Sonora Union High School - Green and Gold Yearbook (Sonora, CA)

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--- GREEN LAND GOLD -1---l A Myth of Bald Mountain CLARA CAZZARETTO '16 PON THE WESTERN slope of Bald Mountain, where the pine trees grow, there lived a beautiful maiden. No one knew how she came, or from where she came, they only knew that she was the prettiest and dearest girl that they'd ever seen, and thought that perhaps she was sent by the Almighty to beautify their lives. Nor could they find out from her, why such a .fairy-like maid should live alone up in those hills. The birds and trees alone knew why she had come, for all day long she'd tramp the trails, singing her story as she went. She had a favorite spot where she would sit each day after her tramp, and sing to the growing things about her. She once had a. lover in another world, the world of strife and struggle. He was a nobleman, and she just a flower girl, who stood on the street corners. He must marry a noble lady and her poor heart grew so lonely that she became a frail girl, and the wind carried her to this quiet spot. Over in his world her lover sat in his father's drawing room. In the next room were ladies of his station, chattering over tea cups. He hated this life, ao went out to stroll in the garden. He sat on a rustic bench near the swan pond and drank in the gentle breeze. She too was sitting in her world at her favorite spot, and the breeze hearing her song, carried it to her lover's ear. How could he sit there and ignore that sweet call from the one he knew should be his! He wandered far from his home, and one glorious day found himself in a beautiful spot of the Sierras, where birds of every kind called to each other, from the tops of the trees. Far in the distance he heard a sweet song, and as he stood there, it came closer, and in a moment, the sweet- heart of his old world stood before him. He stretched his arms out to her, calling her to him, and she, reading the look in his eyes, ran to him and was folded in his embrace. Then along came the gentle breeze and carried the two happy people to a world of their own. So the mysterious maid of Bald Mountain disappeared as silently as she had come, but her song is still heard by people walking by her home, as the breeze sighs through the watchful pines that she loved. -Page 12-

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- - - GREEN AND GOLD lil- his face with a set, determined lookg he was going to do things today. Far down at the end of the hangars was a biplanc, with a small, slight figure seated in the driver's seat, dressed in warm clothes, the collar of the big sweater turned far up about the face, cap pulled far down. Oh, darn, said the driver, as a tendril of curly hair was pushed under the cap, Wish my hair would stay put . Why if Billy got a glimpse of it hc'd know right away who it was, in spite of my riding togs and putteesl And that would spoil it all. Oh, I hope I can win! With a great whirring oi' propellers, off went the 'pla.nes, and up-up they flew, and then away-dark specks against the sky. For a while they all kept fairly even, but at last two forged ahead. Billy gave a quick glance to see who his rival was, and caught his breath as he saw the little figure perched so valiantly in the driver's seat. Good Lord, it's Elizabeth Ann, he groaned. I know it is, inspite of those crazy clothes. That lcid ought to be spankedl What if something should happen to her! I'll just win anyhow-I'll show- her! And he set his teeth and shoved a little lever that sent the machine ahead. But just as he neared the goal, the sight of the brave little figure smote him and-he couldn't help it, he swerved a little bit from his downward course, and lct Elizabeth Ann triumphantly skim along-and come to a stop-the winnerl As Billy landed, Elizabeth Ann rushed up to him, Oh Billy, Billy dear I did beat you-and you didn't know it was me, you did your host and I beat you for once honestly. Oh Billyl But tactless Billy, before he thought, blurted out, Why Elizabeth Ann, you little idiot! I'd like to spank you. The very idea of your taking such s risk. Of course I knew you the minute I saw you in your 'plane. Elizabeth Ann looked at him and'said, And you-knew -me--all-the-time! You-let-me-win-again! You knew me! And Billy said, with a catch in his voice as he thought of the risk she had taken, Why, little girl, don't you know 1'd know you anywhere-anywhere! Elizabeth Ann looked at him a minute, and then the dimple came to fight for supremacy with the two big tears that started to roll down her sunburned nose-and then she said, Oh Billy! I--I'd lots ratherhave you know me anywhere than to have won when you didn't know mel 'Cause+'cause I- But if she finished at all it was smothered in Billy'a coat lapel as he swept her into his arms behind the sheltering aeroplane. ' l -Page 11-

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l-l-1- GREEN AND GOLD 1-1- Golden Cross by EILEEN sums '16 HE SILVERY PALENESS of the moon shed a radiance over the rolling terrace of a great English garden, illuminating it with a cold blue light. A girl, robed all in white, stood by a marble fountain, and bending over her was a man. A solemness, that bespoke of farewells was on their faces, Oh Hugh, and to think that I may never see you again. I hate war, it's cruel and it's needless. But we may still hope, Patty, I mightn't get even a scratch, and I'm too much of a Britisher not to enjoy a good scrap. Kitchener's a wonder, too, I call it a privilege to be able to fight under him, he's one of the kind of men who make history. Ten minutes passed in which neither spoke a word. At such times, words are useless, but the very silence itself was eloquent. Finally the man arose, looked at his watch and said, I must go, dear, I'm due at headquarters now. The girl 'rose and quickly unclasped from around her white throat a tiny golden cross, and holding it out to him, whispered, Take it, Hugh, and keep it and perhaps, who can tell, but that it will bring you luck, be your talismanl' O U 8 i In the white washed walls of a hospital, the groans and cries of the suffering and dying rent the air. The white robed nurses and doctors moved about in their merciful efforts to relieve the sufferers. In a corner, somewhat removed from the rest, a wounded man lay on a cut. One could tell at a glance that Death had already claimed him for his num. Bending over him was another man. I'm not afraid to go, Joe. Thank God, that I've lived so that my soul is fit to face its Maker. But Joe, there's a girl,-il' A convulsive spasm of pain crossed the dying man's face. His comrade pressed his ear close to the other's lips, so as to get the next words. Thrusting something into Joe Hunter-'s hand, the sufferer tried to speak. Tak-, it was too late, he fell back dead. When Hunter opened his hand to see what was there, he caught the gleam of a tiny golden cross. l 8 8 O We never know what Fate has in store for us, she's a fickle goddess at best, and in many instances she plays strange pranks. Five years pass, before we meet Patricia Reed again. In the meantime Joe Hunter had met her and fallen in love with her. He pressed his suit and was accepted, for heart sores, even though they do burn deep at first, with time heal, and only the scar is left. Going through some papers in an old desk one day, Mrs. Hunter came -Page'13-