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

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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

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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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The roar as The Train passes, are sweeT music To my ears. To mingle wiTh The crowd, To dodge The TraTTic, are exciTing buT pleasanT. To waTch The working people aT play, To breaThe air ThaT reeks wiTh Tobacco smoke, To Tour The nighT clubs, To Take a wild ride in a Taxicab, are They noT, in a sense, a heaven on earTh? Then aTTer The nerves are iadecl and The body Tired, I am conTenT To seek my hillside home and resT. NaTure was kind To The place. She saved iT Tor a Tew oT her Tolk. There are some oT her creaTures aT work: a brighTly colored robin and his more somber maTe, building a nesT. A Tew gray squirrels, saucy Tellows ThaT They are, scurry abouT. A small sTream moves wiTh diTTiculTy Through a bed oT waTer cress. There is a bare spoT. covered wiTh ashes, where The home once sTood, The home ThaT l would build again. Would iT be a rambling super-sTrucTure ThaT would cause envy in every passerby? l don'T Think so. I came here To live near The animals, noT To crowd Them ouT. IT would be large enough only Tor my needs, a place To lay my head and Tind The energy Tor anoTher busy day in The ciTy. BETTY KICE '4l, Weed High School. DOROTHY STOCKETT Yreka High School Honorable Menfion WHITE AND GOLD