won third place in the standing broad jump for intermediates. Marshall Naiman won third place in the standing broad jump for juniors. Walter MacKinley won third place in the high jump. King Telleson won third place in the 100 yard dash for seniors. Fred Kelly won second place in the shot put. John Rimoldi tied for third in the seniors' high jump. Eugene De Castro won third place in the seniors' running broad jump. Herbert Palmer and Orel Allen were in the relays. When the Sherman boys pass into Junior high school we hope they will enter into the games with the same spirit they have showed. at Sherman School. Marshall Naiman, 8A. 3 5 -2' A Brave Boy My mother and father and were all sitting around the fire, one night, when I asked my father to tell me a story. He thought awhile and then told me this story. When I was a little boy I had always wanted a gun. My mother did not want me to have one, as she thought I was too young, but I finally persuaded my father to give me one on my tenth birthday. The first Saturday after my birthday, I went hunting. I thought I would not have to go very far, until I could find a rabbit. I walked and walked but not a rabbit could I find. At last l sat down under a tree, very much discouraged. Then I started to think, 'Wouldn't it be nice if I could kill a wild cat or a mountain lion. My mother wouldn't think I was so little then.' All of a sudden I heard a rustle in the bushes. What was it? Then, I heard the rustle again. Why had I thought of killing a wild cat or a mountain lion? I thought of my gun. I tried to pick

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f-w'QMWrf ' SHERMAN ANNUAL, JUNE., 1922 21 The End of a Perfect Day The day was just perfect, the air was warm and moist, and the sky was blue with big, fleecy white clouds in it.. It was the last of March and Mama had decided to let Etta and me go to the park with Mrs, Aldridge, Alice and Jane. Jane was just my age, eleven, and Alice was just Etta 's age, seven. We reached the Park about 10:30, and. as the museums were very interesting we stayed in them till lunch time. 'We walked around the Park a bit and then went down to the pepper grove where we had our lunch. After lunch Jane and l decided to go and play on the slides. One of the slides was rough and you couldn't slide on it very well, so Jane and I were doing stunts on it. We were laughing and talk- ing when Jane said, l'll bet you can 't go down it sitting on your feet. Illl just show you if I can 't, said I. I quickly climbed to the top and sat down on my feet. t'Give me a shove to start me, I said. All right, Jane said, as she gave me a shove. I had nearly reached the bottom and was going quite fast, when, all of a sudden I lost my balance and over the side I went. I fell 011 my side with my wrist doubled under me. I lay there a minute and then felt a sharp pain in my arm. Oh! Oh! how it hurt!! Just then a lady ran over and picked me up. She grasped my wrist. Oh! Oh!'l I said. L'Please don'tl Iiooking at my wrist, she said, 'fYou have sprained your wrist, you poor child. Come with me and I will take you to the naval hospital.'I The pain kept getting worse and worse and I could hardly keep from crying. 'We entered one of the buildings and I thought, Now I can cry and no one will see me. But I was sadly mistaken, I was taken into a room where they had said the nurse was. I entered the room and there were two long rows of cots, and each cot was full! Oh, they will think I'm an awful baby if I ery, I thought. So I bit my lips and held my breath while the nurse examined my arn1. 'tIt is-a very bad sprain, I think, said the nurse. Take her on to the doctorf' Your.arm is very badly fracturedu said the doctor, as he ban- daged up my arm. , When I reached home mother almost fainted at the sight of me. My arm was all bound up in splints. and was in a sling. When Mrs. Aldridge told her what had happened, she turned to me and said, K'Did you cry, Lila?