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

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WhaT a characTer ThaT Masher is! Two hundred pounds oT muscle and noT an ounce of brain. Oh, WiIburkins! Oh, oh, iT's Lana! Wilbur gulped, Trying To clear his ThroaT oT The lump ThaT had iusT Tormed There. WiIburkins, clear, would you do iTTy biTIy me a greaT big Tavor'? No! You do me one: geT IosT! WiIbur! You mean you don'T wanT To Talk To me? Surel I'd love To Talk To you, buT you have a cerTain boy Triend who doesn'T wanT me To! You mean lvlasher? Well, he's noT Telling me who I can Talk To. Don'T look now, buT he's Told me who I can Talk To: and I sTilI love These TeeTh. WiIbur! I'm going To Tlunk in The maTh exam unless you help me cram Tor iT. You musT help me, WiIbur! Okay! Okay! I'II help you cram Tor The exam if you'll only scram beTore Masher sees us. Oh, Wilburkins, you're a dear! l'II expecT you over aT my house aT eighT. Okay! Okay! LeT's geT ouT oT each oTher's sighT beTore lvlasher sees us. Lllfilbur hurried away as TasT as he could and Then a harrowing ThoughT crossed his min . 'liYipe! AT her house? WhaT have I done? IT Masher shows up, I've iusT commiTTed suici e. AT eighT o'clock ThaT nighT, Wilbur rang The bell and opened The door hurriedly. There was a sTarTled scream: aT The door was a pumpkin sTaring in Lana's Tace, wiTh a 'Face painTed on iT, resTing on a huge overgrown coonskin coaT, wiTh a pair oT nervous eyes peeping Through The buTTon holes. Oh, Wilbur, you TrighTened me halT To deaTh. My hearT is beaTing like a iack ham- mer. IT lvlasher had answered The door, mine wouldn'T have been beaTing aT all. So ThaT's why you wore ThaT disguise? You boys are all so aTraid oT Masher. Yeah, and so in- love wiTh liTe. Well, don'T worry. Masher only drops in on Wednesday nighT. There's The door bell again: would you answer iT, WiIburkins? Yeah, sure. When Wilbur opened The door, his Tace meT ThaT big, broad chesT oT lvIasher's. Wilbur, knowing ThaT lvlasher didn'T have an ioTa oT sense, began To make like a Chinese buT er. SoIIy: nobIody's home! Goombye! I-Iuh? There's noT? Okay. goodbye. WhaT is iT, Wilbur? IT's Wednesday nighT in person, Wilbur said, slamming The door in lvIasher's Tace. lvIasher's dull mind 'Finally laTched onTo Wilbur's hoax. I-Iey, who's kiddin' who around here? Nobody home, huh? Well, I'II iusT waiT 'Till nobody comes ouT. As we geT back To Lana and Wilbur, we Tind ThaT They have Tinished maTh and Wilbur has his panTs legs. rolled up in preparaTion Tor a mad dash Tor home and saTeTy. Now, when I counT To Three, open The door ancl jump ouT oT The way. One, Two- Good luck, Wilburkinsg I hope you make iT. The nexT day we Tind Lana in lvlr. I-lardwood's oTFice. I iusT dropped in, Mr. I-lardwood, To Tell ou ThaT I passed my maTh exam. Yes, your whole class passed, excepT Wilbur: he'II Take The TesT as soon as he can see and wriTe. ATTer school we Tind Wilbur down aT The local maIT shop, wiTh a broken arm, Two black and swollen eyes, a TIaT nose, and a Tew hundred scraTches. I haTe 'em, I-Ienry: every one oT 'eml I only wish more were born so I could haTe Them, Too! Man, I don'T see how a guy could haTe dames so much, was I-Ienry's only answer. The moral oT This sTory is: Don'T IeT anoTher guy's gal Tool around wiTh you. LEROY BOWEN '50, Weed I-ligh School. ll n ll

