Siskiyou Union High School - White and Gold Yearbook (Weed, CA)

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unable to think of any one thing. He finally threw himself down into a chair and picked up a book which happened to be lying open. He read this poem: rf In men whom men condemn as ill I find so much of goodness still, ln men whom men pronounce divine 1 End so much of sin and blot l hesitate to draw a line Between the two, where God had not.', It was the one which Lucy had told him many years ago. He got up again and began to walk back and forth. Soon he sat down and picked up the book and read the poem once again. He sat thinking of how the other horrible deed had stood between him and Lucy. He re-read the poem many times and kept repeating, She was rightf, Finally he rushed out of the house, leaped into his car, and drove quickly to the small mining town. The unruly crowd had gathered again and was waiting for its leader. He drove into the middle of the street and got out of his car. As he began to talk, the crowd became silent and thoughtful, and when he ended with Joaquin Miller's poem many of the milling crowd began to walk slowly away. That night as john drove home it seemed as if Lucy were beside him smiling softly and saying, Dear John, I knew you would understand. ELAINIQ EIIWALL '34 Wr'ezf High Srliool. THE DREAMER FIRST PRIZE POEM They brand me but an idle, careless dreamer, Who strives for things he never may attain, And yet, in only dreaming, I,ve discovered A pleasure those who scorn will never gain. For when the feet of those sad friends about me Are mired in earthly troubles, worldly schemes, My heart has flown toward far horizons I'm looking onward, following my dreams. WILI.A BIAKI2 ,FIS Yreka High Srlmol. GI'm'rul Lifl'I'lIl'j' Svrfion 1 PAGIQ 15

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Nothin',,' he said slowly while a million thoughts ran through his mind. 'Tm jist goin' into town to see whatis to be done with them four men in jail. John, Lucy begged with tears slowly gathering in her eyes, if they talk of lynching, please take the side of the law. Remember that it is not your power to judge others. She opened the drawer of the desk and drew out some paper. She said, John, these words are as true as any I've ever read. He laughed, kissing her, and said, I must be going now, dear. Lucy stood and watched John get on his horse, thinking what a tall, dark, handsome man he was. Feeling as if some disaster were going to happen and wishing he had not gone, Lucy turned back into the house to bury her fears in work. As the fading sun was sinking behind the hills, John Callahan galloped into the small town and pulled up his dirty, sweat laden horse before a group of men talking in low and menacing tones. All eyes turned to him as he jumped to the ground and came toward them. Twilight deepened into darkness and the group had grown into a mob in which john Callahan had become the central figure. His eyes burned feverishly in the dull light that was cast out by the oil street lamp, and gradually the flame was kindled in the eyes of those around him. He walked swiftly to his horse and mounted, straightened his shoulders, and with a beckon of his hand rode majestically up the street, the figure of a born leader. The moon cast fitful gleams on the deserted town and then came from behind the sailing clouds to beam down through the fluttering leaves of two ancient trees in cold horror upon a glittering steel bar from which four silent, dark forms swayed gently in the night breeze. Many years have passed since that night the moon kept its lonely vigil with the four silenced objects. The awful thing that was done has become a legend. John Callahan lives alone on his small farm for his Lucy has long since gone to an early grave, carrying with her an open wound resulting from that night of horror so long ago. Again the small town is stunned by the lawless snuffmg out of the lives of two of their best citizens. Restlessness prevails. Men form in groups and talk among themselves in low tones. John was in the barn when he heard the noise of a car stopping quickly in front of his home. He strode to the gate in time to see a cloud of dust disappearing. A man jumped out of the car and walked quickly to John. The two men conversed with great rapidity. The man returned to his car as John said, Count on me, I'll be there. John went into the house with the same look in his eyes that he had many years ago. He began nervously pacing up and down the room A General Liferary Section 1 PAGE 14

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A BEGINNING CSonnetJ SEcoND PRIZE Poxim I saw an autumn day. Sky, clouds, and hills were gray, And on the barren ground Dead leaves, like memories, lay. With sad unchanging sound, The rain fell all around, Like tears shed for the past Upon the leaf-strewn ground. The year, I thought, at last Must die. Life mourns the past. From the sky gray with pain A voice replied, At last? From these dead leaves, this rain, Spring will begin again. ' v XINK 1 Nl l,UNlli.'XRl1l 34 .Ilo11ulSfnnfi1 Iligli Srfm MAY The month is lazyg it is hot. I'd just as soon play hooky as not. The trees are out, the willows bloom. The hottest place is our schoolroom. I5aseball's on, but I ucanit take it. Yes! I know I'd never make it. Spring fever's got me and won't let go. Oh, how I wish we Could have some snow! Rox' SMITH '37 lfnrf ,YIUVX lligfr Srlmnl Ciwlvnil l.ilw'ur'vy Swliolz 1 l'.'xc,l I6