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

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HP RO U DLY IT WAVES lSec:ond Prize Poeml lsms are whispering Through lhe air We are noi worried lor our flag waves lhere. Mussolini, Hiller, and Slalin loo, Can be marched wilh Jrhe Red, While, and Blue Courage, Purily, and Trulh all lhree, Sland for America lhe land of The free, Where lhe rich and poor: The greal and small, Share equal righis one and all. Qld Glory waves like a mighly arm, Guarding her people from every harnn. This glorious flag Flying in lhe breeze, Inspired our Anfhem-Francis Scoll Key's. MERLE WATKINS, Tulelake l-ligh School. WHITE AND GOLD

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walked in wiTh Judy sTanding aT his side. A hushed silence Tell over The audiTorium as They enTered. They were all hushed inTo silence aT The sighT oT The beauTiTul girl sTanding aT PaT's side. LiTTle Treclcled Taced Judy Ann! Judy Ann, PaT's pride and joy! Loolcing aT The graceTul ever popular girl who was The cenTer oT aTTracTion one would never guess she was iusT-- The liTTle girl on EasT l4Th . She was The envy oT every girl aT The prom. l-ler classmaTes wondered whaT had broughT abouT The sudden change, buT only she and Eleanore smiled knowingly. Cinderella Turning in aT mid- nighTl ThaT nighf a Tired buT happy Cinderella crepT inTo bed, aTraid To Thinlc whaT The morrow mighT bring. She remembered well PaT's murmured good nighT, Judy Ann , buT she knew ThaT was all! Perhaps some day They would meeT again, buT in The meanTime she would have This happy momenT To hold and cherish as one oT The happiesT momenTs oT her liTell! T GLORIA GIORGIS. Yrelqa l-ligh School. VADA CORNELL Weed High S l I Hono bl M T WHITE AND GOLD

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TRAGEDY ON TI-IE TRAIL ll-lonorable lvlenTionl The moon casT iTs silvery lighT over a Trail worn deep by The hooTs oT many deer. Through The Tall pines, iT casT shadows on The dark ToresT Through which The Trail ran, and slowly slinking along, was a wolverine. She was on The Trail oT a moose which had recenTly Tollowed The well worn way oT The deer, which led To waTer. WiTh her nose To The Trail, she was rapidly covering ground, across The padded pine needles, and Tallen logs, when she became aware oT anoTher scenT coming sTrongly To her Trom iusT ahead. Maddened wiTh hunger and The realizaTion ThaT someThing else was also sTalking The moose which she meanT To kill and make lasT Tor her meals Tor many days To come, she guickened her pace and iusT ahead she could see a gray Torm loping along The Trail. She sTarTed To run and iusT beTore she overTook her enemy, iT whirled and she saw a large gray wolT, which waiTed Tor her wiTh hackles bared and blood shoT eyes, wickedly waTching her approach. The angry moTher rushed aT him and The TighTing raged Tor quiTe awhile, buT boTh animals were becoming weak Trom loss oT blood and The lack oT Tood. BuT neiTher would be a coward and run. While The Two desperaTe animals were TighTing, The moon played moon- beams over The Trail, buf noT Tor long, as a large black cloud driTTed lazily across The sky and bloTTed ouT The yellow lighT, piTching The ToresT in compleTe darkness. Slowly The wolverine dragged herselT backward away Trom her Toe, warily awaiTing anoTher aTTack Trom him, buT he had already made good The chance oT escape, and was rapidly leaving The Trail, in hunT Tor a hiding place. When The moon came ouT again, The yellow lighT, reTlecTed on The glisTening Tur oT The wolverine, as she painTully made her way back over The Trail. BuT she wasn'T walking very TasT now, and every now and Then, she would Tall on The ground wiTh blood oozing Trom her gaping mouTh. ATTer resTing Tor awhile, she would geT up and go on, buT as she became weaker and weaker, she began To cry in a soTT whimpering way, Tor noT very Tar ahead oT her, in a small hole beneaTh some rocks, were Tour Tiny lives which depended on her. ln The hole, shrill liTTle whimpers could be heard and ouT came a gray WHITE AND GOLD