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

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FIRST PLACE POEM I thought that you would like to know That someone's thoughts go where you go, That someone never can forget The hours we spent since Hrst we met, That life is richer, sweeter far For such a sweetheart as you are. And now my constant prayer will be That God may keep you safe for me. AMELIA SAUCEDO 'S 1 Butte Valley High School How Ent, Jai lead SECOND PLACE POEM Way out in the West where the law is a pest And the men are as tough as nails, There once came a guy with a strange shifty eye That was white as a clipper's sails. Now Death Valley Jed was his name he said And his face twisted up in a smile And we all could see that he knew that We Were leery of him all the while. Now the clothes that he wore were dirty and tore And he walked like a man 'bout to die, But the main thing we saw was his soul minus law And his hideous, ghostly, white eye. Like a man who had sinned he had come like the wind But no one asked him where from, ,Cause when his eye met your face, your blood ran a race And your brain became quite numb. Now he walked to the bar, 'twas not very far, But it seemed like a day and a year. As he pushed aside the door, the noise ceased to roar, And the men at the bar acted queer. Now off to the side, sat a man in rawhide, Who eyed this man with a sneer. Then he stood on the floor and then out with a roar He cried, That Devil's Son's here!', Now his cry it went 'round, on his face was a frown And on Jed's face showed up fear.

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Tommy watched breathlessly as the first man went up to bat. He could have cried for joy when the first and second man got on base. He laid his head down on his knees as if to give a little prayer for his team . . . his mind was wandering again . . . still a chance, if only he could have a chance to play . . . Then he lifted his head in time to see one of Sunnyvale's players fall down by home plate. He'd been hit on the head by the pitcher, knocked cold, and must be replaced. Tommy watched the coach turn around and look toward the bench. His heart was beating fast, maybe he would be in for a while after all, but the coach walked right past him to tell Bill Morgan, next to him, to replace the injured man. Then to Tommy's surprise, the coach stopped in front of him. O.K., Fella, Bill's going in to run for jack, now I'm going to let you get in there and pinch hit for Harry. He's coming out now. Go to it, kidf' Tommy,s heart was in his mouth and his knees were shaking so hard he could hardly stand up, but he stood up to home plate. The men were still on bases and it was entirely up to him to win the game, if the game was to be won. Riverton's pitcher wound up and threw the ball, Tommy watched closely, it was outside . . . but at the last second it made a curve, a tiny, little curve, but just enough to make the umpire yell, Strike one! He struck at the next and it felt just like he had struck at nothing, he'd missed it as it dropped. He shifted feet and waited for the next throw. He watched it extra closely this time and let it pass. Ball one! He scarcely heard the umpire. The next thing that happened, he never could quite explain clearly. He breathed a silent little prayer, swung hard and ran. He could remember the crowd going wild, yelling for him as the ball sailed way out over centerfield and over the fielder's head and rolled. That's all he saw or heard until he rounded third base and was safe at home. Then the fellows and coach were piling around him, patting him on the back, the cheering section was cheering wildly for him. He felt himself being lifted up on the shoulders of Speed and Jerry. The first thing he saw as he was lifted high was the scoreboard. A lump rose in his throat, and he felt like a sissy as the tears filled his eyes. He read: Riverton-8, Sunny- vale-9. Sunnyvale had won the championship. JEANNE T1TUs '48 Happy Camp High School

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1 But the man in buckskin spoke up with a grin, Well, Jed, ain't you glad that I'rn here? Sure I'm the same that you left at the claim For dead with a slug in my side. You stole all my poke and I'm sure it,s no joke, Now don't try to tell them I lied. You rode off that night from me and in fright And you thought my chips I'd cashed, But I lived on the thought that if ever I caught You alone, of you I'd make hash. Now I'm the law here and it's not a bum steer For you to get out of this town. There was a crash and a bang, then two six-guns sang And one of the men stumbled down. Now they buried old Jed with a stone at his head And a pound of lead in his chest, And the Buckskin man with a face of tan Lived 'bout as long as the rest. M oval When you're out to double cross be sure you don't toss A guy whose name's Wild Bill, Or be sure when you've shot that you've hit the right spot And you won't end up on boot hill. VERNON SPENCE '48 Weed High School jhe, fnlofm, nl 1 JDAQAL HONORABLE MENTION POEM The soft, deep hue of a forest green The pond of a deep, sky blue, The red of fallen autumn leaves, The soft, pale green of the yew, The silver of a quaking asp, The white of a stately birch, The long limbs reaching out to grasp The first of the sun's golden beams- All these and more are the colors of A beautiful forest call. The dark green of a forest pine, The red of the oaks in fall. ROWENA LEACH Fort Jones High School