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

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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

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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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CINDERELLA lSecond Prize SToryl As The bell rang, marking The end oT sevenTh period, The Glendale high school, suddenly sprang inTo liTe. l-lere and There happy, laughing crowds laughed gayly as They walked on, busily discussing The coming prom and who would be The lucky girl ThaT PaT Malone would ask To The prom. BuT To Judy, who was a Tiny Treckled Tace girl, her high school days unlike oTher girls' were unhappy. To her classmaTes Judy was iusT The girl on EasT l4Th . ThaT is, all buT Eleanore Malone-who, alThough well-To-do, sympaThized wiTh Judy. She was The only real Triend Judy had, buT she didn'T wanT Eleanore's sympaThy. Eleanore was The only girl in The more sTylish seT ThaT realized The hardships in Judy's liTe. She did noT Think iT Tair ThaT her Triends should TreaT Judy The way They were accusTomed To. To her classmaTes, Judy was known as The widow's daughTer. They did noT know ThaT her moTher Took in laundry as a means Tor supporT Tor herselT and her Two daughTers. Unknown To Them was The TacT ThaT beneaTh her unrouged lips was a very aTTracTive smile which revealed even, whiTe, square cuT TeeTh and a deep dimple in her righT cheek. UnnoTiced was her beauTiTul saddened eyes and her unkempT hair ThaT had The Tendency To curl if iT had The proper care. All This and more was unknown To her class- maTes, because They didn'T care To know ThaT way down underneaTh Judy was a very beauTiTul unspoiled child. STill The chaTTer wenT on-who would PaT Malone Take To The prom was The guesTion asked over and over again? The PaT Malone who seemed To be The pride oT every girl in school. Even Judy oTTen wondered whaT iT would be like To have him speak To her beyond a poliTe hellol PaT, like his sisTer, was less superior To Judy Than The resT oT The sTudenTs aT Glen- dale high. Judy, leaving The building, passed a group oT girls discussing The prom, and, oT course, PaT. AlThough deep in ThoughT she heard her name menTioned. Maybe PaT will Take Judy Ann To The dance, mocked one girl. The girls all laughed aT ThaT and Judy, lips quivering, Turned wiTh a smofhered sob Toward home. UnnoTiced by Judy, Eleanore was behind her and had heard The remark. The caTs, she cried. BuT l'll help Judy Ann, we'll show Them! ThaT nighT a hearTbroken, saddened Judy cried herselT To sleep. Oh, why couldn'T I be as popular and as well liked as oTher girls? IT isn'T Tair! Unknown To her someone else was lying awake aT ThaT same momenT won- dering how she could help Judy and make Those girls ashamed oT Their remarks! She musT help Judy, she musT! Oh, she had iT, she could help WHITE AND GOLD