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

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AN OLD CANNON FIRST PRIZE EssAY The late autumn sun fell upon the beautiful big courthouse which lay basking in its warmth. The cheery rays seemed to brighten even the leafless trees and the little old rusty cannon that stood out in front. Dear me, sighed the poplar, how fast che time flies. It seems only yesterday that the people were celebrating Armistice Day and today they are celebrating it again. It is one day worth remembering, replied the old cannon in a hol- low voice. You must be very old and very wise, ventured the tree, hoping he would continue, for the cannon was not at all sociable and seldom spoke. I have seen many generationsf, replied the cannon in his mournful tones. For many years I was stationed at a brave little fort in the wilder- ness. I was young then. I thrilled with the thought of war. Many and rash were the words I spoke to the enemy. I was filled with pride at my good work. How important I thought my work to mankind. Later the fort was torn down and a town was built, fields were cleared far into the wilderness. There was no further use for me. I was set aside. Years passed, finally I was brought here, but I have not ceased to hear of war. Here in my secluded place I have watched this city grow. I have seen its boys marching to military music, I have seen its mothers broken-hearted, I have seen the havoc, the suffering, and the sorrow of war. Many times when I heard the shrill call of the fife, the reverberat- ing beat of the drum, the tread of feet, I have sighed, not because I was too old to partake in the struggle, but because I saw the terrible wrong in the very cause for which I was made. Far more beneficial to humanity is yon fountain with its spray of diamonds than I with my missiles of distress and destruction. I only hope to remain in this prominent spot as a reminder to all, not of the bravery of their ancestors, but of their misery and folly. Here the hollow voice of the old cannon trailed away and he con- tinued to face the street in silence, the rays of the setting sun lighting for a moment his stern old features. LORLNIZ MUNKMAN '35 Bzzflr' Vuffvy Higlw Srlmof. Gwirral Lilvrary Section 1 PAGE 21

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Uncle Kim would be awfully mad if I were expelled, said Mary Jo. I-Ie thinks I do so badly in school anyway. I'll try ever so hard now, if only you'll give me a chance. At the door Mary jo stopped and looked back a little fearfully. I'm sorry I'm always late, she apologized quickly. I won't be now. Then she was walking back toward Mr. Busby's desk once more. Thank you, she repeated breathlessly. After the way I've acted, why are you doing this for me, Mr. Busby? Mr. Busby drummed on the desk with a slender, yellow pencil, I have a sister, hc contemplated sternly, yet with a certain gentleness, too, who is sixteen. WILLA BLAKE '35 Yrvlea High School. WIND OF THE HILL No one can tell me, Nobody knows, Where the wind comes from, Where the wind goes. It's flying from somewhere As fast as it can, I couldn't keep up with it, Not if I ran. But if I stopped holding The string of my kite It would blow with the wind For a day and a night. And then when I found it, W'herever it blew, I should know that the wind I-Iad been going there too. So then I could tell them Where the wind goes, But where the wind comes from Nobody knows. NVINII-iRIiD ALLQXANDHR '34 W4'1'rf High Srlmof. Gwzrnzl l.ifc'rurySr'c'Iim1 1 Pixuii 20

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LAND AHEAD The captain shouted, Land ahead! Three sailors scurried up the mast. And to the first he waved and said, What seest thou, shipmate? A rocky barren coast I see, A wild and Wind-swept grassless plain. A single ragged storm-tossed tree, Land not, O Captain! The captain smiled and shook his head, Sailor, thou art in one eye blindf' And to the second sailor said, What seest thou, shipmate? A wondrous land of grass and trees, A sunny beach and flocks of birds The finest land in seven seas, Make all haste to land. The ca tain answered, 'Tis sad, m son P Y v But thou aft like thy brother, blind. Then called he to the waiting one, What seest thou, shipmate? I see a land of sandy shore, Of rocky hills and fertile plain And one lone sea-gull, nothing more. What sayest thou, Captain?', Thou aft a man whom I might trust, One that,s careful, wise, alert, Une whose judgment is most just. Thou hast vision, sailor!', LORIZNI MLJNKMAN 35 Built' I allri H1gliSrl1onl Grfmral l.ifl'l'dY'Y Srrfion 1 Pixma Z2