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Tor The moTher Iode since Then. WiTh iT, I could have had my Tace correcTed wiTh plasTic surgery. Son, I wanT To donaTe ThaT gold Tor a new high school and iunior college To be buiIT aT The edge oT Town. I have in my cabin The deeds To This cave and surrounding properTy. You will Tind Them in my desk. The old man was soon dead. I reached Old Joe's cabin abouT dark, while on m way To Tell The auThoriTies of his deaTh. I wenT inside and in his desk I Tound his deeds, and a picTure oT a very hand- some young man. On The back oT iT I read This inscripTion: Joseph Henry Hale, age nineTeen, Taken June The TourTeenTh, I894. A Tew years laTer, a very progressive high school and iunior college sTood aT The edge oT Town. AT The gaTes There was a monumenT. Toward The Top was a phoTograph encased in glass. Below iT were The words: Evergreen High School and Junior College. DedicaTed To The memory oT Joseph Henry Hale. CLYDE SHOEMAKER, BuTTe Valley High School. THE DANGEROUS SEX lSecond place sToryl I see Masher McGee is making a play Tor Lana Wilkins, came a commenT in a high shrill Tone Trom Henry Pringle. lx-nay, Henry, ix-nay! He's apT To do you up buT good iusT Tor looking aT her, piped Wilbur Hawkins. ThaT big Tub oT baloney smear me? Fooey! He don'T scare me. He doesn'T scare me eiTher, buT he could if he Tried. Oh, oh, here he comes over here. We'd beTTer beaT iT, buT TasT! JusT a minuTe, you Two! Well, well, well! IT iT isn'T good old Masher-'H ya, Masher, came Two replies in a musical Tone, WiIbur's answer being echoed by Henry's. IT 'pears To me ThaT I saw you guys sTaring aT my gurl! NOT me, Henry said nervously. You know I'm going sTeady. I saw you looking aT her, Too, Wilbur, lvlasher said, grabbing him by The collar and shaking him unTil iT seemed To make his head raTTle. W-who, m-me? Don'T ever pay aTTenTion To whaT I look aT, Masher. Look aT my eyes! See? no conTrol, Wilbur sTuTTered, sIighTIy scared and wiggling his eyes around in Their sockeTs To prove They were ouT oT conTroI. Who's kiddin' who? You don'T have a gurl and you were looking aT mine. Heh, heh, heh, hear ThaT, Henry? lvlasher doesn'T even know I'm going sTeady! You going sTeady? WiTh who? My moTher! ThaT's a TacT, lvlasher, Henry ioined in, in proTecTion oT his Triend. WiIbur's besT girl is his moTherg oTherwise, he's a woman haTer. Well, he beTTer noT IeT me see him making eyes aT Lana again! WiTh ThaT sTaTe- menT Ivlasher leTT The Two scared youThs. Boy, ThaT was close, Wilbur. He's gone! For awhile There I +hough+ I was gone! I guess The only way To live To a ripe old age is noT To look aT Lana any more. Yeah, and I don'T wanT To have To look aT Masher any more, eiTher. The nexT day aT school all was TorgoTTen and everyThing was rosy: well, Tor awhile anyway, unTiI The principal called Lana inTo his oTFice. Did you send Tor me, Mr. Hardwood? Yes, come in, Lana. Miss ApplegaTe Tells me she doesn'T Think you're going To pass your maTh exams. Oh, dear! ThaT would be awTuI. WhaT do you suggesT I do, lvlr. Hardwood? IT I were you I would ask The brighTesT sTudenT in The maTh class To help me unTiI Time Tor The exams. ThaT would be Wilbur: I'm sure he'lI help me. STiIl noT suspecTing The dasTardIy pIoT againsT him, we Tind Wilbur on his way home Trom school, Talking To himselT. '

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THE FOREST FIRE , . l The deer were drinking aT The creek: The birds sang in The Trees: The woods were alive wiTh naTure's ioy, As The coming oT nighT drew near. The ToresT lay in a quieT calm: The sk was brighT and clear, The sun sank over The ToresT hill As The coming oT nighT drew near A long-Tailed squirrel scurried back To his nesT The deer bedded down Tor The nighTg Two chipmunks played in The gaThering dusk, WiTh IiTTle chirps oT delighT. The ToresT grew quieT as nighT drew on: The birds in The Trees were sTill: The moon came ouT Trom behind a cloud, OuTlining The Trees on The hill. Then suddenly ouT oT The peaceTul nighT The wind broughT a dreaded Tear- The scenT OT smoke was in The air. IT sTarTled The sleeping deer. The sound oT The Tire was discernable now- The seeThing crackling roar: The smoke was unbearable in The air As iT dropped To The ToresT Tloor. A sTampede soon sTa rTed across The hill- Sheer Terror was in Their veins As The animals ran amuck wiTh Tear Across The ToresT lanes. INVI BesT poeml 1 One and all They headed Tor The waTers oT Clannan's creek. The Tlames crackled horribly in The air: T The smoke held a Terrible reek. SeeThing, crackling. horrible Tlames SwepT across The hill. The Tire lea ped ouT Trom Tree To Tree And Took iTs prey aT will. 3 The animals sTood across The creek- Escape was cuT Trom The rear: The Tire had swepT around The sTream Soon iT would be here. BuT ouT oT The nighT and across The sky. The wind began To blow AgainsT The angry roaring Tire: IT sTopped The animal's Toe. The wind blew The smoke back Toward The Tire: Soon The animals all could see An opening Through The ToresT green Where Their saTeTy oughT To be. The wind broughT rainy clouds wiTh iT. A sTorm was in The air. NaTure puT ouT The Tire. you see. God keeps his ToresTs Tair. CLYDE SHOEMAKER '50 BuTTe Valley High School. TATION lSecond place poeml You say The walk is lonely and ypu will noT go. You say ThaT There is noThing T ere To see. IT is noT so. The cool moisT breeze is There. lT comes Trom oTF The sea. And blows away The sTaleness oT The day. The sand. an endless sTreTch oT golden grains, ls warm and shimmering 'neaTh The sun's brighT ray. The waves bring ouT Their Treasures Trom The depThs, And display Them on The beach-a naTure marT. A gull ThaT circles high above our heads, EmiTs a cry ThaT reaches down To pierce my hearT. The sky, as blue and calm as God can make iT, Joins in The disTance wiTh The sand and sea. The Treshness There, and The puriTy oT color, Makes The peaceful scene seem brighT and Tree. These are The Things ThaT you will Teel and smell and see. So come-and walk along The beach wiTh me. MARIE DAVISON '50. MounT ShasTa High School.