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

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SUNSET CHonorable Mentionl I watch the sun a settin' On mountains far beyond, And feel a sight o' sadness To think the day is gone- A day so filled with beauty By happiness l've had: A day so filled with rapture From making someone glad: It seems I grow years older In just a single day, Because l've helped the helpless Or taught some soul to pray. 'Tis not a time for sadness: I wonder Why I've wept, F or there's a glad tomorrow: Another sun to set. ROBERTA M GREENE 44 Yreka High School ffl 3 W f r X i I 1i'. :5'::L.1 fix, 7 i . . t 7? I 'A' ,,. . I - J. 3. x f if bprti if xx it s ' A x y J y 23

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YOUNG AMERICAN Cl-lonorable Mention? The youngest of five brothers, the most promising of them all, the pride of the family, and yet he could be of no help. Why, everyone had always chosen him as the one most likely to succeed. Young jimmy Kelly thought it was ridiculous, even impossible that if he were all of these things that he could be of no help. He would show them. He must. He would prove his point-that he, too, could do something. Little or great, there must be something for him. If there was any- thing he could do, he would find it. For a lad of sixteen, jimmy Kelly had great ideas. The more he thought of them, the more clearly they were formulated in his mind. Nothing could discourage him now, his mind was made up. He was out to get what he was after, and he would get it, do or die. Why did they always treat him as a child? They should have realized by now that he had great ability. limmy's bosom swelled at the thought of that, but then, he didn't care if the others realized it or not. He knew it and that was all that mattered to him. He knew he had the courage to go through with it. Nothing would be too great to risk as long as he knew he was doing his part. How he regretted that he was the youngest of five brothers. How he envied them! He would gladly have exchanged places with any of them, if it were possible. Even at that he was very proud of them. He loved to be able to single them out as his brothers. Yes, he would have been even prouder if he had been counted as one of them. Yes, he would have been proud to be with them, doing his part along side of them. He just coulcln't stand idly by and watch others endeavoring to do their utmost while he himself did nothing. It would drive him crazy: he knew it would. limmy's heart was heavy as he thought how he was being cheated. Why should a little thing like age stand in his way? And to top it all off, his parents wouldn't even consider it. ln fact, they thought that it was just a young boy's foolish notion. What could such a young, inexperienced boy like himself do? lt hurt to have them think so. lt was then that jimmy lifted his heady gazed at a highway billboard, and looked into the eyes of a tall, long-bearded old man wearing the colors red, white and blue. jimmy seemed to know just what that man would tell him if he knew of Iimmy's situation. Yes, he knew that he would tell him that someday his turn would come to play his part well p and until then, jimmy should continue to have that great American spirit within him. And jimmy certainly had it. INEZ TOSARTI, '43 Weed High School W A R l CI-lonorable Mention? A blast of fury from the sky! A cannon's boomf And all is done. Once more, Desolation. Why? BUDDY TOWNSLEY McCloud High School 22

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HIGHWAY 101 CHonorable Mentionl The road was a silver ribbon winding in and out between the hills. Pools of moonlight glistened in the dips. By day it was a busy thoroughfare. Cars darted along, full of pleasure seekers. Trucks grumblingly fought their way up the grades, protesting against the burden which was theirs. Frequently a car fol- lowed by a trailer would swing around the turns, a Vagabond of the highways. lt, perhaps, had seen as much of the world as the birds who flew south every year. Dust covered wrecks, seemingly ready to collapse, rolled in a steady slrtream from the south. These were the cars of the migratory workers who followed t e crops. The highway had seen its share of the misery and suffering of humans. Hardly a day passed but the screaming of brakes and grinding of metal heralded the presence of danger or death. The highway knew of the happiness, the sadness, the kindness, and the brutalities of men. Now it lay pure, quiet, devoid of its worldly air, enjoying the peace of midnight. Peace? What's that coming around the corner? Light and noise! Why, you could hear those kids shouting half a mile away! They can't be more than sixteen or seventeen, any of them, probably not a d.river's license in the bunch, and what a crowd of them. That car doesn't look like it could hold more than three or four people at the best, but there are at least half a dozen piled in. They're going too fast. That's bad. Trying to make that corner at fifty. The foolsl They ought to know that four wheels are safer than three. Oh God! They can't make it, they won't make it. There they go, hurtling off, spinning dizzily into space. Soon there'll be a splash as the car hits the river, a few screams. Then the high- way will be clothed in silence again. lt happens every day, every night, so why get excited. The highway has seen everything. GUYLA TABLER, '43 Mt. Shasta High School FOR DEMOCRACY AND VICTORY il-lonorable Mentionl We're fighting for a noble land, A land that has ever been free From the ways and means of the dictator bands, Let us keep it that way, you and me. We've got to keep 'em rollin', And keep 'ern flyin' too. Let's not let freedom be stolen, They can't down the Red, White, and Blue. It's democracy and victory, For the land of the brave and the free. 'Tis a noble fight for liberty, It's up to us-you and me. DOROTHY THOMAS Tule Lake High School 24