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

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The glad news. The bonds had carried! Ma Brown, oT course, was very proud and pleased and she grinned good naTuredIy Trom ear To ear, Tor she had been parTIy responsible Tor This good news. The Tull measure oT good news was yeT TorThcoming Tor Ivla, however. Ivlr. I-Iawlcs Then Told her ThaT The school board had a meeTing and Tallced iT over and ThaT They had decided ThaT a woman like Ma herselT, should be on The school board. They were oTTering her This posiTion. Meanwhile Ma had suddenly remembered whaT she had TorgoTTen To do and all The joy wenT ouT oT her hearT. She said raTher halT-hearTedly, No, lvlr. I-Iawl4s, I'm aTraid I will have To reTuse This Icind oTTer because I don'T Thinlc iT would be legal Tor me To hold This oTTice. Ivlr. I-Iawlcs wanTed To lcnow immediaTeIy why she could noT accepT 'I he oTTer. Ivla looked around her as iT she had commiTTed The worsT crime anyone could and said, I TorgoT To voTe in Today's eIecTionI VIRGINIA JONES, Tulelalce I-Iigh School. I ETH EL PAULSON Weed .High School Honorable Menfion WHITE AND GOLD

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Everyone in The audience roared wiTh laughTer because They knew ThaT There was no elecTriciTy in The school house. IT was aTTer This sTraighTTorward guesTion ThaT Ma saT down amid a vigorous applause Trom The audience. Ma Brown, however, was noT sure ThaT she had won The people's voTe by her ridicule oT Mr. Skinner, so she soughT The wiTe oT The presidenT oT The school board. She ThoughT if The people saw The school building, They would voTe Tor The bonds. WiTh The help oT The presidenT's wiTe a Tree enTerTainmenT was held aT The school house. PosTers were hung on The walls. A picTure oT The old school house wiTh a guesTion mark around The laTTer were hung on The walls and The ciTizens OT MounTain View sTumbled on The old sTairs which were dimly lighTed by candles, They shivered in The draughTs Trom every direcTion, and They kepT Their eyes on The wide secTions oT plasTer ThaT seemed ready To Tumble down upon Their heads. Ma Brown capably presided over a Tive gallon can oT hoT coTTee during The inTerval when reTreshmenTs were served and she heard snaTches oT conversaTion on The subiecT uppermosT in her mind. The druggisT's wiTe, Mrs. Moore, said ThaT she had heard ThaT all The new school buildings had modern kiTchens and she ThoughT ThaT if a new building was To be builT in MounTain View, iT should have a modern kiTchen. Mr. Skinner, who was sTanding nearby, reproached Mrs. Moore, say- ing ThaT The idea oT a new building was all nonsense. No sooner had he said This Than his Tace Took on a ThoughTTul expression. IT a kiTchen was Turnished he mighT sell The needed sToves, eTc., To The school, Tor he owned a hardware sTore. Ma Brown iusT hoped ThaT The Tree enTerTainmenT aT The school and The chance To see The building iTselT had changed The voTes oT aT leasT a Tew people in Tavor oT The bonds. AT lasT came The elecTion day and The liTTle Town oT MounTain View hummed wiTh exciTemenT. Ma Brown seT ouT Trying To geT everybody and his dog To voTe in Tavor oT The bonds. She Took care oT The small children OT many oT The moThers so ThaT They mighT voTe. AT The end OT The day Ma said she was compleTely Tuckered ouT, and ThaT she had done all she could Toward geTTing The bonds Tor The school passed. ATTer The polls had closed Ma Brown wenT home and Took a brieT resT. While she was peaceTully sleeping she suddenly awoke and remembered someThing she had TorgoTTen. IT was while she was Trying so vainly To remember whaT she had TorgoTTen ThaT she heard a knocking aT The door. The school superinTendenT, Mr. l-lawks, bursT inTo The room and Told her WHITE AND GOLD

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ODE T0 A SUNLIT BROCK IFirsT Prize Poemli When I am weary, lonely, TrighTened, worried Or burdened wiTh The cares oT The coming day, My spiriTs low, my sense oT reason Tlurried By some unseen obsTrucTion in my way, When worldly Triends have gone To seek Their pleasures, And IeTT wiTh me Their problems and Their Tears, I bring To you The wrongs my sad hearT Treasures, And leT your music sTeaI away The Tears. My Troubles, iusT a momenT since so TaTeTuI Are IosT among your Trebles and your Trills Those harsh buT well-meanT words I'd Termed as haTeTuI Are now buT sTruggIes oT conTIicTing wills. IV I waTch your merry, laughing, dancing shadows Ever playing hide-and-seek, aT close oT day I'm happy Tor I've Tound here in The meadows A genTle Triend, who TIoaTs my cares away. ANNA SCI-IRADER '4I, MT. ShasTa I-Iigh School. MY PARADISE ISecond Prize Essayl There is a hillside covered wiTh weeds iusT ouTside The noise zone oT New York CiTy. Ragged and unkempT, iT needs buT a Touch To converT iT inTo a veriTable Eden. IT is noT secluded, Tor who wanTs seclusion? The cIimaTe is noT perTecT. IT is Too cold in The winTer Time, Too hoT in The summer. BuT To me iT seems ideal. I like To be in The Thick oT Things . The rumble oT The subway, The screech oT a Taxi cab Tire, The shriek oT The elevaTed Train's warning whisTIe, WHITE AND GOLD