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

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If would seem almosf impossible fo find him affer five years. l-le would have changed in fhai' fime, and besides, fhe picfure of him had been falien fwo years before fhe crime occurred. When if was falcen he had worn a monfh old beard. lf would seem a simple maffer fo shave off his beard and make his idenfificafion difficulf. Neverfheless he was found, worlcing in a mine abouf four hundred miles from where he was wanfed. l-le was broughf fo iusfice and fried before a iury of fwelve honesf men. The iury had nof been ouf of fhe room 'ren minufes before fhey broughf in a verdicf of guilfy of murder in fhe firsf degree. l-le was fo die by hanging fhirfy days affer The verdicf had been rendered. The old man never flinched when fhe verdicf was read fo him. Nofhing seemed fo mafier fo him affer living fhrough fhose seemingly endless five years of doubf and uncerfainfy. During fhe lasf few days he refused food and iusf saf sfaring af fhe grey wall opposife him. When his fime came he calmly followed his iailer up fhe shorf flighf of sfairs fo 'rhe gallows. I-iis hands were fied securely behind him and a black hood placed over his head. ln a momenf he felf fhe frap give and fhe slack in fhe rope falce up.-lf was over. While he lay 'rhere on a pine slab in fhe prison morgue, only fwo people wished fo see him. One, a handsome young boy, sfood silenfly, while fhe ofher, a woman of middle age, was bending over sobbing, The fears falling on fhe body of The dead man. One of fhe prison guards caughf fhe words she was murmuring. Joe, Joe, my dear husband. NORMAN LORENZEN '38 Mounf Shasfa I-liqh School. TI-IE GARDEN OF THOUGHT The babe's fresh mind is as fhe land Undisfurbed by deed of man I-le is masfer of 'rhe helm. To be surpassed-or overwhelm- As he fhinlcs so is fhe man: l-lis fufure lies wifhin his hand. To culfivafe This precious soil l-le need musf planf fhe seed of fhoughf, For as he sows so shall he reap, Weed ouf disfress, planf gladness deep. The garden from The seed is wroughf Thus man is won by endless foil. MAURICE DAVIS '37 Yrelca High School. 2134:

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JUSTICE lFirsT Prize SToryl IT was a cool windy day when Joe Bowman came Trom The creek bed carrying his mining Tools, wiTh his liTTle dog Lucky Tollowing close aT his heels. l-le had been working very hard The lasT Tew monThs buT he couldn'T seem To make enough To supporT his wiTe and child Through The winTer. l-le was almosT desperaTeg The winds Trom The souTh were blowing Their icy breaTh and iT was almosT cerTain ThaT, wiThin Three weeks, snow would cover The ground making mining operaTions impossible. T-le didn'T mind privaTions Tor himself so much, as he did The ThoughT oT seeing his Tamily slowly sTarve To deaTh or, whaT was worse in his opinion, seeing Them Thrown on The mercy oT chariTy. Knowing ThaT he had only enough money To buy groceries Tor a monTh aT The mosT, and ThaT whaT he could buy would have To be broughT in on a pack mule, he made up his mind To do anyThing raTher Than have ThaT happen To Them. When winTer Tinally laid down iTs velveTy carpeT oT snow iT Tound no liTe abouT The cabin, nor Tor Tive years Tollowing did The old spoT show any sign oT liTe. Finally up The winding Trail, which led To The cabin, came Tour men, The second oT which had a sTar pinned To his shirT. The leader sTopped abouT Tive hundred yards down The gulch Trom The cabin. T-le was a prospecTor who had happened by ThaT way The day beTore. Walk- ing abouT a hundred yards down The hill inTo The creek bed he poinTed To a pile oT rocks which halT concealed The bones oT Two persons-a woman and a child. The newspapers all conTained sTories oT The double murder. PicTures OT The miner were on almosT every Tence posT. The man To apprehend This murderer would receive Tive hundred dollars cash. XIYK

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S P RIN G lFirsT Prize Poeml The flowers- bloom TragranT and colorTulg Like a warm, vibranT blankeT They TransTorm The hills To sighT. And The rain paT'Ters down To aid Them in Their glory, and The kindly sun Showers Their radiance wiTh lighT. Now The rain has sTopped, and The sun sinks, And each liTTle blossom nods, and closes iTs eyes Tor nighT. DONALD MILLER '37 ForT Jones High School. TO THE DAWN lSecond Prize Poeml l see across The dusky-lighTed hills A ray oT sunshine soTTly sTealing Through. lTs golden beams lighT every brook and rill And change The earThly ceiling gray To blue. A rosy hue appears above The mounTains, The world baThed by a golden glow all 'round, A brillianT ball oT Tire like a TounTain Shedding iTs warm sweeT radiance over The ground. The darkness Tades in swiTT approaching lighT, The earTh's again resplenclem' in The glare- l view no more The lusTrous lamp oT nighT, I see a gleam oT brilliance ThaT is rare. For now, aT lasT, behold, The morning sun- AnoTher day has magically begun! 51944 JEAN BAUMGARTNER '38 Yreka High School.