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

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INTIMATIONS OF LIFE A pirate ship from the East sailed into a lonely bay with only the captain on board. The captain anchored the ship and lowered the boat. He rowed ashore and landed in a sheltered cove. The captain was young and not very tall, but he stood like a small tree in the wind, and his face wore a determined look. He started up the long stretch of lonely beach. First, he hurried, and, then, as he neared the rocks that shut the beach off from the rest of the bay, he lagged as if his boots were too heavy for him. He kicked the sand before him, and the wind caught it and whirled it across the beach. In the rocks at the end of the beach was a cave towards which the young captain was going. As he neared the cave, he glanced around him as if he feared that someone were following him. He stood in the door of the cavern, a cave of mysterious shadows, and he seemed afraid to enter. Before him in the sand were footprints of others who had gone before, but there were no footprints of those who had returned, for they all led into the cave. The captain turned and looked at the sea, his beautiful ship, the golden sand, and the blue waves lapping on the beach. He sighed but turned determinedly to the cave. In the far end of the cave he could see a faint light. He strained his eyes to see further, but shadows stood in the way. That light! It was so beautiful, he could not resist the desire to see what caused itg so he entered the cave and was lost in the darkness. Heaven lies about us in our infancy! Shades of the prison house begin to Close upon the growing Boy, But he beholds the light, and when it flows, He sees it in his joy, The Youth, who daily farther from the East Must travel, still is Nature's priest, And by the vision splendid Is on his way attended- Naomi Ciiiini-,us '34 l,l'l'ktl lliiqfr Srfmol. C:I'llt'l'!II Lifl'l'lll',j Serfiml 1 PAGE 25

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A GRAND OLD MAN Like ri fine old tree Beside the trodden ways, Was Martin Custer Beem In his last, beloved days. No apples on its boughs, Nor blossoms in the spring, And yet, beneath its shade, NVcre people lingering, Resting there with joy, Remembering the past, Beside that line old tree That stood strong till the last. O1 cm Hoiioiu '35 Munn! Sfnlxlil llilqfr Srfvon fIi'm'rul l.ili'n11'.y Sfffjllll 1 PMA- 27