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

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A-wing on his lonely vigil. The owl looks gravely down on glamorous beauTy. For nighT arrays every obiecT wiThin iTs reach in TascinaTing garb. A masquerade is This, where The simplesT is gowned in shining TanTasy. The dead and drab don a mask of liTe, and dance among The living. A sTrange ball! Where all The dancers, resplendenT in disguise bow, in admiraTion To nighT, who rules, Queen oT The Mask, in her dark and Tlowing robe. Pl-TYLLIS MYERS McCloud High School AN INSECTHS PHILOSOPHY The proud wee insecT aT my TeeT RelaTes a sTory bold, Of Trials his young son has To meeT As he himself grows old. His life, a Tiny span oT'lighT Was model Tor his boy: T-le'd Tried To do The leasT Thing righT! To work and play wiTh ioy. l-lis soTT and velveT wings have Tlown O'er glassy lake and green: l-lave passed by Tlow'rs in wind Tull blown, And TliTTecl away unseen. A Thousand Times wiThin his eyes ReTlecTs The laughing brook, And many Trips where clover lies ln velveT shady nook. To every obiecT, weak or sTrong ls given a liTe To live: 'Tis Theirs To do wiTh, righT or wrong, And Theirs, To Take or give. Will I, when Time demands of me, Be able To wiThsTand The weaker Things: and Tend To see My TooTprinTs in The sandl PHYLLIS MYERS McCloud High School zu 22 44

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ral' -. i -' rim - J 3:-v ,Mn-' 'f ,vii -i .V ' , .. ,.i.,xY MELBA SATTLER, Ml. Shasfa l-ligh School NIGHT lliirsl Prize Essayl Night calm and cool, has descended on The lilile village. The noisy laughler, The complainis and hopes walled high io heaven by 'rhe buoyanl winds of The day, are all silenced by Jrhe darlc blanlcel of res'r. The smile, The Jrear drop, and The chilcl's even brearhing, are saved for Jrhese quielr hours. The birdling To his nesf has homeward flown, for Jrhere also, is resf, I-Iis Tiny head beneaih The soil fearhers of a gay wing is Tree from any Jrrifling care Thai will come wi+h day. The srreels, once filled wiih people, criss-crossing each o+her's parh, dogs snapping and barking al 'their heels are emply now: buf noi forlorn, for every nook is filled wifh dark and fearsome shadows Thar casi +hemseIves upon rhe moonIi+ srones. The church, so dark and gray, so forbidding and cold, has rurned fo a fairy casfle. The Tower, bafhed in silver lighr has garhered all Jrhe srars 'iogerher info one brighf blaze of be-auly, while 'rhe walls of The greal ca+hedral are sheafhed in gold. m:2le

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FORGOTTEN lSecond Prize Essayl The wind Trom The souTh blew snow over The low knoll oT land and compleTely covered every Tree wiTh a beauTiTul, whiTe blankeT. One large, old pine swayed along wiTh The wind on The verge oT Toppling To The ground. lT appeared To be over T50 years old. lTs limbs were void oT almosT any Visage of green, and iTs heighT was approximaTely 75 or 80 TeeT. As The Tree sways along wiTh The wind, leT's go back To The beginning oT iTs growTh. A young sapling-viewing The habiTs, cusToms, and belieTs oT The indians, hearing Their war cries and TreguenTly being marred Tor indian signs. A year or Two laTer The TirsT whiTe men came. Slowly and cauTiously They wenT abouT building Their homes, planTing gardens, buT always on The alerT Tor indians. LaTer, as a young Tree-wiThin iTs view is a colony oT Americans. They have builT a small school, church, sTores, eTc., and are raising crops Tor Their living. The men are conTinually carrying guns and occasionally make use oT Them by shooTing The Tail TeaThers oTT oT a Turkey, an American name Tor an Indian. As The Tree grows older iT sees The indians gradually become exTincT in Those parrs. The Americans are progressing: The land oT The seTTlers has expanded. Around The Trunk oT The old pine a beauTiTul green lawn is growing. Then, a maTure Tree-a Town has sprung up. iTs populaTion is small and The main occupaTion is lumbering. The indians have leTT ThaT viciniTy. The children who once scaled iTs heighr are now grown inTo men. They go Trom Tree To Tree grading Those ThaT are ripe Tor cuTTing. They leave This one pine because oT The marks ThaT mar iT. Now we are back To The presenT-The Town has grown in populaTion To abouT 5000. The lumber indusTry is prospering and gradaully expanding. People come and go buT never once glance aT The Towering old pine nor dream oT The evenTs ThaT once sur- rounded iTs liTe. ETHEL BEABER '38 Weed High School. DP 23 cc