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

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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

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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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SERVICE IHonorable Mentionl That Wave nearly got me. I can't remain on top much longer. All about me is twisted steel and wreckage and the silence that comes after battle. I am satis- fied though. I have done my bit and there is one lap plane that won't return to Tokio. When one's just about to go under all he thinks of is his past. I can remember when I left the forest, and took a train ride to a factory town. I went through one of the largest factories there, and 'boy' I certainly felt grown up when I got out of there! Then I took a very long voyage on a ship. I went from California through the Panama Canal and up to New York. I stayed in that city for a couple of weeks, then I got the job of carrying the news to a little town in California called Happy Camp. Out there I lay around for a two week's vacation. It is a beautiful place right in the heart of the National Forest. I took another trip back east, and there I got another job. As almost everyone had a defense job, I was put in charge of some anti-aircraft shells, and got on board a ship. I landed on a dock at Pearl Harbor on December 6, l94l. I stayed pretty close to the ship all night as I had no definite destination for the shells. The next morning about seven o'clock I heard some planes. It sounded as if there were a whole fleet, and the first thing I knew bombs were dropping everywhere. The planes turned out to be laps. A big sailor came along and took me aboard the 'Arizona' and I turned the shells over to him. lust then I heard a bomb come screaming down out of the sky. I heard a great explosion and the mighty 'Arizona' shuddered and began to burn. The sailors took my shells and loaded them one after another in a big gun. Out of four shells they brought one Iap plane down. Me-well, I'm just an old anti-aircraft shell carton now. I can remember when I was a tree, then lumber, and after that I was paper. Then I became the New York Times. After I was read I was made into an anti-aircraft shell carton. Chl Oh! Here comes a big wave! So long. WILLARD TITUS, '44 Happy Camp High School VICTORY IHonorable Mention? V is for the Victory We'll win on land: We'll win on the sea. Then the people of the earth Will again be free. Free to Work the mills: Free to till the sod: Free to roam the hillsg And free to walk with God. NADINE LIGHTNER, '45 Weed High School 25